Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

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    He directed Michael down the short entrance hall to the kitchen and dining area. "Oh shit," Michael exclaimed, "that kitchen is wicked. How many ovens does one person need?"
    "I'm a baker. I can't have an average kitchen. Size counts you know. And I like working on new recipes and ideas at home. So, kitchen obviously. Dining room. Living room. There's a spare bedroom and bathroom there and down here is the master suite." Cole walked Michael quickly through his loft. The living, dining and kitchen space was one big open room along the exterior wall. Several long windows along the length of the rooms provided lots of natural light. The two bedrooms and kitchen were along the interior wall on the left.
    Cole didn't have a ton of knickknacks or decorations. He was more of a minimalist when it came to decorating. He had chosen some furniture he liked and a few pieces of art. But the truth he wanted to ignore lurked in the back of his mind. He wanted someone to share this place with him. He wanted to look around his home and see his partner, his lover, in the things around him. Just having Michael here felt like a step in the right direction.
    Cole led him into the master suite. "There's plenty of space in the closet to hang your things if you want." He had a large walk-in closet that was barely used.
    Michael chuckled. "I would have expected your closet to be packed full of cheesy one liner T-shirts and fuzzy pajama pants."
    "The T-shirts do take up a whole section, but the fuzzy pants I hide in the dresser drawers." It was painful for Cole to keep his voice even and light, not giving away the urges that ate at him. Michael was here. In his bedroom! "Uh, bathroom is through there if you need to freshen up or anything."
    "Nah. I'm good for now." The timber of Michael's voice dropped low, and his eyes suddenly blazed with fire. "There is something else I need."
    Cole nearly laughed at the cheesiness of that line, but the way Michael was looking at him cut off any thoughts of joking. "Yeah? What would that be?"
    "You, Cole. I need to touch you. Now."
    Their bodies came together in a collision of arms, legs and hips. They would both have bruises to show for it. Michael tore at the hem of Cole's shirt. It read "Bakers Do it for the Dough". He didn't want to do any damage to it, but he was holding on to that control with his teeth. "Put your arms up. I like this shirt, but it needs to come off right now."
    Cole complied with the order and immediately returned the favor. He wanted skin to skin. He needed it. He ran his hands across the wide expanse of Michael's shoulders and chest. He squeezed his hands between their chests and drew his thumbs across his nipples, before angling them down along the rigid planes of his abs to the button of his jeans.
    He tore his mouth away from Michael's and panted, "I've been dreaming of tasting you again." He kissed his way down his neck, stopping to flick each nipple with the tip of his tongue, before following the thin trail of hair from his navel to the waist of his pants. He wrapped his lips around the bulge of Michael's hard cock through his jeans. He worked the material until it was wet and molded to the shape of his dick.
    Michael wanted to shove his pants out of the way so he could feel Cole's wet mouth engulf his shaft. He kept his hands from doing just that by running them through the soft strands of Cole's hair. The heavy material of his wet jeans and underwear began to chafe, and the contrast between the pleasure and pain was blowing his mind. He jerked his hips every time Cole's mouth brushed against his sensitive head. "Cole, please," he begged.
    In a blur of movement, his pants were gone, and his cock was free, as if Cole had simply been waiting for him to break. The swollen head of his cock stood against his belly button and pulsed in time with his heart. Cole was on his knees before him, looking straight up into his eyes. Michael knew the connection excited Cole; being able to see his reaction when he ran that talented tongue of his from the bottom of his balls straight up the vein that ran directly to the little notch at his crown.
    Michael looked down at Cole and let him see everything. How much he missed him. How badly he wanted him. How beautiful he thought he was. He held nothing back, and Cole knew it. He was voracious in the way he worked Michael. Needing some release for the pressure, Michael began spewing bits and pieces of nonsense. "Missed you. Beautiful.