Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

stared at me, looking rather pale. "Why are you nervous?"
    I shrugged. "Because...because...I feel like something's changed. But I'm not really sure what...and maybe it's just me."
    I made myself look into his eyes. Had he felt something during that kiss as well?
    We regarded each other silently for a long time, the tension in the room substantial. Finally, he sighed, looking down at the desk. "It wasn't just you, Tyson. But...I don't know what to do now." he said, his voice shaky and hesitant.
    My breath sped up. Was he admitting what I suspected? I got up, walking carefully around my desk, until I stood near him. "Um, well...you could kiss me again...if you want to." Did I really say that? I stared at him, waiting.
    He nodded. "I want to." His eyes met mine. "But I don't think I can move."
    I laughed suddenly, at his, our, awkwardness. This was so ridiculous, but so amazing at the same time. I moved closer. He stood a couple of inches taller than me, so I had to look up at him. "Are you sure?"
    His eyes blazed green fire into mine. "Yes." he said very quietly.
    "Then kiss me."
    His breath hitched. His hand came around the back of my head, fingers slipping into my short hair, as he bent his mouth to mine.
    When our lips touched this time, I swear to God a tiny flame ignited somewhere inside me. I opened my lips and he kissed me deeper. That little flame grew quickly into something bigger, wilder and less contained.
    I grabbed his hips and pressed against him. The kiss became even more enthusiastic. His hand slid down my back to my ass. He squeezed it, pulling me closer. My breaths came quick and hard.
    He broke away from me finally, gasping and trembling, his need for this taking us both by surprise. We stared at each other, astonished, as we tried to catch our breath.
    "Holy shit." I said.
    "Is this okay?" he said nervously. "I mean, I don't want to push you into anything."
    Instead of answering his question, I kept my eyes locked on his as I took the hand that was on my ass and placed it over the rock hard bulge in my pants. His fingers wrapped around my clothed erection eagerly. I moaned a little bit.
    His mouth dropped open. He rubbed me firmly and swore. "Jesus...it's been so long..."
    I closed my eyes briefly at the pleasure this gave me, then opened them. "Since what?" I asked, my voice husky and lust-filled.
    He blushed. "Since I touched another guy's dick..."
    What? I stared at him for a moment. "Mikhos, you are just full of surprises, aren't you? You've done this before?"
    He nodded. "A few times. In high school."
    I ran my hand down the front of his shirt and found his own cock straining against his uniform pants. "Why did you stop?"
    He gasped. He grabbed my hand, pressing it against him. "I thought I was supposed to have a girlfriend."
    "Take off your shirt."
    He did as I'd asked while I quickly unbuttoned mine and let it drop.
    "You can have anything you want, Mikhos." I said.
    "I want...I want to fuck you, Tyson. Right now." His green eyes flamed wildly in the dim light of the small basement office. And, let me tell you, these words coming out of Mikhos' mouth sent me into heart palpitations.
    I concealed my eagerness and nodded. "Good. Because that's what I was going to suggest."
    And suddenly things began to move very quickly. He spun me around and bent me over my own desk, his hands fumbling with my belt.
    "Oh, fuck yes...Mikhos, I've wanted you to do this for a very long time." I panted, my whole body on edge for something I never thought would happen.
    He pulled my pants down roughly and I felt his warm hands on my smooth behind. "Oh, Jesus, Tyson, you have the most perfect ass...worth waiting for..."
    He squeezed with both hands and spread my cheeks, making me gasp and curse.
    "I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe this is happening." I murmured, my head swinging back and forth in amazement.
    Then one of his hands left me and came down hard on my ass cheek. It made a loud sound in the small room.
    I yelped as the desire surged.
    "I'm sorry - shit, did I hurt you?" He said anxiously, smoothing the stinging skin with his hand.
    "No, fuck it, do it again, Mikhos..." I panted desperately.
    He made a sound of both need and surprise, and then he spanked me again. And again.
    I growled. This was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever experienced. "Oh my god. Oh my god."
    Then I thought of something. I reached over the desk and pulled the side drawer open, grabbing a condom from my stash. I