Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

surprised to confirm the tears still rolling down Javier's sad face. He looked so vulnerable, and precious, that without thinking Esteban raised a hand to wipe away some tears. When Javier felt the contact, he withdrew like it burned.
    "You know what, Esteban. Even if you don't love me, I want you to fuck me, yes, that's what I want the most from you."
    After a few seconds of staring at Javier's heaving figure, Esteban remarked. "I'm sorry, Javier, but friendship is all you can have from me."
    Javier went to full sarcastic mode. "Would you like us to exchange little romantic letters too? Another twenty years of those?"
    Esteban couldn't believe he was going there, so he simply answered, "No, times have changed."
    "Great. Maybe we can e-mail one another, or even better, we can send texts to each other. Safe enough, Esteban?"
    When Esteban's mouth became a thin line and he didn't say anything. Javier kept going.
    "Before you told me, 'I'm not Mauricio'. Guess what? I'm not Mauricio either!"
    Esteban felt the rage slowly replacing the passion that had overwhelmed him before.
    "I would appreciate if you never mock the correspondence I exchanged with Mauricio. Because you have no idea of how important those letters were for me."
    "I guess the illusion of having an affair with Mauricio helped you to stay celibate, right."
    "That's none of your business." Esteban nearly growled and Javier looked at him provocatively.
    "I'm tired of being your favorite charity. I'm leaving now, and if you ever call me back, you know what I want."
    Esteban muttered. "I'm sorry Javier. This was doomed from the beginning."
    Esteban watched him as he left, hating himself for not accepting Javier's love, when for the first time, he had found someone he really was intrigued with. Someone he would do anything to discover, and explore in a very intimate way. Will he lose him to a younger love like he lost Mauricio to Javier? Irony of ironies, he was walking the same path once again, but for some reason, this time it hurt more, and the attraction was irresistible.
    He truly had thought about a possible future with Javier, but due to their current situation it was cruel to tie the young man to him. Especially after witnessing how talented Javier was, even if it caused him pain, he had to set him free.
    The sensation of Javier's lips on his lasted days, and Esteban couldn't stop thinking about Javier. Especially during the nights, he'd felt his presence. He quivered all over, and he opened his eyes. This had never happened to him before. What was this strange feeling that moved every inch of him until settling on his groin? He was hard, and he hated to be aroused. For years he'd accepted the church's idea of self-pleasuring as being a form of self-abuse. If one did it willingly, it was considered a mortal sin. In the past, he resisted doing anything about it unless he could not control it anymore. Tonight, he didn't have a choice, unless he wanted to call Javier back. No, that was not an option either.
    He lifted his hips from the bed and pulled down his pajama pants until his cock throbbed and bobbed free. He gasped, spreading the warm wetness of pre-come leaking from the slit and stroked the length of it frantically until he settled for a quick rhythm, as his palm rubbed up and down the smoothness of his shaft.
    "Javier, what have you done to me?" He yelled into the empty room and nearly convulsed while coming.
    CHAPTER 8
    One night a few weeks later, Javier knocked on Esteban's door and walked in barefoot. Esteban frowned, looking at his feet. "Where are your shoes?"
    "I didn't get them because I jumped out of bed in a hurry."
    "It's still cold to go around like that, here, you can have my slippers, I'll put some shoes on."
    Javier followed him to the bedroom, and watched him changing his shoes after handing Javier a pair of socks from a drawer.
    "Why did you leave in a rush? A nightmare?"
    "Nearly. Raul is downstairs."
    "What?"
    Esteban was heading for the door, but Javier put his palm over his chest stopping him.
    "Wait! I reacted the same way, and went to see what was going on when I heard their voices."
    "Where is Carly?"
    "She's with her mom tonight."
    "Okay, but Raul and Diego can hurt each other."
    Javier hesitated, but finally said, "I've never heard of anybody hurting another while kissing."
    Esteban froze in awe. "You're kidding me?"
    "No. Why do you think I'm here? I would have never left Diego alone if they were truly fighting, but they