Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

much of a talker during sex, but the words tumbled from his lips. His brain kicked in just long enough for him to feel a sudden wave of embarrassment at his lack of control; however, the look of pleasure on Len's stunning face was all Ted needed to forget about control and just let go.
    Len slipped one of his fingers into his mouth as he continued to lick his way up and down Ted's cock, then ran it back behind Ted's balls and over the tight ring of muscle there. Ted whimpered as Len pressed just the tip of his finger inside. His balls drew up tight and he gasped, "Oh, shit. I'm going to come."
    Len released him from his mouth and Ted came hard, shooting onto Len's smooth chest. His body shook with orgasm as he tilted his head back, only to feel Len's mouth on his neck.
    "I want to fuck you," Len said. "I've been wanting to do that forever, and I don't think I can stand it a second longer."
    "Please, yes," Ted gasped, eagerly turning himself around to present his ass to Len.
    "This stuff okay?" Len asked, showing Ted the tube of after-shave cream and a condom. Ted had completely forgotten about the cream. That's what he'd come into the bathroom to do—to give Len the cream, right?
    "No. Nothing that'll degrade the latex."
    Shit! He sounded like a complete geek!
    Len didn't seem to care, since the bathroom echoed with his warm chuckle. "'Good enough to eat'?," he murmured seductively by Ted's ear, repeating Ted's words about the shaving oil. "I might try that sometime. But for now...." He spread the cream over his fingers, slid one slippery finger over Ted's hole, then pressed it inside. It had been months since Ted had been with anyone. Len's finger felt so good, he just closed his eyes and sucked on his lower lip.
    "Good?"
    "God, yes." Ted felt a second finger spread him wider, and this time Len brushed Ted's prostate. "Oh, fuck, yes," Ted hissed.
    Len licked at Ted's neck as he worked a third finger in, hitting the sweet spot again and biting Ted's earlobe when he pressed against his fingers. "You ready for me, baby?" Len rumbled in his ear.
    "I was ready for you yesterday," Ted heard himself say, so far gone now that he didn't even blush as he said it.
    When someone has his fingers up your ass, he reasoned in that fuzzy, distant sort of way you think when your body is screaming to be fucked, you don't worry that what you're saying is lame.
    Ted heard the foil of the condom packet being ripped open. A moment later, Len pressed against his ass. Len Golden's big, beautiful cock, pressed against his ass!
    Screw the Oscars, Ted thought, this is a thousand times better!
    Len didn't hesitate. He pushed his cock inside of Ted with one long stroke. Ted looked into the mirror to see that perfect face behind him, reassuring himself that this was real—that this gorgeous man wanted him, Theodore Harold Aaronson. He knew it was a one-time thing, that tomorrow they'd be back to their respective roles as action star and makeup guy, but he didn't care. He'd take this one random instant when both of their paths crossed and he'd remember it for a long, long time to come.
    "You feel so good," Len intoned as he thrust forward again. "So damn good." His hand found one of Ted's nipples and rolled it about, his other hand on Ted's hip to steady himself. In between each movement, Len nipped playfully at Ted's shoulders and back, tasting him. "You don't know how much I've wanted to do this."
    Ted heard the words, but he didn't really believe them. It was nice to hear, though.
    He hissed as Len squeezed his nipples harder, pausing for a split second between movements as if he were making sure that Ted was still enjoying himself. Each time, Len's breath was in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
    "I don't think I can hold back anymore," Len warned. By now, Ted was holding on to the sink for dear life and his cock was rock hard again. "Come with me, baby. Touch yourself."
    Len shuddered as he came. It only took Ted a few strokes and he was coming, too. Both of them were panting, their bodies a sweaty, sticky tangle. Len grabbed Ted around the chest and drew him closer, holding him as his body continued to shake.
    "God, Ted. That was fucking amazing." He turned Ted's head and kissed him on the cheek, his fingers combing Ted's hair, his breath tickling Ted's neck. "So incredible. I can't believe I found—"
    "Len? Len?"
    "Oh, shit. That's Margie." They both froze.
    "Your handler?"
    "Assistant. And an all-around pain in the—"
    "Lenny?