Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

when you got older. Half the time we hardly knew you were there."
    "I know. I always envied how close you and Bobby were."
    "He was my brother in every sense but blood," Sinn said. "Maybe if I'd stayed in Reverie–"
    "It likely wouldn't have changed anything. Bobby had one road to follow, you had another. He knew that. And I think deep down you knew it, too."
    "And what about you?" Sinn asked. He couldn't help wondering how their roads had crossed, bringing them both to this spot.
    "I've done what I should. I've built myself a career. I love what I do."
    "You love bringing men down here and playing your games?" Something odd was taking place inside Sinn at the thought of all those other nameless men. Slowly he sat up and eased from within Will's embrace. He turned to face him.
    Again, there was that sense of clarity. The expression in Will's eyes turned guarded. He shrugged. "We all have needs. I'd say mine have been safer than yours."
    Well, Sinn couldn't fault him on that observation. Sinn had been lucky, that's the best he could say of that. Will leaned in. "Do you really want to question how we got here? Right now? Isn't it enough that we are here?"
    "You're playing me. You're the dangerous type. Too deep." Sinn narrowed his gaze as he studied Will. "Even saying we sort of grew up together and you know that part about me. You knowing about L.A., that's something different."
    "You wrote to Bobby about it."
    "You know more than I wrote to Bobby about. Bobby never knew I was gay. You've known from the start."
    "Maybe."
    "You stalked me here. You made this happen." He couldn't be certain how he felt about that. Knowing that Will had dug into every corner of his life to ferret out his vulnerabilities.
    Will straightened away. "You can, and you could, leave at any time. I'm not forcing you to stay."
    That much was true.
    "And if I say I want to leave right now?"
    Emotions flitted across Will's face. Sinn couldn't quite decipher them. Maybe he wasn't certain he wanted to.
    "Do you want to leave, Sinn?"
    It was a moment of decision. A decision that rested in Sinn's hands. Any other of the nameless fanboys he'd fucked, and there wouldn't have been a second thought about it. Fuck and see you. Forgotten quickly.
    He stared at Will–handsome, young–maybe too young in some ways, and yet, matured beyond his years. Sinn had at some level known that the young kid, Billy, had hero-worshiped Bobby and Sinn. Had all of that led to this?
    "I'm nobody's hero," Sinn finally said.
    Will smiled. "That was a long time ago. I'm nobody's kid brother today. I didn't tell you who I was because I didn't want you to see that kid."
    "Apparently it worked. That isn't who I see."
    "Good. Does that mean you still want to go? It's early yet."
    Sinn chuckled. "Early. I don't even know what time it is or how long I've been here."
    "Does it matter so much?"
    Sinn decided it didn't. And he didn't want to leave. He needed to examine how he felt more closely, but not tonight. Sinn shook his head. "No it doesn't matter. No, I don't want to leave. No, I don't see that kid back in Reverie."
    Will slowly rose to his feet in one fluid motion. He walked into the bathroom to dispense with the used condom. Then he returned to Sinn. He towered over him and then slowly began to strip. He pulled the shirt over his head. He held out a booted foot to Sinn. "Can you pull it off? Or are you still feeling a tad weak?"
    "Fuck you," Sinn said. A challenge if Sinn had ever heard one. He grabbed the boot and yanked while Will anchored himself against the horse. And then he did the same with the other one. Will rolled down the black socks, balled them up and tossed them to the side. Then Will shoved his leather pants down over his hips to linger around his thighs. Again, he held out a leg.
    "Pull," he said.
    Sinn pulled first one leg, then the other. Will stood in front of him naked. Sinn couldn't help noticing how sleek and well-muscled his body was. He held out a hand to Sinn. "Let's shower, but we'll use my bathroom this time."
    "Is it better than this one?" Sinn asked as he got to his feet. He wavered a little, and then steadied himself.
    "Oh, yeah, a lot nicer. A lot more to play with."
    "No more enemas," Sinn couldn't help saying.
    Will chuckled. "Nope. Done with those...for tonight."
    Now Sinn was intrigued and already starting to feel revived from the last "game." He was definitely up for the next round.
    CHAPTER 10
    The scene had been exhausting, both