Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

hold back. "Yes."
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    Ty realized he had become a junkie. The necessary two week wait was like ice spreading through his body, because he was literally aching to get back to the shop. Chase was very firm with his own rules, and one of those rules was that the time given to the skin to heal had to be a minimum of two weeks. If he happened to think the previous work wasn't healed well enough, he'd make his customers wait longer. Ty was lucky his healed quickly.
    He wasn't, however, happy that he had actually given himself time to think about his next installment of tattoo art. The more he thought about it, the more nervous he got. It wasn't the pain he feared because pain he could handle. Pain he yearned, lusted over and dwelled on the sensation. It was what the pain brought and since this time Chase was going to be a little closer to Ty's hidden parts, Ty was a little more self-aware than usual.
    Chase sat on the stool, one he preferred over any chair because it enabled him to move around the room thanks to five wheels attached to the foot of the stool. "Do I need to do some shaving before I get started?" Again very professional but Ty could literally feel his blood rush towards his face.
    "No, I got that…taken care of," he muttered and opened the button of his jeans. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all. Perhaps getting his lower abs tattooed as well wasn't the brightest thought that had crossed his mind, and now that his fingers stumbled with the zipper and revealed the still uncovered skin, he was very certain of this being the worst possible idea.
    Chase looked down, his eyes wandering on Ty's naked skin. He cocked his brow and glanced at Ty while gesturing him to move closer. "So I see…"
    Ty held his eyes away from the guy who now had his hands within few inches of Ty's groin. He looked at the wall instead. Poster, adds, notes. Timetables, prices, pictures. Words written with scrubby handwriting and black ink. And all the while the guy seemed to move closer though Ty was pretty sure they were both still.
    "So how low do you want me to go?" Chase asked, and that was about the point where Ty swallowed the first time. Chase didn't seem to notice, because he kept talking while his fingers pushed the jeans lower and tapped the skin only a breath away from Ty's pulsing…member. "I can go here if you want but personally I think keeping it above strategic areas is a little less risky. You know…for now."
    Oh holy mother of…
    "Above sounds great." It was a miracle he wasn't panting now and that he actually managed to say a word. Chase's hands worked like they had worked every single time; expertly, professionally, avoiding any unnecessary movements but he still took his time. And that time seemed longer than ever before though the area he was working on was much smaller now.
    Ty was unfocused enough to glance down, suddenly not thinking at all, and what he saw made his mind turn into a stumbling puddle of scattered words. Chase sat on his stool, his other hand pulling the open zipper out of the way while the other worked on wiping the skin with wetted gauze. One wipe, then another. Slow, deliberately agonizing, brushes that no longer had anything to do with cleaning the skin and as soon as he looked up, met Ty's fluttering gaze, it became crystal clear he knew exactly what was going on in Ty's mind.
    "I'm gonna participate in a tattoo exhibition next month," Chase said while still looking at Ty. He tossed the gauze aside and took the marker, never looking away and his words made no sense to Ty, but it wasn't as if he could actually open his mouth and speak now . "I need someone to work on while I'm there."
    Chase's eyes finally left Ty's when he concentrated on his actual work instead of turning Ty into a mess of shivering flesh. "Interested?"
    Huh?
    "What?" Ty mumbled. His abs trembled involuntarily when the marker made contact with his skin, the first line drifting into a wild frenzy. Ty bit his lip when Chase glared up at him, frowning and his expression far from soft. "Wiggling is not accepted."
    "I wasn't wiggling," Ty muttered but somehow his body did the unconscious muscle spasms again when Chase's hand came to rest against the side of his hip. "Keep still."
    "Sorry." Ty managed to stay still, but only with some serious case of self-suffocating and crippling his own body by threatening to chop off his feet if they started shuffling like they were about to do. Chase gave him a moment to collect