Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

this?"
    He had to do more than nod this time. "Yes," he heard himself say, though his voice rasped like sandpaper. "Sure. I'm sure."
    This time, Jude replied with a nod. He half-stood, hunched in deference to the roof of the cab, and stepped neatly over to the passenger side to kneel between Ethan's legs. There was a surprising amount of room there. Jude lifted an arm and reached out slowly, leaning forward by degrees until his fingertips were just a whisper away. He hesitated, and then wrapped his hand around the base of Ethan's cock.
    Ethan gasped as liquid heat pooled in his groin. His heart raced, and when Jude looked up at him with the smallest suggestion of a smile, he was afraid he'd come right then.
    Jude moved toward him, and then his mouth was on his cock—sucking the head, sliding down an inch or so along the shaft and back up slowly, his tongue pressed against the sensitive vein on the underside. Ethan's breath caught. He hadn't expected the silky smooth heat, every bit as fine and soft as a woman's mouth.
    But the pressure. Oh God...Jude slid lower, sucked hard, and Ethan gasped as his fingers clutched the edge of the seat. Up again, teeth scraping lightly against his slicked skin as the hand started pumping, and a delicious shiver of sensation shot through him.
    It wasn't long before he stopped thinking altogether.
    Jude eased into him, taking more and more in his mouth every time, until he was hitting the base. Somehow he kept up that incredible pressure, even with Ethan's cock jammed down his throat—and the steadying hand slipped down to caress his balls.
    Ethan plunged his fingers through the damp silk of Jude's hair, urging him on, lifting himself into the strokes. His moans grew breathless, and a nearly unbearable heaviness coiled in his groin. Christ, he was going to come hard enough to take Jude's head off. He wanted to warn the man, but his attempt at speech emerged a tangled sound of pleasure and anticipation.
    In response, Jude sucked harder and let out a low groan. The vibration against his cock pushed him over the edge. He threw his head back with a hoarse cry, in the grip of the most intense orgasm of his life. Hot cum pumped from him in a stream that felt endless.
    And Jude held his cock firmly in his mouth the whole time. Swallowed every drop.
    Finally, his body relaxed. He looked down, realized he was still cradling Jude's head against him. Reluctantly, he disentangled his fingers. Jude eased back gradually, and a single gasp tore itself from Ethan's throat as his cock slipped from Jude's lips.
    Silence flowed in around them. Jude remained motionless, his gaze cast down, and Ethan willed him to say something. Anything at all. He had no idea what he should say, and he didn't want to ruin this moment with something stupid.
    At once, Jude shuddered visibly. "I'll move. You probably don't want me touching you."
    "What? No. I mean, yes, I do—well, damn." Ethan tugged his underwear and jeans back into place, but didn't bother to fasten them. "You were right," he said.
    Jude snorted. "About what?"
    "You're better than a woman."
    "Thanks." He still wouldn't look up.
    Ethan reached out and tipped Jude's face toward him. The man didn't resist. "Listen," he said. "No regrets, okay? We're still friends."
    Jude offered a slow nod. "Friends," he repeated.
    "Drunk, tired friends. So let's get some sleep."
    "Sure."
    The impulse that flooded Ethan was even worse than goading Jude into giving him a blowjob. But he couldn't bear the defeated look in Jude's eyes. "Come here," he said, patting the seat beside him. "Please."
    After a moment's hesitation, Jude shifted and maneuvered himself onto the seat. Ethan put an arm around his shoulders and drew him close. At first Jude stiffened, but then he relaxed against him.
    "No regrets," Ethan whispered, settling a palm against Jude's chest.
    It only took a minute or two for exhaustion to claim him, with Jude's warm weight cradled at his side. And his last thought was that he'd lied to himself—because while he wouldn't regret the sexual aspect, this casual gesture of affection would tear him apart in the morning.
    He could never have Jude the way he wanted him.
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    Jude blinked himself awake against streaming sunlight and experienced a moment of pleasant unawareness before reality crashed down. He'd wrecked his truck in the middle of nowhere, then he'd gotten drunk and made things worse.
    Ethan was still asleep, still holding him like he mattered. He