Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

looked real good out there. Uhm, running and all…you know down the beach…when you were, uhm, rescuing…that uh…that uh…woman and everything…"
    OH MY GOD! He was babbling—fucking babbling! This guy was going to think he was a lunatic! Disgusted, Shane started to turn, readying himself to accept defeat graciously and try to salvage what little pride he had left before the guy laughed in his face. But just as he began to move, he saw Jaime's mouth twitch, and then it happened. A smile…Jaime smiled…a drop dead, gorgeous smile. And it was for him! Jaime was smiling at him! Suddenly the world was just a little brighter. The tight, anxious feeling that had wrapped itself around Shane's heart lifted and he could breathe again. Shane didn't stop to analyze it, he just enjoyed it—enjoyed basking in that beautiful smile. Suddenly, he realized that Jaime was speaking again.
    "Listen, I know we just met and all but I was wondering if you might be free a little later for din…?
    "YES!" Had he just shouted that? " I mean, uh sure, dinner—you were talking about dinner right?" Good god, he was sweating bullets. What was wrong with him? He never acted like this!
    Jaime chuckled and took a step closer to Shane. "Great! How about I meet you on the patio at 7 o'clock. I'm done with my shift at 6 and that will give me enough time for a quick shower and change. Does that work for you?"
    Shane didn't register anything Jaime was saying because he was lost. He had fallen, deep into those baby blue eyes and simply gotten lost. Without thinking, he reached out his two fingers and swept a lock of hair away from Jaime's eyes. He heard the other man's quick intake of breath and began to jerk his hand away. Quick as lightening, Jaime's hand whipped up and grabbed his, holding it tight. It was now Shane's turn to gasp as Jaime dove in and his lips locked onto Shane's, probing gently, sweetly. Shane felt a jolt race right to his groin. He leaned into the kiss, sucking at Jaime's lower lip as if it were a lifeline. Jaime's tongue pressed gently against Shane's mouth, seeking entry. With an audible moan, he opened his lips to receive it, his own tongue seeking to do battle. Shane felt two steel bands wrap around his torso, pulling him in tight and a hot stiff prick rub up against his own equally hard shaft.
    The two men rocked together one light as the sun, the other dark as night, in what could only be described as a motion just shy of full-on sex. Slowly they broke away from each other, breathing heavily, still wrapped in each other's arms.
    "Hi, I'm Jaime."
    "Hi, I'm Shane."
    The two of them smiled at each other. Shane dipped in for another brief kiss.
    "I have to get back. Rob will be wondering where I am."
    "Okay."
    Neither man moved. Once more, Shane leaned forward and slowly kissed Jaime's soft lips.
    "Okay, then, I guess I'm going now."
    "Uh-huh."
    This time Jaime swooped down, using his hand to pull Shane's head in for a long, slow kiss. This time when he pulled back, he whispered softly:
    "See you at 7--don't be late."
    "7…right."
    With one last lingering kiss, Jaime turned and jogged down the beach, stopping after a few yards and turning back to wave at Shane. Shane raised a hand to wave in return and then slowly dropped it down to his lips, pressing his fingertips against them as if to trap the warmth of that last kiss. He closed his eyes for just a moment, savoring the memory of Jaime's hot body pressing against his own. He could feel his dick lengthening as if every drop of blood in his body was heading south to pool in his groin. Opening his eyes, Shane was now very certain of two things. First, he had a raging hard-on. Second, this thing he was feeling might just be a bit more than lust.
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    The week had flown by. One dinner had turned into lunch every day, stolen moments of frantic kisses and groping hands in the shadows. Dinners and walks on the beach and long, intimate goodbyes. With each encounter, they grew more comfortable with each other. Tomorrow, Shane would be heading home. Back to the job he hated, the one he was "settling" for to appease his bastard of a father. Over the last 6 days the only bright light in an otherwise dismal future had been the thoughts of spending time with Jaime.
    Shane paced back and forth on the patio, checking his watch every few minutes as if by sheer force of will he could make time move faster. Almost 7pm now. Any moment Jaime would appear and the anxious feeling that had