Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

faults but together we are perfect. The only thing that would make us better is if he says "Yes" when I ask him to marry me.
    Sincerely
    Kendra

    genre: contemporary
    tags: illness/disease; visual arts; businessman
    content warnings: acute illness; angry sex
    word count: 4,125
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    NO FAULT OF HIS OWN
    by Sara York
    Ryan's eyes fluttered open. He was unhappy to see the room draped in semidarkness with the sun flipped to the other side of the house. How long had he been out for? He'd been exhausted, more than tired and here he was again taking a nap after work. The crisp metallic sound of Jesse sliding his key into the lock forced Ryan out of bed. He panicked. Dinner hadn't been made and it was his turn. That's three times in a row he'd flaked out. Fuck, Jesse worked so hard and all Ryan had to do was make a little dinner for him when he got home. Shitshitshit. Spaghetti, that's what he'd do. Jesse loved spaghetti but only fresh. He'd found the perfect excuse for why he hadn't started.
    "Hey babe, I'm–"
    The words stopped. Obviously his boyfriend was pissed he hadn't made dinner. Again, he'd failed at what he'd wanted to do. Fuck, he needed to get his shit together. Jesse had every right to be angry. The guy took care of so much stuff for both of them, and all he expected was for Ryan to make the meal on his nights. Hell, he didn't even have to cook an equal share. He only had Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights and they usually went out to eat on Friday. Crap, he hated disappointing Jesse time and time again.
    He pulled on his shirt and took two deep breaths, putting on a happy face, trying to convince Ryan he wasn't lying when he said he had the spaghetti dinner all planned out.
    "Jesse, glad you're home. I'll start on the spaghetti now. I know how you like it fresh."
    Jesse dropped his brief case and eyed Ryan suspiciously, the disappointment evident on his face. "Are you trying to get me to cook every night?"
    Ryan hated this. The last time his turn to cook came up, Jesse had come home and found Ryan passed out in bed, Jesse had gotten pissed and called him lazy. Ryan wasn't trying to be lazy, but he wasn't pulling his weight around the house.
    "No babe, I really didn't want to start too early. You do like your spaghetti perfect." Ryan stood only inches from Jesse, his tongue darting out, sliding along Jesse's jaw, his hands feathering over the still crisp shirt that hid Jesse's trim waist. Ryan knew how to make Jesse hot, so he turned on his charm, praying Jesse would drop the subject of food and think of anything else. Jesse frowned and the lines on his brow worried Ryan. His lover's job was tough, and he didn't need this type of crap from Ryan.
    Ryan loosened Jesse's tie and then pulled it over his head, tossing it on a chair. He undid the top two buttons of Jesse's shirt, licking at the enticing hollow spot. "I want you," Ryan whispered.
    Jesse growled deep in his throat and spun Ryan to face the other way, clawing at his shorts, pushing them to his knees as Jesse whipped out his dick, spat in his hand, smearing the moisture over his cock. He spat again, this time the moisture hitting Ryan's ass. Ryan jumped, anticipating what would come next.
    Jesse held his torso down against the table and slipped inside. The first wave of pain washed away as bliss took over. Jesse moved slow in the beginning then sped up as Ryan bucked against him. The sting of a slap took Ryan by surprise.
    "Stay still," Jesse snapped.
    Ryan tried not to move but he was about to blow, his dick swollen with need. He wanted to reach down and stroke himself, but Jesse had pinned him to the table, forcing him still. All of a sudden, Jesse grabbed at his chest, drawing Ryan to standing, his dick still buried deep in Ryan's ass.
    "Next time, make dinner." Jesse slammed into Ryan, taking his breath away. Jesse reached around and squeezed Ryan's cock. He gripped and stroked Ryan while he pounded into him. "You understand?"
    "Yes," Ryan hissed.
    Jesse stopped moving, his lips right at Ryan's ear. "Sometimes I wonder if you do this on purpose, to get me riled up. You like it rough."
    Maybe that's why he'd started to space out. Did he crave this too much? He loved when Jesse got rough and took him hard. He reveled in the way Jesse's hands clung possessively to him and how Jesse took control over his body.
    "Maybe I do it on purpose. Maybe I just want you in me so bad, I can't be good."
    Jesse laughed and drew his dick out