Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

mouth and body and skillful touches of his hands, that his scruples were unnecessary. And the man had accumulated some serious skills in that department. Trey responded in kind, but didn't quite let himself drown in it. Eventually he pulled loose again.
    "Okay. Bed." At the rakish look Josh gave him he emphasized, "Separately. And I want a shower first."
    Josh's eyes tracked down to where Trey's erection was straining painfully against his jeans. "Tell me you're not going to take care of that in the shower. I don't see why you won't let me get on my knees and do it for you."
    Trey's eyes almost crossed at that picture, but he shook his head. "Not yet. Please, Josh."
    He hadn't meant to beg, but it was clearly the right thing, because Josh stopped reaching for him and nodded. "And tomorrow?"
    "What happens, happens."
    Josh's grin was feral in the moonlight. "That sounds like a challenge."
    Trey said tiredly, "It's not meant to be." An acknowledgment of surrender, maybe.
    "I'm sorry." Now Josh did grab him but it was a brusque guy-hug, bracing and comforting. "I'm a selfish bastard with no patience, you know that. Go have your shower. But maybe save me some hot water?"
    "I can do that." Not like it was going to take him more than a couple of minutes to jerk off, once he let himself go.
    The water streamed over Trey's head in a comforting rush. His body throbbed with tension. He was as hard as he'd ever been, and a couple of rough pulls with the image of Josh dropping to his knees was more than enough to make him spill over his fist. Afterward he leaned against the tiles and wondered why the hell he'd opted for that instead of the real thing. Clearly his head was still more screwed up than he thought. He stepped out, dried off, and knocked on Josh's door on the way to his room. "Bathroom's yours."
    Josh called thanks, but didn't open his door until after Trey's was closed. Trey tossed the towel over his pillow for his still-wet hair, and climbed into bed in his boxers. Down the hall he heard the shower come on. He was exhausted and confused, and under that was a terrified elation he was trying not to acknowledge. He lay on the soft sheets, counting his breaths and not letting his thoughts wander, until the water shut off, doors clicked, and the house was still. He stopped counting then, but for a long time afterwards his mind chased the elusive edges of sleep with images of Josh cycling in an endless slideshow through his brain.
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    Josh woke to the early light streaming in his window. He felt unaccountably logy and tired, until a glance at his bedside clock told him it was only six a.m.. He was about to drift back to sleep when his memory caught up with him. He sat up abruptly, unsure whether to cheer, scream or throw up. Had he really outed himself to Felix? And declared his love to Trey? He wasn't sure which one was scarier. No, that was a lie. Trey was definitely scarier, especially if it turned out he really didn't return the feeling. But Trey had said he'd been in love with Josh for years. So surely they could work it out?
    Josh wondered what would happen if he just marched into Trey's room and climbed into bed with him. His dick was very optimistic about that scenario, but his head reminded him he'd promised to give Trey space. That idea seemed dumber than ever in the morning light, especially because their remaining few days together here were getting shorter by the hour. But he'd promised.
    He lay down slowly and deliberately, pulling up the covers. He'd almost managed to find oblivion when his door clicked. He jerked his head up and saw the door gradually swing open. For a long minute Trey just stood in the doorway and they looked at each other. Josh held his breath and let his eyes roam over Trey's body. He'd seen the man almost naked yesterday, wearing nothing but a Speedo and salt water. Yet that was somehow different from having Trey standing in his bedroom door with his dark hair tousled and a pair of blue boxers sagging low on his hips.
    For a minute, Josh was almost intimidated by the perfection of his best friend's body. As teenagers they'd both been skinny and wiry, although fit enough from baseball and swimming and generally horsing around outside. But while Josh had stayed lean, Trey's body showed the effect of some serious gym time. His biceps were rounded, his stomach had the ripples of a six-pack, his thighs were thicker and stronger than Josh's. Trey's pecs were flat and sculpted, his nipples