Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

by the waterfront, near Pike's Place."
    "You live down here?"
    "I'm a photographer–I own some office space in one of the older buildings. I've converted part of it into living space because I sometimes work late. Do you want to play or not?"
    Another chance to say no, to turn and walk away. But Sinn knew he wouldn't–certainly not after that kiss. Sinn never had been the type of man not to venture into dangerous unknown waters. And this was no different. He wanted Will, and he was going to have him on whatever terms were offered. He had a feeling tonight was going to change his life. He just had no way of knowing whether it would be better or worse when it was over.
    "Yeah," he said. "I'm game. Let's go."
    Will suddenly swooped forward and claimed another deep kiss. As far as Sinn was concerned, it clinched the deal. No turning back now.
    CHAPTER 3
    The rain stopped, the sidewalks glistened wetly, mirrored puddles glimmered beneath the streetlights. Will was soaked; so was Sinn. Yet somehow it didn't seem to matter. A certain heat emanated from beneath his skin, keeping him warm, if not wet. His cock burned inside his wet jeans. Once they reached his playroom, all would easily be remedied. He didn't rush things. They'd both be getting naked soon enough, and his dryer at the studio could handle most items of clothing. Not the leather, but the shirts, socks, and underwear.
    Will knew he'd almost pushed too hard. Almost lost him. He should have known Sinn would be rather skittish after his L.A. experiences. As a journalist, Will knew to be thorough in his research. Wildlife was his specialty and he should have recognized the signs of a leery abused animal. Becoming too focused on the goal, he'd forgotten the patience required to make the journey enjoyable, the prey eager to eat from his hand. He slowed it down, way down, and he could sense Sinn's tension easing away.
    "Are you ready to go?" he asked Sinn, giving over some of the control, but not all. "We can walk, I'm not far."
    He felt more of the tension easy away. Sinn nodded. "Yeah, sure. Let's do it."
    "You're positive."
    Sinn glared at him. "I said yes, all right?"
    "But do you want to do it, or are you just...surmounting a challenge so to speak?"
    "What the fuck are you, my shrink or something? What does it matter why? You wanna fuck; I wanna fuck. It's one night for Christ's sake."
    Did that account for how he'd disappeared for almost a year back in 2004? It wasn't until January 2005 that Will's digging via some Internet music sites, that he had uncovered Sinn in an underground band. Fan photos were a goldmine in his search. Apparently it was around that time when he had started using the name Sinn Midnite as far Will had been able to tell. From that point on he'd been easy to track. But there were still those missing months to account for.
    They headed out onto the street, splashing through puddles, turning onto First Avenue, just above Pike's Place. Will needed to know more.
    "Had a rough time of it did you?"
    Sinn shoved his hands deep into his front pockets. "What's it to you? It's got nothing to do with tonight."
    "Are you sure? I don't need some guy going all crazy on me if we get into this. You did bolt on me back there, remember."
    Sinn wouldn't look at him, he kept staring straight ahead, lagging just a step or two behind Will, letting Will take the lead. Will sensed a war going on inside Sinn. He had to wonder who would win in the end.
    "Are you really sure you're up for this?"
    "I told you I was. Quit asking."
    Will spun around on him. The streets were deserted, hardly a car passing by let alone any pedestrians. "What happened? What made you run?"
    "I don't–"
    He didn't get to finish the thought as Will herded him toward the front of the candy store, pressing him up against the glass. It was the only way Sinn understood. The only way Will was going to get the answers he sought.
    "What happened? And don't lie to me. I don't like liars. I want the truth."
    Sinn stared at him for long moments. Rebellious, angry, mulish. Will understood those emotions. And he had a feeling they were emotions that had gotten Sinn into a lot of hot water over the years. As well as intriguing the wrong sort of man. But hunger was there as well. Not so evident as it might have been years ago, but still there. Maybe not for the same things. Maybe this hunger was for something different.
    "For a kid you're real bossy, aren't you?" Sinn finally said.
    Will leaned both hands