Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

asked as they finished dessert and Staff waited for the waiter to bring his receipt and credit card. "Where you're from?"
    "Why? Do you define yourself by where you're from or what you do for a living?"
    Burke blinked. Usually he did. Staff's de-emphasis on those things was refreshing and sexy. "Not here."
    "I'll tell you something else about me later on, okay?"
    "Okay."
    "Would you like to come to my room?"
    "Yes."
    Staff laced his fingers through Burke's, starting a lighting chain reaction that zapped its way up one side of his body and down the other. Staff tugged and Burke rose from the booth and they left the restaurant.
    ****
    Staff's room looked exactly like Burke's down to the exact same painting of a fat pelican over the television.
    "Don't you like pelicans?" Staff asked and offered Burke a bottle of Mexican beer from his fridge.
    "I don't have an opinion one way or the other, but I think that artist should look for a new career."
    Staff nodded. "Oh yeah."
    Burke sipped on his beer. "Can I ask just one personal question?"
    Staff settled next to Burke on the couch and put his beer down on the coffee table. He licked his bottom lip again and Burke was ready to take back his request.
    "One."
    "What kind of name is 'Staff'?"
    Staff nodded. "Fair enough. It's not. I mean it's really 'Stafford' but that sounded too stuffy, and maybe like an English dog, so people just started calling me 'Staff.'"
    "Okay." Crisis averted. But Burke still wanted to know what was in Staff's shorts, and he wanted to know pretty soon.
    The sexual energy between them had increased throughout dinner and whenever their fingers or arms touched, Burke found himself increasingly attracted to Staff. Better, Staff was easy to talk to, liked a lot of the same things, disliked a lot of the same things, and didn't sound pedantic when he explained why the wine he'd chosen was so interesting. Burke liked the sound of Staff's voice, kind of low and rumbly in the back of his throat, like he'd just woken up from a fantastic dream.
    Staff took the beer bottle out of Burke's hand and set it down on the table. He looked into Burke's eyes and the next thing Burke knew, Staff's lips were pressed against his, warm and tasting slightly of beer, the pressure just enough to send shivers down through his toes into the floor and maybe a mile or two toward the center of the earth.
    Burke let out a little moan and kissed back, his hands going up toward Staff's shoulders, one hand sliding between his shirt and that collarbone he'd been thinking about kissing all evening. Their lips parted and their tongues met and made acquaintance. Burke pulled away and kissed his way down Staff's smooth neck, gliding his lips down to the collarbone and licking along it.
    It was Staff's turn to moan and pull Burke close. Hands reached for buttons, then skin, then fingertips sought nipples while they kissed and their breathing became shallow and insistent. Blood pounded in Burke's ears, through his veins, and warmth and pressure pooled between his legs. He slipped a hand down into Staff's pants and felt the silky touch of the head of his cock.
    Staff let go of Burke and fumbled with his own belt and zipper, giving Burke easy access to him. He leaned back on the couch and Burke slid between his legs and down to the floor, bending his head toward Staff's... staff.
    "Not yet. Come here." Staff pulled Burke back to the couch and went for his mouth again. He slid a hand toward Burke's belt and unbuckled it while the other hand did amazing things to Burke's right nipple.
    When Staff's hand closed around Burke's cock he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. The warm pressure, the perfect grip, the smooth strokes alternating with some thumb work around the slit and then Staff leaned down and teased the tip of his tongue around. Burke shuddered. It took every ounce of willpower not to shoot his load right then and there. He couldn't help spreading his legs wider and leaning back, giving Staff access to his balls and ass.
    "What do you like, Burke?"
    "Whatever. What do you like? I'm usually a bottom, but I'll–"
    Staff cut him off with a kiss. "What do you like, Burke?"
    "Do you have condoms?"
    "No." Staff sounded disappointed.
    Burke was shocked. And mad as fuck at himself for not bringing any of the three dozen Janalyn had packed for him. But he didn't want to look like he was expecting anything...
    "I don't either," Burke admitted
    "We can still..." Staff began, "finish what we're doing