Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

dozing in the aftermath, just the closeness of each other's body had led to a frantic session of wrestling and touching that had made him spill again on Trey's hip, while Trey's cum soaked the sheets. Josh could live forever with that. He would feel like he'd died and gone to heaven to have that in his life. But what if it wasn't enough for Trey?
    Josh wasn't scared of fucking. At least, he didn't think he was. It wasn't like he could claim some kind of psychological trauma to be overcome by therapy and true love. He just wasn't turned on by it. For Stef, he hadn't been willing to really try to get past that. For Trey he would. But could you make yourself like something? If he put a woman's shoe next to Trey's dick and fondled it through every blow job, could he create a shoe fetish? Was he maybe overthinking this?
    He almost missed his freeway exit in the image of a spiked heel standing on Trey's taut stomach. Damn. Was there something wrong with him that he was beginning to think it would be easier to develop a shoe fetish than to like ass sex? Not that he didn't like Trey's ass. Because that was one of the seven wonders of nature. He just didn't want to fuck it. But maybe he would, alone with Trey and naked. Maybe things would change, when it was Trey. He really, really hoped they would.
    He remembered Stef's light voice in the night. "Josh, baby, you know we're not really exclusive, right? We never actually promised that. I like you a lot; you're my guy. But sometimes I want to just get fucked into the mattress by a big hard man, you know? Or come inside some hot, tight ass. Just real, raunchy sex. It's not like I'm going to fall for the guy, okay? I just love to fuck."
    But it hadn't been okay. In the end it had split them up. Josh wondered with a touch of desperation how far he would go to prevent that with Trey. Not just to keep Trey from leaving but to keep him satisfied. For a moment he envied women for being able to fake it.
    He checked the GPS on the dashboard. He was getting close. And stupidly obsessing over sex when all the other obstacles they might face were far more relevant. He stepped on the gas, suddenly needing to see Trey again. It would all seem much more possible if he was actually holding Trey.
    Trey's car was in the carport when he pulled up. Josh put his rental in the driveway and got out, stretching his cramped legs. Next time maybe he'd even upgrade from the economy model and get the fucking cruise control. Trey opened the front door as Josh was getting his bag out of the back.
    Then the damned man just stood there, already changed into running shorts and a tight T-shirt, and made Josh look at him for the whole ten-yard walk from the drive to the door. By the time Josh made it to the front porch his jeans already felt tight. Trey grabbed Josh's shirtfront and wrangled them both back into the dim hallway. Josh kicked at the door, staggering under the impact of Trey's body on his. The front door slammed behind them. Good enough. Josh dropped his bag to free his arms for a hug, and lost himself in a kiss. Trey pushed him up against the wall, and Josh gave up all attempts at planning. He opened his mouth and let Trey take anything he wanted.
    Somehow they made it to the bedroom, with both T-shirts discarded along their path. Trey had his tongue in Josh's mouth whenever their lips met, and between those moments his teeth would graze Josh's collarbone or he would plant a wet kiss on Josh's neck. His hands were everywhere, tuning every nerve ending in Josh's body to high alert. Josh tried to give the same back, in breathless kisses to Trey's jaw and fingers digging into the expanse of hard toned flesh that was Trey's chest.
    Beside the bed they paused, panting. Trey muttered, "Naked. Now. Slow some other time."
    "Yeah."
    Trey was apparently not wearing anything under those shorts, because he shucked them with an impatient shove of his hands, and a wriggle that dropped the silky fabric to the floor and left him naked in front of Josh. For a moment all Josh could do was look and wonder. All of that, just for me.
    Trey reached impatiently for Josh's belt. "Come on; less clothes." Josh batted his hands away and stripped fast. There was that awkward moment peeling off his socks, bent over otherwise naked. Then he straightened and looked at Trey. Trey didn't give him time to worry, or even catch his breath, before Josh was being grabbed and borne down to the bed. He laughed in pleasure, locking Trey