Love Is Always Write Volume 4

between his lips again, and didn't stop until Jay bumped the back of his throat. It wasn't enough. It never was. Jay struggled for air, chest hitching, digging his fingers into the wall to keep from fucking Simon's mouth the way he wanted. "Please," he managed. "I don't want to hurt you. Please."
    Simon backed off and wrapped his left hand around Jay's slick shaft. Jay rocked forward, groaning at the hot slide of tongue and lips added to the squeeze of Simon's hand, and the sight of Simon slowly fucking his own fist.
    Jay wished he could see better, wished he could touch, wished he had Simon's hips under his hands instead of wallboard. Simon's mouth was heaven and hell all rolled into one; but oh God, the idea of Simon on his knees, spread wide so Jay could fuck him hard, deep as he wanted, every last inch of him buried in sucking, gripping, molten –
    Jay clenched his teeth against the sounds rolling up his throat and came, his vision whiting out as he sagged against the wall, feet sliding on the wood floor. Simon groaned, the vibration sending aftershocks dancing though Jay's gut and wringing a few last pulses from his softening dick.
    They both jumped when somebody pounded on the outside of the door. "Pizza's here!"
    Simon jerked back and Jay yipped as he popped free of Simon's lips.
    "Jesus, sorry about that." Simon patted Jay's flank, licking his reddened lower lip. "Coming," he yelled and then smirked up at Jay. "Too late," he mouthed, and stood up, sliding his shorts back into place at the same time. "Here." He helped Jay with his jeans and briefs, managing a quick fondle of Jay's ass.
    Jay blinked, still stupid from having his brains sucked down Simon's throat. He whimpered under his breath at the touch of the briefs on his balls, and Simon slipped his hands around Jay's waist under his shirt.
    "I saw you in the shower, one night at Alan's. Very hot." Simon nuzzled his hair, humming. "And that was before I knew you were hung like a porn star." Simon pressed a kiss behind his ear, and then another on the side of his neck, making Jay shiver. Did he have a manual or something? How to turn Jay to putty in one easy lesson?
    "Tell you what," Simon said, drawing back. "You made me come all over the floor; so go save me some pizza while I clean up, and I'll be there in a few minutes."
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    Simon hummed under his breath while he wiped the floor, ignoring the hungry complaints from his stomach in favor of replaying the sight and feel of Jay pinned up against the wall. Oh, and the sounds – can't forget those. He loved to watch, but man, the sounds Jay made were sexy as hell.
    He tossed the towel in the corner of the bathroom and washed his hands before rummaging through his toiletries bag for condoms and lube. It might be pure presumption on his part, but he hoped Jay would come back here after the pizza and beer so they could pick up where they'd left off.
    He ducked out the door and ran the six feet to the entrance of the next room. Brett and John shared that one, the way he and Jay should have shared his. Jay preferred the solitude of his trailer, which meant Simon had a room to himself.
    Inside, six guys plus Jay took up most of the available seating, which wasn't much to begin with. The six of them, Brett, John, Jason, Tim, Lenny and Tom, were arguing over something they'd all watched on television, or maybe it was a movie. Simon didn't watch either, except for history shows or porn; he'd rather read. Jay sprawled in a loveseat, and glanced up when Simon came in, no expression on his face. In Simon's opinion, he looked like he'd been soundly kissed; his lips were darker and fuller than usual, and Simon couldn't help but grin at him in satisfaction.
    Simon snagged a Corona and three pepperoni slices, and wedged into the loveseat next to Jay. Jason gave him a funny look, and it occurred to Simon that he had no idea if any of these guys knew Jay was gay. The only reason he knew was because Alan had told him; Jay was a marvel of discretion. Simon eased away from Jay, not wanting to blow his cover. Although if anybody had been listening at the door, that might be a moot point.
    He scarfed down the pizza and debated having more. He settled for another beer and watching Jay eat pizza and lick sauce off his fingers. A cheap thrill, sure, but he'd take it.
    "We boring you?" Lenny said, and until Jay spoke, Simon thought the remark had been directed at him.
    "I'm just here for the beer," Jay said, getting up. He pulled