Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

completed line by line.
    Chase's wrist rubbed the bulge that was no longer even hidden, the inside of his forearm pressed against Ty's thigh and only emphasizing the connection that wasn't really even there. But Ty felt it, and he was slowly unraveling the million layers of his own dark decay. No more silent breaths, no more stilled frames or quiet groans. Every invasion of those needles drilled right through his core, forcing out sounds that were no longer unheard or even sudden.
    Ty was gasping, out loud and horrid. Pleading, begging without saying a word, but the climax that wasn't even that far away anymore sang with the voice of a thunder, breaking every sheltered shard in Ty's mind until nothing was left except the next slow line broken through his skin, the next hard touch of that hand that was now the only thing keeping him in place. More. Ty wanted more. He wanted something he didn't even know, something he couldn't recognize but the lust rolling inside him demanded something he wasn't getting now, something he had never had. Nothing he knew could settle the anxiety burning his whole being. Nothing. No one. Just this one. The pain. And the hand. And the man. Somehow Ty knew that, realized it even through his clouded mind and disorientated thoughts. There was something about this man, something Ty hadn't even been looking for but what he now knew he wanted. Needed.
    Chase was working on Ty's other hip now, the needles drilling against his right hipbone and though the pain wasn't really the kind he normally whimpered over, he did that now. And his voice, much too high and very much too sharp to be recognized as his own, seemed to reach the man that still kept his hand on Ty's skin.
    Fingers bit into his skin almost as painfully as the machine did, bound to leave small bruises and faint memories, and Ty trembled though he was still pressed against the table. "Don't move."
    Ty groaned, fighting to stay still against the table with his chest heaving and teeth biting into his lower lip. Closer, closer. Closer to the centre of his hips, closer to his shaft, closer. Closer than close and still not nearly close enough. No longer gasping but moaning, his voice shaky and almost voiceless, hands cribbing the sides of the table while he truly tried to stay in place, but he failed. And the moment his back begged to be arched high above the table, the buzzing ended, leaving Ty moaning for what felt like his whole entire life. "Stay still or I will stop."
    Ty opened his eyes, blinking with the overload of brightness that made him blind for a second. He focused his gaze on the man sitting next to him. Dark hair as tossed as ever, eyes that were even darker looking back at him and the flame that had been burning before was now flaming. It burned Ty's skin like he had fire placed against him, like it was seeping through his tissue and turning his bones into ash. Chase wiped the last of what he'd created with wetted gauze, making Ty flinch and eventually earning Ty a displeased look from the man that usually looked a little less displeased. "Think you could stay in place now?"
    No.
    "Yes."
    "You're sure about that? I don't like it when someone breaks the rules."
    "I won't," Ty breathed, tensing his whole body while trying to stay still though it was almost humanly impossible. One firm push against that arm, against that wrist and he would've spilled all over himself. "I promise I won't."
    Chase slid his hand across Ty's skin, the gesture much more than one given by a tattoo artist to his costumer. Ty's eyes slowly closed when Chase's fingers brushed the lines that were finished already, and though he bit his lip and tensed his whole body while not willing to break any goddamn rule, he moaned loud enough for it to echo even in his own head.
    Close. So goddamn close. And then the buzzing started again. No warning this time, just the painful collation between hard metal and soft skin and it was much worse this time after his skin had adjusted with the painless freedom. And Ty was helplessly sinking with the wave of shock rushing through him.
    He counted the seconds, somehow managing to stay coherent enough to realize the passing of time. And the further he got, the more of that picture was done. And the more that got done, the less there was left to do. And Ty was sure he couldn't finish before Chase would. He wanted to ask Chase to go on, ignore the plans and go right in for the skin below. He wanted to ask for more, wanted to