Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

pants lying a few feet from the shoes. As he bent down to pick them up, a wallet fell from the back pocket and flipped open to reveal the smiling face of one Jaime Deveraux, his lover.
    Another moan rent the air and had Shane shooting upward, pants still grasped tightly in his hand. Shane didn't bother looking for underwear. Jaime often chose to go without, teasing Shane with the idea that nothing but a zipper and thin piece of fabric kept his cock from being happily naked. But Shane was thinking anything but happy thoughts right that moment. In fact, Shane was getting progressively more angry and scared as he made his way closer to the office. Just what the fuck is going on and who the hell is that moaning?
    Just as that question entered his mind, the sound of two voices murmuring together shattered Shane's tenuous hold on anything resembling reasonable thought. With anger building in his chest, he strode forward and pushed on the slightly open door leading into the office. He froze, his heart plummeting to the ground, as he took in the scene before him.
    Jaime stood by the desk in nothing but his button down shirt and socks. Jim was crouched down in front of him, his mouth level with Jaime's cock that lay limp beneath his shirt. He was rubbing up and down Jaime's legs with a towel, each time pushing slightly higher on his thighs. Jaime had his hands on the man's shoulders but from where Shane stood he couldn't tell if he was pushing the man away or urging him on.
    Urging him on…
    Shane saw red. With a loud bang he shoved the door against the wall and strode into the room. He grabbed Jim by the hair and shoved him to one side. Jim hustled back to his feet and came at Shane bellowing, "What the fuck was that for? Are you a goddamn lunatic?
    Jaime was yelling as well. "Shane stop, what are you doing? It's not what you think!"
    Shane was panting with fury. He swung a fist at Jim's jaw, connecting with a loud thud and watched with satisfaction as Jim went down, yelling out in pain. Shane bent down and picked up the pair of pants he had dropped to the floor when he had entered the room and threw them at Jaime's face, snarling, "Cover yourself the fuck up. NOW!"
    Jim began to moan and move as if to pull himself upright again. Shane turned and ground out a warning between clenched teeth.
    "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay the fuck down there or so help me god I will beat the shit out of you."
    Turning to Shane, he glared at him and spoke in an angry rush, "Get your pants back on and get in the car Jaime."
    "Not until I help Jim up off the floor. Jesus Shane, are you crazy? What did you think was going on here? He was just helping me clean the grease off my legs. Did you even look at my pants before you threw them at me and jumped to all kinds of stupid ass assumptions? Look at them Shane. They are covered in fucking oil from the grease trap on the fryer. I spilled the shit all over me. "
    Jaime reached behind to a pair of sweat pants that Shane recognized as his own. Jaime was forever borrowing them because he liked the way they felt, had told Shane that wearing them made him feel like a piece of Shane was wrapped around him, holding him tight. Never before had Shane felt such pain at seeing a simple article of clothing.
    "I was just about to put these on, when you came in here like a fucking madman. Christ, what is wrong with you? Don't you trust me at all?
    Shane felt like his head was going to explode. He trust Jaime? Just who the hell was standing here with his dick hanging out while the fucking pervert who had been lusting after him for the last 6 months nearly had it in his mouth? How DARE he talk to Shane about trust!
    "GET IN THE FUCKING CAR JAIME!"
    Shane heard himself screaming at the top of his lungs. He was so angry…so hurt…so betrayed. He watched with growing dismay as Jaime put on the greased pants and then threw the sweatpants at his chest. Then with all the dignity he could muster, Jaime turned and bent down extending his hand toward the man on the floor who was watching the entire episode unfold with what looked like both shock and just a bit of guilt. Shane felt as though any moment the floor would open up and swallow him straight down to hell. For this was what he imagined hell to be…Jaime turning away from him to be with another man. He clutched at the sweatpants and tried one last time to make Jaime come with him. This time, with as much control as possible, he spoke in carefully