Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

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ENVIOUS LULLABY
    by Nick Chivers

    Day after day I listen to him play. Mesmerized I watch him strum that guitar, but he remains oblivious to anything outside his music. How can I convince him to focus those talented fingers on me instead?
    ~ Amanda

    genre: contemporary
    tags: musicians/rock stars; sweet no sex; coming out; established couple
    word count: 14,413
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    ENVIOUS LULLABY
    by Nick Chivers
    CHAPTER 1
    "Stop being stupid, Cameron," Morgan yelled in outrage slamming his fist hard on the table making its contents and Cameron jump.
    Lifting his gaze at this outburst, Cameron looked at his husband with hurt in his icy blue eyes. "What do you want me to say?" He asked in a soft, controlled voice that betrayed none of the sadness welling up inside of him.
    "That you want to go on tour," Morgan said standing up from the table making his lean six foot three inch figure loom over Cameron from across the table.
    "I do," Cameron said also standing up. "But this is the last one," he finished before turning to leave the room.
    "Damn it!" Morgan said as he followed Cameron's slight five foot ten inch frame as it glided out of the room and into the hallway gracefully. "Why? Give me one fucking good reason."
    Stopping in the middle of the hallway, Cameron turned and held up his left hand to show the brilliant four karat diamond on his ring finger. "I want this to be the priority. I want a family."
    "There will be time for a family later," Morgan said keeping up with Cameron as he made his way further down the hall and into the large sitting room of the top floor penthouse they lived in together.
    "Really?" Cameron asked raising a sandy blond eye brow at this. "You put off our engagement for five years because you said it wasn't the right time in my career."
    "It wasn't!" Morgan yelled in outrage.
    "That's not fair!" Cameron yelled fighting back the tears as they welled up in his eyes. Running a hand through his hair which he wore longer and swept back, Cameron turned from Morgan. "You keep pushing me to keep going and do better and win more Grammys and sell more records... But I'm tired of it. You always make decisions for us based on my career. So, I'm taking my career out of the equation."
    "No," Morgan said shaking his head. "You don't get to blame me for your success. It's your fault I..."
    "So that's why you keep pushing me?" Cameron asked turning back to face Morgan. "Because you still blame me for that?"
    "No, I don't... I don't blame you," Morgan said placing a hand on his head to scratch at the shortly clipped black hair there.
    "You just did," Cameron said as tears fell from his eyes.
    Shaking his head, Morgan turned and walked out of the penthouse without another word. Watching him go, Cameron sank to the ground as his tears continued to fall. Looking down at the ring weighing heavily on his finger, Cameron thought back to how this all started.
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    I see you in the darkness
    And I just want to hold your hand
    Come on baby and ...
    "Love me," Cameron sang along with the song playing on the radio as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel off its bar. Bouncing around in the spacious room, Cameron toweled off and pulled on his underwear.
    Glancing at the clock next to the sink, Cameron's eyes widened at the time it displayed. "Shit!" he exclaimed as he quickly rubbed some pomade into his short hair and formed it into a messy faux hawk.
    Running into his room, he went straight to his closet and flung open the doors. Stepping into the large walk in, Cameron quickly scanned the rack before grabbing a simple V-neck t-shirt in grey that would make his icy blue eyes pop. Pulling it on, he turned to check his hair in the mirror by the wall before he yanked on the first pair of jeans he grabbed.
    Getting a pair of socks from his dresser and a pair of shoes from