Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

rather than his own erection. "Oh, Jesus," he muttered, another moan catching in his throat as awareness shot through him. It wasn't a dream and he wasn't alone. Jimmy was wrapped around him, one strong arm draped over his hip, one large hand folded around the base of his cock, stroking in rhythm with his mouth as he started to suck harder. Scott wanted to tell the man to stop, tell him that it was going to ruin everything. He wanted to tell Jimmy all his fears and get him to see reason, but the words spilling out of his mouth were, "Jimmy…don't stop. Oh, Jesus, Jimmy , never stop…" And the man's name felt right, whispered into the darkness of his bedroom, whispered into the air and shadows that held them safe as his climax raced through him. "Yes… please , Jimmy." He didn't have any words after that, only a choked cry that ripped from his chest as he came, deep and hard, in his best friend's mouth.
    Still shuddering as his release washed through him, Scott didn't want to open his eyes. He kept them tightly shut, afraid to find Jimmy's face, afraid of what he might see there. Disgust? Regret? He didn't know, but it was enough to keep him still and quiet.
    He didn't protest as Jimmy pulled back, tugging his pajama bottoms and shorts the rest of the way off. He still didn't open his eyes as the man shifted, fitting himself between Scott's legs, warm hands running down his thighs, pulling Scott closer.
    "Look at me, Scott," He could feel Jimmy's erection pressed against his stomach, hear the trepidation in Jimmy's voice as he said Scott's name. "Baby, open your eyes," The words were whispered against Scott's cheek, Jimmy's breath soft against his skin as the man nuzzled against his jaw. "Please, Scott, open your eyes."
    That undid Scott and he forced his eyes open, able to see Jimmy above him in the sliver of light peeking in through the curtains. No regret and certainly no disgust, but for the first time he could see in his friend's eyes a look of uncertainty mingled with a palpable want, as if Jimmy's desire had a life of its own, a will of its own.
    Jimmy was rising up a little, leaning over to Scott's nightstand. His voice was steady, but Scott could tell his hands were shaking just slightly, "If you don't want this," Jimmy told him, the words a quiet rumble in the night, "You're gonna have to say it."
    Scott could hear the crinkle of a foil packet, the sharp snick of a cap being flipped open with a thumb, and he knew what was coming. Jimmy was sitting back on his knees, one tender hand stroking against the sharp jut of his hipbone as the other slipped between his thighs, fingers slick and warm, gentle, as they played against his entrance.
    "I do," The words surprised both of them, Scott could tell. His murmured consent drew a sharp breath from Jimmy even as the man slipped the tip of his finger inside, pushing slowly in. Scott groaned, reaching his hands for the man, finding solid shoulders and holding on as Jimmy started to prepare him.
    Leaning closer, Jimmy's body sheltering Scott from the realities of what they were doing, another finger invaded, pushing deep and sure as Jimmy's mouth found Scott's. Soft, full lips pressed against Scott's own, tasting himself there as Jimmy's tongue slid into his mouth, parted his lips further. Some small corner of Scott's mind registered that it was the first time Jimmy had ever really kissed him and it felt even more intimate than coming in the man's mouth. Their breaths mingled, salty and sweet flavors passing back and forth between them, the two finding their own rhythm together just as they always had before. For a moment, it felt like Jimmy was trying to climb inside Scott's skin, possess him, build a home there as the kiss intensified, Jimmy holding Scott firmly, another finger pushing inside him, opening him up.
    When they broke, they were both breathless with need, Scott only able to swallow hard and nod in answer to the question in Jimmy's eyes.
    The cool air hit his chest as Jimmy pulled back, Scott watching the man's face as Jimmy quickly tore open a condom wrapper with his teeth, covering himself without hesitation.
    Eyes drifting shut for just a moment, Scott could feel Jimmy's capable hands running down his thighs, hooking behind his knees and drawing them up higher, resting them over broad shoulders. He let Jimmy move him, guide him into place, but he looked up again at the sound of Jimmy's voice. "Wanted you for so long, Scott," the man whispered, and the