Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

fingers and the heavy press of Jimmy's cock against his ass. Every muscle in his body tightened when Jimmy whispered against his ear, "Let's go to bed, Scott."
    "I, uh…" It was a bad idea. Beyond bad ideas. It was quickly nose-diving into Tragic Disaster and Scott knew it. He knew that pressing back against Jimmy was a mistake, knew that if he let go of Jimmy's hands and let them drift over his lean body and skim the planes and hollows of his stomach and hips, that he would regret it sooner or later. He knew that by morning Jimmy wouldn't look at him the same way anymore, knew that whatever the man said, whatever excuses they chose to accept and whatever joke they tried to make out of it, it would all come to a horrible, ugly end. They would never be able to sit down and watch a movie or fall asleep together again, they would never be able to tease and call each other sweetheart or darling or whatever other idiotic endearments they shared.
    So, despite the fact that his cock was rigid against his button fly and despite the fact that it had been months since he'd gotten anything more than a blowjob, Scott cleared his throat and tried again to pull away. "I think we should get some food and some aspirin and some water in us first." He tried to make his voice steady, but it cracked a little, his throat closing around the words as if his body was disagreeing and not willing to let his mouth mess it up for the rest of him.
    The apartment was still dim, just the entryway light glowing softly from the door and Scott stubbed his toe on the coffee table as he took another step with Jimmy right on his heel. "Shit," he muttered, falling down onto the couch. Jimmy stood for a moment, his body silhouetted and Scott cursed himself for thinking so clearly, for turning down this chance, probably the only real one he'd ever get with Jimmy.
    "Couch it is." Jimmy said, ignoring Scott's comment about water and food. He leaned closer, arm sliding over the back of the couch and Scott thought he could identify with rabbits that have been hunted by cats. Jimmy was all sleek and smooth, hand gliding closer, body shifting and inching toward him.
    His mouth went dry, having to swallow hard before he choked. Looking down at his foot, "My toe hurts." he said feebly, grasping for anything that might distract Jimmy.
    "Want me to kiss it better?" Jimmy offered with a bright grin, his breath brushing against Scott's skin, the tip of the man's nose just touching his cheek. Jimmy had moved quickly, stealthily, as Scott was looking away and now the man was right against him, rising up on his knees and pushing Scott back onto the arm of the couch. "Or we could kiss other stuff…" he suggested, still sounding playful as he leaned in again, dipping his head, his eyes gleaming in the reflection of moonlight coming through the living room window.
    For a split second or ten, Scott was tempted. He felt his body relax just a notch, his hips rocking up against Jimmy and his hands sliding up Jimmy's broad chest, feeling the muscles and the smooth skin where the man's shirt was open just below his collarbone. They'd touched each other before, sat close, wrapped around each other, but never like this. Scott had never rested beneath Jimmy; wanting to spread his thighs and grind against the man like this. He'd never seen such a vulnerable expression on Jimmy's face; part predatory and part disbelief, all of it shadowed with a hint of fear. It was the fear that reined Scott in. He didn't know what exactly put that look in Jimmy's eyes, but he knew what his own fears were and they weren't worth the risk for a drunken tumble in the dark.
    Scott forced himself to say, "Or we could get some water and pass out."
    Pausing for a beat too long, too many emotions thundering over Jimmy's face for Scott to catch them all, Jimmy sat back, "Yeah, probably a good idea." he said, shifting back onto his heels, running his palms down his thighs before climbing to his feet.
    Jimmy went to the kitchen to get some water, taking longer than he normally would, and Scott took the opportunity to pretend to pass out. Jimmy slept in his own bed.
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    Sometime near dawn, Scott drifted into a restless sleep. He'd been awake for hours, his neck stiff, head pounding, afraid to even shift on the couch, as if he could hide where he was if he was just quiet enough.
    When he awoke, the first thing he noticed was a blanket draped over him. Opening his eyes slowly, he glanced around the quiet