Love is Always Write Anthology Bonus Volume

Are you?"
    He couldn't be. Jacob was his father's son and his grandfather's. It was his duty to come home and get married, to take over the Segal's drugstore chain and have a little Jacob the Fourth to run it in his turn. He couldn't be queer. But they were at war in the Pacific, thousands of miles from home. He might never get back there. And this man in his arms was waiting for an answer.
    Jacob said, "Kiss me again."
    And Daniel did.
    Minutes or hours later they separated. Jacob was achingly aroused. He couldn't ever remember wanting anyone this badly. Not the girls he had dated. Not even the nebulous dream-boys he had stroked off to when need overcame his scruples. He was also scared to death.
    "What now?" he asked. Maybe Daniel would know. Maybe Daniel would just take over and move past all his fears and hesitations and make him go where they both clearly wanted to.
    But Daniel's arms dropped to his sides. "Don't know. This is dangerous. Not that there aren't guys getting it on all over the ship in secret. I mean, there's not a girl in five hundred miles. Even the guys who aren't queer are willing to switch teams. Still it's risky."
    It was. Jacob's gut clenched. God, he'd sworn he wouldn't do this. He wouldn't take this kind of risk. His father was counting on him to come home, he had plans, a life. A careless moment could destroy all of that. And he'd seen... He swallowed hard. He'd seen the scorn and the anger and the disdain of the other men, descending seemingly without warning on someone who crossed the line. One minute the guys were laughing and then a curled lip, an insult, and the mood could swing. And prison. He couldn't even think about that.
    But Daniel's taste was still in his mouth and he was harder than he'd ever been. And he could die tomorrow. None of that would matter if he died tomorrow.
    "Too scary for you?" Jacob could hear the acid in his own voice, as the thought of never doing this again hit him. Suddenly this felt more necessary than breath. And Daniel was talking about backing off. Damn the man. After all, Daniel had been the one to start this. Daniel had brought them here to this hot close darkness together.
    "No. But..." Daniel cleared his throat. "Fact is, I've never done anything more than kiss. Well, and jerk off together. I'm kind of an amateur at this. And I want to make it good for you. I want that even more than I want to get off right now."
    Jacob's heart warmed, and he suddenly felt brave in the face of Daniel's hesitation. Dumb fool. He reached for Daniel's hand, feeling wanton and bold, and laid it over his aching groin. "You could show me that jerking-off technique." It wouldn't take much. Just the heat of Daniel's palm on him almost made him come.
    Daniel moaned softly and added his other hand. "Okay. God yes. Your hands on me too."
    They fumbled with each other's skivvies, freeing hard cocks from imprisoning fabric. Jacob took a sharp breath as Daniel's hands closed on him. Those rough palms slid over his sensitized skin, and he thrust his hips forward involuntarily, pushing into Daniel's tight grip. He reached down in his turn, and felt the warm silk-on-steel of another man's cock in his hands.
    Jacob panted, his breath coming short. It was hard to concentrate, with Daniel's hands pumping him in fast firm rhythm. He tried to mimic the gestures. He wrapped his fingers around Daniel and squeezed, and then slid up until he felt a slick of liquid coat his palm.
    Daniel moaned, "Close. God, close."
    Jacob suddenly wanted to taste Daniel's mouth, and feel his breath as he came. He leaned in, fumbling with his lips over Daniel's cheek and jaw. Daniel turned to meet him and their mouths touched. Jacob spared one hand to steady Daniel's face as they opened into the kiss. His other hand fisted over Daniel's length in a fast firm stroke, twisting over the head at the end of each pull. Daniel gasped almost silently and shuddered, and then the smooth sticky pulses of cum covered Jacob's hand. Daniel's mouth dropped open wide. Jacob shoved him back against the bulkhead, pinning him there with shoulder and hip, suddenly needing, wanting. He filled Daniel's mouth with his tongue, driving deep, and thrust hard into Daniel's hands. His climax caught him in a wave of electric shock, almost painful in its intensity. He buried his groan in Daniel's slack, willing mouth as he humped and shook and came, and came, and came.
    When his brain came back on line, he was slumped against Daniel,