Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

boots were gone. He'd forgotten his beanie. It smelled like the sea.
    THE END
    Author bio: Tami majored in Creative Writing at the University of Redlands, and published her first M/M Romance titled Closer than Touch with Less Than Three Press in January of 2012. She frequently posts fiction on her blog: http://www.tamiveldura.com , and can be found on Twitter or Goodreads .
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TELLING JASE
    by Penny Wilder

    "I'm leaving, I'm tired of you, your family and that little brat. I had enough"
    "Little brat? That's your son you are talking about, our son."
    "I never wanted him anyway. I'm not the house wife type"
    One drunken night was all it took. I've never loved her, but I will die for my little boy.
    Now that she is out of my life, could I finally have the life I always wanted with the only one I've ever loved?
    ~ Connie

    genre: contemporary
    tags: : performance arts; musician; music teacher; men with children; gay for you; hurt comfort; first time
    word count: 15,063
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    TELLING JASE
    by Penny Wilder
    PROLOGUE
    "The Incident"
    —32 Months Ago
    Looking back, even years later, he could still pinpoint the exact moment he knew.
    Rehearsal with the band let out early that day, so Sean had escaped off campus and made it back to the rented house he shared with his best friend Jase earlier than expected. He was apparently not supposed to be home now, he realized, as he stood just inside the kitchen door, backpack and guitar still in hand, listening to the sound of people fucking. He had called out when he first came through the door, before he'd heard the shower upstairs. Even over the sound of the water, he could hear their moans.
    He knew he should leave, not stand in the kitchen listening like some pervert, but he couldn't make his legs move. He knew who it was of course, but he'd never heard them together before. It was his friend Jase and Jase's boyfriend, Marcus, and Jase was fucking Marcus through the floor, from the sound of it.
    When the water cut off, there was the sound of two people stepping out of the shower, and slamming themselves down to the floor. Clearly they weren't finished, and they weren't about to take the time to dry off.
    The house that Sean and Jase rented so they could live off campus their senior year at the Conservatory was ancient, circa 1880's. It was drafty, creaky, and smelled of musty old wood. It was topped with a tin roof that made sleeping through a rainstorm almost impossible. Thanks to the creaky floors, every single moan, slap, and thrust that the couple was making reverberated through the thin walls and floor. The kitchen light, which hung from the ceiling below the couple was visibly shaking, to the point where Sean actually wondered for a second if it might fall down.
    Someone's skin squeaked against the linoleum floor. Marcus, Sean thought. Marcus had to be on his back, and Jase on his knees thrusting into Marcus.
    The pace of their thuds grew more and more frantic as they neared their climax, and their moans increased to shouts. With one final thrust, they came together, Jase bellowing and Marcus crying out in unison as they found their release. Then there was nothing but the sound of them gasping for breath as they lay still.
    Sean was standing stock still in the corner of the kitchen, his dick hard as a rock inside his jeans. He was a moron. From the moment he'd heard Jase groan, he had wanted it to be him. Him, with his legs wrapped around his Jase's chocolate muscled back, Jase's mouth on his own as they thrust against each other. He wanted to be Jase's boyfriend, not his best friend. Oh, God, he thought. He loved Jase. He loved him. Sean couldn't believe it had taken hearing Jase with someone else for him to realize how he felt. Shit. He wanted Jase, and before today, he'd been completely clueless.
    A hundred different memories of him and Jase flashed in Sean's head, all jumbled together. Jase's face as he burst out laughing, during one of their first conversations in the dorms; Jase covered in flour after a particularly disastrous attempt at making cookies that ended in a food fight; Jase barefoot and shirtless, leaping and twirling in a rehearsal room as he practiced for his Dance Comp final; and the excitement on Jase's face when they finally found the house they ended up renting. Almost every important memory Sean had from the last three years at college involved Jase in some way. How could he have missed something this important?
    Bang.
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