Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

the discovery of the century. All he could think about was getting Nate's cock out of those pants and into his mouth.
    Nate's dick was rapidly stiffening, and burning hot against Ben's palm. He lowered himself to his knees and glanced up at Nate. Nate's eyes were closed, and his plump lower lip was caught between his teeth. The look of anticipation on Nate's face was almost as sweet as the cock waiting for Ben to taste it.
    Ben's tongue licked a drop of bitter salt from the tip of Nate's prick before taking it into his mouth. As he sucked, he fought a clumsy, one-handed struggle with his own fly, finally freeing his erection.
    Nate's fingers twisted in his hair, and his hips pumped, helping feed Ben his length. "Fuck, that's good. Like that. Just like that. Suck me, baby."
    Ben happily complied, sucking noisily as his hand brought himself closer to the edge. Suddenly, Nate pulled away from him. He closed his eyes as Nate painted his face with hot, white streaks of come. It took only another heartbeat or two for him to bring himself off, spurting onto the lab floor.
    Breathless, he sat back on his haunches, actually shaking from the power of his orgasm and the knowledge that he'd just given Nate a blow job. Had he actually just sucked off one of the greatest minds of the twenty-first century. Yes, he had, and the thought somehow made their encounter even hotter. He couldn't help himself, looking up at Nate with a satisfied grin stretching his cheeks.
    "Wow. Well, that was...unexpected. Good, but unexpected. Great, but unexpected." Nate returned Ben's smile with one of his own. "I hope you'll allow me to return the favor sometime soon."
    "Any time. Believe me, it was all my pleasure." Ben didn't know what thrilled him more— that Nate had enjoyed his mouth, or that Nate hinted at a repeat performance. Either way, the encounter made his day.
    Screw that, he thought. It made my decade.
    The next few minutes were spent silently cleaning up the mess they'd made of each other and the floor. Then Nate yawned, his jaws cracking with the effort. "I'm going to head back to my hotel and get some decent shut eye. You wore out what few neurons I still had firing in my brain." He grabbed his jacket, but paused at the door, looking back at Ben. "Oh, I really am sorry about breaking into your office. I didn't mean to step on your toes."
    Ben laughed and waved him off. "Go. Don't worry about it. After that, you can step on any part of me you want."
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    Ben remained in his office long after Nate went back to his hotel. He worked and reworked the figures, but no matter what he did, he couldn't dispute Nate's findings. His rational mind insisted that it should be impossible, ludicrous; the very idea of it was abso-fucking-lutely insane, but nonetheless, he couldn't contest the cold hard data. It was there in the numbers, as big as life and completely irrefutable.
    Nate had proven, in theory at least, that with materials available for purchase at any hardware store and a powerful enough computer, time travel was possible.
    CHAPTER 3
    Rain hammered the dining room windows like a million tiny fists. Inside Ben's apartment, the atmosphere was nearly as electrically charged as the storming sky. They were rehashing the same argument they'd had on numerous other occasions over the past six months, and quite frankly, Ben was getting sick of it.
    "Look, Ben, all I'm saying is that, to paraphrase Ian Malcolm in Jurassic Park, just because we can doesn't mean we should . We haven't done enough research, crunched enough numbers. There may be something we've missed, something vital that we're just not seeing yet."
    Ben banged his fist on the table, making his cutlery and wineglass jump. Outside, thunder crashed as if nature were adding an exclamation point to his argument. "Goddamn it, Nate! I do not want to have this conversation yet again. We've come too far to second-guess ourselves now. Besides, your argument is moot. The mice came through just fine."
    "Mice are not people, Ben! We're not ready to progress to human trials. Not even close. There are protocols we need to follow for a reason. To ignore them is to risk catastrophe. We're tampering with the very fabric of time, and we have no ideas of the possible consequences! The ramifications of acting irresponsibly could be devastating! For all we know, we could alter history, or destroy the environment."
    Ben made a rude noise deep in his throat. "Please. I've read Ray Bradbury, too. Do you