Love Is Always Write Volume 4

against Nick's mouth, easing his trembling lips open provided a sharp contrast to Sam's unsurprisingly soft, warm lips.
    Nick followed suit, his own tongue thrusting into Sam's welcoming mouth.
    Nick's body was already urging him to bury himself in Sam's warmth, and he pressed hard against Sam's lithe body, revelling in the feel of his firm, muscular frame. He grabbed the hair at the back of Sam's head, pulling him in closer as their tongues played against each other.
    Usually Nick was quite keen to get straight to the main course in his encounters, but for whatever reason, he was happy to linger on the starter this time. Maybe it was because Sam had made his intentions so clear. There was no ambiguity about what was going to happen, no need for Nick to rush to it before it was taken away, despite what his groin was urging him to do. He could indulge himself in the pleasure of nuzzling into Sam's neck, feeling the light scrape of stubble against his cheek, while inhaling the sweet smell of cheap shower gel and fresh sweat.
    He ran his hands up and down inside Sam's tee shirt, allowing his fingers to drag across the firm pecs there. Or were they abs? His mind was drawing a blank, no blood left in his brain to figure it out right now.
    Sam loosened his grip on Nick's neck, his hands drawing shivers across Nick's broad back, before sliding down to his arse, and yanking Nick's groin hard up against him. Sam spread his legs a little to accommodate Nick's large frame and Nick pressed against him, moaning into Sam's neck as he moved, his hips already giving light thrusts, desperate for friction.
    Nick tried to keep his body hard up against Sam, but Sam released his grip and delved his hands between them, pulling at the buttons of Nick's jeans. As they came apart, Sam tugged hard at the fabric around Nick's thighs, pulling jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. Nick gave a little whimper at the rush of cold air to his dick. He pushed forward to bury himself back in the warmth of Sam's groin but Sam moved away, breaking their frantic kissing to tear at the condom wrapper with his teeth. Moments later Nick felt a smooth slickness as Sam slid the condom down over his cock.
    Sam's hip nudged against Nick, pushing him away as Sam turned to face the car. He yanked apart the buttons of his own jeans, hooked his hands into the waistband and slid them over his hips. He twisted to one side, trying to pull his trainers off and free one of his legs, nearly toppling face first against the bonnet of the car. Nick grabbed him, his cock nestling into the boxer-covered crease of Sam's arse, the head pulsing against the heat there.
    Nick leant forward, pressing his face against the back of Sam's neck, the heady, sweaty smell enveloping Nick's senses. He couldn't quite believe this was happening, couldn't even remember how they'd got here.
    Sam's croaky voice broke Nick's thoughts. "Need lube."
    "Shit." Nick had been on the receiving end of a spit-only fuck before and it wasn't something he was about to inflict on someone else. But who keeps lube in their garage? Unless... His lips broke into a wry smile as he caught sight of the familiar blue can of WD-40 on one of the shelves. Hmm, maybe not.
    Sam was squirming about trying to shake off the jeans' leg that was still trapped around his foot. He managed to grind out one syllable per shake. "It's – in – my – pock -- et." One more furious shake and the jeans flew off his trainer-socked foot and landed in the corner of the garage, his belt clunking against the concrete floor.
    Nick went to retrieve them, waddling with his own jeans around his knees, his condom covered cock peeking out from under his shirt. Not very Nico .
    Thankfully, his shaking fingers found the packet of lube in the front pocket of Sam's jeans. Talk about being prepared. Nick wondered if Sam had been a Boy Scout.
    He turned back to Sam, stifling a laugh at the comical look of the lad; sprawled over the bonnet of the car, legs spread, arse tipped slightly upwards, invitingly. Nick squeezed the lube over his trembling fingers and smeared it messily over his cock. With one deft move, he pulled down Sam's boxers with one hand and then plunged two slick fingers of the other hand into him. Sam let out a little yelp at the cold intrusion, and then pushed himself back with a groan. Nick gave a few teasing thrusts into Sam's tight heat, then withdrew his hand to grab his sheathed cock and push it against Sam's hole.
    "Yeah,"