Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 2

summons if I had much worth missing at home. It's fair enough, for the moment, as compacts go. I'm not sorry I'm here, either."
    Tam's hand raked through his hair, all the way to the bottom. Then it flattened at the small of Aeron's back, fingers skirting the split of his ass where it emerged from its protective scrap of fabric.
    Aeron smiled. That meant "I want to play naked with you". He turned his head, met Tam's eyes just long enough to realize that he both understood what was happening and was startled by it, and then kissed him on the mouth. Hard.
    Tam gave a muffled sound of surprise, but applied his free hand to the side of Aeron's face and tilted it to match the angle of his own. Their mouths opened together, and Aeron flicked his tongue into Tam's, over the roof, the back of his teeth, tasting the sugar-liquor and strawberries they'd snacked on after dinner.
    Tammas picked wild strawberries almost every day now, come to think of it.
    They kept at it, feeling each other out, hands moving slowly, tongues darting in and out. Aeron found his minimal clothing restrictive, uncomfortable; his cock had a mind of its own, and it had been so long, he'd almost forgotten the heady rush of sensation. He closed off the kiss with a wet sound and bit gently at Tam's full, pinkish-brown lower lip.
    "Oh gods," Tammas said, but this time it didn't sound as if he expected something terrible. Quite the opposite.
    Aeron sat up on his knees and pulled at Tam's shirt. "I hate this thing."
    Tam laughed and obliged him by removing it, and Aeron focused on pulling the cord out of his breeches. Tam let himself be pushed back into the grass. "What are we—?"
    "Naked." Aeron paused, the cord halfway out, and his wings buzzed thoughtfully. He flattened his free hand against the thin hair-line sinking into Tammas' breeches and found it soft to the touch. He sighed and followed it downward. "I wondered what that would feel like."
    Tammas sucked in a breath and held it, watching with wide eyes. The outline of his hardening cock became even more evident against his right thigh. "You— you can feel anything you want. But maybe we should go inside?"
    "Why?" Aeron finished yanking out the cord and tossed it aside, then began tugging down the breeches. They rolled up at Tam's narrow hips, and he struggled to let Aeron pull them over his ass, pushing himself up off the ground with both hands.
    Tam said, "Um, someone might see."
    "Everyone plays."
    "Not, you know. In public."
    "If you expect company, why do you sit in your yard with a winged boy at all? Might as well be naked."
    Tammas chuckled and finished kicking off his breeches, which left him in his smallclothes— so many protective layers, and for what? Aeron had seen his fuzzy legs before, but never so close; he ran both his palms up Tam's long, hard thighs, threading his fingers through the short hair. His fingertips slipped under the short-breeches, and one hand met with the crease of his hip, the other with the head of Tam's cock. Aeron took it in hand, finding him deliciously thick and hot.
    Tam gasped. "Right. Yes. Naked, right here on the lawn. You've convinced me."
    Aeron let him go, all reluctance but for the chance to see him unclothed. At last Aeron could follow the trail down his belly all the way to the base of his cock: lightly veined, barely curved, and so hard the dark pink head was naked. Aeron pulled the cord to untie his own clout and threw it aside, then paused for a moment of (slightly envious) comparison.
    Tammas put an end to it by grabbing him by the hips and pulling him into a crushing, hungry kiss. Aeron resituated them; Tammas proved very accommodating, as if he didn't mind what else happened, so long as he could suck on Aeron's tongue. Aeron settled on the ground between Tam's thighs and threw his own legs over them, so they were as close to belly-to-belly as they could get.
    Tam's hands, so hesitant only moments ago, felt up Aeron's chest, fingered his hair, slipped around to cup his ass. One eventually found its way upward to the wingstalk, brushing that spot beneath it and sending shivers through his wings. They snapped and buzzed in the dark. Aeron moaned and pushed forward, parting Tammas' thighs farther, and caught both of their cocks in one hand.
    "Fuck," Tammas whispered into his ear. "Oh, fuck me, I don't believe this."
    That voice, saying things Tammas simply did not say, things Aeron wouldn't have understood if not for a tutor with a bawdy sense of