Love Is Always Write Volume 4

quite trusting a structure that had been built in the distant past. He lowered himself next to Jory with one leg thrown over Jory's thighs. Jory's arms tightened around him and then they were kissing, all tangled tongues and hot breath. It was even better when horizontal.
    Time moved on.
    ****
    Bob woke up feeling stiff and cold. He opened his eyes to darkness. Only his front side felt warm, and he realized he was still wrapped around Jory in the tree house. It had begun to rain earlier, and their kisses had grown lazy until Bob had dropped his head to Jory's shoulder and dozed off to the sound of rain drumming on the roof.
    Warm fingers brushed over Bob's wrist. "Finally awake?" Jory murmured.
    "Mmm. Why did you let me sleep?"
    "You were tired. I dozed a little, myself. We should probably go now. It's nearly dark."
    Bob nodded and reluctantly pushed himself away from Jory's warmth. He felt bad for wearing the coat when Jory was clad only in his blue T-shirt shirt and jeans. He had to be freezing. And hungry. "I'm starving," Bob said, realizing he felt the same.
    "Me, too. Let's get somewhere warm, and I'll buy you the biggest dinner you ever had."
    "Deal," Bob said and crawled to the opening. He let himself down and was glad to find it wasn't quite so dark outside. The shadows were long and purple, and lights were on inside the house, illuminating small patches of the yard, but the sky was twilight blue.
    They slipped back through the broken fence and made their way down the hillside. The journey back was more difficult in the growing darkness and involved plenty of bruised shins, scratches, a couple of falls, and a lot of swearing. Bob was exhausted and filthy by the time they found themselves out of the undergrowth and standing on a paved road.
    Jory fell to his knees. "Oh lovely asphalt, sign of blessed civilization! Never leave me again!" He bent down in an attitude of supplication.
    "If you kiss that road you're not kissing these lips again for the rest of the night," Bob warned.
    Jory looked up. "Ohhhh, you're jealous of some crushed rock and tar?" Jory scrambled to his feet. "That's really hot, but this road looks pretty hard for me. Can you get hard for me too, Bobbin?" He sauntered closer, looking like a wild creature in the dim light from a distance streetlight. Feeling a bit fey himself, Bob reached out and dragged him closer with a fist in his shirt.
    "Let me show you," Bob said and kissed him lingeringly.
    "Very convincing," Jory said after long moments. "I suppose I choose you."
    "I'll try to be more adequate than a road ," Bob said sardonically. Jory's laugh was infectious. "Now can we please get the hell out of here?"
    Jory nodded. "As soon as we find a damn street sign and figure out where we are I'll call us a cab."
    They started off, heading in the direction that seemed most promising. At the first cross-street, Jory pulled out his phone and did a quick web search before calling a local taxi company. He sighed as he pocketed the phone. "They'll be here in fifteen. I suppose we could have waited somewhere warmer." He shivered.
    Bob immediately pulled him closer, glad for the excuse. "Here, share my coat."
    Jory slipped his arms into the coat and around Bob's waist. They passed the time with more kissing, to the point where Bob was almost certain he was harder than any asphalt street. Approaching headlights pulled them apart, and Bob smiled wryly. "Hey, it's only been five minutes."
    "It might be a local," Jory said, but the car slowed as it drew nearer, bathing them in the light from its headlights. Bob held up a hand to shield his eyes, and felt a sudden spike of panic that it was Snyder.
    "Oh shit," Jory said, seeming to confirm Bob's suspicion.
    "Snyder?" Bob asked, readying himself for more running.
    "No. My father."
    ****
    The interior of the car was soft, cream colored leather. Bob felt self-conscious sitting on it, knowing his jeans were dirty from their romp through the woods.
    "How did you find me?" Jory asked after hanging up on the cab company he had called to cancel.
    "I am not as technically inept as you like to think," Jory's father answered and gave him a stern look in the rear-view mirror. Bob shifted aside slightly, trying to avoid the man's gaze. "Where is my code?"
    Jory leaned half over Bob as he stretched out one leg to dig the slip of paper from his pocket. He fished it out and handed it over the seat to his father, who looked at it closely as they pulled up to a