Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

know how angry Jared actually was, but took his time eyeing everything else; muscles and tanned skin, naked from waist up. Broad chest flexed with arms pulled back, wrist tied together behind the chair. The jeans were those worn ones Casey just loved, small holes next to the seams; color almost completely vanished at certain spots.
    "Casey?" Jared was conciliatory now. "Did you hear me?"
    "Yeah, I… I heard you," Casey said, and quickly looked Jared in the eyes before going for the drawer. Oh, he had heard him alright, but untying Jared was a little too hard to complete, because Casey knew he'd end up spread on the floor the second Jared would be able to move again.
    Tying down your lover was always fun and exciting.
    Tying down your control-freak, dominant lover was the worse fucking idea anyone could come up with.
    Casey wondered if he'd completely lost his mind, not that being held down by someone would be bad, oh no, on the contrary, it was oh so good. But he'd known the moment he'd done it, that Jared wouldn't appreciate the thought. Not one bit.
    "Well...? Get your ass over here, and get me out of this fucking chair." Casey opened the drawer, picked a spoon and pushed the drawer shut with the side of his hip while ripping open the container of vanilla ice cream.
    "No." He kept his eyes on the package in his hand and tossed the lid on the table before sinking the spoon in that white softness, one with black nuggets of vanilla.
    "No?" Jared replied. He didn't really sound all that pissed anymore, just stunned and stirred. And that was really understandable considering the ultimate fact that during those few months they'd 'dated', Casey had been way too adaptive to whatever Jared had wanted, not because he would be afraid of what might happen if he decided to disagree, but because he'd been up for anything. But now… now he didn't want to let Jared go. Now he didn't want to be the one getting tossed around and played with because he was genuinely offended by what had happened the night before.
    Casey turned to face Jared and picked a chair on his way closer to his sexy, gorgeous man. Yes, Jared was his wet-dream come true, all tanned skin and hard muscles and while it was good to have that in his bed every now and then, Casey had come to realize it just wasn't enough. He wanted more than a cock in his ass every other night and ropes around his wrists whenever Jared felt like taking full advantage– not that Casey didn't appreciate the attention whenever it was placed on him, because he did. But he was still just someone Jared fucked. Someone Jared got off with. Not even 'a date' when they ran into Jared's friends at the movies or down by the club. No, he was always just 'someone', literally. Jared rarely even introduced him to anyone, and the lack of acknowledgement was getting too hard to bear.
    "Are you seriously doing this?" Jared asked. He was getting bored, Casey could see that, and when Jared got bored, he lost any interest whatsoever. Casey was pretty convinced the guy had some type of disorder, because he could hardly stay in place more than ten minutes at a time. It was a miracle he could sit through a movie with Casey without twitching, but he did. Sometimes. Most of the time they begun watching something and after fifteen minutes Jared declared the film to be a crime against humanity, with the lack of anything ever remotely interesting and decided they should just go to bed instead. And they always did, Casey being more than willing to get his body used in numerous ways. Afterward, Jared was still too restless, when Casey on the other hand was almost passed out with satisfaction, and he often ended up sleeping alone because Jared would just get up, get dressed and leave. Simple, because he was too bored to stay.
    Except for last night, because for once Jared had been just as worn out, just as incapable of moving a muscle. But then again, last night had been a little different than any other night.
    "I think I want us to talk," Casey nodded and placed the chair he'd dragged along opposite of Jared. They were in Casey's kitchen, his favorite room; one Jared probably didn't even see as a room, because he hated anything to do with housework and cooking was apparently considered as a part of that revolting section of maturity.
    "Seriously?"
    "Yes… seriously," Casey said and sat down. He took the spoon and licked the surface before sucking in the lump of ice cream he had picked up. "If nothing else, then