Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

with someone a little more…orientated."
    "And I suppose that someone is you?" Ty asked, now not only out of his mind but out of himself completely. No, he shouldn't be giving into the temptation. No, he shouldn't even be talking about it. He should end the call and ignore everything that had happened. Everything.
    So why did he feel like standing on a ledge while he waited for Chase to answer?
    "It could be. That's up to you, really." Ty stared at his TV, at his wall. His eyes trained over the room, over every book, every picture, every piece of furniture. He didn't want to be given any options because he didn't trust himself enough to make the right decisions. Not now. Not with this.
    "We could've finished your picture a lot earlier," Chase suddenly said. The sipping had ended a long time ago, and so had the shuffling. He seemed to be just as still as Ty was. "We could've had it done within a few months, but I liked knowing you'd keep coming back for more. And if you wanna get your fix on my table then be my guest, I have no problem with that. But if you want pain, I can give it to you without the needle. And I can make it last a lot longer too."
    Ty couldn't help but to get aroused all over again. Just the thought of unpleasant sensations transforming into sheer bliss by the hands of the man who had positively stolen every corner of Ty's mind was like a nightmare, one Ty never wanted to wake from. And still he hesitated. He wasn't a sub. He didn't submit. He didn't bow down to anyone, didn't allow that kind of power to anyone. But just the fact that he was even considering the option was enough to tell him he probably didn't know himself all that well after all.
    "You said something about a sketch," he said, changing the subject back into something less dangerous.
    "Yeah…I'd do those highlights at the exhibition. But those should be drafted first so that you have an idea of what we're doing. You think you could come by tonight?"
    "Come by where?" Ty asked. He wasn't going to do anything stupid. He wasn't going to get hooked into the roof and spanked until his ass would scream ow! He wasn't. Not tonight anyways. He would, however, do 'his job' like Chase liked to call it and he'd do it well. And then he might actually know what it was he was supposed to do with the rest of his shrinking sanity.
    "I'm heading for work soon, so at the shop if you want. Might be kinda tight though, 'cos it's gonna be busy. Or you could come by after I close up."
    Going by during open hours would be the safest option, considering the fact that it would be strictly business and Ty wouldn't even have a chance of 'bouncing like a pony' since it was Friday and the shop was always packed on Fridays. He also had a feeling Chase had offered the chance to keep it strictly business, because Ty's hesitance wasn't exactly discreet. He could stop by, see the sketch and then that was it. No more teasing, no more playing around. No more excessive body work after the exhibition because the picture they had done would be finished. No need for him to go back.
    No need except the one he felt somewhere inside, and that need was a lot stronger than any other.
    "I'm kinda busy tonight…" Ty said, going through his schedule which actually was pretty packed. The perfect reason to skip it all together. And of course Ty would rather skip the reason than the opportunity. "I won't be there until eleven, maybe close to midnight."
    He was actually grinning while he waited for Chase's response. The guy would have to wait for him. Sit still and wait until Ty would show up. How's that for feisty?
    "I think I can keep busy until you get there." Chase finally said, loosening the knots that had somehow managed to tie themselves around Ty's muscles. And then he heard the chuckling again and after that he heard silence that seemed to cocoon around his whole being. Chase's voice was like a whisper straight against Ty's ear. "Just don't keep me waiting too long…I'm not a patient man."
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    He had thought he'd get to see a quickly drafted sketch on a piece of paper, but instead Chase had asked Ty to get rid of his shirt and started to draw straight on his skin. Faint lines of red marker formed an echo of the previous ones on Ty's forearm while he sat in the chair next to Chase's desk, his arm loosely on the desk and shirt tucked in a tight roll in his lap.
    Highlights. Chase wanted highlights. More three-dimensional, more realistic. More ink, more stinging. More