Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

tops off. The man of his dreams was in his house, had freely admitted to playing his favorite video game, and was more-or-less telling him he wanted to date. Charlie would have pinched himself, but even if he was dreaming, it wasn't something he wanted to wake from.
    When he returned to the living room, Charlie found Niko lounging comfortably on the couch, his legs sprawled out in front of him casually. He looked good. He looked like he belonged there.
    "Here you go," Charlie said, handing Niko a bottle as he sat next to him.
    They drank in silence for a few moments, sipping in between sneaking glances at one another. Charlie chewed at his bottom lip and tried to think of something to say. He was on the verge of giving up on trying to talk and just jumping Niko when Niko finally spoke.
    "So, I never got a chance to thank you for what you did."
    "What I did?" Charlie asked, his mind still focused on how best to enact his plan for pouncing.
    "With the gunman, and keeping me from bleeding to death and all?"
    "Oh! Yeah, that."
    Niko smiled. "Yeah, 'that'. I just wanted to say thank you, so…."
    He trailed off and leaned forward, pressing his lips against Charlie's in a kiss that was just a bit too wet to be considered chaste. Niko pulled back much sooner than Charlie would have liked and smiled again.
    "Thank you," he said softly.
    "No, thank you," Charlie replied as he pounced, swinging his leg over Niko's lap to straddle him and pull him into another kiss.
    "For what?" Niko gasped as Charlie moved to suck kisses along the line of his jaw.
    "For trying to save me? For taking a bullet for me? For finding me? For giving me an excuse to jump you? Take your pick."
    Whatever Niko's reply might have been, it was quickly swallowed by a soft moan as Charlie sucked at his neck. He scooted closer until their hips were aligned and then pressed himself down, shamelessly grinding his trapped erection against Niko's.
    "Fuck, I want you," Charlie moaned.
    "Now?"
    Charlie pulled back and rested his forehead against Niko's, his hips still thrusting lightly. "Unless you have any objections, yes, now."
    "No objections, just… isn't it a little too soon?" Niko was so incredibly earnest when he said it, Charlie had to fight not to kiss him again.
    "I don't think so. You saved my life, there was flirting and bonding and talk of marriage. I touched your gun," Charlie said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively and trying not to feel too self-conscious about Niko's uncertainty. "It feels right to me. But… I mean, I'm fine with waiting, either way. There's no rush, honestly."
    Charlie fought not to babble as he blushed and started to slide off of Niko's lap. Despite how much Charlie wanted him, he was more than willing to take it slow if that's what Niko wanted. Fortunately, he didn't get very far before Niko was pulling him back, the worried look on his face replaced by a ridiculously sexy grin.
    "Those are very good points," Niko said, practically purring as Charlie settled back into his lap.
    "I thought so," Charlie replied with a grin.
    "I don't really want to wait. I just wanted to make sure this is what you want."
    The look in Niko's eyes—sincere and burning with lust—had Charlie stifling a groan. "Trust me. I want."
    Niko smiled and his hands slid down Charlie's back to his ass, pulling him even closer. He winced slightly as he tried to shift under Charlie's weight.
    Charlie tutted and shook his head. "Uh-uh, you just sit back and let me do all the work. We wouldn't want you to exacerbate that injury."
    With that, Charlie slid gently to the floor between Niko's legs. His hands slipped up Niko's thighs to the button on his jeans. Their eyes held as Charlie popped it open, drew the zipper down, and hooked his fingers into Niko's belt loops.
    "Lift up for me," Charlie murmured, sliding Niko's jeans and boxer-briefs down over his hips when he complied.
    Charlie moaned softly as Niko's cock slapped lightly against his abdomen, heavy and thick. Unable to help himself, he leaned forward and sucked the head into his mouth. He took as much as he could and wrapped a hand around the length that wouldn't fit, stroking in time with the rhythmic bobbing of his head. The tight stretch of his lips around Niko's thickness made Charlie's cock throb and he had to press the heel of his free hand against it in a futile effort to relieve some of the aching pressure.
    Tiny sounds of pleasure rose in Charlie's throat as Niko gasped and arched beneath him.