Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

without thinking of the whole thing for less than twenty-four hours, and the only reason why he had been obsessively going through what had happened after that was the pain in his hips that had increased during the first day and then slowly faded until now the only reminder of the occasion was the excessive moisturizing and dead skin peeling off.
    Ty had no problem facing the fact that he liked pain. Liking pain had never been an issue and it had never been a problem. He didn't, however, like being told what to do or ordered around. He hated feeling like someone actually had that kind of control over him, because in control was where he liked to be. That was why his last relationship had ended the way it had; no talking for weeks before the full explosion. His previous partner, Josh, hadn't exactly gotten his kicks from inflicting pain but he'd done it because he'd known what a thrill it was for Ty. But unlike Ty, Josh liked some role play. He liked to take control and create scenes. Unfortunately Ty wasn't feeling the combination, because out of the bedroom Josh wasn't really the most dominating person. And while Ty had tried and made an effort to get into the mood and enjoy the scene-play, he had failed beyond any human comprehension.
    First he had been close to laughing – it was simply that funny. Then he had been bored and after waiting for some miracles to happen, he had been almost pissed enough to take the lead himself and toss Josh around the bedroom. Yes, it didn't work. And he knew it wasn't Josh's fault and probably not his either but he just couldn't take the whole situation seriously. Not even when Josh had brought in a whip. Well…actually that had been the point when Ty had been pissed, because while he liked the pain, getting whipped while having his hands bound was the furthest thing he wanted when given by someone who organized his sock-drawer by color and brand after giving a fifteen minute demonstration on how a man's balance in life began with the balance inside his shoes.
    Ty's drawer was a mess and he had even lost the handle at some point so he probably wasn't at all balanced.
    They had ended up drifting apart in less than a week and the only reason why it had taken Ty forever to get over the relationship was that he wasn't sure if he had been so willing to end it because of the man he had been with, or because of the things Josh wanted and Ty wasn't able to give him. And now that he'd spent a full seven days and some hours on top of that thinking of how he had actually begged for a total stranger to rub him any way possible, he was starting to think that perhaps it was Josh he hadn't wanted and not the things the guy had required.
    And since Ty didn't do begging and he didn't do panting his lungs out in a room that was the closest thing to clinical apart from his doctor's office, he was beginning to doubt his own mental wellbeing. He could get his fix from somewhere else. He could find another way to express himself and get his blood flowing. Only Ty wasn't sure if he wanted to. And he wasn't sure if it would feel as good anywhere else, because it wasn't just the job done to him that got him close to sedated. It was the man doing the job and Ty was finally screwed enough to actually admit that.
    He didn't have a typical type he went for. He didn't care about the looks all that much and he didn't mind if the guy was softer around the edges. Josh had been blond, a cute man actually. One with dimples and a tendency to blush. Chase was the furthest thing from any blushing poster-boy. It wasn't his looks that appealed to Ty. It was the way he spoke with very little words but a whole lot of shades in his voice. It was the way he seemed to control the whole room without doing a thing. It was the way he could only glance at Ty and still it felt like he could see everything. And Ty had to admit that there just was something incredibly enticing about the fact that for the past year Chase had seen and touched and felt every spot of Ty's naked upper body while Ty hadn't touched him once. Not even a handshake.
    So now, after the seven days and some hours, Ty had finally taken out the brochure. He was mindlessly going through the pages without actually seeing anything. He could feel the numbers written on the cover against the tips of his fingers and the numbers seemed to lure him. Tempt him. Make the call, make the call , they seemed to whisper. And his other hand was already reaching towards his phone