Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

were last night, when you weren't with me?" Casey goaded. Every word burned like acid on his tongue, but he kept his voice low and easy, almost lazy, when he pressed his palm against the zipper of Jared's jeans. "Give me a little credit, Jared… I'm not that dumb."
    "So just fishing for compliments, is that it?" Jared said with a rusty voice, a lot rougher than his usual gruff tone, the one Casey loved and would gladly listen for hours on end.
    "No need for that. I think this," Casey smirked and squeezed his fingers around the shape of Jared's hard cock through the jeans, satisfied with the quiet hiss he got as a respond, "is enough of praise."
    "Untie me and I'll praise you all you like."
    "Don't think so, Jared…" Casey snorted and took a quick look at the front of Jared's jeans before facing that blue shine. "I like you tied. Keeps your hands from getting in my way."
    "And here I was thinking you actually like my hands in your way… Stupid me."
    "Mock all you like. Doesn't change the fact that you're not going anywhere until I say so. How's that for a change?" Casey couldn't fight the smile. He knew precisely how much Jared hated to be held down, cut from the action, cut from his ways of moving and touching and doing as he pleased.
    Well, fuck if Casey cared.
    He flickered with the belt buckle while looking at the man sitting in front of him. Dark hair entangled like it always was, eyes narrowed and gleaming, lips slightly parted when Casey brought in his other hand. He rubbed the hardness with one hand while unbuckling the belt with the other, and cared little for Jared's silent breath when he unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans and went right for the hard flesh pulsing inside.
    "So tell me… was she better?" he asked while sliding lower on his chair, eventually on his knees in front of Jared. Jared bit his lip when Casey stroked the cock he now had in his hand, one slow movement from the base to the tip, restraining his urge to go for it just as fast and hard as Jared had done just few hours earlier.
    "You wanted to know if I wanted you instead of him, so you spill the beans now. Did you want her when you fucked me?" Another stroke ending with a twist around the head of Jared's shaft. "Did you think about her when you fucked me?"
    "You want me to draw a picture for comparison?" Jared asked, still composed and steady, but his voice was hoarse, his breathing a little harder than a second ago.
    "No need to." Casey leaned closer and brought his other hand up, his palm sliding across Jared's smooth skin and hard muscles, fingers brushing the nipple before tracing higher. He cupped Jared's face and pecked another kiss on those lips while his fingers squeezed harder around Jared's cock, rewarding him with another gasp for air.
    "I think I deliver well enough. After all, I do put in my best performance every single time." No point in hiding the obvious, since Jared knew damn well Casey would always go the extra mile to satisfy whatever whim of desire Jared might have. "Well… with you anyways."
    Casey saw a hint of anger bolt out in Jared's eyes with just mentioning the possibility of Casey delivering anything for someone else, and he pushed in with his lips before Jared got a chance to reply.
    There was no one else, not for Casey, because all he wanted was what he now had in front of him, in his hand, gasping against his lips when he moved his hand a little faster, stroking his thumb over the tip every time his hand went up. Even while tied down Jared made Casey feel weak and immobilized with hunger. Even while stripped down from his manners, Jared accomplished turning Casey into his devoted servant, one willing to attain whatever it might be Jared wanted. There was no need to implicate why it was that way. It just was, had always been, from the first time they'd met in a crowded house party. Casey had been too tired and too disorientated to actually participate at all, uninterested in mingling with people he didn't know and didn't care to make acquaintance with, but the second he had seen Jared standing across the room, looking at him with the look of a predator displayed on his face, the exhaustion had turned into electricity and lust.
    It was the same now, even if it was Casey touching instead of Jared, but he felt just as taken as he did every time he was with Jared. The cock in his hand was growing harder, filling his hand so perfectly it made Casey whimper with the need to have it inside him, and by the looks