Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

hips held Cole mesmerized. And he wasn't the only one who had noticed the show. The vultures all around him started to move in. No fucking way he was allowing that.
    Michael hadn't realized his eyes were closed until he felt bodies closing in on him. He almost panicked but then he saw Cole and focused on the heat in his eyes. Cole looped a finger under his belt and jerked him up against his hard body. He straddled Michael's leg and ground his cock against his thigh. Michael found a rhythm again as he dry humped Cole's leg in return. They moved like yin and yang together; their chests touching and hips rolling.
    Cole felt Michael relax into his body following his lead. He could feel the fat ridge of Michael's dick as he ground against his jeans. He wanted that thick bulge against his ass. He turned fitting his ass into the cradle of Michael's thighs, flexing his hips so he could feel his length slide along the seam of his jeans. They fit perfectly together.
    God, Michael had already started to harden just humping Cole's thigh. How the fuck was he supposed to keep his dignity when pressed against his ass. He hoped his underwear was thick enough to soak up the drops of pre-come he already felt working their way through his shaft. He'd die if he had to walk out of there sporting a wet spot.
    And then all thoughts fled his brain, along with his blood, when Cole slid down his body, knees spread wide, rolling his cock along the ridges of Cole's spine. When Cole remained bent over at the waist but straightened his legs, bringing that tight ass right up against his balls as he circled it, Michael's own knees threatened to buckle. He grabbed Cole's hips to balance himself.
    Cole stood and pushed his pelvis forward into the hands Michael had wrapped around his hips, hoping Michael would take the invitation and bring his hands forward just a bit more so they could graze along his throbbing cock. He was not disappointed. Michael's right hand slid between his legs as his left traveled up across his abs and chest to grab a hold of his chin.
    Michael turned Cole's face, placing his ear against his lips, and whispered, "I want you." He knew his words were heard because Cole turned and kissed him. It was fevered and urgent. Their teeth clashed. Their tongues pushed and pulled. Cole grabbed his ass and ground their cocks together so hard it bordered on painful. He began scanning the bar looking for the bathrooms.
    "No," Cole said, "not here." This was not some random hookup with a stranger. This was Michael. "Let's go," he barked out and pulled Michael off the dance floor and out onto the boardwalk. They practically ran back to the car.
    Cole popped the locks and slid inside, immediately throwing himself at Michael across the gearshift. His lips were swollen by the time he managed to pull himself away. He reached around his shoulder and pulled his seatbelt across, hissing as it brushed against his aching cock. Put the car in gear, Cole he told himself. Using his most stern inner voice, he tried to convince himself, Bathroom sex and car sex are the same exact thing.
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    The drive back to Long Beach Island was a time out for Michael. Cole was focused on driving, and the heavy silence gave his lust addled mind a chance to catch up. He couldn't believe he thought about having sex in a public bathroom. He was thankful Cole had stopped him.
    Am I really going to do this? Michael questioned himself. He wasn't a virgin, but he'd only been with four guys; guys he'd cared about. His parents hadn't cared that he was gay, but they didn't want to see him giving himself away to just anyone. They wanted him to have what they had. Love, a home and maybe a family.
    Staring out at the road, thinking, it took Michael a few seconds to catch on to what he was looking at. Up ahead, The Causeway bridge loomed over the shimmering water below. Tiny lights along the railways on each side stood out against the darkness, stretching out across the ocean.
    He turned his head to say something and found Cole staring at him. He had a serene smile across his face. His eyes held all the emotions neither of them could quite figure out how to say; awe, infatuation, kindness, fear and desire.
    "Beautiful isn't it?" Cole asked.
    "Yeah. Yeah, it really is." Michael wasn't sure whether he was talking about the bridge or what was happening between them, but he knew what he was going to do now. He was going to throw caution to the wind. He was going to live in this moment;