Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

more?" Sinn asked. "I don't know what I'm capable of. I'm not that kid from Reverie anymore."
    Will swiveled around. "You're the rock star. Do you need a different guy in your bed every night? Is that what helps you keep your edge on stage?" He swung an arm out and pointed. "Like some smorgasbord of boys, I'll take that one tonight? Am I just the flavor of last night?"
    Sinn heard the anger in his voice, saw it in his stance.
    "What is it you want from me? I haven't got a fucking clue if I've got staying power. I haven't trusted anyone–not since Bobby. Not before, not after. I don't know if I can." Sinn climbed off the bed. "I want what you're offering. I want this to be more than just one night. I don't know if I can follow through with that sort of...commitment. Sometimes the music–it does things to me."
    "Do they satisfy you? Can any one of those boys give you a taste of what you had with me last night?"
    To be honest, none of them had ever come close. Sinn wanted every night to be like last night. But could it be considering the life he led? Or that Will led for that matter?
    "You and I are different." Even Sinn knew that was a lame excuse.
    "Are we so different?" Will asked. "We both have careers that take us all over the world. We meet a lot of different people. You think I can't find a warm bed any corner of the world I go to? But I don't accept every invitation. I don't accept half. I don't need them." He stepped toward Sinn. "And I don't really want any of them—except for you. I'm not a hanger-on, Sinn. I don't accept second place." He straightened. "You tasted what I can offer, now you have to decide–but for me, it's all or nothing. It has to be."
    "You play or you wouldn't have this place. Are you going to give it all up for a worn-out rocker eight years older than you?"
    "Is that what you're afraid of? That I'm too young for you? That eventually I'll walk out on you once you start using a walker?"
    And there it was, exactly what he was afraid of. Last night he'd given all his power over to Will and enjoyed every moment of it. But could he give his heart in the same way, trusting that Will would have a care for it. He knew he'd never be able to survive being ripped and savaged like he'd been in LA. Did he dare reach for what Will offered?
    "Fuck you." he said. "Where the hell are my clothes?"
    Will strode across the room and picked up the folded clothes he'd taken care of earlier while Sinn slept. He turned around and held them out to Sinn. "Yours," he said.
    Sinn stared at the folded pile, then back at Will. "If you left me the way Bobby did–walked out of my life. If I gave you–what you wanted and you kicked me to the curb because you found out I wasn't what you thought I was. I'm not staying around to find out. I can't give you what you want."
    "You do realize I'd be doing the same." Will licked his lips. "In my world–the one I've chosen to live in–there's negotiation. If you–if you wanted to bring someone else–home–on occasion. We could talk about it."
    Sinn felt a shock course through him at Will's offer. "You'd do that?"
    "If you were honest. I'll admit, I don't share well. I don't want to share you. But if that's what it takes, I guess I'd be willing to make accommodation for your needs–for your lifestyle."
    "Why?"
    "Davy–Sinn, I've been in love with you my whole life. My whole life. If there's no chance for us, then do me a favor, and get dressed and just leave. I'll find a way to get over it. But if there's a chance–any chance that we can make a go of it, even with our different lifestyles, I'm willing to put my heart out on the line because I care that much."
    Sinn was humbled. Will wasn't talking about sex–an encounter that simply took the edge off a rough day, something that cut the stress. He was talking about something real. Something that went far deeper. It was something that Sinn had caught glimpses of for other people, two of the guys in the band were married, but he'd never thought it could ever apply to him. Could they make it work?
    "How do we do this?"
    Will set the clothes aside. "We could try starting in that bed behind you."
    "With handcuffs or without?"
    Will cocked an eyebrow. "Without. For now. It's as good a place as any to seal a deal."
    Sinn grinned. "Yeah, it is." Will Keyser was obviously a patient man, Sinn had to wonder if some of that would grow on him. But maybe not just at the moment. Will came to him and took him in his arms. Then to