Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

avail yourself of anything in the mini bar."
    "Thank you," Glenn said. "I think privacy would be nice."
    "Very well, we'll be on our way then." The driver then raised the tinted window, and suddenly the two of them were alone.
    "Care for a drink?" Glenn offered. "Champagne?"
    Jason shook his head. Suddenly he felt a bit out of his element, as if he were play acting. He glanced around, taking in his surroundings and at last his eyes landed on the man beside him. "I think you're wrong," Jason said. "I think people are gonna be staring at you tonight. You look really sharp."
    "I did okay cleaning up?" Glenn asked with a laugh.
    "More than okay." Jason felt the older man slide his arm around Jason's shoulder. "I can't believe you did all this. The flowers. The limo… uh… wow." Jason was nervous, and when he got that way, he tended to ramble. But as Glenn looked into his eyes, he suddenly grew silent.
    "Jason," he whispered, "can I kiss you?"
    Jason's nod was barely perceptible, even to himself, and as he leaned into the older man, placing his hand against Glenn's firm chest, he felt the crush of his lips against his own. Jason's heart pounded in his chest as Glenn reached up to place his palm against the side of Jason's face. The touch of both his hand and lips was gentle, but as Jason responded, Glenn's kiss grew more ardent.
    They separated, but only briefly and then Jason shifted his position, leaning further in and grabbing hold of Glenn's shoulders. He pressed his lips once again against those of this man he'd been obsessed with for the previous forty-eight hours. He inhaled the inviting scent of his cologne, felt the firmness of his sculpted upper body as it pressed against his own, and delivered the most passionate kiss of his life.
    Glenn responded by at first receiving Jason's advances, but then began to chase the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Jason's shoulders, guided him back into his seat and leaned over him, drilling his tongue into Jason's eager, hungry mouth.
    Jason gasped when they slightly pulled apart. Glenn was now staring into his eyes. "God," Glenn whispered. "I've been dying to do that for days."
    "We only met a couple days ago." Jason's own voice was barely audible.
    "From the moment I saw you, before I even knew who you were…"
    "Glenn… what about…?"
    He wasn't able to finish his sentence because his mouth suddenly became occupied once again. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes as Glenn proceeded to ravage him, showering him with kisses, and when his lips were not pressed against Jason's own, they were buried in his neck, against his cheeks, nibbling his ears.
    "Oh God," Jason said, exhaling.
    At last Glenn pulled away, but Jason was so aroused he didn't want it to stop. "We'll be there soon," Glenn said. He straightened himself in his seat and grabbed hold of Jason's hand. "I… uh… Jason…"
    Jason took a deep breath, squeezing Glenn's hand before releasing it. He reached up and covered his face, rocking back and forth slightly. When he pulled his arms down, he allowed one hand to rest atop Glenn's thigh. "That was intense," he said.
    "I've been trying to restrain myself," Glenn admitted. "Last night, it was all I could do not to drag you back to my room and… and…"
    "I know," Jason said. "I felt the same way, but this is so complicated."
    "It's not complicated unless we allow it to be. Let's just enjoy tonight. Let me give you a wonderful evening. Please."
    "Okay," Jason said, smiling. He turned to look directly into Glenn's face. "I'd like that."
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    Glenn took Jason to Mizuna's, a comfortable yet elegant restaurant in Denver which provided a quiet, romantic atmosphere. Although Jason had lived in Denver his whole life, he'd never been to this restaurant. He and his father had lived a lifestyle that was quite pedestrian and utterly unpretentious. The fact that his dad was both frugal and practical had blinded Jason to culture and the "finer things in life" that were all around him.
    It seemed ironic to Jason that his previous meetings with Glenn had given him the impression that the man was very common. He'd worn blue jeans and sneakers. He talked about things that were familiar to Jason—music and movies and pop culture.
    When it came time to order, Jason didn't know where to begin. "How about I take the liberty to order for us?" Glenn offered. Jason quickly nodded his assent. Glenn ordered them the striped bass. "I hope you like fish."
    "Sure," Jason said.
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