Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

right now." Trey squirmed onto his side and reached for the box of tissues. They each managed a half-hearted mop up. Then Trey tossed his handful over his shoulder and doubled a pillow up under his head. Josh rolled up next to him so they could talk face to face. Trey threw a leg over Josh's thigh and laced their fingers together, pulling Josh's hand against his chest. Trey met Josh's eyes and then dropped his gaze to their linked hands. He raised Josh's fingers to his lips and pressed a kiss home. He took a deep breath. "This still doesn't feel real, you know. I've imagined it for so long, it's like some kind of delusional fantasy."
    Josh tried to keep it light. "I've always thought you were kind of deluded."
    "If I'm deluded, then I'm going to wake up back in my condo, eating two dozen cookies all by myself while you run Aunt Julie's store here on your own."
    "Not a chance." Josh shuddered at the thought. "You're sane, completely sane, and you'll be manning the cash register in a couple of hours."
    Trey chuckled, He moved a little closer and let go of Josh's hand to trace lightly over his shoulder and arm. "Now what?"
    "Before or after I make you pass out from the next best blow job of your life?"
    "Boasting much?"
    "Try me."
    "Ngh." Josh noticed that little grunt of Trey's was accompanied by a definite twitch of renewed interest. But Trey added, "I meant later."
    "Today's Friday. Aunt Julie and Uncle Ted get back Sunday morning. My flight out of L.A. is Sunday evening."
    "Doesn't give us much time."
    "So we won't waste it. And then we'll figure something long-term out. I swear, this won't be all there is."
    Trey nodded slowly. Josh wasn't sure the man was convinced they were in this to stay. For all Trey's talk of loving Josh since they were kids, Trey kept backing off. Josh needed to convince him that this was it. This wasn't some whim or new attraction but a kind of coming home for Josh too. It had to be, to make him feel like nothing else in the world mattered. Sure they had differences, sure there would be obstacles, but since he'd said those words to Trey that he'd never said to anyone else, even Stef, Josh had been certain. Loving Trey, knowing this was it, had centered Josh right in the heart of the universe. Now he just needed Trey to be as sure.
    He didn't know what else he could say, or do. Coming out to his parents would no doubt help, but he felt a little ill at the thought. He would do it, but he was so, so glad they would have a couple of days of peace first. For right now, all he could think of was to slide down in the bed and lay a kiss on the sticky head of Trey's dick where it lay against his thigh. Trey made a quiet sound and laid his hands lightly back on Josh's head. Trey's dick wasn't hard, and that was good. Josh took the whole of it in his mouth, rolling warm soft flesh over his tongue. But it wasn't long before Trey responded to that touch and Josh had to come up for air. He kissed Trey's wrist and then the fuzzy curve of his thigh. Then Josh reached back in memory for all the other things Stefan had taught him in almost a year together, to make good on his boast about the second blowjob.
    CHAPTER 6
    Trey looked around and caught sight of Josh over by the china cabinets, showing a customer the clever inserts in a silverware drawer. Josh looked so damned good. They'd managed two rounds of hot hungry-mouthed sex, the second a long, slow exchange of pleasure that finished up even more explosive than the first time, and yet all that hadn't done anything to assuage the heat he felt every time he looked at Josh. Even in a pair of cheap slacks and a basic button-down, Josh pulled Trey's attention like a magnet. The way he was standing, bent over just enough to outline the curve of his ass through the khaki– damn. Trey tried to adjust himself unobtrusively. As if drawn by Trey's gaze, Josh looked up and their eyes met. That teasing little smile said Josh had noticed the awkward way Trey was sitting. And liked it. Damn.
    Trey got back to his feet. The store had been busy all day. There weren't a lot of customers but the ones who were there seemed to be in search of their personal holy grails, and then determined to bargain until the cows came home to get a few pennies off the price. When you were buying a chipped enamel pot for two dollars, why it was worth ten minutes to try to get fifty cents knocked off was beyond him. Maybe it was the entertainment value, or the rush of getting the better of