Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

The come dripped down Augie's stomach and onto Shon's cock as he pounded inside, so close.
    Augie's hand moved from his softening cock. He dipped a finger into his come and put it to Shon's lips. Shon licked at Augie's finger, sucking it in, twisting his tongue until it was clean. The taste of Augie sliding down his throat was all he needed to push himself over the edge. He thrust one more time and came hard, a guttural growl echoing off the tent walls.
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    Augie leaned against the pole, his body spent, his mind blank of everything besides Shon. His Shon. He couldn't remember why he'd worried if Shon would want him. Every time with Shon had been this bone-melting, this soul scorching. It didn't matter if it was the first time or the thousandth, this kind of intensity didn't happen by chance. He'd been with enough men to know as much.
    Shon's skin glistened; his muscles shook and strained under Augie's body. Augie held on tight to the pole, holding off some of his weight. Shon was grinning—wide, open, flushed, excited—like a fucking god of debauchery. Augie grinned back. Shon lifted him, slipped out, and tossed the condom with one hand. He pulled Augie into a bear hug and tumbled them onto the cot.
    "Tell me that you missed me." The plea came out as almost a whisper, Shon's shoulders still heaving as he caught his breath.
    "I really fucking missed you, Shon."
    Shon chuckled and snuggled against Augie's side. "You need to get cleaned up, or we're going to get stuck together."
    Augie's eyes gleamed. "Too late!" He rolled over and lay on top of Shon smearing his come between the two of them. Shon laughed and playfully tried to push Augie away.
    "Alright, alright. Let me clean us up."
    Shon slipped out of bed gracefully, every movement fluid. He wet a cloth under the sink and came back over to Augie's side. Shon took his time, trailing kisses after each swipe of the cool cloth. Every nerve in Augie's body was over stimulated and tuned to respond to Shon's touch. He grabbed Shon's face and brought him down for a sloppy kiss, "I can't believe I'm here."
    "In the Serengeti or with me?"
    Augie's eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. "We're in the Serengeti?"
    Shon swatted at Augie's shoulder, threw the cloth back into the sink, and rolled back onto the cot, curling into Augie. Shon played lazily with Augie's chest hair as they drifted in and out of sleep.
    "How long before they come looking for us?"
    "Could be awhile. The Serengeti is a big place."
    "Where the land goes on forever."
    Shon nodded. "In Maasai, yes, that's what Serengeti means."
    In the distance Augie heard more of the lowing which had woken him that morning. This time the call was quieter, almost a question or a test.
    "Shon? I think we scared the water buffaloes."
    Shon snickered and draped his leg over Augie. Augie kissed the top of Shon's head, closed his eyes—sated and happy for the first time in months—and fell asleep.
    THE END
    Author bio: Sam sleeps little, reads a lot. Happiest in a foreign country. Twitchy when not mentally in motion. Send her a picture and a song, and she's bound to write a story about it. And yes, that's an invitation.
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A WHISPERED CRY
    by Sammy Goode

    A young man sits atop a craggy barren mountaintop. His arms are clasped around his drawn up legs and his darkly curled head rests atop his knees. Though his eyes are closed you can feel his pain as it seems to pour off of his naked body...he is alone.

    Dear Author,
    I tried to fit in, be whom they expected, but that wasn't enough. Every little slip-up was another mark against me, another reminder that I was different. Now I'm stuck out here, lost and alone. No clothes, no food, no hope. Is there any chance for me?
    Sincerely,
    Amanda

    genre: fantasy
    tags: fantasy; hurt/comfort; military; light torture; HEA
    word count: 27,537
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    A WHISPERED CRY
    by Sammy Goode
    "So how long are you going to let him sit there, Con?"
    Constantine stared down through the open window and watched the silent figure below. The golden skinned boy was perched carefully on the stark white rocky outcropping, barely moving save for the gentle rise and fall of his back as he breathed in and out. Renwyn was his name…Ren.
    "Con, he can't last much longer. He's already been out there for several hours. I give him at most a few more before he either keels over from dehydration brought on by the stifling heat or freezes to death