Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

the boa and fuck you over the back of the sofa."
    Daren felt his eyes widen in surprise. "Really? You thought I was hot in cargo shorts and a boa?"
    Taylor's hips moved and the friction of their cocks rubbing together nearly unhinged Daren's brain. He moaned and Taylor nipped at the sensitive skin of his throat.
    "You were so hot. I've imagined this body in pretty much everything from the pink feather boa to a school girl outfit to leather to completely fucking naked, just as you are now," Taylor growled. "As long as it's you, I will get off on it."
    "Geez, Taylor. You sure do give a guy ideas," Daren panted, kinky visions of himself in a school girl outfit being spanked by Taylor racing through his head even though he'd never once dressed in drag. Somehow the thought of his hairy legs in a skirt had never struck him as something a lover would find attractive.
    "My idea is this, you and me and whatever the fuck turns us on. Today it might be the fact that we're naked and I'm so fucking happy to be moving in with you. Tomorrow, it might be the feather boa and a thong while you make your famous French toast for me."
    Taylor's words vibrated along Daren's skin as Taylor kissed his way across Daren's chest from one nipple to the other. Daren had just about lost his grasp on rational thinking but he had one more thing to say before he let Taylor's passion carry him away.
    "If I wear the boa and make French toast for you in the morning, it will only be because I love you so damned much, Taylor Sutton-Jones," Daren whispered, his hands coming up to stroke the rough silk of Taylor's dark curls.
    With a twist of his hips that sent his pre-cum slicked cock thrusting against Daren's, Taylor bent his head and spoke against his lover's kiss swollen lips, "It's taken me awhile to get to this place, but nothing will ever make me leave it now that I'm here. I love you too, Daren Brentwood. Always have. Always will."
    For Daren, the meaning of life would never be about being gay although straight people might think that of him because he had always been out and proud. As he watched Taylor reach for the lube and condoms, he could easily see them going to get tested together and eventually foregoing the protection. He could see them living together and making French toast on Sunday mornings with and without the boa. He could see himself sitting night after night in the front row of wherever Taylor might be playing. He could see a sleeping Taylor's head in his lap while he worked on a drawing on his laptop. And he could see them fighting over the last bag of Earl Grey tea when they were both old and gray and barely able to shuffle their arthritic bodies around the house. He could easily see all of those things because for Daren, the meaning of life had almost nothing to do with his sexuality and everything to do with love.
    Taylor had walked into his life, plopped himself down and woven his way into Daren's heart. Every moment they had spent together had entangled and entrenched Taylor more firmly inside that organ and in every aspect of Daren's life. The fact that Daren had done the same thing to Taylor only meant that Stone had been right all long. They were the love of each other's lives. Even if that made them sappy dorks.
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    After six months of hanging around Stone Sutton and being Stone Bradley's some time lover, Westley still hadn't learned to control his damned eyeroll, Daren thought with amusement. And he still looked like a peacock among ravens at a concert.
    Daren glanced around the club at the sea of denim and leather. A few of the band's female fans wore brightly colored clothes but really, it was Wes who stuck out like the techno loving freak he was in the crowd of staid rockers. Not that Stone seemed to mind. When Daren had introduced Wes to Stone, the singer had seemed to be equally attracted and amused by Westley's flamboyance. Daren had known that Wes would hit on Stone and offer himself as a fuck buddy. What he hadn't known was that Stone would be sufficiently amused by Wes that he would keep him hanging around for six months even though Wes flitted between lovers like a bee with a garden full of flowers while Stone stayed monogamous. Daren figured there must be more to the story than either Wes or Stone had told him, but as the ex-lover of both men, he was not about to ask.
    Sipping his beer, Daren looked around the club at the packed tables in the VIP area and the crowds of people standing behind. Everyone was