Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

until his shaft was tucked inside a mass of hefty fabric, pointing slightly downwards and hopefully tucked so tightly it wouldn't start jumping up and down in the middle of it all. But the tingling was there and the tingling soon turned into full out burning when Chase pushed his stool next to the table and sat down while wiping Ty's skin once more and pulling on a clean pair of gloves. "Now…this is going to hurt."
    Ty met eyes with the one now holding the machine, feeling stupidly nervous. For what, he didn't know.
    "I'd be surprised if it didn't," he managed to say and the hint of amusement crossing Chase's face was so foreign Ty almost missed the moment Chase's hand landed on his hip, only slightly pressing against his skin, but still hard enough for the shivers to cover every spot of Ty's skin. "Ready?"
    Ty nodded, afraid to speak. Afraid to move, afraid to even blink. But the sound that wasn't really even a sound but simply a breath of air escaped his lips the moment the needle made contact with his skin. And the sound that wasn't really even a sound, the one Ty hoped to be left unnoticed and certainly didn't want to do again, made Chase glance up and look at Ty with his other dark brow raised and a silent fire burning somewhere in the depth of his eyes. "Everything okay?"
    "Yes." Oh God…was that his voice? Strained and weak, like a string that was stretched too thin. Ty emphasized his words by nodding and taking a deep breath. "Everything's fine. Go on."
    Chase studied Ty for a moment, eyes narrowed and training through Ty's every feature before he looked back at his hands again and leaned a little closer. The buzz that filled the silence was reassuring and terrifying at the same time. It had become almost more familiar than any other sound Ty had ever heard, because he begged to hear it over and over again. And as the needles once again hit his skin, breaking through the first layers, Ty felt sickeningly calm. It just wasn't normal for someone to feel like they were dreaming while wide awake because their skin was hurting and the tissue on their body had started bleeding. But he did feel that way, felt it every time. And just like before the sensation was like fuel to the flames, licking his body with invisible heat and torching his core so deep Ty could literally feel his stomach clenching.
    He closed his eyes, breathing deep and trying to focus on anything other than how it was all feeling. Slowly, so goddamn slowly and profoundly, Chase drew one line, then the other before filling up the empty space between the two. And as Ty's skin slowly grew numb on the abrasive sensation, his body became aware of it on a whole different level. The sting turned into tiny sparks, ones that travelled through his skin and flesh and bones, filled his veins and seemed to cover him whole. Ty's hands formed loose fists next to his sides, and then fists that weren't so loose anymore.
    Chase wiped the tattooed lines with wetted gauze, the machine buzzing in the background, drilling inside Ty's head and almost taking over everything else. "You okay there?"
    "Yes." Yes, he was okay. He was better than okay. He was on cloud nine and climbing higher and higher, almost in heaven already. The next dive that was done by the stack of needles forced a smothered groan out of Ty, one that was hopefully silent enough to be unheard. Chase didn't stop what he was doing but his other hand, the one that was still firmly held against Ty's left hip and stretched the skin to make the line as sharp as possible, held on a little tighter, fingers digging in Ty's skin a little harder. And that was really all Ty needed to go all hard and pulsating.
    There was nothing calm in his body now, not one single corner or a curve that wasn't pleading to be touched. By that hand, by that man. He didn't care how he'd get it as long as he did. Right there, drowning in a world that had no borders, no limits, he felt like he was soaring higher after every second that passed him. The ache that had somehow kept hidden throughout the weeks and weeks he'd spent torturing his own body time and time again was no longer hidden, no longer kept secured. It was out there now, beating inside his flesh, driving through his shaft until no amount of fabric around his cock could've kept it in place. Ty felt the twitching, felt it against his own thigh and he knew Chase felt it too against his wrist that moved with graveling speed against Ty's sore manhood as the picture got