Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

more, the space they occupied became cramped and Rory appreciated the fact he no longer had an erection. To have his dick crushed against all sorts of metallic switches and buttons right now wouldn't have been a victory in his mind even though he did get rid of the ugly dog-faced aliens.
    Also, in that instant, the back door was flung open. Kyle fell out, and like before, Rory came to be on top of him. They were both covered in sweat, exhausted and panting from their ordeal.
    Rory came to embrace his lover. "Well, that was a little different."
    Kyle smiled. He kissed Rory. "I think different is what we are, aren't we?"
    He was about to add more lavishing kisses and words of wisdom about how they were the perfect couple and never before in human history had sex been used as the fuel for anyone to fight off aliens of any description, when the warrior suit wobbled. Rory looked up, but all too late.
    The suit fell.
    Rory copped the full brunt of the suit, blacking out from the hit within a heartbeat. When he woke, the cute twink stage hand was standing before him, cock erect and glistening with pre-cum and the anticipation of moving on up in the movie industry.
    "Well, Mister Rory, sir, are you going to give me a good time or not before you're needed back on the set? I've got a nice big erection for you. See?"
    Rory shook his head. It hurt. The space helmet prop— one that was a smaller replica to the one on the warrior's suit back on the strange planet— was at his feet. He had been hit, but by the look of things, hadn't been knocked out cold and sent to another world with Kyle. He had been here in the make-up trailer all along. No... that couldn't be right. Could it?
    "What?" Rory replied. He looked up at the twink. He was cute, but for the first time in his life, he realised cute didn't cut it anymore. Rory needed a man. A man who could fuck the living daylights out of him while aliens invaded even if he was cramped in a suit designed for pigmies. A man who would blow his load all over Rory's face without apology. A man who was... real.
    Pavlos's eyebrows knitted. "What do you mean what ? I'm naked for you. What other explanation do you need?"
    Rory looked the twink up and down. As he studied him, the realisation struck him even more. Rory needed Kyle. "Get lost, kid. Save your virginity for someone who's going to appreciate you."
    There was an awkward moment of silence.
    Then, thankfully, Pavlos pulled his pants back up, making sure his now semi-erect cock didn't get caught in his zipper when he dressed himself proper. Sure, the lad would need to wank to relieve some of the pressure, but still, he had been spared being used.
    Pavlos left.
    If the silence before was unbearable, now it was positively poisonous. Had Rory done the right thing? Of course he had. The only trouble was, the only thing that nagged at his thoughts was the simple fact, was what he just experienced shared by Kyle as well? If not, would Kyle accept him?
    Before he could contemplate matters any further, Rory heard footsteps behind him. He turned, only to look straight into the deep brown and beautiful eyes of Kyle. Within a missing beat of his heart and a stolen breath, Rory opened his arms to embrace his man.
    Kyle embraced him back.
    For the longest time, they held each other, no words needed to be spoken between them. Rory knew, without doubt, the strange journey to the other planet was real. Thank fuck for that. He would have a hard time trying to come to terms with being fucking inside a movie prop on an alien desert strewn with movie flotsam if it hadn't been real. And sending a potential twink fuck away without so much as a thank you.
    When parted, Kyle said, "Rory, darling, I think I'd better help you oil up those pecs of yours. I don't think it's a job any old man can do for you. Am I right?"
    Rory smiled, taking Kyle by his hand. "I think you might be right there. I need a real man to do it for me."
    "Good. Now... get those uncomfortable looking jeans off as well. I want to fuck your arse until you beg me to stop and you're in so much ecstasy you see dog aliens again."
    Rory didn't hesitate. He unzipped. His cock was hard, springing to attention when released from his underwear. "What about the mayonnaise and mustard for the space worm? Won't it go off if we're too long in here, ruining all the time you spent getting it ready for the next shot?"
    Kyle pushed Rory toward the nearest chair, spreading his legs. "Sweetheart, there's one