Love Is Always Write Volume 4

shoving deep, his fingers biting into Simon's hips.
    They went down in a sweaty tangle, rolling sideways out of the wet spot just in time. Simon grabbed for his hand and kept them close, nested together and tethered by Jay's still-twitching cock. Simon twisted his head so he could touch his forehead to Jay's hair. "Oh my God."
    For a second or two the only thing Jay heard was the pounding of his own heart and their combined harsh panting. Then, from the room next door, somebody whistled, a long admiring cat-call. Applause followed, along with the sound of stamping feet. Jay leaned his flushed cheek on Simon's sweaty shoulder as Simon snorted breathlessly into the bedspread.
    "Told you," Jason said, probably raising his voice so they could hear him. "Told you he'd make Simon scream. You owe me twenty."
    CHAPTER 5
    Simon staggered into the bathroom around midnight, closing the door before he turned the lights on. He peed for what seemed like about an hour, wincing as the ache in his ass made itself known. He hadn't been kidding about the size-queen thing; then again, he couldn't imagine anybody into dick saying no to nine or ten inches of velvety hard goodness. Not gonna happen.
    He flushed the bowl, and when he went to wash his hands he realized that Jay must've been in here earlier. The soap was moved, and a wet washcloth hung on the shower rod. Simon eyed it, and decided a quick wipe down couldn't hurt. He'd pretty much passed out earlier, too fucked out to do more than shove the bedspread out of the way and get under the sheet. He ran the washcloth under hot water, making a face as he scrubbed at the dried come on his belly he'd missed.
    His nipples hurt, and the one Jay had bitten looked swollen. He'd known they were sensitive, and yeah, he liked playing with them; he had no idea he could literally get off on it. The pain had been all good, and his dick perked up at the memory. He needed to be able to ride tomorrow, so getting fucked again tonight was a bad idea. He would like more of Jay's body, though.
    He left the light on over the sink and closed the door partway behind him. The spill of illumination showed Jay face up on one side of the bed, the sheet down around his knees. He rolled into Simon's space, sliding a hand across the mattress. Jay raised his head, blinking at Simon through his tangled hair. "You okay?"
    Simon lay down in front of him, their legs twining with almost magnetic attraction. Jay slid a hand into the small of Simon's back and buried his face in Simon's neck, his stubbled cheeks dragging pleasantly. "I didn't hurt you?"
    "Nah. I'm good." Simon rubbed his own bristled chin on Jay's hair, wondering where all this need to cuddle came from. "Told you." He swallowed as Jay kissed along his collarbone. "I like big." He pushed Jay onto his back. "Not saying we can do that again if I need to ride tomorrow, yeah?" Simon breathed in near Jay's armpit, enjoying the tang of clean sweat. "I would like to suck you off again." He took a guess, and drew a flat nipple up between his lips. Jay sighed, and then hummed, one hand cupping the back of Simon's head.
    "We'll come back to that," Simon promised, and slid south.
    Jay's dick lolled on his hip, not hard, but not entirely soft, either. Simon gathered him in, breathing through his nose and diving down until his chin tickled Jay's balls. Jay raised one knee and rocked his hips. "Oh. Oh, Simon. Oh yeah." Simon backed off as a surge and a twitch nearly choked him, concentrating on that and not the way his stomach curled when Jay said his name, all hoarse and breathless.
    He worked the fat head, lapping at the slit and teasing the bundle of nerves underneath, hands planted on Jay's hipbones. Jay stroked his hair, breathing in fits and starts, legs moving restlessly. Simon swirled his tongue through silky, salty drops before bobbing down as far as he was able.
    "Fuck me." Jay drew in a shuddering breath. "Fuck me?"
    The second time, Simon understood that it was a question and not a comment on his skills. He hummed, putting an upward lilt at the end and pulled off with a wet pop. "You want that?"
    Jay had him flat on his back with a tongue down his throat before Simon knew what hit him. He wanted to point out that Jay should be the one on the bottom, except Jay started pumping Simon's cock, adding the squeeze at the end the way he liked, cutting off rational thought. Jay let go, leaned forward to snag a condom off the nightstand, and tossed it on Simon's