Love is Always Write Anthology Bonus Volume

More."
    "Jesus." It was an exhaled breath. Jacob's fingers pulled out. Daniel felt a hand on his hip as Jacob balanced himself to reach over and set down the bottle. And then there was that sweet pressure of Jacob's cock against his entrance. Daniel whined, arching his back, trying to get through that first entry. For a moment Jacob steadied him, holding him still against the slide of Jacob's cock over his skin. Then Jacob moved one hand to guide himself and pressed home.
    It stung and it burned, and then it didn't. It became just fullness and heat. Daniel thrust back with his hips as Jacob drove forward. Daniel groaned aloud at that sensation that nothing else gave him, the feeling of being taken, being held and filled and used and fucked. His hand fell away from his dick as he braced himself. Jacob began thrusting, slow and deep, each drive accompanied by a little roll of his hips that fit them tighter and tighter together.
    Daniel closed his eyes. This was better than the first time. Hell, better than the second time which until now had been his definition of perfect. His awareness narrowed down to just the feel of Jacob sliding slowly out of Daniel's body and then driving home. Then Jacob pulled all the way out.
    Daniel cried out softly at the loss. He twisted to look over his shoulder. "What the hell? Trip?"
    "I need to change positions." Jacob's face was flushed with more shame than arousal. "I'm sorry. It's the damned hip. Kneeling..."
    "Hush. Don't be sorry." Daniel sat up and tugged Jacob into a wet sloppy kiss. "How do you want me?"
    "On your side maybe? Right side, and I can spoon behind you?"
    "Sure." Daniel lay down with his back to Jacob and raised his left leg. There was a moment of fumbling as they fit themselves together this new way. Then Jacob's hands spread Daniel's ass, and Jacob's cock sheathed itself deep inside him.
    "Ngh." He wanted to use words and tell Jacob how right this felt. But the sensations were robbing him of language and breath and thought itself. He reached back for Jacob's hip and pulled while slamming backward. Jacob's pelvis hit Daniel's ass hard. For a moment they froze, as tightly joined as was humanly possible. Then Jacob grunted and began to move. Daniel's hand fluttered near his groin, but he fisted the sheets instead of touching himself. There was no need. Under the driving weight of Jacob's body, Daniel spiraled upward. Each thrust sent fire through his rock hard cock, driving him into the bunched sheets. Each withdrawal made him moan and clutch the bed. Jacob picked up the pace, his fingers digging into Daniel's thigh.
    It was all good, all the parts of it, the fabric brushing his cock, the hand pinching his thigh and the hard cock that filled and stretched him almost past bearing. The drag and burn deep inside and that magic something that was the end of each stoke filling him with fire. Jacob's breath on his neck, and Jacob's laboring grunts and the sound of his body hitting Daniel's ass. Man-sweat and cum on the sheets and the herbal smell of the oil. Daniel shuddered and came, in a blinding rush that went on and on, emptying him into this big clean bed under Jacob's weight. Dimly he heard Jacob cry out, and felt the jerking force of Jacob's climax. And then he was slipping slowly back down, weightless in the morning light, with his lover deep in his body and the new day dawning.
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CHAPTER 11
    April 1946
    Daniel felt something touch his hand and a reproachful voice said, "You fell asleep smoking again. Gonna set something on fire."
    "Steel doesn't burn," he mumbled, and then came awake on a surface far too soft to be a deck.
    He opened bleary eyes to see Jacob looking down at him, trying to hide anxiety. With a groan, Daniel sat up on the couch and rubbed his hand across his eyes. "What time is it?"
    "Three a.m."
    "What the hell are you doing up?"
    "Keeping you from burning down the building, apparently." There was a hint of asperity in Jacob's voice. Daniel watched as Jacob ground the cigarette out in a saucer filled with butts. "At least let me buy some real ashtrays, and maybe try to stay awake if you're smoking."
    "I'm quitting. I promised I would quit."
    "You don't have to. I can live with it. If you need to..."
    "I don't need to. I like it. And the docs say it's good for a person. But I know you hate it so I'm gonna quit."
    "Daniel, if it helps you sleep or something, it's okay."
    "Nothing helps me sleep." He regretted the words before they were out of his