Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

holding him down with one huge but gentle hand on his chest, Mike was practically shaking. The look of desire and determination in Steve's eyes didn't help him either.
    Giving up on protesting, because he didn't mean it anyway, and Steve knew that, Mike quickly stripped while Steve grabbed the bottle of lube.
    "Turn over."
    Mike did as he was told, pulling up a pillow and leaning into it with his arms crossed while sticking his ass up in the air. He buried his face when Steve slid a finger into him, the cool gel and the thick digit causing him to bite down on the feather filled cotton. That first initial burn always had him gritting his teeth, but Steve was always gentle and he always made sure Mike was fully stretched before he went any further. Today was no different, and after a few moments in which Mike had begun to relax and enjoy what Steve was doing to him, he felt Steve change position and grab hold of his hips.
    "Ready?"
    Mike nodded, and for emphasis wiggled his ass, easily imagining the look on Steve's face as he did it. He waited, holding his breath as Steve modified his hold, sliding his palms under Mike's slim thighs and pulling him higher. Then he felt that deep penetrating push; the one that kept him breathless until Steve was fully seated.
    "Okay, babe?"
    "Yeah. I'm fine." And he was. He loved this, loved the way Steve treated him so reverently, so caringly, but it was at this point Mike wanted something else. He turned to look over his shoulder, staring into Steve's warm brown eyes. "Jackman. Fuck me."
    Steve's grin was all Mike needed to know he was going to get his ass pounded into next week. Steve pulled most of the way out, then plunged back inside, quickly starting up an unrelenting pace that drove Mike into a fantasy he never got tired of experiencing. Hard, deep, uncompromising, the thick length that powered into him had Mike groaning and burying his head back into the pillow.
    Steve altered his angle a little, and Mike's body instantly lit up. "Oh, fuck, Jackman. Yes! Fucking hammer me!"
    Steve's grunt of assent was all Mike heard before Steve sped up and Mike lost the ability to do anything other than get ready to come. The relentless pulverizing action of Steve's hips pushed Mike to the point of no return, and then he hung there, his back bowed, his senses strung, his eyes screwed tight, a scream forming on his lips.
    "Mikey."
    That was it. That was the trigger Mike needed to be thrown over the edge into such extreme pleasure he nearly blacked out. His cock pulsed, spewing thick threads of milky seed at the same time Steve slammed home and stayed there; their cries mingling, their ragged gasps in sync. Then Steve collapsed, trapping Mike to the bed, his heavy weight almost crushing him.
    "Get off, you big oaf!" Mike pushed ineffectively against Steve's bulk, but Steve rolled over anyway, dragging Mike with him to lay him on his chest. Sticky, sweaty, and barely able to hold his head up, Mike looked down on his Jackman, the only one who could take his ass apart and put it back together. "Thank you."
    Steve's smile as he looked back up at him was filled with the tenderness he never failed to show Mike after they'd made love. He stroked down Mike's back, the callused tips of his fingers lightly scraping. "What are you thanking me for? Loving your tight little ass, or finally persuading you to move in here?"
    "I've been practically living here for the past couple of months, so you didn't have to persuade too hard, so no, it wasn't that. I was thanking you for still allowing me to indulge in my game."
    Steve's laughter was no less than Mike expected. "Calling me Jackman when you're getting your ass reamed?"
    Mike nodded, still feeling a little embarrassed about the time he'd first screamed out his fantasy name for Steve. "I'm glad you think it's funny."
    "It's not funny, it's great. I love it when you lose yourself like that." Steve pulled him down for a kiss, taking Mike's mouth in a way that was as possessive as it was gentle. "I love you."
    Smiling, Mike cuddled into Steve's arms. "I love you too."
    "Good. Now get your ass out of bed, pretty as it may be, because we have a building to start construction on."
    Mike groaned. He knew damn well what was scheduled for today, but after what they'd just shared he'd hoped Steve might have given him a break. No such luck. He rolled over, resigned to spending the day with a shovel in his hand, though there wasn't much he'd be doing with it; then, he