Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

admission took Scott's breath from him.
    Another nod from Scott, acknowledging what Jimmy had said, and, being honest with himself, agreeing. He wanted to respond, wanted to tell his friend all the times he'd hoped for this, but his voice was hiding, keeping all his secret wishes locked inside. All he had was the feeling of Jimmy's palm resting against his chest, as if the man were feeling the rhythm of Scott's heartbeat. He had to trust Jimmy's ability to read all the answers in his face as the man slowly pushed in.
    Neither of them could speak after that, lost to all coherent thought as Jimmy pulled back and pushed a little deeper. Scott groaned again, taking in a deep breath as he willed himself to relax around Jimmy's thick cock. He could see the tension in Jimmy's face, knew the man was holding back and all he could do was dig his fingers into the muscles of Jimmy's chest and try to pull him deeper, grinding himself down against the man.
    Whether Jimmy's control broke or he could see in Scott's face that it was time, Scott had no idea, but Jimmy offered a deep thrust then and both of their voices cracked the silence that had been holding them. Yes and God and so good were muttered like small prayers in choked voices that hoped for salvation as each solid drive of Jimmy's hips took them both closer to the edge.
    Jimmy's hand slid down Scott's body, fingers wrapping around his cock, fully hard now, aching for another release. The man stroked him with a slick, firm grip, thumb circling the crown, rubbing frantically as his thrusts lost all restraint, headboard tapping out a sharp rhythm against the wall in a way that would have been comical if either of them had paused to think about it.
    "Come for me, baby," Jimmy's voice was strained, tight in his throat, and the simple words, the pleading command, was all it took to push Scott over the edge. His hips bucked against the steady shift of Jimmy's palm, grinding down against the drive of the man's cock before spilling hotly across Jimmy's fingers and against his own chest.
    Two more sharp thrusts and Jimmy was buried deep inside, letting out a suffering cry that was all primal heat, groaning a curse as he came. "Fuck. Scott…" He didn't say anything else for a long moment, collapsing down against Scott, pressing himself to Scott's sticky belly as Scott let his legs fall from the man's shoulders, wrapping his entire body around Jimmy, almost ashamed of the way he clung to the man as Jimmy slowly softened.
    Letting his eyes slide shut, Scott tried not to think, tried not to worry about the potential repercussions. He wound his arms around Jimmy's shoulders, fingers threading into the man's dark hair, feet locking together around Jimmy's waist as if he could keep the man still and close forever by simply holding on.
    As his breath started to even out, his heart finding its rhythm again, Scott nearly drifted off to sleep, but Jimmy was rising up again, carefully pulling out and discarding the condom.
    He wanted to tell the man no, wanted to hang on tighter and keep Jimmy where he was, but he just took a steadying breath and shifted, giving Jimmy space in case the man needed to run and hide now.
    Maybe it was the pained expression that danced across Scott's face, or maybe it was simply Jimmy's instinct, but the man leaned in again, kissing each of Scott's closed eyes, then his cheek, then his mouth. "You're a mess," he whispered, voice carrying a light tease, trying to mask all the things he wasn't saying.
    Scott could only smile, nodding his head as he let himself be shifted and tugged, Jimmy sliding over him, climbing up behind him and fitting Scott against himself. The sheet that had been kicked away was now being used to wipe the mess off Scott's stomach and chest, Jimmy holding him close as he cleaned them haphazardly, pulling the blankets back up over them.
    "If I'd known that was all it took to shut you up, I would have tried it years ago." Jimmy was teasing again as he settled, but Scott could tell it was really a question as the man wrapped his arms around him.
    "Shellshock." Scott said, trying to laugh, but it was too close to the truth and they both knew it.
    "Well," Jimmy whispered, pressing his lips just behind Scott's ear, "I thought about serenading you, or sending you roses and a love poem, but you would've accused me of being high."
    Scott did laugh then, agreeing, "Yeah, I would've."
    "Guess you were right; an ambush blowjob isn't very Cary