Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

small cubbyhole where they'd hidden as the door above opened. Mac grabbed onto Grayson's arm and pulled him back into the safety of the covered alcove. Grayson turned and melted against Mac, his hands searching Mac's body, rubbing, pinching and petting. Mac hadn't expected this type of reaction. Only moments ago Grayson was frigid, and now the heat rolling off of him had Mac turned on, but danger loomed near, forcing Mac to pull back. Grayson stopped dead still. Too dark to make out his features, Mac could only guess what rolled through his friend's head.
    Mac leaned in, whispering in his ear. "Babe, people are coming down the stairs. Fuck, I want you so bad."
    The noise on the stairs quieted as the priests made their way into the room where the other men had gone. A door in the basement shut and Mac pushed Grayson forward. They snuck upstairs, not saying a word as they slipped back into their tiny room. The door shut behind Mac, Grayson with his body turned away. Mac locked the door, giving them some privacy. They could do this without making noise, though they needed to talk.
    Grayson flinched when Mac touched his shoulder. Neither moved, Mac waited for Grayson to turn around. After a long moment, Grayson breathed out a heavy sigh and turned, his gaze downcast. Slowly his gaze rose. Lust mixed with shame clouded his normally bright blue eyes.
    "Grayson," Mac moaned and pulled him into a tight hug. They clung to each other, Mac dropping quick kisses on Grayson's head. "I don't understand either."
    Grayson shuddered, his shoulders shaking like he was crying. "I can't tell you how many times I've fantasized about you. About kissing you, touching you, licking your body, going down and sucking you."
    Mac stilled, and he swore his heart skipped a beat. How long had Grayson wanted him? He'd had no clue, but now that the beast had climbed out of the closet the urge to pull up Grayson's priest robes, rip off his friend's pants and bury his dick into the little guy's ass filled him. Heat washed over him, surprised by the ferocity of his desire.
    "You're not saying anything." Grayson started to pull away and Mac held him tight, not allowing him to move.
    "Sorry, just thinking about pulling off your pants, holding you down and fucking you till I passed out."
    Grayson shivered as he skimmed his hands over Mac's body, grazing over Mac's muscular frame. The first brush of Grayson's fingers over his cock stole the air from Mac's lungs, the second sent a rush of blood through Mac's body, thundering in his ears, blocking out any sound. Heady with passion Mac pushed Grayson onto the bed, pinning his partner underneath him.
    He lifted up on one elbow, making sure Grayson was okay with his explorations. The look of pleasure on Grayson's face made Mac smile.
    "We're going to hell for this," Grayson said.
    Mac ran his tongue down Grayson's neck, pausing at the string of rosary beads. "Why do you say that?"
    "We're in a monastery lying about being priests, and now we're about to have sex. Two guys. Do you know what kind of fit they would have if they found out about us?"
    Mac chuckled, his tongue flicking Grayson's earlobe. The moan that the little swipe of his tongue elicited sent hot desire through Mac's body. He licked again, this time grinding his hips against Grayson's hot cock.
    "Fuck, you are big," Mac whispered.
    "What do you mean?"
    "I never knew."
    "What?" Grayson plastered his hand on Mac's chest. "What are you talking about?"
    "Fuck boy, why didn't you tell me you were hung like this?" Mac reached down and grabbed onto Grayson's fatty, stroking the thick meat through his robes and pants.
    Grayson's face went pink and he batted his eyelids shyly. Mac didn't want to hold back any longer. He kissed Grayson, plunging deep into Grayson's mouth, their tongues twisted, their bodies straining together as they groped each other.
    "Hell, these clothes have to go," Mac said.
    He jumped up off the bed, tossed his priest collar across the room and peeled off his robes. Having sex in a monastery went beyond strange, but what the hell, it wasn't like he was Catholic anyway.
    Grayson stripped out of his clothes. The air in Mac's lungs stilled as he watched Grayson reveal his lily-white ass and his thick cock. The size had Mac nervous as he thought of the thing plowing his backside.
    "What's wrong?" Grayson asked as he slid up next to Mac, his sizeable cock brushing up against Mac's leg.
    "Nothing is wrong."
    "You look scared."
    "I am." Mac's