Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

always have been.
    Cam pulls away. It hurts a little when he presses his forehead to Jace's a bit too hard.
    His eyelashes flutter for a second, soft against his skin before he opens his eyes again, pupils blown wide and the ring of green so thin. Jace thinks for a second that his must look the same.
    Cam's fingers are digging into Jace's jaw line, thumbs dragging back and forth too hard over Jace's cheekbones, like Cam's trying to rub through skin to get to bone.
    "All right," Cam says, the word is breathed against Jace's mouth and Jace shudders, feels it in his chest, in his ribs, "okay."
    "You're not gay." It's ridiculous, the least of what's so wrong with this picture.
    Cam drops his head onto Jace's shoulder and lets out a too loud laugh, just this edge of hysterical, and it bursts over Jace's throat, short and warm against his clavicle. His shoulders shake under Jace's hands. "I know. But man, you know, right? You know ." His fingers tighten that bit more on Jace's face and he thinks that he'll probably have bruises too. "I'd follow you anywhere." He laughs again, that same note of hysteria lingering there. "Never meant like this though."
    "Never expected this either, if I'm honest."
    Cam shrugs. "Told you I'd think about it."
    Jace scoffs, tugs his face away from Cam's hands and rests his head back on the wall, feels his stomach clench and his cock twitch when Cam lets out a shivery breath and settles closer and leans his hands on the wall on either side of Jace. Like he wants to stay close too.
    There's a flush to his cheeks, over his neck, coloring the tanned skin and disappearing beneath the T-shirt. He looks wrecked, lips a shade darker and fuller than before.
    Tentative, still unsure of this new development, Jace leans forward— notes the way Cam goes still— and brushes a kiss on the corner of Cam's mouth. Then he pulls back a little, glances down at where their lower bodies are pressed together. He lets one hand slide back down and reaches, fingers careful, almost reverent, to touch the mole there.
    Cam sucks in a shaky breath, abs rippling with it, but he doesn't move away, just rests his head against Jace's shoulder and watches too, his breath soft and quiet now, against Jace's ear as Jace leaves the mole to trace the skin along the edge of his jeans.
    He just wants to touch for a while, just like this.
    He spreads his hand over Cam's stomach, traces the taut ridges of his abs with his fingertips, pinkie dragging over Cam's belly button and Cam's hips curl inwards, a short, sharp jerk that has the bulge in his jeans pressing tight against Jace's belly. He stops moving though, when Jace thumbs open the button on his jeans, the zip splitting open with minimal coaxing from Jace to reveal the white cotton beneath.
    Jace breathes through his nose, feeling light headed all over again as he pushes his hand past the elastic and his hand closes over Cam's cock.
    Cam's moan is soft, so quiet that Jace would've missed it if they weren't pressed so close. He curls his hand around it in a loose grip, feeling the velvet hardness of it, testing its weight, running his thumb along the length of it to the cut head and rubbing there, moisture catching on the pad of his thumb. It turns him on beyond belief when he realizes how similar their dicks are. He grips a little tighter and Cam gasps. He stills Jace's hand and Jace looks up at him, startled.
    "I think— I think we should stop here for today. I'm— this is good but. Not too fast. I started it, I know but. Still not ready for that part." Cam looks away, throat working and the flush deepening. "Yet."
    "Okay." And it is. He gives the head one last stroke with his thumb that has Cam ducking his head and stuttering something along the lines of 'asshole', and pulls his hand away.
    Quiet, he starts putting his brother back to rights, zipping him back up, smoothing out his T-shirt.
    Cam doesn't move from his place on Jace's lap. There's a crooked smile on his face.
    "You look like shit, Jace."
    Just like that, Jace is scowling and shoving Cam off, though he regrets the distance almost instantly. "Shut up."
    Cam chuckles and shifts back over to sit beside him. He settles back down, head going back to rest on his shoulder. "Yeah."
    "Cameron," he says, because as much as he wants to hold on to the good feelings, the reality of it will start hitting them hard soon enough.
    "What?" Cam doesn't bother moving.
    "I won't ask if you're sure."
    "You don't have to."
    Yeah, okay.