Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

little more than gape.
    "Oops." Steve's grin didn't hold any apologies though, instead it possessed that self-assurance Mike was beginning to realize was never far away. "Let's get you out of here." Placing a hand on Mike's back, Steve ushered him through the press of bodies, most of which were still staring.
    Grateful to get outside, Mike didn't offer any resistance when Steve continued to walk him down the street. He halted, however, when he noticed he was going the wrong way.
    "My car's back there," he said, slowly coming to his senses. Turning to face Steve, looking up into those warm eyes, that tantalizing smile, Mike worried he'd made the wrong choice. Some of that worry must have shown on his face because Steve's smile faded.
    "Don't change your mind. Let's have that dinner, see how it goes."
    "You're kind of pushy, you know that?" Mike said, trying to gain back a little control.
    "Yeah, I know, but I'm only coming on strong because I want you."
    "I think your kiss proved that."
    "Um, about that. Sorry. I actually didn't mean to kiss you in public, but that's what I meant about not being able to hide being gay. I'm a little impulsive and if someone attracts me, I show it."
    'Well that makes me feel special." Mike didn't mean to sound derisive, but his nerves were shot, and his body was tight with a desire he was better off not feeling right now.
    "No, I didn't mean it that way. I haven't been out with anyone for ages, but well, you know, I can't help looking if some cute guy walks past. How do you think I noticed you?"
    "You think I'm cute?" Mike asked, slightly mollified.
    "I think you're gorgeous," Steve quickly replied.
    Mike smiled then, relaxing for the first time since he'd walked into the pub. "Thank you."
    "So we're still on for dinner?"
    Mike sighed, realizing he wasn't going to get away without giving Steve another chance, despite his rather unorthodox display. "Yes. We're still on." Reconciling his words with actions, Mike pulled out his phone and took Steve's number, only a little disconcerted when Steve moved to stand behind him, his chest pressing against Mike's shoulder, his breath fanning across Mike's hair.
    "I liked that kiss," Steve whispered. "Pity it wasn't in private."
    Swallowing hard, Mike nodded.
    "Want to try it again?"
    "Here?" Surely Steve wasn't going to make another spectacle of them, was he?
    "There's a little alley just down there," Steve said, pointing to an unlit lane a few feet away. "Would that make you feel more comfortable?"
    "You can't wait until tomorrow?" Mike countered, though he had to admit he wouldn't mind kissing Steve again, just so he could appreciate it better this time.
    "No." And just like that, Mike found himself pressed up against a wall with Steve's lips on his.
    Protesting was futile, and Mike was honest enough to admit he didn't want to, so he moved into the kiss, sliding his arms around Steve's neck, but he barely managed to get them linked, and he had to push up on his toes so not to strain his neck. Fuck, Steve was tall, but he forgot all about that when, seconds later, Steve picked him up and cradled him in his arms.
    "That's better," Steve murmured before capturing Mike's mouth again.
    Caught off guard, it took Mike a moment to respond, then he tightened his grip around Steve's neck and leaned into him. Steve changed his hold and pinned Mike to the wall again, pulling on his thighs so Mike was spread open to him. He gasped in shock, and Steve took advantage, slipping his tongue inside. The warm slide of Steve's tongue on his had Mike moaning, but overly conscious of where Steve had his hands, Mike was finding it hard to concentrate on just the kiss.
    And then of course there was the growing bulge he could feel pressing between his thighs.
    Not daring to move, Mike tried not to think about how hard Steve was, or how big, but that became impossible when Steve shifted, bringing them closer together.
    "Um, Steve?"
    "Yeah?" Warm lips traveled down his neck, causing Mike to groan, but concerned this was getting a little out of control, he pushed against Steve's formidable chest. It was like pushing against a brick wall, unmoving, unresponsive. The man was pure muscle, and Mike imagined his small hands probably felt like nothing more than butterfly wings.
    "Steve…." The objection he was trying to utter got lost as Mike moaned again. This really wasn't the ideal place to be doing this, but Mike was becoming seriously turned on by the gentle way Steve was