Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

carefully constructed control and let his hands wander. He kissed Bryce softly, gently stroked him through his clothes, then pulled his pants down and gave him the slowest blowjob he could. He gently penetrated him with his fingers. The noises the man made were almost too much. Kaleb yearned to get inside him, dominate him, but he was afraid of frightening the virgin.
    "You liked it," he said when Bryce's panting had receded. It wasn't a question. Kaleb knew the truth, now he wanted to hear Bryce admit he'd enjoyed a man's mouth on his lips, on his cock, fingers thrust into his ass.
    Nodding vigorously, Bryce groaned and reached for Kaleb. "It was weird. I mean, different, but good."
    Kaleb smirked and wrapped his arms around him murmuring, "I pronounce you gay or, at the very least bisexual."
    That first time had been about testing the waters, he hadn't even given himself an orgasm. Their next few encounters Kaleb had been attentive and loving, but then his true nature took over. Bryce had to feel deceived.
    Devon Lead-Me-Into-Temptation, as he was known in college, walked across the room again and Kaleb threw off all thoughts of Bryce. Springing into action, he brushed against Devon on his way to the bathroom and with a quick glance back, held the door open. That was as clear an invitation as he was going to give. Devon darted his eyes around, checking to see if they were being watched, and headed toward the bathroom.
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    Coming into the station's kitchen, Kaleb found Bryce drying dishes. He stepped up behind him and squeezed his boyfriend's shoulder.
    "So... something kinda happened between me and Devon."
    "Really? Which one is that?" Bryce's eyes narrowed as he furiously dried an already dry plate. "Oh, I remember. The recruit you eye-banged the other day."
    Okay, he deserved that. "Bryce, I love you."
    Bryce's voice took on a puzzled tone. "I love you too."
    "I'm so sorry." Bryce stiffened. Kaleb shook his head, removed his hand to grip the counter, and sighed. "You see, I know Devon, and he has always had this power over me -- just like you," he added quickly. "And he and I…."
    Bryce smiled knowingly. "So you've messed around before? It happens." He continued stacking the dishes, clattering them together with less care than before.
    Kaleb hesitated a moment. He could let it go at that, kiss the back of Bryce's neck, go about his duties, and let Bryce think Kaleb hadn't broken their most important rule. But he knew he would eventually blurt it out during an inopportune moment, like after Bryce said "I love you" or "I'm coming", and then it would be much worse. Taking a deep breath, he admitted the ugly truth: He was a cheater. "I had sex with him twice this week, and we dated for a while in college."
    Bryce set the dish in his hands down. His mouth opened and shut, lips drawing into a tight line as he spun around to face him. Kaleb's breath caught at the passionate anger in those deep blue eyes, overlaid with sadness. They captivated him every time, and God, when he finally came --
    "Kaleb?" Bryce said softly, bringing him back to the present situation. "How seri-"
    "Very. We were very serious."
    The next words out of Bryce's mouth were not what he was expecting. "Well... invite him for dinner." Bryce's voice was calm, but his hands were shaking.
    "You can't mean that."
    Bryce went back to drying dishes and stacking them, not looking at Kaleb at all. "I do."
    "I'm really sorry. I fucked up, royally. I won't see him again." If he could force himself not to feel. He'd certainly try because he couldn't lose Bryce. What was he thinking, letting old feelings resurface, jeopardizing their relationship and putting Bryce through this? The man had dealt with enough. "Bry, I'll make it up to you."
    "No. I mean, yes, you will make it up to me. But you won't avoid him, and you will invite him over." Bryce glared at Kaleb, eyes flashing and jaw clenched. Kaleb could almost hear him thinking, "My turn."
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    Sitting down to dinner with the two of them a few nights later, Kaleb felt like an outcast in his own home. His lover and ex-lover chatted like they were old friends. They had so much in common. His mind drifted to his first time with each of them. So different from one another. One soft and timid, one hard and demanding. As a lover, Kaleb had become the latter.
    Kaleb snapped back to attention at the sound of Bryce's laughter. What had he missed? Bryce got up from the table and went to stand behind Devon, wrapping