Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

eyes and let the soft, cool rain help to lower his body temperature. He could have cared less that he was getting drenched. He needed something to wake him up. He was old enough to know better. God dammit! What the fuck was he doing?
    And yet, he couldn't get Will out of his head. He couldn't stop the fiery need to be on his knees, to unzip Will's pants and to draw him deep into his mouth, showing him exactly how well he knew how to please a man.
    Fuck!
    He should be past this–long past it. He was the one who played men for a night, then kicked them to the curb, moving on. He was the one who decided. He was the one who did the fucking. Not the other way around.
    Except tonight, for the first time in a long time, he'd felt alive. For the first time in a long time he'd really wanted someone–not just a tight, warm hole to ease his frustrations with. He was not going back in there. Even as he felt some measure of control return to him with that decision, the hand on his shoulder brought those thoughts surging right back to the surface.
    "I didn't mean to scare you," Will said. "That wasn't my intent. I read the situation wrong. I'm sorry."
    Sinn drew in a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. He could lie, or he could tell the truth and face the devil inside himself. He opened his eyes, stared at the brick wall of the building next to the nightclub. The muffled strains of the classic oozed over him. The memory of dancing in Will's arms and feeling the young hard body against his own wouldn't be denied. He again stared up at the sky and rain drenched his face.
    "You didn't read me wrong. Maybe that's the problem. You know your way around a man and his psyche real well, don't you?"
    "Not well enough apparently. I pushed too hard, too fast. It wasn't my intent to freak you out. I just wanted...you."
    Sinn slowly turned to face Will. Will cupped Sinn's jaw. "Do you want me to leave you alone? Shall we just consider it no contest, so to speak?"
    "If I say no? That I want you to stay?"
    Will's hand slipped across Sinn's jawline, and he cupped Sinn's nape. "My way or not at all," he said. "Do you understand what I mean? I play hard, I like to play with someone who can keep up. Do you want this? Can you keep up, Sinn?"
    "No other way, huh?" Sinn asked. A part of him hoping Will would relent, and yet another part of him excited in knowing that he wouldn't. Could Sinn revisit a dynamic he'd broken free of?
    "No," Will said. "All or nothing."
    Could he trust this man–a stranger whom he knew nothing about? This was just for one night. Just one night putting his body, and his trust, into this man's hands. Maybe he needed to do this to set to rest the ghosts of his past. He stared into Will's eyes. Something familiar, something trustworthy in the look, in the touch. Will would have let Sinn walk away if he wanted. He would let Sinn do so now if he chose. But if he stayed, it would have to be on Will's terms.
    "All right," Sinn said, coming to a decision. "I need a change anyway. I've been bored lately. Maybe a night with you can fix that."
    Will didn't smile. If anything his look turned even more intense. He drew Sinn forward until their lips almost touched. "Beg me," he said, his breath puffing across Sinn's lips.
    Sinn could not mistake the command. Nor could he ignore it.
    "Kiss me. Please." He had to taste those lips. More than anything, right now, he wanted to be consumed by this man. He wanted to be made into putty to be shaped by him. Just for tonight, he reminded himself. Just one night.
    "Say it right. I think you know what I mean. I think you know what I want."
    Sinn licked his lips, tasted the rain, enough to wet his parched throat. Yeah, he knew. He knew all too well. "Will, please kiss me. Or do you prefer I call you," his throat locked up again. He swallowed and finally released the words. "Sir, or maybe master? You're right, I've been here before."
    "Not right here," Will said softly. "Not with me. And Will is just fine. For now." And then Will's mouth came down over Sinn's, possessing, not with brutal strength, but a seductive masterful depth that left Sinn breathless.
    Will pulled away before Sinn wanted. He tried to claim more, but Will held him back. He stroked the side of Sinn's face and this time he did smile. "Delicious."
    "Then kiss me again," Sinn invited.
    "Later. Come back to my place and we'll play some more," Will invited.
    "Your place?" Again that small niggling of uncertainly.
    "Not far from here. Down