Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 2

by Anch's face. He narrowed his eyes and scowled at Vin.
    "Vintage! Announce yourself next time," Anch said, tightening the belt on the robe he had thrown on.
    "You're the one that was giving a show, Ancient," Vin said. "And what a great one it was. Far be it from me to stop that."
    "Yeah, well, keep it in your pants, fuckboy," Anch said with a nod toward Vin. "Don't you have to save that for the cameras?"
    "I'm on camera now," Vin said. He stroked his cock under his pants.
    "But you don't want to shoot before your big shoot, do you?"
    "I can always get another shot. Or just ask for another injection," Vin said with another stroke. "If this damn cock ring will let me shoot, that is," he said, pulling his cock out to get a better look. He tried to adjust the ring to allow more room under it, and the glowing green light flickered amber for a second. Vin let go of it. Penalties for removing the ring before a shoot would eat up half his payout, even if Sather managed to exercise an escape clause.
    Anch shook his head. "Tell me about this giant co-star of yours."
    "Obs told you, huh?" Vin asked, tucking himself back in.
    "Yeah. What have you gotten yourself into now, Vin? What species is he?"
    "Denoblian."
    "Ooh, they're nice. Huge cocks, so good luck with that. Does he have a tail?"
    "Nah, he's from the south. And you should see Jali's cock. I don't know how I'm going to— hey, how did you know some of them have tails?"
    "Their first meeting with the Union, they went au naturale . That didn't go over very well with the bigwigs, and they contacted me to outfit them. Voilà, a whole new line," Anch said with a flourish of his hands. "How do you like his horns?"
    "Their horns," Vin said with a shrug. "What about them?"
    "You don't know?" Anch asked with a smile.
    "What?"
    "Oh, honey, forget I said anything."
    "No, Anch, tell me."
    "Look, Obs needs some help, so I've got to go. Have fun with your shoot. Break a cock!" Anch wiggled his fingers as he signed off.
    "I hope not," Vin said, grabbing his crotch as the screen went blank. He made sure there weren't any other messages before he went back out to the common room. Jali was still in his quarters, so Vin popped another nutribev open. The orange can tasted worse than the blue one had, and he shuddered and hacked at the taste.
    "I would have thought one would have been enough for you," Jali said from behind him.
    "I have high metabolism. You should have seen the shot they had to give me when...." Vin let the thought die off without finishing it. He didn't want to remember the experiment that landed him and the others here. He went back to the couch, taking the spot Jali sat in before. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It still smelled like him. He opened his eyes to find Jali standing in front of him, his hair dripping wet. Vin followed a droplet as it fell from one wavy lock down Jali's chest. He thought about licking it from the glistening blue skin, but it disappeared under the edge of the yellow towel wrapped around Jali's waist. He let his gaze travel back up Jali's body to his face. The pupil-less eyes didn't show passion the way Vin's dark eyes did, dilating until the color nearly disappeared, but his features were intense nonetheless. Another droplet fell from Jali's hair and began its trek down the wide blue chest. Vin stood and flicked his tongue out to catch it as it hung a left and started for Jali's bright yellow nipple.
    Jali hissed and put his hands on the back of Vin's head to run his fingers through Vin's hair. Vin took the hint and kissed Jali's chest, working his way to that nipple. He sucked hard, and Jali pulled him closer as he turned them around. He sat down, pulling Vin down to straddle his lap. He clutched a handful of Vin's hair and pulled his head back. Vin stared back at him, trying to get a sense of what Jali was thinking. Jali's hands gave him a better clue when they worked their way down Vin's body to the hem of his shirt. Vin watched the blue hands slip under it, and felt a tingle as they slid along his skin. Jali ripped the shirt as he pulled it up and Vin lifted his arms to help pull it off. It caught on his wrist and flopped back down on top of his head. He chuckled and squirmed as Jali traced along his ribs and over the lines of his tattoo with a finger.
    "What does this mean?" Jali asked quietly.
    Vin shrugged. "Nothing, really. I just liked the design."
    Jali's eyebrows scrunched together to show his confusion.