Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

Daren lay in his bed and listened to the sound of Taylor in the bathroom, putting away his toiletries. They'd gone by his apartment after they left the Grinder and he'd packed up some of his things to bring to Daren's house. Eventually, they'd get all his stuff moved in. He'd given his landlord notice that afternoon when the two of them stood in his apartment and realized they didn't want to be apart any more. Daren had to admit that skipping the whole dating thing had been a big plus although he wouldn't recommend replacing it with five years of heartache.
    The lights clicked off and the bed bounced as Taylor enthusiastically jumped in, tugging the covers up to his waist and leaning over Daren to press a kiss to his lips. Taylor tasted of peppermint and excitement, the irresistible combination going straight to Daren's cock with a zing of arousal.
    "I still can't get over how happy you are to be gay," he joked as his palms skated down Taylor's muscular back.
    "Dare, I'm almost thirty years old. I've been having sex since I was sixteen. That means I've spent nearly fourteen years in the closet and only managed to crack open the door and sneak out a handful of times." Taylor stared down at him, amusement mixed with a shadow of misery in his dark gold eyes. "You have no idea how happy I am to be out. The sense of freedom is enlightening. I wonder now how I survived all those years denying my sexuality, denying myself real pleasure."
    He kissed Daren again, slower this time, deeper, with a wealth of love driving it. His hands cupped Daren's head as he whispered, "Denying myself love."
    Daren's heart melted. He knew he was becoming a total sappy, lovestruck, moony-eyed dork, but no one got to him quite like Taylor did. The man could tap into his emotions like no one else. Daren had seen it over the years when Taylor wrote music. A trickle of an idea became an unstoppable surge. In an instant, Taylor would be bubbling over, music flowing out of him and into the guitar and onto paper with notes and words that became love songs that tore at Daren's heartstrings. He'd never known anyone who could write love songs as poignant as Taylor's. All that energy, the creative force he used for music, now seemed to be focused on Daren as Taylor's emotions spilled over, raw and unconstrained for the first time in his life, which, of course, turned Daren into a sappy dork who melted at his words of love.
    "Can we really make this work?" he asked, not because he had doubts but because he knew they needed to take off the rose colored glasses at least some of the time. Life could be a bitch and she sometimes didn't care if people loved each other.
    "I think so. I'm certainly willing to put everything I am into it," Taylor replied. "I'm not stupid enough to think that everything is all roses now that we've had sex and admitted we love each other. I have to deal with my dad and that won't be easy. I've never liked disappointing him, but I can't live life under his terms any longer. I look at my age on my driver's license and I wonder where the fuck my life went. Then I realize I spent it pleasing my father. And that made me miserable. I want to spend the rest of my life being happy and that means I want to spend it with you as my partner."
    Daren held Taylor tightly, his arms hard around the body he worshipped. "Other things besides your dad will be difficult." He wished he didn't have to say that to Taylor, but he had to be honest. It wasn't always easy being gay.
    A wry expression settled on Taylor's handsome face. "Like when the press takes a photo of me wearing a rainbow t-shirt with you in a feather boa in my arms at a Pride parade and splashes it across the tabloids with the headline that Gavin Jones's son is a flamer?"
    Daren rolled his eyes, channeling Westley's flamboyant demeanor. "Darling, I'm the flamer not you."
    Taylor burst into laughter. "You are so not a flamer, Dare. I actually thought you were straight when I first met you."
    "Then I opened my mouth and you realized I was a cock sucker, right?" Daren batted his lashes playfully at his lover. "What did you think of that?"
    Taylor ground his hips against Daren's, his knees pressing Daren's apart so he could slide their dicks together. "I instantly wanted you to suck my cock. I fantasized about the two of us constantly. That time you actually did wear a pink feather boa to a Pride parade, when you came into the Grinder afterward, I wanted to rip all your clothes off except