Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

through his shirt and quickened his blood as want sparked along his nerves. The strength of Teddy's hands splayed across Erik's stomach was a wonderful contrast to the gentle rub of Teddy's nose against his shoulder. God, he'd missed this.
    His plans for using select pieces of their vacation collection to reconnect had been a good idea, and now he knew they had needed it. But the first piece would have to wait until later. For now, Erik needed to feel Teddy's skin against his. He dropped the lid back onto the pot and flicked off the burner under the sauce before turning in Teddy's arms. He barely had to tilt his head at all to capture Teddy's lips in a kiss. "Hungry?"
    "Yeah. Been too long." Teddy twisted to the side, pushing him back against the nearest cabinet. Rocking his hips forward, Teddy pressed their erections together.
    Erik grunted. He was beyond primed and had figured Teddy would be too. Good to see that he was right. One kiss led to another and Erik couldn't get enough of the subtle taste of spearmint lingering on Teddy's tongue from whatever piece of gum he'd had earlier. He gripped Teddy's hips, rubbing off against him, and hissing when the zipper of his jeans dug into his cock.
    "Poor baby," Teddy mumbled against his mouth. His hands dug between them and soon Erik felt the blessed kiss of cool air, then the silky steel of Teddy's erection sliding beside his. "Let me kiss it and make it better."
    That nearly tipped Erik over the edge. Shit, it had been far too long. He let his head fall back as Teddy knelt, and when Teddy's mouth wrapped like fire around his prick, he cried out, clutching the edge of the counter for support. Tiny flicks to his slit from his lover's tongue tortured him, building the heat and within moments his release spiraled through his body. His back arched and every drop of built-up cum emptied into Teddy's mouth.
    He felt, more than heard, the grunt as Teddy jerked off, his arm rubbing furiously against Erik's leg. With his lips still sealed around Erik's cock, Teddy grunted again and bucked, banging his knee on the cupboard door as he came. His eyes flickered open and Erik winked at him. "You look good like that, lover."
    Teddy pulled away with a wet pop and a smack of his lips. "That was a great appetizer. What's for dinner?"
    Erik barked out a laugh. As staid as Teddy believed himself to be, and no matter what habits were ingrained in his daily routine, Erik knew the wildcat lurking beneath the surface. He loved that contrast in his lover, coveted it. And was damn glad he was the only one who got to see it. " After you clean up the mess you made, it's homemade spaghetti."
    "My favorite." Teddy stripped his shirt over his head, swiped up the pool of cum on the floor, and stood with a grin as he tucked his cock back into his pants. "Ready!"
    Much preferring this teasing side of Teddy to the moody, downtrodden man who had walked in the door, Erik shook his head and followed suit by zipping up. "Okay, sit down and I'll get the plates ready."
    "Be right back. Let me toss this in the hamper."
    Erik scooped still steaming noodles onto the plates he'd already sat on the counter, then lifted the lid to the sauce and gave it a quick stir. He could really smell the spices he'd added early on with the fresh mushrooms. The sound of Teddy's footsteps returning spurred him into action. He ladled sauce over both piles of pasta, then added the buttered bread he'd left chilling in the fridge. Fresh Parmesan cheese rounded out the presentation by the time Teddy appeared in the doorway.
    "Oh man, E. That looks wonderful!" Teddy slid into his chair and dug in, not bothering to wait for Erik to sit. Two bites into his plate, he stopped and groaned. To Erik's amusement, he managed to swallow down what was in his mouth before looking up sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I should have waited."
    Shaking his head, Erik sat across from his lover. "No way. That was the best compliment a chef could get."
    "It's been so long since you've made the noodles, I couldn't help myself." Teddy toyed with his fork, obviously waiting for Erik to begin before he took another bite.
    Erik picked up his fork, and for the remainder of the meal, neither man spoke more than a word or two. When the plates were swept clean with the last of the bread, Teddy sat back with a long, satisfied sigh. A surge of pride filled Erik as he stood and cleared away the dishes. He wasn't a true chef, really only a home cook, but when his man was happy