Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

touching, and admired the sight of his fat, heavy cock next to Cole's thinner, longer one.
    "Please, God, Michael," Cole begged.
    Michael loved knowing he drove Cole insane. He wanted this to last forever, but his own needs were spiraling out of control. He laid the full length of his body against Cole's, pumping his hips and sliding their cocks together. "I want you to fuck me, Cole. Now."
    As if he had said the magic words, Cole sprung from the bed and flipped Michael onto his back underneath him. "Fuck, yes." His hands were everywhere. His mouth attacking Michael's in a frenzy. "You sure?" he questioned.
    "Yeah. I'm sure. I want you so bad, Cole. Please. Inside me. Now."
    Cole reached for the lube and condom he had placed on the nightstand. He popped the cap and drizzled some over his finger. He lie next to Michael and began kissing him again. Slower. Sweeter. He spread the cool gel around the pucker of his hole then gently applied pressure and slid inside. He worked his finger in and out gently, stretching the muscle. When Michael started moaning and begging for more he added some lube and worked a second finger inside.
    "Feels so good. Been so long." Michael writhed under Cole's touch, desperately trying to get more of Cole inside him. Suddenly the pressure was gone, and Michael nearly cried out at the loss of it but then Cole was over him, condom in place and slicked with gel. Cole placed the tip of his cock against Michael's hole. Supporting himself on his arms, he looked down at Michael. Once again, their eyes locked, and Cole eased inside.
    They both stared, lost in one another, as Cole set a pace that was both gentle and brutal. Slow short thrusts followed by long, hard pounding and back down to shallow grinding. Cole looked down between their bodies to the place where he disappeared inside. "So hot. You're so fucking gorgeous. I wanted you the moment I saw you."
    He pushed up onto his knees and grabbed Michael's weeping cock. Using the moisture to lube his hand, he wrapped his fingers around the thick rod and began pumping. A small adjustment of his knees and he was angled perfectly. "Come for me, Michael. I want to watch you let go for me." He picked up the pace of his thrusts and matched it to the stroke of his hand.
    Michael wasn't going to last much longer. Cole nailed his gland with every thrust and twisted his hand over the sensitive tip of his cock with every stroke. Too much. It was all too much. Letting out a scream, he arched his back off the bed and shot hot come all the way up to his chin.
    "Yes! Beautiful!" Cole shouted. Another adjustment and he had Michael's knees bent back against the bed and was pounding his ass hard enough to rattle the headboard. A few seconds later, Cole threw his head back, neck muscles drawn tight and came with a growl. When the shudders subsided, he collapsed over Michael, trying to catch his breath.
    Michael lifted the heavy weight of his arms and wrapped them around Cole. He lazily stroked along the curve of his ass, up his side and back down along the ridges of his spine. Neither had a breath or thought to say anything for several minutes until Cole finally lifted his head.
    Resting his chin on Michael's sternum, Cole looked up and smiled at him. "That was awesome." He kissed the skin across Michael's chest. Playfully nipped his collarbone. "Be right back." Reluctantly, he slid out of the warm, tight hole that surrounded him and went to dispose of the condom and clean up. He brought a warm rag back to Michael and gently cleaned the drying come from his skin.
    "Thanks." The gesture was soft and intimate and it kept Michael from regretting what they'd just done. He had no words for how he was feeling at that moment. He'd never felt so alive, so on fire… so vulnerable. When Cole walked back toward the bed, after disposing of the washcloth, Michael found himself reaching out to him, silently asking for the comfort he desperately needed.
    "You haven't said anything yet," Cole prodded as he climbed onto the bed and lie against Michael's side.
    "That was awesome."
    "I already said that."
    Michael curled his arm around Cole's shoulders, pulling him closer. "That was fucking awesome."
    "Worthy of a second date?" Cole joked, poking the tender spot just below Michael's ribs.
    Michael rolled over, pinning Cole to the mattress, and began poking and tickling him. "A second. And maybe a third. A fourth." The burst of energy and silliness quickly faded. Their eyes met and