Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

the young whippersnapper behind the counter. It was their loss that this whippersnapper didn't actually care whether the pot got sold, and could just hold the line. He'd found most of them eventually made the purchase at the full price anyway.
    The afternoon was dragging on. He and Josh hadn't had a real private moment since they had sucked each other crazy and then rushed through separate showers. Josh hadn't been lying about his oral skills. He might not have been the most technically skilled lover Trey had ever had, but he came close. The fact that this was Josh , paying sweet, rapt attention that said Trey's pleasure was the most vital thing to him– that was infinitely sexier than any other guy with an agile tongue and no gag reflex. Trey had finally come so hard he'd almost passed out. And then it had been his turn to see how hard he could make Josh finish. At the end, when Josh had been begging and shaking, Josh had reached down and tried to pull Trey's mouth off him to come. But Trey had just swallowed him down, loving the tastes and sound and smells of Josh coming deep in his throat.
    Josh got all worried and insisted he would get tested again the instant he got home. Trey'd pointed out the tiny amount of risk, promised to test again too even if he hadn't fucked around the way Josh had, and shut him up with a kiss. They'd lain there, their bodies twined in a tight embrace. Trey had felt loved and taken and filled with Josh's cum, and nothing was going to spoil that moment. They'd drifted, getting close to sleep together, until the pony's whinny from the field reminded them that chores and work awaited.
    Trey sighed and stepped closer to the display counter. Just thinking about being in bed with Josh was making him hard again. He'd been very glad of the concealment of the waist-high wooden case all day. But despite the sweetness of their morning together, and that undeniable heat, he was also still floating on an air of unreality. This was his fantasy from high-school and college and all the years afterward. I meet Josh somewhere, and he reveals to me that he's gay too, and he's really always loved me. He kisses me and says we'll be together forever. After tenth grade he'd added the sucks me until I explode part, and hey, they'd done that too. But Trey still couldn't make himself quite believe it.
    He turned to the customer who was tapping on the case, asking about the amethyst rings. Trey didn't know amethyst from coal, but he pulled out the tray and let her look through it. Amethyst appeared to be purple. Lavender even. Who knew. Should he pick out an amethyst ring for Josh and ask the man to wear it? Would that make it sink in?
    He snorted at himself, and the customer looked up at him in surprise, then hastily put back the ring she'd been inspecting and picked up the previous one. Oops, sorry lady. It's not you, it's me. He held back another snort. Don't scare off the customers.
    By the time they closed the doors he was exhausted and restless, which wasn't a good combination. He stepped out into the cooling daylight and waited for Josh to set the alarm and lock up behind them. Clouds had moved in but there were still a couple of hours before sundown. "We should go somewhere," he said.
    Josh stared at him. "I was thinking chores, grabbing a bite, and flipping a coin between your bed and mine."
    That sounded good too, but Trey shook his head. "I don't want to just head back to bed with you."
    "I don't get it." Josh tentatively touched his arm. "I thought after this morning, we were good."
    Trey caught Josh's fingers in a firm grip, glanced around the empty parking area, and then moved that warm strong hand to his ass. He put his hand flat over Josh's to keep it there. "We are. I do want you. Hell, you know that, you've been laughing at me popping a boner all day. But I don't want this to be about sex, or at least not just about sex. We have two days and I feel like I hardly know you."
    "We've been together almost a week. We've talked about a lot of shit."
    "The unimportant stuff, yeah." Trey shrugged. "Or maybe it is important to know that you love the Mets and you still drink your coffee black and that you are still cheaper than dirt even though you don't agree with your father about much of anything else. But that's not all I want to know."
    Josh rubbed Trey's ass with gentle circles and moved in closer. "Ask me then."
    "Not here. Not now. Fuck." Trey turned away. "I'm turning into such a girl. I don't