Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

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    We started to move a little back and forth. I couldn't believe I had my arms around him, that I was touching him. We were too far apart though. I wanted us closer, I wanted to feel his body against mine. But there were still words I needed to say first.
    "Chase, yes, I was drunk. I got drunk because I saw you with that guy at the club and you were talking to him at our table and you looked happy, and... I got jealous."
    Chase frowned. "Yeah, you kept asking where my 'friend' was. That guy and I weren't interested in each other, Adam. He went to Ohio State when I played football there. He was just a fan. If you had come back to the table instead of assuming the worst, you would have found that out."
    I winced. "I'm sorry, for getting drunk, then. But everything I said, even under the influence of alcohol was the truth. I've tried to hide it, I've tried to ignore it, but I don't want to anymore. I like you Chase, as more than friends. I want you. I want to be with you."
    Chase hadn't run away yet so I kept going for broke. I shifted closer so our chests were pressed together and I had one leg in between his.
    "I've thought about it so many times, about what it would be like to touch you. To be touched by you." I was staring straight up into his eyes and my voice was quiet and low. His eyes stared down into mine and his lips were parted. "Every weekend you wore those damn jeans with the hole that teased me, showing your underwear underneath. So many times I wanted to reach out and rip that damn hole bigger so I could feel your ass. And now all I think about every time I see you is what color underwear you're wearing today." His breathing was getting shallow and I could literally feel his chest moving rapidly against mine.
    His eyes closed. "Jesus, Adam," his voice was no more than a whisper.
    So I got a little bolder. My dick was just about tenting my thin tuxedo pants. I shifted my lower body into his, bringing us even closer. And... jackpot. I could feel him against my stomach; his dick was just as hard and firm as mine was. When my cock pressed into his thick upper thigh, I swear a fire sparked over my whole body. His eyes were still closed but a low groan escaped those beautiful lips.
    "Tell me, Chase. Tell me you want me too." And that was it. I was out of the plane and freefalling, waiting to see if Chase was going to pull the cord for my parachute. Or just let me fall. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I waited for his answer.
    And then his eyes snapped open and there was a fire there that I had never ever seen from him before. "Upstairs. Our room. Now."
    The parachute released and I could float to safety now. Well, in reality there was no floating involved at all, it was more like a very firm, insistent pulling of my arm across the back of the reception room, trying to be as discreet as we could be, two big guys with very obvious boners practically running from the room.
    Once we finally made it to an elevator and were really alone, we froze, just staring at each other. Finally I launched myself at him, grabbing his face in my hands and pulling his head down so my lips could taste his. Next thing I knew, his hands were under my ass and lifting me up to him. It startled me so much all I could do was wrap my legs around his waist to hold on. I was a good-sized guy; I had never had anyone that was able to pick me up like that. It made me hot and when he squeezed my ass and I felt his hard cock against mine, I thought for sure I was going to come right there. It didn't help that his tongue was completely invading my mouth as his lips moved against mine. He tasted sweet from the cake and the champagne and I devoured him.
    A loud ding interrupted us as the elevator doors opened and he let me go, my legs sliding to the floor. He leaned his forehead against mine as we tried to catch our breath. "Fuck," he whispered.
    "Oh God, please." I answered.
    That got him going again and he pulled on my arm and we literally ran from the elevator to our room. Somehow our shaky hands got the card to go in and as we stumbled through the door, I'm sure it slammed so hard behind us we woke up the whole floor.
    Inside he pressed me up against the door and was kissing me again. His hands slipped under my jacket and up my tuxedo shirt. I could feel the heat of his fingers through the shirt, pressing the silky, smooth fabric against my skin. He reached a nipple and he pulled on it through the shirt. I arched against him and broke