Love Is Always Write Volume 4

tingle of attraction; the next, his body jolted and his head went dizzy. He went from mild arousal to holy shit in one inhalation.
    Stefan froze, but he didn't push away.
    "Greg," Stefan whispered. He put his arms around Stefan and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Their mouths met, and it was over. No way was Greg walking away now.
    He craved immediate gratification, then remembered Stefan's hesitations. He pushed back the hunger for simple heat, pure wrestle-him-to-the-floor-and-fuck, and made himself attempt tenderness.
    The gentle touches to coax this new partner weren't Greg's preference, he'd thought. Turned out he was dead wrong. Soft kisses meant he could explore at leisure. Taking his time allowed him to learn the shape of Stefan's mouth, the tiny bite of beard stubble against the tip of his tongue.
    And then Stefan growled, a small, demanding noise in his throat that brought the end of restraint. Greg tightened his hold and slid his hands up and down that lithe back, at long last palming that fine, sweet ass to grind his erection against Stefan. Greg pushed Stefan against the wall. Stefan reached down and rubbed Greg's cock until Greg hissed and humped against his cupped fingers.
    Within a few minutes, he was panting, and now, now, this instant, he wanted more.
    Stefan grabbed his hand and yanked him into the bedroom next to Emily's. Greg had the impression of bookshelves on one wall, gorgeous cabinets on the other, and then he was too busy fumbling at his clothes to pay attention to anything except watching Stefan haul off his shirt and shove off the jeans.
    Jesus, he had a nice body—and what was that? A small tattoo of skull and crossbones decorated his hip.
    "You're a pirate?" He reached out with one finger and traced the tattoo of the small grinning skull.
    Stefan gasped at his touch and pressed Greg's fingers flat against his skin.
    "I was a moron," Stefan said. He lifted Greg's hand and kissed it, then pulled off Greg's Rolex, carefully putting it on the bedside table. Greg wore nothing but his boxers and Stefan stepped closer. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed his fingers under the elastic band and slid them off Greg's body. He crouched by Greg's feet to finish the job, and his hair, then mouth brushed over Greg's cock. Greg groaned and pushed forward, needing more.
    Stefan gave a breathy chuckle Greg felt on his erection. And then. Yes. Heat and wet and sucking. Greg would come too soon. He had to last. He'd shoved his fingers in Stefan's soft, thick hair--now he gave a little yank up.
    Stefan pulled off long enough to complain. "I'm having fun."
    "Come here," Greg whispered.
    Stefan rose to his feet and pushed his shocking hot naked skin against Greg. The first time Greg came, he wanted Stefan as aroused as possible maybe pumping into Greg's mouth or his hand, even into his ass. He wanted Stefan crying out and begging as much as Greg longed to, all the words he strained to hold back now, please, god, please, touch me, yes, god, fuck . He wanted to hear them from Stefan's mouth.
    They stumbled to the bed, kissing.
    An hour later, Greg considered the fact that they hadn't fucked or talked about it. He wanted to, once he recovered from the two orgasms Stefan gave him with his hand and his mouth. Greg didn't indulge in the pleasure of a guy's ass often and lust almost stirred back to life at the thought of pumping into Stefan. Damn, he'd even welcome Stefan's pretty uncut cock into his body. But he could tell Stefan, flat on his back, was close to asleep. And he felt fairly flattened himself.
    "I guess the ghost of Phillip is gone," Stefan said as he yawned and stretched.
    Greg considered stroking the appealing line created by the muscles of Stefan's arms stretching high over his head but Greg could barely move. He used his eyes to trace the line instead. "Glad I could help banish him."
    "Yeah. You're a great—whatsitcalled—rebound guy."
    Good. That was what he wanted to be—the person who got to play and enjoy Stefan before he moved on to someone who actually wanted to play happy families in the suburbs.
    Greg lay prone on the sweet-scented sheets and wondered who'd replace him here. He rolled closer to Stefan and away from that thought. Nice that no one else was in the bed with them—no Phillip, no ghost of lover-future.
    He wrapped his arms around Stefan's warm torso. "Mind if I stay for a while?"
    Stefan hesitated, and Greg, so close to relaxed for once, felt a kick of trepidation. He really didn't