Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

table or the sofa or the piano bench or the floor?" He kissed Riley's neck. "I don't care. Anywhere. Everywhere. Just touch me."
    "Suddenly so easy to please," Riley observed and pushed off West's bathrobe. West held the counter behind him and found it was hard to breathe, hard to do anything that wasn't kissing Riley and enjoying the warmth of his hands as Riley touched him, nerves tingling at the roughness of his calloused fingertips.
    When he couldn't wait any longer he took hold of Riley's hips and turned him to the face the counter. Riley made a surprised, happy noise and looked at West over his shoulder, and West kissed him quickly before grabbing the hem of his T-shirt and yanking it up. Riley exhaled sharply again and West felt a shudder run down his body as West kissed down his spine.
    Riley's stomach fluttered as West pushed his hands under the waistband of Riley's sleep pants, and he clutched at the counter as West pushed them over his hips and down his long, sleek legs. He turned Riley again, holding his hips, and Riley's eyes were dark and enormous as he looked at West with hunger and impatience.
    West had tried not to look at him, even when he practiced his violin while wearing nothing but boxer shorts, but he could look now. And look he did, at the breadth of Riley's chest, his strong hands and forearms, his smooth skin, the treble clef tattoo on his hip, his long legs, his cock that was already stiffening under West's gaze.
    "West," Riley growled. West deliberately licked his lips, loving the way it made Riley's skin flush deeper.
    Riley caught West's face in his hands and kissed him, and he made a bereft noise when West stepped back. West yanked off his bathrobe and the pajamas he'd been bundled into, barely naked before Riley grabbed him again and kissed him, even harder and more demanding than before.
    West dragged Riley to the table but Riley said, "Dude, no, we eat here," which made West laugh. He dragged Riley out of the kitchen instead, while Riley laughed with delight and kissed him as much as he could. Riley's room was closest but West's had the lube and condoms, so West brought him there and pushed him onto the bed. Riley was still laughing as he went down, and his eyes were hot and dark as he lounged on the dark red sheets and looked up at West.
    West knelt on the bed. "I have been fantasizing about you on these sheets for weeks ." He lowered himself onto Riley's body and kissed him. He felt Riley laugh, felt Riley's calloused fingertips sweep over his back.
    "Tell me more," Riley muttered against his lips. "Tell me more about what you want."
    "I want," said West, "to kiss every inch of your body. I want to lick your tattoo. I want to suck you off while you play your violin."
    Riley laughed again. "I don't know if I have that much control."
    "That'll be the fun of it, won't it?" He looked down at Riley's happy face and smiling mouth, and wondered if Riley looked like this with all of his lovers or if this was due just to him. He pushed that thought away and kissed him again, one thigh between Riley's to gently rub against his cock.
    "Westie," Riley gasped, "I love this slow seduction thing you've got going but I swear if you don't fuck me soon I'm going to lose my mind."
    West laughed, his mouth against Riley's throat. "Right. No problem. Slow later." He nipped Riley's collar bone and got out condoms and lube from their box under the bed. Riley threw open his legs, hands wrapped around his thighs, and West kissed his stomach before he pushed in the first bit of lubricant. Riley moaned a soft, drawn-out, "Oh," and West kissed him, fingers stroking steadily, until Riley relaxed.
    He thought he might come from the look on Riley's face as he unrolled the condom, and he had to pause and close his eyes, exhale and steady himself, before he knelt between Riley's legs. Riley pushed a hand into his hair and gently rubbed the back of his head. "Y'okay, babe?" he said softly and West nodded and kissed the inside of his wrist.
    "I'm good," he said, "I'm so good," and then he pushed into Riley's tight, slick body and Riley cried out, his fingers digging into West's back. West stroked his face and kissed him. "Relax, Riley. Breathe."
    Riley breathed slowly, his eyelids as heavy as if he were drugged, and then he tightened his thighs on West's hips and smiled up at him. "Okay. Keep going."
    West kissed him and resumed the careful slide, until he felt Riley relax enough for him to thrust. It felt like