Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 2

kneeling position, straddled Mark's legs and gave his own cock a series of hard, fast strokes until it spurted thick fluid over Mark's thighs and groin.
    He collapsed back onto the bed and drew Mark's head towards his chest. They lay together in the dark, barely touching, as their sweat slowly evaporated and their breathing slowed. Finally, they slept.
    Not a word had been spoken.
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    The next time Jules woke, light was streaming around the edges of the window blind and there was noise from the Saturday morning market in the town square outside. Mark was asleep facing Jules. He looked young, innocent, vulnerable. Jules started to count the tan specks on his face but gave up half way across the forehead. Too many freckles, too little time, at least today.
    He reached out to the night table for his phone. He checked the time: just after eight. He called the direct number for the ward and said, "This is Jules Moreau."
    He spoke quietly but when he looked around he saw that Mark's blue eyes were open, watching him steadily. Jules switched on the loudspeaker and lay the phone on the pillow between them.
    The nurse said, "Oh, Jules, Nicole's doing brilliant." He recognized her voice: it was the one called Emma. "Temperature's still normal and she's just gone back to sleep after a feed. She had a good appetite this morning. Making up for lost time, I think."
    "Has she been crying much?"
    "No, just doing her happy little squeaks and squeals. She's going to be a singer, isn't she? We'll all be seeing her on telly in twenty years' time."
    Twenty years of a life that Nicole had almost lost before it had begun. Jules felt a sudden rush of emotion and had to blink to keep tears out of his eyes.
    He said, "So she can come home?"
    "We'll have to wait and see what the registrar says, but as long as her lumbar puncture's clear today I expect it will be a yes. Mrs. Acharya will be round between ten and eleven as usual."
    Jules thanked her and ended the call. To Mark he said, "If Nicole wasn't asleep, I would have asked if we could talk to her."
    Mark laughed. "I can just imagine her lying there listening to your voice on the phone and chirping back to you." His voice was gentle, almost loving. He blushed a little and turned away as if he was thinking of what had happened between them in the night. "I'll drive you over there. What do you want first, shower or coffee?"
    "I'll make the coffee. You can take a shower."
    He watched Mark get out of bed. Mark had put his white briefs back on and they cradled his heavy cock. It looked semi-hard. There were freckles all over his body. Even his thighs were spotted with them. Like a lion, Jules thought, or a ginger cat.
    As Mark padded down the hall, Jules sprang out of bed. He went to the kitchen, threw some coffee beans into the grinder and when they were done, started the coffee maker. Then he grabbed a couple of small foil packets from the bedroom and headed for the bathroom.
    The door was closed but not locked. Mark was in the shower, facing the wall. He hadn't heard Jules above the noise of the water. The clear sliding door was already steamed over but Jules could see his arms moving as he soaped his torso.
    Jules stripped off his briefs and dropped them beside Mark's on the floor. His cock stood out, stiff and proud. He could hear Mark humming softly to himself as he washed.
    He eased the door open. The humming stopped and Mark turned his head but he made no objection. Jules slipped in behind him, pressing up against Mark's back as he closed the door. One arm snaked around Mark's waist, the hand lying flat on the layer of soft flesh that still hid his abs despite the gym work. His other hand dropped the foil packets into the soap holder and then turned Mark's head a little more so they could kiss.
    Warm water ran over both of their bodies as their lips met and their tongues began to explore. Jules's hands roamed over Mark's torso, pinching and squeezing a nipple, waking Mark's cock without touching it.
    Mark reached back and ran his hand up the outside of Jules's thigh. Jules didn't let him turn around but pressed more firmly against his back, his cock hardening against Mark's buttocks. He shifted a little, working it into the vertical crease between Mark's cheeks so that its head rested against the base of Mark's spine.
    Gripping Mark's thighs and pulling him back, Jules began to move his cock up and down in the crease, lubricated by the warm running water. Mark's cock was standing out