Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

not let this chance pass him by, and all those other annoying peppy things people say. He was going to get laid! Ang would never question his gay street cred again.
    Cole parked his car and ran around to the other side to get Michael's door. "Can't forget my first date manners now," he joked. When he turned around from closing the door, he came chest to chest with Michael. Two strong hands reached up, sandwiching his head between them. He stepped back against the car as Michael gently shoved him. He barely had time to get his arms around that hard body before his mouth was possessed. His tongue, his hands, his mind fought for control.
    And just like that it was over. Michael pushed away from the car and turned to walk into the house. Cole didn't think he could follow just then. His legs shook, and his arms felt like jelly. A few feet away Michael pivoted, walking seductively backward. That wicked sexy smile broke across his face as he purred, "I'm pretty sure a second date is guaranteed," before turning back around and darting into the cottage.
    Cole forced his legs to hold his weight and wobbled into the house. He couldn't remember ever being this turned on in his life. He found Michael in the kitchen getting a drink of water. He came up behind him and pressed his hips against his ass, pinning him against the counter. "That was a dirty trick for such a wholesome boy," he whispered in his ear.
    Michael ground his ass back against Cole's cock. "Never said I was an angel." He twisted his body trying to turn so he could taste Cole's mouth again. Cole kept his arms locked on either side of Michael's hips, allowing very little room for the move and creating delicious friction from shoulder to thigh as Michael turned.
    When they were face-to-face once again, Cole's hand reached out, molding Michael's dick through the fabric of his pants, gripping, rubbing, stroking as Cole took his lips like they were his salvation.
    Michael loved kissing. Loved the tastes on his tongue. Loved the scrape of stubble against his chin, his cheeks. He had never known kissing could be like this though. It was a battle. It was a dance. Tongues plunging and retreating. Lips sucking and sliding. Teeth clashing and nipping. It was that ultimate high you felt right before pleasure gave way to pain.
    "I know… bakers like… to do it… in the kitchen," Michael panted as Cole moved down his jaw, nipping and licking his skin, "but I'm… more of a… bed… kind of guy."
    "I actually have a shirt that says that," Cole mumbled into the hollow at the base of Michael's neck.
    "Of course you do."
    "My room?" Cole asked as he dragged Michael down the hall toward the bedrooms.
    "Yeah. Bigger bed. Do you, uh, have stuff?"
    "Yep. Don't leave home without it."
    They kissed and fondled their way into Cole's room. Michael felt the back of his knees hit the bed and was saved from falling by Cole's grip on his ass. Cole's fingers slid into the waist of his pants and untucked his shirt. The sensation of his warm fingers gliding up under his shirt and across his bare skin sent chills down his spine.
    "God," Cole moaned, "you look fucking hot in blue. Makes your eyes look like blue ice." He pushed the hem of the shirt up, and Michael obediently raised his arms so Cole could strip it over his head. He had seen Michael's body before but now that he was free to touch it, lick it, worship it, he took his time looking him over.
    Michael took the opportunity to reach out and grab the top button of Cole's shirt. Slowly he peeled back the black fabric to reveal smooth, sculpted flesh covered lightly in dark hair. When one of his nipples peeked out from the gap, Michael leaned forward and ran his tongue over it, lapping at the pebbled bud. His hands continued freeing the buttons, and when he reached the last one, he bit down just enough to hear Cole gasp.
    The shirt fell from Cole's shoulders, and they were flesh to flesh. Cole's fingers dug into Michael's back as he continued to map his body with his tongue. He placed a trail of wet kisses up his bicep, followed the curve of his shoulder up to the lobe of his ear with his tongue. "You have the sexiest arms. I want to trace each and every one of those veins with my tongue."
    "Ung," Cole moaned, "it's 'cause I work with my hands. Lemme show you how good I am with them." He palmed Michael's hard pecs, sliding his rough hands up over his nipples and shoulders. He kneaded the muscles along his neck and slid back down across his