Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

his own clothing, dropping it into the bin by the front door.
    "Come on, Bryce. Keep up. I'm naked already."
    Bryce hurriedly undressed while Kaleb began stroking himself in anticipation of the sex act in his near future. Once he was free of the odorous clothes, Bryce leaned in and kissed him with a nip of his teeth.
    Cupping Bryce's member and then grasping it, he used his partner's cock like a leash and gently tugged his man to the bathroom.
    Reaching in to start the shower, he kept a firm hold on Bryce. Kaleb pulled his boyfriend with him as he stepped in. Bryce started to wash him, smoothing his hands over his chest and shoulders, but Kaleb was impatient. He let go of Bryce's member and grabbed both of his wrists, backing him into the tiles.
    "I need you... now," Kaleb said, and spun Bryce around, pinning his arms overhead. He stepped in close and poked his dick in between Bryce's legs. "Shit, yeah," he groaned, sliding between them a few times to get himself good and hard.
    The whole time Bryce had not spoken. Now he said quietly, "I saw that civilian looking at you."
    Why did he want to talk now? Kaleb kept at it while he replied. "You mean that lady with the overdone makeup and teased out hair? Yeah, she was into me, winked at me and shit."
    "Not the woman. Her husband."
    "Well, how do you know they weren't looking at you?" Kaleb chuckled and slapped his lover's muscular ass.
    Bryce snorted. "Trust me. I know they were both looking at you. No one looks at me like that." He shook his head, voice getting huskier. "Took all I had to not kiss you just to show them whose man you are."
    Didn't he know yet he was a walking wet dream? With his tousled dark waves and haunting eyes, dimpled cheeks and fit body, to Kaleb, Bryce was perfect. He sighed, slightly exasperated they were having this kind of conversation. Again. "Everyone knows whose man you are, Bryce."
    "He didn't," Bryce muttered.
    "Everyone that matters." That wasn't true, though. Most of the station didn't, or at least if they did know, they weren't letting on that they had figured it out. Devon didn't know. "Anyway... you're mine. Now, less talking, more screwing."
    Obediently, Bryce stepped his legs further apart and tilted his hips, raising his ass for a pounding.
    "Good man." Letting Bryce's hands go, Kaleb took the waterproof lube from the shelf. He slicked Bryce, pushing his finger inside, working in slow circles, then put a generous amount on himself. Kaleb pressed the head of his shaft inside his lover, just enough to make Bryce gasp -- he loved that sound -- then shoved home.
    Both men shouted as their bodies came together with a loud, wet slap. Usually Kaleb gave him a moment to adjust and breathe before the railing began. Not this time. As soon as he was in to the hilt, Kaleb pulled back and slammed into him, again and again, every surge harder than the last.
    It wasn't long before he was right on the edge. He slowed, trying to prolong the pleasure for as long as he could, while his partner moaned steadily. When Kaleb was almost ready to come, he held back, instead reaching around to grab Bryce's thick, pulsating cock, running his hand up and down the shaft. On cue, Bryce's moaning increased and muscles squeezed around Kaleb's shaft.
    "Shit, baby!" he shouted as he felt Bryce jerk, shout, and come. He started his thrusting again, long slow strokes as Bryce shuddered and groaned. Speeding up, with all Bryce's heat and tightness gripping him like a fist, Kaleb shot hard.
    Afterward, he hugged Bryce to his chest and gently moved within him, kissing his neck and shoulders. He slid in and out as the motion grew smoother with his ejaculate coating Bryce's insides.
    Surprisingly, this was the part that was bliss for Kaleb. Moments like these were the only instance he let the tender side of himself show. The rest of the time, he was demanding and harsh. Knowing that didn't keep him from acting that way.
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    Barely stopping to dry off, the pair flopped onto the bed, kissing one last time with muttered good nights. They rolled onto their sides, facing away from one another, just as they did whenever they slept.
    Bryce rolled over to pull the blanket up over Kaleb and waited until his breathing became deep and relaxed. Once he was sure his lover was asleep, he sat up, pulling his knees to his chest and running a hand through his damp hair with a sigh. Sex energized him. He'd be up at least another hour, if not more.
    Though it was difficult to be in a