Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

desperation, fear...and something else, as Will stared into his widened, dilated gaze.
    "When was the last time you were fucked, Sinn? When was the last time you let any of them have you? When was the last time it was you on your knees to someone?"
    The look in Sinn's eyes was now more a trapped animal, than the wild, unfettered thing Will had first encountered on the dance floor.
    "Fuck you!" Sinn growled the words. Will tightened his grip on the tether.
    "That's not an answer. And it's not going to get my cock up your ass. And that's what you want, isn't Sinn? You want my young prick reaming you like you've never been fucked before. You're so tired of the easy conquests. Tired of the fanboys. You want a man–a young one who can go the distance. One to make you feel again–to make you hungry–to make you beg. I wonder why? Why now? Why me? Do you think I can make you beg, Sinn? Tell me that's what you want, beg me. And maybe I'll give you exactly what you want–exactly what you need. More than your darkest dreams. Beg me."
    So many things were going on in Sinn's expression as he stared up at Will. eyes truly were the mirrors to the soul and right now Sinn's soul was bared totally to Will's view. A struggle was going on inside Sinn. A terrible struggle. And Will waited. He had no doubt what the outcome would be, none at all. It seemed he knew Sinn's heart, his soul, almost as well as his own.
    Will had done his homework before coming here tonight. He'd done it well.
    He leaned in closer to Sinn. "What do you really want?" he whispered against Sinn's ear. Just say it. Admit it. Say the words we both know you want to say."
    Sinn's lips trembled, a contradiction to the tautness of his body. He would fight it, all the way. But inside, the man's needs would leverage the outcome. He wanted Will and there was only one way to have him. They both knew what his answer had to be. Sinn was not going to walk away.
    "Show me how bad you want it. What would you do to get me to kiss you? What would you do to have me fuck you?"
    Slowly he removed his fist from beneath Sinn's jaw, he unwound the thong, let the end drape down Sinn's chest. He stepped away. It was now or never. This was the deciding moment. For a full minute Sinn stared at him, eye-to-eye. Then slowly, oh-so-slowly he dropped to his knees. And Will knew for this round, he'd won.
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    He'd sworn he'd never be in this position again. Never. Not after LA. That vow had lasted all of what? Eight years? Had he forgotten so quickly what bowing to another man could be like. Sinn glanced up at Will. Will most definitely wasn't a 50-year-old jaded record producer. Will was...different. This was nothing like anything Sinn had experienced before. A moment of panic set in. He rocked back on his heels. Will's hand clamped down on his shoulder, steadying him. The touch was warm, and in some ways comforting. It was a demanding touch, but not cruel or biting.
    Will's gaze bored into him. Sinn bore the weight of that hand, Will's energy burrowing into him. Sinn wanted to run. This was out of his league. He couldn't go back to what he'd been in L.A. Some party favor passed around between friends. Treated like nothing more than a hustler looking for his next sugar daddy. A hell of a lot different than the man he was looking up at right now. Had he ever been as self-assured as Will? Not at 25 he wasn't. He'd been too hungry, too willing to accept the starry words of men old enough to be his father–men he'd thought offered sage wisdom on how to get inside the music business.
    At 21, when he'd first left Montana, he'd been as green as the grass he'd had little sight of growing up in the dry prairie land of Eastern Montana. But he'd learned quick. They might be richer than what his stepfather was, but in the end they were just like him. Brutal users to a man.
    Will wasn't them, but Sinn was still on his knees and remembered far too well how that had been back before he'd made a decision that changed everything. Back before he'd become just as jaded as the men he'd been fucked by...and whom he'd sucked...getting nowhere but the next bed, the next back room, the next sordid encounter.
    He shoved Will's hand aside and surged to his feet. "Not doing this," he mumbled as he pushed past Will. He slammed a hand against the back door and strode out into the alley. He needed fresh air and needed it fast. It was raining when he finally made it outside. He gazed up at the sky, then closed his