Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

beg and plead and cry and shake and rage. He wasn't done, he wasn't having what he needed. And by the time he felt the last small pieces getting painted on his skin, ones he knew to be the final ones, he was close to shouting out loud because he was so close. So fucking close but he couldn't get there. Not even if all he had to do was move, just once. Push against that wrist and he would get it.
    "All done," Chase said and put the machine away. His hand quickly wiped off the last of the excess ink and blood too and Ty crawled closer to the finish. An inch. One more, just one more.
    "Please…." Oh God…was he doing this? Eyes still closed and hands still cribbing the table and he wasn't even that still anymore. He couldn't be. Not when he'd lost the feel of his body, every bone too scattered to function, every inch of flesh too sore to be held anywhere.
    "You want something?" Chase asked quietly, his hands no longer touching him but Ty could feel his touch lingering in the air just above his skin.
    "Please, touch me."
    "You want me to touch you?"
    "Yes."
    "Then you say it." Surely that wasn't really a breath of air he felt on his skin? Surely the guy wasn't being that evil? But Ty felt the warmth of Chase's breath before the warmth turned into a cool breeze against his sore skin. And that was almost enough to throw him over the edge. Not the sensation alone but the knowledge of Chase being that close.
    "Please…"
    "Say it."
    "I want you to touch me." He'd say anything. He'd lie his teeth out and make a complete idiot out of himself. Anything. He'd do anything.
    "Do you want to come?"
    "Yes." A moan now, one that broke into little pieces when another breeze washed over his skin and Ty bit his lip before he blurted out anything completely idiotic. He felt warmth placed over his skin again, and then he heard Chase move closer. Heading higher, his frame suddenly very vivid next to Ty. And his voice, the low and gruff temptation that held on to Ty, burying him deeper into the trepidation that just wasn't letting go, spoke right next to Ty when the man finally touched him. "You may."
    Not the bulge though that would've been the most obvious place for provocation. But Chase's hand never touched Ty's shaft, not even through the fabric. Instead his glove covered fingers brushed over the throbbing wounds pierced into Ty's skin, and the soreness that turned into open burn was enough to wash the relief over Ty.
    Nothing holding him in place now. Not a hand, not a touch, no words or disappointed tones or eyes that seemed to see into the bottom of his soul. Ty was only partly aware of not being alone in the room when he came, his back high above the table and mouth wide open when a sound that wasn't even human rumbled out of him. And it felt so good. So fucking good. Like water poured from the sky after years and years of dryness. It filled him before it swept him clean. Empty. Spotless. Completely free of any earthly restraints until his mind was soaring above him, flying higher and higher in the bluest sky spread across the brightest day. Sunbeams and warm wind, blissful weightlessness that felt almost angelic. But then the freedom turned into shackles, ones that chained him back to his mind, into his body. Back on the table and in the room. No longer feeling spotless or empty but simply hollow. Nothing left. Even the twitching inside his jeans slowly faded and nothing was left except for Ty's fast breath. No other sounds. None.
    Oh my God.
    Ty swallowed and licked his dried lips, unwilling to open his eyes just yet and no one demanded him to do so, so he held still and tried to calm his body. His mind was humming, singing with joy almost but slowly the joy faded and it got replaced with less pleasant things. Things like regret and embarrassment. Things like self-accusations and 'what the fuck are you doing'. Ty heard Chase move with his stool, heard the gloves getting pulled off and tossed into the wastebasket.
    When Chase spread a layer of thick moisturizer across the new lines and then covered them with cellophane before securing the plastic with some tape, Ty was pretty intact already. He felt something landing on his stomach and heard something scraping the floor as it came closer. "You okay there?"
    Oh no…Chase was talking. Why did he have to talk?
    Ty opened his eyes, again blinking before he stared up at the ceiling. "I'm okay."
    Not on cloud nine, though. Not even on cloud number one. From the corner of his eye he