Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

back up. "Well, not all soft."
    Michael could feel Cole's stiff prick jabbing his hip so he knew he wasn't the only one "up" this morning. He wriggled his hip. "Is that a banana in your pocket or… oh, right, you're not wearing any pants so I guess you're just happy to see me."
    " Mmmm ," Cole moaned as he lazily ground his cock against Michael's thigh, "guess I am. Of course, who wouldn't wake up happy when there's a gorgeous naked man under them. I was just admiring the view."
    Michael sprang up, dumping Cole on his back. He sat on his knees between Cole's spread legs and ran a hand down his sleek body. "My turn to admire." He didn't know how long he sat there mapping the planes of Cole's body with his eyes in the light of day. Long enough for Cole to start squirming.
    "See anything you like?" Cole asked self-consciously.
    "Everything." Michael didn't think he'd ever seen a more perfect body. Cole was only slightly shorter than him, but he was leaner, sleeker. He had soft brown hair over his chest that trailed in a thin line down across his tight abs and disappeared into a small thatch of pubic hair. "But I especially like this." Michael leaned over him and kissed the soft hollow at the base of his throat. "And this." He trailed his tongue along Cole's collarbone. Kissed his way down his biceps. "And these are sexy as hell." He followed the trail of a soft vein down his forearm and across the back of his hand. He drew his long middle finger into his mouth and sucked on it. "And I like that you taste like vanilla and smell like cinnamon." He leaned over Cole, supporting himself on his arms. He looked right at him. "I like everything about you, Cole," he said earnestly.
    Cole swallowed nervously. He hoped that would still hold true after he did what he was about to do. He tried to hide the way his hands shook when he placed them on Michael's chest and pushed, encouraging him to roll over onto his back. He nudged his legs together then straddled him, sitting across his thighs. "You showed me yours. Now I want to show you mine."
    Michael flexed his hips, practically writhing in anticipation, making Cole laugh. "Well yes, that is one of my most favorite parts but that's not what I had in mind. I was thinking about these." He bent forward and kissed the corner of both of Michael's baby blue eyes. "And I could spend hours with these," he groaned and took his lips between his teeth, gently pulling on each one.
    Cole's stomach was about to jump out of his throat. Now or never, he told himself. He said a silent prayer that Michael didn't freak out. "But there's one part of you that's been driving me absolutely wild since the moment I laid eyes on you." Cole threw his leg over and again straddled Michael's thighs but this time he was facing the opposite direction.
    He lowered his torso along Michael's legs, let out one last unspoken plea for Michael to accept him, and swiped his tongue along the front of his ankle following the ridge of bone all the way up his arch to his big toe. He repeated the action on the opposite foot. "I get hard just seeing these."
    Michael hadn't thrown him off or leapt up in disgust. His only reaction was a little twitch when Cole's tongue passed over his toe. Cole decided to forge onward. He twisted the right foot toward him a little and placed a kiss in the curve of his arch before moving over to the left foot and taking his big toe in his mouth and sucking. He repeated the action for each individual toe.
    Afraid to turn around for fear of finding a look of disgust and revulsion on Michael's face, Cole simply sat still for a few seconds. When he couldn't stand the uncertainty a second longer, he straightened his spine and turned to face Michael. His brain couldn't process what he saw. Michael's face was lit up like a Christmas tree. His smile a giant star on top. "I knew it!" he exclaimed. "I knew you had a thing for feet."
    Cole was dumbfounded. It took him a moment to find his voice before he could ask, "You did?"
    "Yeah. Saw you looking at them a few times, as if you wanted to eat them. You always looked away, embarrassed like, when you noticed me watching you."
    "And that doesn't, like, bother you? Make you want to puke or something?"
    "Huh? No. Why would it? Everybody has their thing, you know. Whatever makes you happy."
    "Michael. I like to lick them, suck them, smell them. I get off on touching them, rubbing them against me. And by them, I mean feet, Michael. Feet!"
    "Yeah. I got it. It's