Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

Or maybe it was to possibly knock the shit out of him when he was finally finished speaking. Of course for Jaime to do that, meant Shane would have to stop long enough to actually take a breath to replenish what little oxygen was making it to his brain.
    "…and then there's this whole lifeguard thing, I mean don't get me wrong it IS admittedly one of the hottest professions around next to firefighters but I mean DUDE—after 4 years in college you couldn't come up with something a little bit more future oriented…"
    Jaime reached out and put a finger over Shane's lips. Shane was vaguely surprised that the other man's ears hadn't begun to bleed from the endless babble that was pouring unchecked from Shane's traitorous mouth. Panting slightly, Shane still tried to speak. Somehow, someway he had to fix the unintelligible mess that he had just vomited all over the man. The very man whom he was pretty sure was in fact his soul mate. Holy shit when did I start to use words like soul mate? Oh my god I am so fucked! Shane was pretty sure he had traveled to another dimension. Wait, what was that noise? Shut up asshole—he's trying to say something!
    Jaime was indeed speaking. Shane tried to focus on the words but he couldn't seem to get past Jaime's opening statement. THE opening statement that had included:
    "I'm pretty sure that somewhere along the way I fell in love with you too."
    Wait…wait. Back up. Did he just say what I think he said? Did he just say he fell in?
    "And about the lifeguard gig…I didn't want to tell you till I was sure but the job offer came through today. Meet the new management trainee for Café Miletto ."
    Café Miletto? That was one of the swankiest places in San Diego. Oh my god! Jaime was going to be working at a restaurant that was located just a few miles from Shane's apartment! He didn't have to say goodbye to him. He didn't have to think of going back to his apartment and living a life that didn't include seeing the man he loved every day.
    "I know this all seems sudden. And I understand if it's too soon but I've never felt this way about anyone before. I can't seem to stop thinking about you. Can't stop wanting to be with you, to touch you, to kiss you."
    Jaime's lips hovered just above Shane's mouth. The two men stared into each other's eyes for just a moment and then Shane moved that last precious inch and the world seemed to explode. Mouths crashed into one another, bodies pressed tight against each other, hips grinding together in a frantic rhythm. When the two finally broke apart, Jaime pulled back only long enough to grab the back of Shane's head and pull it in close enough to whisper: "Fuck the walk on the beach, if I don't get inside you right this minute I am going to cum in my pants. Are you with me Shane? Are you ready for this?" Jaime thrust his pelvis hard against Shane's leaking erection causing him to whimper out his agreement. Grabbing Shane by the wrist, Jaime pulled him into the building. Jaime hit the main lobby at top speed, almost running toward the elevator with a dazed and besotted Shane in tow.
    Once the large steel door had slid shut, Jaime turned and began to assault Shane's mouth once again, this time reaching down between their straining bodies to cup Shane's sizeable erection. Mere seconds went by before the bell pinged to indicate they had reached their destination. Jaime pulled back, still cupping Shane's cock in his hand, and said in a lust-ridden voice, "Do you want to know what I'm going to do to you when I get you back to my room? What I've been wanting to do ever since I saw you on the beach that first day?" Shane nodded his head, barely breathing, arching his cock further into Jaime's hot hand. Jaime leaned in, stroking over Shane's rock hard shaft, and whispered: "I'm going to take this bad boy out and suck him until you cum down my throat. Would you like that Shane?" Shane's only answer was another strangled moan. Then the elevator doors opened and Jaime took his hand and led him out into the light of the corridor.
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    As soon as the door to Jaime's room snapped shut, Shane felt himself pushed against the wall in a blistering kiss. They began fumbling at the other's clothing, frantically pulling and snatching up bits of fabric to get at the skin that lay beneath. Breaking their lip lock briefly, they tore off their shirts, kicked off shoes and reached out once more to grab at waistbands and zippers.
    "Too many fucking clothes", groaned Shane as