Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

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    It didn't feel like bullying when he did it. More like showing respect.
    "Good boy," Jack said. "Both of you."
    There was a moment when no one said anything or moved, a brief space of utter stillness, then Jack patted Taylor's shoulder. "I'll put some arnica on your ass later and take the bruising down. You're coming back to my place tonight."
    "Yes, Jack." Taylor sounded drowsy. His hand slipped out of Zach's as Jack eased him off his lap and onto the couch, where he lay on his side. His cock was half-hard, his skin flushed and damp, and there was a contented, if chastened look about him.
    "Get him a bottle of juice from the fridge," Jack said. "Don't get off your knees."
    That told him that whatever this was, it wasn't over. Not yet.
    The mini-fridge in the corner of the office was stocked with small bottles of orange juice, water, and a few cans of soda. Zach got out the juice, then found himself faced with the difficulty of crawling with something in his hand. It wasn't impossible and he wasn't prepared to carry the bottle in his mouth -- too heavy -- but it did make his return journey slower.
    Jack took the bottle from him, opened it, and held it to Taylor's mouth, steadying it as Taylor drank. Taylor didn't use his hands, Zach noticed, just took the juice at the speed Jack dictated, sipping at it until half of it was gone.
    Jack recapped the bottle and set it on the floor.
    Zach got back on his knees and put his hands behind him. His knees and shoulders were aching, but not in a bad way, more a constant reminder of what he was doing. "So what happens now?"
    Jack raised his eyebrows. "You remember that you're not supposed to talk?"
    "Don't say 'sorry' again," Taylor added, his eyes brighter now, his natural sparkle returning. Zach got the feeling that Taylor didn't stay subdued for long. "That just irritates him."
    Zach ducked his head, abashed. Shit. He wanted to do this right, to be so goddamn good that they'd want to do this with him again. He didn't feel as if he was making much of an impression on them so far.
    Jack ran his hand, the one he'd used to spank Taylor, across Taylor's cock. It firmed up, filling and rising rapidly. Zach's erection had never gone away. Release was starting to feel like a distant dream, unrelenting arousal a fact of life. "To answer your question, this is what happens next."
    "God, your hand's so hot," Taylor said.
    "Yeah, I'm feeling that spanking too," Jack admitted, his hand working Taylor slowly. He glanced over at Zach. "Want to kiss and make up with him, boy? Put your mouth where my hand is?"
    Okay, that was a question, so he could answer. "I'll kiss him anywhere you tell me to, and God, yes, I'd love to blow him, but--"
    "Yes?" Jack prompted.
    "You haven't touched me. I need -- please --" God, why was this so hard to ask for without sounding pathetic? "Kiss me?" he blurted out, making sure it came over as a request, not a demand.
    "That's what you want? A kiss?"
    "It's part of it," Zach said.
    "So what's the rest?"
    "I want to get off." Zach gave his dick a rueful look. It was darkly flushed, the foreskin long since peeled back to expose the crown, slicked and shining with precome. It was so rigid, if he tapped it, he thought it'd twang like a tuning fork. "Feels like I've been hard for days."
    "Get used to it if you stick around," Taylor said. He was curled around Jack like a cat now, his head resting on Jack's knee. "He once kept me naked for a weekend, with my cock in a cage. Wouldn't let me come until Monday morning."
    "Which means you weren't naked," Jack pointed out with a reminiscent smile. "God, that was a fun weekend. Love you when you're desperate. You get so...inventive."
    "Pure hell," Taylor said. "When can we do it again?"
    Jack chuckled and gave Taylor's nipple a pinch, making Zach's nipple tingle as if he'd been the one touched. "Soon, maybe." He turned his attention to Zach. "Suppose I made you choose? A kiss or getting to come? Which one?"
    "Is it a trick question or a test?" Zach asked, caution stopping him from snapping out an answer.
    "Nope. Just curious what you want the most. There's no right or wrong choice."
    Zach grinned, elation filling him at the prospect of finding out what Jack's lips would feel like on his. "Suppose I come from being kissed?"
    "I wouldn't if I were you," Taylor said with an answering grin. "Seriously," he added. "Not a good idea."
    Zach shrugged. "I'll take the kiss then."
    "Why?" Jack leaned forward. "You think it's