Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

found the air in his lungs suddenly burning hot. He swallowed thickly.
    In the distance Rufus answered. "I reckon we might just need to run out and pick something up. Come on fellas." And then there was a flurry of footsteps and the soft thump of the front door closing. Peter never looked away from Hinata's face.
    "You thought I was a girl."
    Peter nodded, his gaze still hot, but dipping now from Hinata's eyes to trace along the line of his nose to his lips and back again. "I surely did." Peter's voice had gone deep and growly again.
    Hinata's insides jumbled over themselves like dancers in a first year recital. "I am not a girl." The words came out each thinner than the last until the final one was nearly transparent.
    "I reckon not." Peter's face loomed closer as he set a hand on the edge of the couch and stretched his long torso sideways.
    "Does that matter?" Hinata rose up higher on his knees.
    "I reckon we're about to find out." Peter leaned a touch further, ending his words with his lips against Hinata's. Pressing forward, Hinata's head whirled with a kaleidoscope of colors from the heated blue of Peter's eyes to the dark blond of his hair to the sweet pink of his lips. Something moist and firm pressed against his lips.
    Hinata gasped. "What are you doing?"
    Peter pulled back slightly, his eyes twinkling now. "Finding out if it matters or not to me that you're another guy."
    Then he leaned back in, and suddenly his other hand was there, sliding along Hinata's jaw. "Open for me." The words were accompanied by a nip to Hinata's lower lip, and the steady pressure of Peter's thumb in the corner of Hinata's mouth. Hinata's brain clicked over. He let his jaw fall open as his eyes slipped shut. Peter's tongue stole inside, mapping out the hidden crevices of Hinata's mouth until Hinata was gasping for breath. He wrenched his mouth away, realizing three things simultaneously. He had one hand balled into a fist with a bit of Peter's thin T-shirt clutched inside it, his other hand was wrapped under and around Peter's neck while he keened into Peter's mouth, and the hand Peter had wrapped around a very private portion of Hinata's anatomy was stroking a lazy rhythm which exactly matched the ebb and flow of Hinata's noises.
    Peter hummed, a rich note of satisfaction in the noise, and then he murmured against Hinata's lips. "I reckon not."
    Hinata pulled back far enough from Peter's face to focus on his eyes. "Wha-what?"
    Peter pushed and pulled on the piece of Hinata he had such a delicious grip on twice more before he answered. "I reckon it doesn't matter to me one bit that you ain't a girl. Except it makes some things a darn site easier to figure out, as I'm right familiar with the equipment." His eyes grew impossibly hotter. Hinata whimpered, thrusting forward into the warm strength that held him. Peter released him momentarily to pull him up onto the couch, more guiding than lifting or pulling really, and arranged Hinata in a strategically placed sprawl. The lazy stroking motions resumed, and within a handful of heartbeats Hinata's vision went white and every muscle in his body coiled tight enough to spring him from his own skin. He cried out, bucking against Peter unheedingly, blinded to everything but his own pleasure.
    Peter's voice was a low purr when he spoke again, lifting his hand toward his mouth. "No, I reckon we'll do just fine together." Then Peter stuck his tongue out to lap curiously at his hand. A flicker of pleasure crossed his face, and he began lapping at his hand in earnest. After a moment he paused.
    "Do you want to try some? Though I reckon you may have done so already…" Hinata's cheeks caught fire. He ducked his head, shaking it rapidly from side to side.
    "No. No I never. I was… I read about the flower maidens, and I thought I would like to wait for—" His voice deserted him entirely.
    "Me. You waited for me?" Peter's hands slid into Hinata's hair, gripping the long strands and tilting Hinata's head until his eyes met Hinata's. His voice dropped another half octave.
    Hinata shivered. "Yes. I waited for you."
    Peter's grin was wild, wicked, and full of latent promise. He leaned down to kiss the tip of Hinata's nose, and then brushed his mouth against Hinata's as he spoke. "Well. I'll have to make sure I make it worth the wait then, won't I?" He tucked Hinata in closer to him. "Why don't you tell me about your studio… and about how you knew I studied dance."
    Hinata turned his face, drawing in