Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

Ben.
    "Hopefully." It was how the two of them had met. Tyler had intense memories of that first day they saw each other, of casting surreptitious peeks at the man with the blond hair and the magnificent ass. Their relationship may have started as a clandestine hook-up, but it had become an awful lot more.
    Tyler gently spun Ben around and backed him up against the tiled wall, devouring his mouth. Ben's hand slipped between them, curling around both of their cocks, stroking them slowly. Already half- hard, the slide of hot skin on skin filled his prick and he groaned into Ben's mouth. Tyler closed his own hand around Ben's and increased the speed. It only took a few more minutes before they were both splattering cum up their bellies.
    "Mmm, definitely a good way to start the morning," whispered Ben.
    ****
    Watching Tyler dress, Ben admired the raven dark hair and olive skin. Who knew Slavic genes came in such a beautiful package. Ben cast a lustful glance at the hard ropy muscles of his lover. Ben was no slouch. He hit the gym twice a week and biked twelve to fifteen miles most weekends, but he was never going to have the absolutely ripped body of the SWAT team leader. For just a moment Ben allowed himself to loathe the job that made Ty hide their relationship. If ever there was a batch of guys with "testosterone poisoning" it was the SWAT team, but realistically, it was the twenty-first century. Ben thought the chances of Tyler losing his job over his sexual choices were pretty slim. If only he could get Tyler to agree.
    "What's your day look like?" asked Tyler.
    "Hardware upgrades. They're sending me out to one of the branches to work on their end of the network. It's fairly routine stuff, even if it's time consuming." Ben worked for a big banking conglomerate doing IT. "How 'bout you?"
    "Unless there's a call out, we're doing some rappelling drills." Tyler pulled up his jeans.
    "Yee-hah, dangling off the side of the building while carrying weapons; that always sounds like a recipe for disaster to me."
    "Which is why we practice ," Tyler teased as he tucked in his shirt.
    A few minutes later Ty was heading for the door. Ben grabbed hold of Ty's arm and stopped him for a moment. "Be safe."
    "Always."
    "I love you."
    Ty cupped his hands around Ben's face and kissed him slowly. "See you in a few days." Then he walked out the door.
    Ben sighed. One of these days maybe he'd get Ty to actually say the words.
    ****
    "Hey, Zub, we need to requisition more 0.308 ammo," said Paul Whitson as he walked into Tyler's office.
    Tyler looked up from his computer to gaze at the short compact sniper. "That's Captain Zub to you, squirt," he joked. Whitson was a recent addition to the team, nearly a decade younger than Tyler. The stress level was so high on actual operations that downtime in between involved lots of teasing and messing around.
    There was an eye roll from Whitson, followed by a snarky, "Sir, yes, sir."
    "Have you seen Siegel this afternoon? I need…" Tyler's sentence was cut off by the tiny sound of a siren at his hip. It was the text signal for a call out. He pulled the phone off his belt and read the message.
    BANK ROBBERY IN PROGRESS. POSSIBLE HOSTAGES. BRIEFING IN 5.
    Tyler glanced back up at Paul, who had sobered. "Gear up."
    The entire team would assemble in the briefing room in the requisite time and, unless there was a resolution in the next fifteen to twenty minutes, they would head out to the scene.
    ****
    It had all happened so damn fast. One minute Ben was having a casual conversation with a female teller that he knew slightly from a couple of other site visits, the next there was shouting and men with guns in the bank. One man dashed through the open room, spray paint can in hand, dousing all the visible camera mounts.
    All the customers were quickly herded off to the windowless side of the room by two of the men as three others began shouting directions about putting money in bags at the tellers. Janine, the female teller that Ben had been talking to, tried to comply. She picked up the bag that was thrust at her and began to pull money from the drawer. Ben could see that her hands were shaking and he reached to help her, rationalizing the sooner the bank robbers got what they wanted, the sooner they would leave.
    "Hands off! I want her doing it," the man in front of Janine shouted. He rammed the butt end of his shotgun through the counter opening. It smashed into Ben's face, catching him across one eye and