Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

his and grip it, hard.
    "I, um, I just wanted to…" He trialed off and then sighed. How was he supposed to explain his feelings when even he did not understand them himself? "Look, I'm not a freak or anything like that but when I saw Joshua, I just felt like everything was falling into place. He looked up at me like I was his savior, which I was, but I mean it was more than that. I just needed to make sure he was all right. And then I saw you, practically sprinting to me. You were so terrified but strong and determined. I had never seen anyone look at someone with such emotion. I could not get either of you out of my mind for the last couple days."
    Michael watched Jace's mouth move with each word that came out. Oh man, he wanted that mouth wrapped around his cock. Michael could feel his blood boiling. His skin had goose bumps. His brain had short-circuited and he lost track of what Jace was saying. Michael knew he had a hard-on. He knew it was problem that was very noticeable. At that moment though, he did not care if Jace noticed. Michael's breathing was starting to get heavy. Oh God, he felt like he going to combust.
    Jace knew Michael wasn't listening to him by the time he finished talking. His grey eyes were pinned to his mouth and when he licked his lips, Michael's eyes dilated.
    Oh…
    A quick glance to his left hand showed he was not, in fact, married. Another quick glance down showed Michael was so very well endowed. Jace wondered what it would be like to have all that inside of him. He moaned quietly and took a step closer. He could feel the heat radiating from Michael's body. He wanted so badly to just throw him down and take him, hard, but this was neither the time nor the place. The air was so electrically charged between them that both men were panting. Eyes were dilated. Fists were clenched. When these two men came together, it would be one helluva night to remember. Neither man would be the same.
    "Daddy!" Josh's young voice burst the bubble that Michael and Jace were trapped in. They took a huge step back from each other and took a few deep breaths.
    "Wow." Jace said after a moment.
    "Be right there, Joshua."
    Michael shook his head to clear it of the lust that clouded it.
    "Listen, I have to get going, but maybe you could stop by the hotel sometime. Josh would love to see you again. We're staying at the Sheraton by the airport for now. Room 319." I would love to see you too, preferably naked and spread under me , Michael thought.
    Jace smiled and nodded his head.
    "Sure, maybe I'll stop by." He held his hand out for Michael to shake, and when their skin touched, they both gasped. Neither of them could deny the attraction, nor did either of them understand it.
    "See you around, Michael."
    Michael turned and watched Jace's tight ass in those jeans until he couldn't see him anymore. He took a few deep breaths, shook his head and went to take care of his son.
    ****
    Jace could not figure out how a simple handshake could leave him hard and wanting. He got in his jeep and gunned it home. The minute he walked to his studio apartment he stripped his clothes and made his way to the bathroom. The water was barely warm before got in, soaped up and had his hand wrapped around his cock. He braced an arm on the tiles above his head and closed his eyes. Images of Michael's strong, naked body flashed before his eyes. Fuck, he wanted him more than he wanted anything in his life. His hand stroked his cock, moving up and down, with a little twist of the wrist at the tip. He was going to come nice and hard. He pictured Michael's lips wrapped around him, and after a few more strokes, Jace came all over the shower wall. His hair was plastered to his forehead and his breathing was erratic. Shit, he'd never come like that before. Jace spent a few more minutes in the shower before getting out and drying off with a towel from the closet in the bathroom.
    Jace could not deny the attraction he felt to Michael. Even when the man ran up to him, looking like death, he still felt a yearning for him.
    Pathetic.
    Jace has promised himself that he wouldn't be so gung-ho about shit like this. But this was different. This wasn't just lust. He actually wanted more. So much more. And that little boy. Jace shook his head as he grabbed a pair of sleep pants, pulled them on, sans underwear, and headed to his kitchen for a beer and a sandwich.
    Thoughts about the last time Jace got involved with a man slipped into his head. He shuddered and