Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

rattier than this one, with a friend he'd known since high school. No sparks, but they got each other off now and then if the mood struck. Part way through watching a completely forgettable movie, a few beers inside them, it'd, well, tapped them on the shoulder at least.
    Pete had come first with a grunt and a sigh and Zach had closed his eyes and pretended the hand working his dick was Jack's, shocked at how fast his climax ripped through him once the fantasy clicked into place.
    "Two weeks?" Taylor gave a hollow chuckle. "Try a month for me."
    The dates lined up with Taylor's trip home, which seemed to imply Taylor had something going on here in town. Zach started to ask if Taylor was seeing someone -- he didn't cheat and he didn't share -- but Taylor pushed his hand down the back of Zach's trousers and his nails scraped and dug in just hard enough to feel good.
    No, to feel great.
    Zach threw back his head, wanting more like his lungs wanted air. "Shit, yeah. Let me get out of them--"
    "No rush," Taylor murmured against Zach's neck. His teeth caught Zach's earlobe, tugging gently, then sucking on the small piece of flesh. It sent a fierce shudder through Zach, goose bumps breaking out down that side of his body, a sensation weird enough to distract him from the question he'd been about to ask.
    Outside, it was close to dark and the yard was quiet. Jack's office was on the second floor, not overlooked, and there was no way anyone could see in. Zach relaxed and stopped worrying. They wouldn't get caught, Taylor wouldn't tell Ja--anyone, and they'd already gone far enough that if Taylor was seeing someone, he was officially cheating, so why not finish what they'd started?
    Deep down, part of him was looking stern and saying stuff about karma and standards and guilt, but Zach was too lost to lust and frustration to listen. For all that he fooled around from time to time, he lived a pretty blameless life. No drugs, no smoking, and a hangover no more than once a month, if that...they'd be fitting him for a halo soon. He was too young to be an angel. Time to turn his wings ink-black and red. Time to be a bad boy...
    "Want to be a bad boy," he said and grinned at the startled look he got. "What? You don't like that idea? Don't want to do something wild with me?"
    "Not complaining, as such." Taylor frowned, something wary in his eyes. "Listen, honey, before we go too far with this--"
    The door swung open, a cool draft reaching Zach's bare skin. He jerked around, willing it to be just a case of Taylor not closing it properly.
    "I'd say you've gone plenty far enough already, both of you."
    Jack Brandon was back early.
    Karma really was quick off the mark.
    "I can explain--" Zach paused. Why did people always say the most obvious things in a crisis? Like, 'Are you okay?' or 'Where am I?'. Couldn't he come up with anything better than a lame line like that?
    Apparently not, and even if he could, he wasn't going to get a chance to say it. Taylor wriggled out from under him and got to his feet.
    "Jack. It's been too long."
    "It has if you mistook me for the kid just because he was in my office."
    Taylor gave Jack an exasperated look as Zach fumbled to fasten his shirt. He felt light-headed from shock and disgust at himself for being so fucking easy. He'd ruined everything . Shit.
    "You know damn well there's no forgetting you, Jack. Come here and give me a hug, for fuck's sake."
    "Should put you over my fucking knee and give you the spanking your momma forgot."
    The gap between them was closing now and Zach watched from his seat on the couch with dull despair as Taylor gave Jack a sweet, dirty grin, flirting with him shamelessly. "Well now, that's never a bad idea, but I'll take the hug first."
    "C'mere," Jack said and beckoned Taylor to him with a crooked finger.
    Taylor all but disappeared in the hug, his head level with Jack's broad shoulders as he hung on tightly. Jack's hands moved over Taylor's back, long, slow sweeps -- then one hand went to grab a handful of blond hair and the other landed with a loud slap on Taylor's ass.
    "You'll get the rest later," Jack told him and shook Taylor loose before turning his gaze on Zach. "Zachary."
    "Yessir."
    "I told you not to call me that."
    Zach was starting to get a glimmer why. No, make that a bone-deep certainty. His body couldn't get in sync with his brain. He was terrified, turned on, curious, depressed -- it was enough of a cocktail to make his guts churn. Throwing up was a