Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

him for a second, astonished, then nodded. "It's..."
    "The one above yours last night," Cam finished for him.
    Anton nodded, and before Cam could say anything else, bolted like he was being chased by the entire KGB. Cam shrugged. Seriously, how bad could it be? He briefly wondered if Anton would actually come by or he'd chicken out. He realized he wanted him to come by way more than he was willing to admit.
    Cam went back up to his room, relieved to find only one of the jailers on duty at the other end of the hall. He supposed they thought he could only get into so much trouble during the day.
    Cam sprawled on the bed and tried watching cable TV, but whatever wasn't in Russian was hopelessly boring. He paced the room, restless, determined not to let seclusion drive him nuts, when a quiet knock on the door made him jump.
    It did not sound like the jailers— they knocked so loudly it was a wonder the door didn't fly off its hinges. Cam crept toward the door and peeked out only to see a blur of familiar blond hair. Anton was looking around cautiously and looked like he was about to bolt any minute, so Cam let him in quickly before he did just that.
    "Hi," Anton said. "Thanks. Who's the uniform eyeing me from the end of the hall?"
    Cam waved his hand in the air. "Meh, no one."
    Anton gave him a look that made Cam hastily add: "They're not here to spy on whoever I have sex with."
    Anton's grin widened.
    "That's, how you say, a little... presumptuous."
    Cam didn't have the time or the necessity to reassure him, because next thing he knew, they were on the bed and busily tearing each other's clothes off. Presumptuous or not, Anton had shown up with a ready supply of condoms and lube packets in the pockets of his jacket, and before Cam knew it, he found himself naked, on his back, his knees rolled up to his chest. Not much kissing, not much foreplay, nothing. It was almost like Anton was in some kind of hurry, as if afraid someone might bust in on them at any moment. Cam cried out with the sharp sensation when Anton's lube-slicked cock pushed inside him, but Anton grunted with pleasure and unceremoniously pushed all the way in. It was the weirdest sex Cam ever had, and he thought he'd tried everything. He felt like some kind of living sex toy, an object being ruthlessly used to satisfy a basic need. Part of him was indignant, and another part was enjoying it quite a lot even though he didn't want to admit it.
    Anton pumped in a desperate frenzy until he stiffened and let out a loud groan, his cock pulsing inside Cam. He rolled off Cam, breathing heavily, leaving Cam wondering what the hell just happened.
    Meanwhile, Anton caught his breath and started picking his clothes up off the floor. Cam sat up, nonplussed.
    "What are you doing?"
    "I have to go," Anton said over his shoulder.
    "Excuse me?" Cam lifted himself up on one elbow. "We're not done!"
    "Yes, we are," Anton replied quickly. He pulled on his sneakers without bothering with the laces. "This was great. Bye."
    And next thing Cam knew, the door closed behind Anton.
    Cam stared at it for a few more minutes in utter astonishment and disbelief. His cock was still throbbing with desire and frustration. Cam quickly jerked himself off, but it hardly helped. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and envisioned Anton's luscious, pink lips...
    Here we go. That hits the spot.
    He came within seconds, his come splattering all over his belly. After that, he felt motivated enough to get up, take a shower and get dressed.
    He decided to file away the incident as something that happened by accident and would not be happening again.
    ****
    The next day, though, it turned out he was wrong.
    This time Anton showed up out of the blue. Cam had just gotten out of the shower and the knocking on the door puzzled him. He went to open assuming it was his father's people checking in on him, but when he peeked out the door he saw Anton standing there, a ridiculously large baseball cap covering his hair and a gigantic pair of sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
    It took Cam a few seconds to recognize him at first, and when he did, he couldn't help but crack up.
    Anton looked vexed. Hurriedly, he pushed his way past Cam into the room and closed the door.
    "Not funny, man," he murmured, taking off the hat and shaking out his blond curls.
    "I don't know how to break it to you, but it kind of is," said Cam through fits of giggles. "What are you, with the KGB? What's with the