Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

He can live with that.
    Jace lets his eyes drift closed too. His cock is feeling a little neglected but the lack of sleep over the past week is hovering over him, heavier now after the sudden shot of adrenalin.
    "Tomorrow's Friday," he mumbles.
    "No shit."
    "Phil's back tomorrow."
    Cam lets out an exasperated sigh. Grabbing Jace around the neck he drags them both down to the floor, catching the corner of Jace's pillow and pulling it over, doing the same with the blanket. He settles behind him, easy as anything, burying his nose in the curve of Jace's neck. "Sleep, man. We're gonna need it."
    "And that's it."
    The arm around his waist is new and careful and Jace closes his eyes again. He doesn't really want to look at the canvas right now.
    "It's you and me," Cam says, "we'll figure it out."
    "Okay."
    "Okay."
     
    THE END
    Author bio: Alex Mar lives in London and dreams of owning a cat and a dog so that they can play with her when she procrastinates from writing. She writes contemporary and fantasy/paranormal slash fiction and is planning on tackling her first m/m novel. Alex has a love for first-time stories and is always up for trying her hand at more taboo subjects. She spends the majority of her time drinking tea and pairing up male characters in her favourite TV shows and movies.
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BEYOND DUTY
    by S.J.D. Peterson

    Sexy Marine sitting on the floor, shirtless with just fatigue pants, another sexy Marine leaning down with his hand resting on the other Marine's lower stomach. Matching tattoos on their shoulders and upper arms.

    Dear Author,
    He's been in my life for two decades. Don't Ask Don't Tell ended too late for us as we were months from retirement. We spent so much of our lives in the closet, hiding our love that I worry if we can hold it together when we're out. I'm scared of losing him. For me, he's the hottest thing I've ever seen still and I know he could get guys half my age without trying hard. Why would he stick with me now? But he always knows...he knows when I need him to center me— to remind me of what we have. We're in it together to the end.
    If an author selects this... I LOVE BDSM. Please, please...
    Edited to clarify: I see the man facing forward as a sub and the other man as his dom. They've had stolen moments over the years but never the time and privacy to truly explore their D/s needs at the level they have desired. Now they do since they have retired. I enjoy a little angst (no cheating) but definitely want a HEA. Moderate BDSM would work great. Author, up to you if you take this mind. Ultimately, author, if you pick this one I'll be pleased no matter what you do to give my guys a story!
    Sincerely,
    Virginia

    genre: contemporary
    tags: BDSM; sexy marines; DADT; flogging; bondage; dirty talk; misunderstanding
    word count: 9,286
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    BEYOND DUTY
    by S.J.D. Peterson
    The short six-block walk from home to my favorite diner down on Main Street was one that I normally enjoyed. Riverview is full of southern small-town charm that is rich in history, and for the most part, the attitude among the residents is relaxed and easygoing. I'd bought the house not long after being promoted to Gunnery Sergeant, knowing that when I retired, I'd be staying. Sure, I'd have much rather owned one of the grander homes closer to the main strip— I've always had a thing for historical homes, but I never could figure out how to get rich in the Marine Corps. Besides, my house is actually perfect for me. It's tucked back off the street with a large private garden I can view from every room in the place. I like the gardens but it's the privacy I like even more. The fact that my best friend Mac fell in love with it made my decision easy.
    Like I said, normally I enjoy the short walk, but this particular morning I had woken up in a shitty mood. I'd been having a lot of those mornings over the previous couple of months: my gut all knotted up, head full of static noise, and my whole body tense. I don't mean just tense, but holy fuck tense to the point that I was waking up with back spasms that had me cussing and groaning in the middle of the night. And didn't those oh so fun, twisting in agony nightly events make my new, unwanted, best friend insomnia even more irritating. It was in this irritable mindset, made all the worse because I couldn't figure out what the fuck my problem was, that I grabbed a newspaper and stomped off to the