Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

hour later, when they were back in the limo, Glenn turned to Jason, taking him by the hand, and said, "You're not enjoying yourself, are you?"
    "Oh my God, of course I am. You've given me an amazing night… a ride in a limo, a killer meal at a fancy restaurant…"
    "Of which you barely took two bites." Jason felt bad. He didn't know how to respond because the last thing he wanted to do was sound unappreciative. "I really fucked up, didn't I?"
    "No, no, no, of course not," Jason said.
    Glenn leaned forward and pressed the button to lower the window. "Hey, can you take us downtown?" he asked.
    "Downtown?" Jason asked.
    "I'm fuckin dying for a corn dog," Glenn said.
    Jason beamed. "Me too."
    When the driver dropped them off on Colfax Avenue, Glenn rewarded him with a sizable gratuity and thanked him. "We'll catch a cab back to the hotel," Glenn said.
    "Sir, I'd be happy to wait. I'm at your service for the entire evening."
    "Go on," he said, "take the rest of the night off. We'll be fine."
    "Thank you, sir. Thank you very much."
    A few minutes later they were stuffing their faces with corn dogs and chili cheese fries. Jason laughed when Glenn's elbow slipped off the table as he was about to bite into his mustard-slathered corn dog and got a big glob of mustard smeared all over his chin. Jason reached over the table and wiped Glenn's face with his finger.
    "Oh thanks. Geez, you'd think I'd never had a corn dog before…"
    "Careful," Jason said. "You're gonna ruin your expensive suit."
    "Fuck the suit," Glenn said. "Jason, I'm sorry about tonight. I was trying so hard—too hard—to impress you."
    "You succeeded," Jason assured him.
    "Let's say we go have some fun," Glenn suggested.
    He then took Jason to all the gay clubs in town. Most were close together, within walking distance. They did shots and danced, and Glenn even gave Jason a sampling of his Karaoke skills. By three o'clock when the bars were closing, Jason was feeling a bit tipsy.
    "I don't want it to end," he whispered into Glenn's ear. They were standing at the bar, and Jason was leaning against him, his head buried in Glenn's chest. "I've never had so much fun in my life."
    "Don't leave me," Glenn said. "Come back to my room… please."
    Without a word, he grabbed Glenn's hand and allowed himself to be led out of the bar and into a cab. Ten minutes later, he was alone with the man in his hotel room, and suddenly Jason was feeling very sober.
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    "You're beautiful," Glenn whispered as he unbuttoned Jason's shirt, delivering a sweet kiss after finishing with each button. "Inside and out."
    "Glenn…" Jason released a breathy sigh, his voice raspy, yearning. Glenn was down to the fourth button, now running his fingertips across Jason's exposed chest.
    "So smooth," Glenn said. He leaned forward to kiss Jason's chest, wrapping his lips around one of his nipples. When Jason felt his tongue, he threw his head back, moaning. The soft touch of Glenn's fingers sent chills throughout Jason's body. Those hands, they were so strong and masculine and yet conveyed such a gentle, loving touch.
    As Glenn descended his body, Jason felt the man's tongue trailing down his abdomen, finding his navel, all the while deft hands grasped the button and fly of Jason's slacks. Jason looked down, taking in the sight of this gorgeous man now kneeling at his feet. Reaching out, he rested his palms atop Glenn's shoulders, partially to express affection and partially to steady himself.
    He sensed the eagerness of this man kneeling before him, undressing him. He felt as if he were being worshipped, lovingly adored. And Glenn wasted no time, suddenly appearing nearly frantic. He tugged at Jason's waistband, pulling his pants and underwear down to his thighs as Jason's throbbing arousal was finally freed.
    That mouth—oh God, that amazing mouth! Glenn devoured him with one smooth movement. The sensual feel of that tongue against his raging hard-on caused Jason to moan uncontrollably. By pure reflex he gripped the man's shoulders tightly and tossed his head back.
    When he again looked down, Glenn was staring up at him as he sucked. There was no question about it, this man was not a sexual novice. He cupped Jason's ball sac with one hand and held the base of his prick with the other. He had used his spittle to slickly coat the entirety of Jason's throbbing, seven inch shaft and was now using his hand as a sheath. As he expertly bobbed on Jason's cock, his hand and mouth worked in perfect