Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

tell Bobby, his best friend, the truth. Sinn was scared, but he couldn't regret leaving that dry little town. No, he couldn't regret that at all. Though he had to say he still mourned Bobby's death which left a vacant spot in his chest.
    Will gripped his arm and guided him down the street toward one of the old manufacturing buildings still standing in this part of town, dragging Sinn back to the here and now.
    "This is your place?" he asked as he gazed up at the faded lettering on the chipped red brick facade.
    "Yeah, well, actually I own the whole building. Got it pretty cheap considering. It's got a great view of the bay. When the clouds lift at any rate." He pulled out a ring of keys and unlocked the door. He glanced back at Sinn. "You sure you're still okay with this?"
    He kept asking, which in and of itself seemed to give Sinn some assurance about the man. His early lovers had never asked, they'd only ever taken. Taken until he was nothing but a dried up husk, more arid than the Montana prairie in the searing heat of a summer drought. Surprisingly, Sinn didn't have a second thought, he needed Will to help him face down his monsters. He needed to feel alive again. He'd been scared of that much feeling on a personal level for far too long. Just looking at Will made him aware on a different level. Maybe it was that odd sense of familiarity he'd felt when he first laid eyes on Will at the bar. Sinn had not trusted anyone for a long time. He didn't know why he trusted this man. And yet...
    There was a surety about the man. He emitted an energy that spoke of concern as well as power. Experience as well as empathy. He was not a hard man; he was not a jaded man. Hadn't Sinn already experienced that? What Sinn didn't know is if it was all just an act to get Sinn where he wanted him. Once inside, once they were alone and there was no place to run, would everything change? Would Will be more like the chameleon and change just as quickly? With Sinn's first lover that's exactly what had happened. But, he'd been a whole lot older than Will, and harder for sure.
    Will stepped inside and Sinn followed him. When Sinn passed Will, Will turned and shut and locked the outside door.
    "Can't have vagrants thinking this is a good place to spend the night off the streets." He checked the locks, then turned to the second door. Then he turned to the left and opened a panel. To Sinn it looked like an alarm system. Oddly modern for this old building. Will punched in the appropriate code and the second set of doors popped open.
    "The first thing I had installed." He opened the second door and waved an arm. "After you," Will said.
    "Lots of security."
    "In this part of town, it pays to take precautions."
    "Yeah, I expect it does."
    They stepped past the doors and into the pitch black interior. Sinn smelled dust and ancient wood; a dull echo met his hearing as his boots scuffed against the old linoleum beneath his feet.
    "Give me a minute while I reset the alarm system," Will said.
    Before he knew it, Sinn heard the door close, an older deadbolt lock set into place, and then the presence of the younger man was behind him. Sinn moved to turn, but Will stopped him from turning around. A warm hand settled on Sinn's neck, stroked across the wet, exposed skin. Will nipped his ear, sending a spasm of arousal coursing through Sinn.
    The entranceway smelled of old wood, topped by the scent of fresh paint. Then Will nipped his neck. He kissed and then sucked; Sinn groaned, his cock thickened as blood roared through him. Will reached around and cupped his balls, kneading through the wet leather. He pressed his hand around Sinn's erection.
    "Unlace your pants," he whispered against Sinn's ear.
    "Here?"
    "Don't make me ask again. Unlace them. Right now."
    Sinn shivered, but he didn't think it was because of the cold and damp atmosphere. No, it surely wasn't. With shaking hands he unlaced the crotch of his pants. He wore no underwear. Will's hand reached for the edges and peeled his pants open. "There now, you've got to breathe. Take your cock out for me. And then put your hands behind your back."
    Sinn did as instructed. Will nipped at his neck again. Then Will's hands were on his prick, his fingers sliding around, then up and down. He released him, then readjusted the leather; readjusted his testicles so they draped over the lower edge of his pants and he felt the bite of the hard hem of fabric digging into his scrotum. He felt exposed in an oddly