Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

up to either side of his chest, exposing his aching hole.
    "You ready for me Shane?"
    Shane whimpered. Nodding his head, he pulled back even further and reached down to grasp his freely leaking cock. Jaime moved into place against Shane's hole and began to slowly push in. Shane felt the growing fullness that told him his lover was entering and began to fist himself in time with the gentle thrusts. Jaime leaned over him and began suckling a nipple, pulling the tender bit into a hardened point. Shane's head thrashed back and forth as ripple after ripple of acute pleasure shimmied down his spine straight to his groin. As his lover kissed his way across his chest to suck in his other nipple, Shane pushed up against Jaime and began to plead for more.
    "Harder, Jaime, harder."
    Jaime began to thrust against Shane roughly, pulling away from his chest and reaching down to slap the man's hand away from his cock. Grasping Shane in his fist he began to pull in time with his thrusts, slamming against him harder and harder. His cock swelled and his balls drew up tight against his body.
    "Now, Shane, come for me now!"
    With a guttural cry of ecstasy, Shane arched his back and came with explosive force. At the same time, Jaime's rhythm stuttered, breaking off into jerky spasms as he climaxed and poured forth hot cum. Panting, Jaime collapsed atop Shane and lazily began to kiss him on the lips; both men lay caressing each other, in seeming perfect bliss.
    A few minutes later, Jaime carefully grasped the end of the condom, and pulled out of Shane's body. He went into the bathroom to clean up. Returning a moment later with a warm, wet washcloth, he gently bathed Shane and then tossed the rag toward the bathroom door. Both men climbed under the comforter and turned to one another, cradling each other, kissing once more. As they lay together, Shane spoke:
    "I know how this sounds…I know in another place and another time this could never seem real but here, now, I have never been more sure of anything than I am of this…I love you. I love you and I want to be with you. No matter what it takes, no matter what I have to do, when I leave tomorrow, I want you to be with me.
    Jaime looked at the man in his arms.
    "Just try leaving without me. "
    Shane reached over and lovingly brushed the blond strands away from his lover's eyes one more time. Closing his eyes, he nestled against his broad chest and sighed contentedly.
    The two fell asleep in each other's arms.
    ****
    Present Day
    A few hours after Shane hung up the phone, he turned off the light on his desk and grabbed his messenger bag. Locking the office door behind him, he headed out to pick up Jaime. Deep in his heart he knew that tonight would be either a new beginning or the beginning of the end. They simply could not go on as they had been, like two ships passing in the night, barely seeing one another, rarely making love. As Shane walked across the parking lot to his car, he began recalling all that he and Jaime had been through together.
    Over the last six years the love Shane and Jaime had declared so dramatically to each other met many challenges. In fact, Jaime did indeed have a "future-oriented" career in mind and the pursuit of that career was, more often than not, a source of great conflict in their partnership. Jaime was not only in love with Shane but also with the idea of one day managing his own restaurant. Over the years, every spare moment he had was given to the pursuit of that goal. For Shane, giving up his dream of becoming a master tattoo artist had left him slightly bitter and disillusioned. In the midst of all that however, he'd remained faithful to Jaime and thought that Jaime had done so as well. Their partnership was based on love and trust.
    Was, that is, until Jaime had left Café Miletto and gone to work for the one and only Jim Hadrian, owner and manager of Whispers, an intensely popular restaurant in Hollywood, California. Now, along with a killer commute, Jaime was working double the hours he had before, predominantly with Jim. Jim was a remarkably handsome man and almost 15 years older than Jaime, rich, successful and gay. He drew people to him like moths to a flame. Shane secretly feared that Jaime had become one of those moths, although he desperately hoped that he was wrong.
    Ever since Jim had come onto the scene, Jaime had become distant. Often he seemed preoccupied, and was rarely at home before 10 or 11 at night. Once there, he was barely able