Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

like a child anticipating Christmas, Scott didn't want to get his hopes up.
    Devon shrugged. "Wouldn't want to date myself, would I? Differences are what make people unique. I'm sure there's a lot of things you think are really strange about me."
    Scott narrowed his eyes at Devon. "Stranger than making the same list week after week and knowing exactly how many times you've made love with your boyfriend. I mean, had sex—"
    "Way weirder and I like the boyfriend thing, too."
    "Great. It only makes it sound like we're in fourth grade not second."
    "See," Devon said, rubbing his knuckles over the top of Scott's head—a sixth grade noogie perhaps? "That there, what you just did. That sarcastic humor thing. I dig that. It's uniquely you. I'm not so into the beating yourself up but we can work on that."
    "Name one thing."
    "Huh?" Devon narrowed his eyes.
    "That makes you weird."
    "Sexual or non?"
    "Devon."
    Devon forced out a long sigh. "I still have my dead cat's collar in my sock drawer at home."
    "That's not weird." That was freaking adorable.
    "She died when I was ten, Scott."
    Scott finally managed to pull himself up, sitting cross-legged as he faced Devon. "Aww. That's so sweet."
    "And a little weird."
    "Yeah, maybe, but definitely more sweet than weird. What was her name?"
    Devon's words were more muttered than spoken. "Smoky… Grey-Grey." Was that a tinge of red in Devon's cocky cheeks?
    "What?"
    Devon blew out a breath before averting his gaze. "I called her Smoky Grey-Grey."
    Scott wanted to dance with delight. "God, if my grandmother were here she'd just wanna pinch your cheeks so hard."
    "Which ones?"
    "You're impossible." Scott was amazed at Devon's propensity to turn a simple statement involving a wrinkly old woman into a sexual innuendo—amazed.
    "That mean you don't want me to go down on you?"
    "Christ, no." He was sure Devon was trying to stop his heart but how could he not play along? "On your knees and pay your penance for impossibility."
    "Yes, Father."
    "Oh no. Don't go there... but that spot... oh Hallelujah! Yes, that one's a keeper."
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    The beginning of the end came ironically on one of those lazy Sundays they both loved so much. It was after their fourth month together . They'd had a particularly late Saturday night, but unfortunately not for any kinky or untoward reasons. Scott had waited patiently for Devon to show up; midnight turned to one o'clock then eventually turned to two. He hadn't even known if Devon was coming over, but Devon hadn't missed a Saturday in three weeks, so Scott had unwittingly developed a pattern of waiting up for him.
    Devon had finally arrived a little after two and he'd been drunk as a skunk at a bring-your-own-stink party. The poor man had apologized up one side of Scott and down the other, promising to make amends for the injustice he'd done. Scott thought he was cuter than hell but let him grovel a little before tugging the clothes from his body and shoving him in the shower.
    He hadn't even tried to cop a feel when Devon's guilty, goofy grins turned to half-closed eyes and an almost boneless wet body. Scott had managed to wrangle Devon from the bathroom, tucking him still-damp under the clean sheets and promising to come right back after he turned off the lights in the living room. Devon had tried hard to look sexy as his head continued to loll and a little drool slipped from the corner of his forced smile.
    When Scott came back Devon was already out like a light, but managed to maul Scott into a suitable sleeping position when Scott crawled in beside him. Scott had gone to sleep feeling satisfied, complete with the terrifying knowledge that he was completely in love with Devon.
    He was awoken only a few hours later by a strong hand wrapped around his cock and Devon's beer-laden breath brushing over his lips. Scott pushed him away, checking to see if Devon was indeed awake before shoving him to his back and straddling his body. He was horny as hell, and going by the hardness pressing against his cock, Devon was ready, willing, and able.
    Devon grabbed for his dick again, but Scott batted his hand way, circling his fingers around Devon's wrist and hoisting Devon's right arm above his head. He kneed Devon's legs apart, and then situated himself between them, pressing down on top of Devon, their groins flush and bodies already squirming with desire. Devon groaned and lifted his head to capture Scott's mouth and Scott obliged with a hard crush of his lips,