Love Is Always Write Volume 4

Sam murmured as Nick pushed the large head into Sam's entrance, and then with a hard thrust, plunged himself right in, the slap of their thighs echoing against the breeze block walls of the garage.
    "Ah Jesus," Sam panted.
    "You okay?" Nick ground out through clenched teeth. Only polite to ask.
    "Unh, yeah, just let me catch my breath." Sam waited for a moment, his breaths forming a sheen of condensation against the smooth, black car bonnet. "Okay. Now. Move." Nick did as he was told, although it was due to the desperate ache in his cock that needed satisfying, rather than Sam's demand. He tightened his grip on Sam's hips, his fingers digging into the skin.
    Sam's thighs knocked up against the car, the metal clunking loudly as Nick pounded hard into him. "Ah." Clunk . "Fuck." Clunk. "Yeah." Clunk . "Right." Clunk . "There." Clunk
    Nick smiled to himself. The only time Sam hadn't talked was when he had those beautiful lips pressed against Nick's. Now he was back to bossing him about. No matter, Nick could think of a great way to keep his mouth busy in future.
    "Harder," Sam panted. Jesus, if he went much harder, Sam would end up with a BMW badge imprinted on that smooth stomach of his by the time they'd finished. Although that wouldn't be long, if the rush of sensation in Nick's bollocks was anything to go by. He wasn't usually this quick.
    "Sam, I think I'm gonna come," he warned him.
    "You think?" Sam managed to chuckle between clunks against the car, but the desperate raspiness of his own breaths indicated that he was close too. He reached down and started to pump frantically.
    Nick was silent as he came. He couldn't speak, couldn't see, couldn't do anything but shudder and buck at the intense rush of pleasure shooting out from the base of his cock.
    With a cry, Sam came too, ribbons of cum tearing out of him. He collapsed against the car, panting heavily, and Nick fell onto him, still shaking as the aftershocks of his own release ran through him. They stayed like that for a few moments, eyes shut tight, their breaths the only sound in the chilly air of the garage, the sweet smell of sweat and sex surrounding them.
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    Nick moved first, sliding out of Sam while holding onto the base of the condom. He shivered; the sweat already drying on his body.
    He slipped the condom off, tying a knot in it and chucking it down on the concrete floor. He'd clean it up later. "Jesus Christ. I didn't expect that to happen." He tucked himself back into his boxers, wincing a bit at the sticky feeling.
    Sam laughed. "I did."
    "Yeah, I figured that. Are you always that well prepared?"
    "Not always, no." He must have clocked the panicky look that washed over Nick's face, because he quickly added, "I'm always safe. I always carry stuff with me, if that's what you mean."
    Nick's shoulders relaxed a little. "You do this a lot?" He was fumbling about with his jeans, shaky fingers trying to do the buttons up.
    "What, shag random blokes?" Sam had wandered over to the corner of the garage and was pulling his jeans up. He pushed his feet into his trainers.
    Nick shrugged.
    Sam gave him a non-answer, shifting his now jean-clad arse over towards the garage door. "Depends what you mean by a lot I suppose. If I want it, I go out and get it. "
    Nick thought about the way Sam had managed to boss him about even with a cock up his arse. "And you always get what you want, do you?"
    Sam gave him a wide grin. "Pretty much. See you later." He ducked under the door leaving Nick to just stand there, listening to the click, click, click as he rode away.
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    As the blood flowed back to Nick's brain, it dragged a shedload of flotsam and jetsam with it: guilt, misery, shame, fear; all bobbing about in the murky depths of Nick's mind. And as he got a cloth and started to wipe down the bonnet, he realised if there's one thing guaranteed to make you feel like a sleazebag, it's having to clean spunk off your car.
    He wasn't entirely sure how this whole thing with Sam had happened. Yes, he'd been happy to gawk at the lad; yes he'd been more than happy to think about those pale blue eyes and that tight arse when he brought himself off in the shower that morning, but he hadn't expected to act on it.
    Sam was closer in age - he did the sums in his head - yes, Sam was easily closer in age to Libby than he was to Nick. And that would make him, well, a dirty old man, he supposed. And what the hell did that make Sam? A dirty young man? He was that alright. Nick