Love Is Always Write Volume 4

heat in his belly drove right through his dick and spurted out in reams of cum.
    Sam must have felt the contractions in Nick's body, because instead of thrusting back in, this time he withdrew completely and Nick heard the snapping sound of the condom being removed. Seconds later, Sam's already frantic pants were replaced by a shuddery 'oh', and Nick felt a warm wetness against his back.
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    Nick woke in the night to the strange sensation of a warm body nestled up against him. A couple of guys he'd picked up before had stayed the night, but that was due to politeness more than anything else. It had been sex, then sleep, then goodbye. Certainly no cuddling in the night and it felt alien to him.
    The last few years with Michelle, they may as well have drawn a line down the middle of their bed to mark out sides. Even when he had craved physical contact, he had never dared to cross over to Michelle's territory; the stiff coldness he would have encountered would have been too much to bear.
    As Sam snuggled up close to him, Nick realised how much he had missed the delicious night time intimacy of bare skin touching his. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply at the hair tickling his nose. The sweet, warm mix of hair gel and sweat enveloped his senses. He allowed himself to reach up and stroke lightly at Sam's hair, finding that the gel had stiffened it into sticky peaks. Sam responded with a soft murmur, and pressed sleepy wet kisses against Nick's collar bone. Nick smiled to himself. It felt so good to hold someone in his arms, even if he was being drooled on. It felt...nice.
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    Sam jabbed his spoon at the framed picture on the breakfast bar. "She yours?" he asked, his mouth full of premium cereal with added strawberry bits.
    "Yeah, Libby. That's quite an old picture. She looks much older than that now." Nick winced a little. It wasn't exactly a lie. The photo had been taken more than three years ago, and she would've gotten older whether or not he'd been there to see it.
    Another munch of cereal. "How old is she?"
    "Seventeen now. She's eighteen next month."
    "Wow, Grandad!" Sam laughed. "You're young to have a kid that age."
    "Yeah, she was kind of an accident. I spent my twentieth birthday on a labour ward. We share a birthday."
    "Oh right. What you getting her?"
    "What, for her birthday?"
    " No , for Christmas , in the middle of April." Sam rolled his eyes. "Duh, of course for her birthday."
    "Uh, I dunno yet." Now, that was an outright lie. He knew exactly what he was getting her. The same as he'd got her for the last three years: zilch.
    Sam's brow furrowed a little and intense pale blue eyes bored into Nick over the bowl of cereal. "You're not getting her anything, are you?"
    Nick blew out a deep sigh. "She doesn't want anything to do with me. Look, can we drop the subject now?"
    "Um, no."
    The piece of toast in Nick's mouth lodged in his throat and he gave a dry cough to try and remove it. It didn't work. "No what?" he managed in a scratchy voice.
    "No, we can't drop it. She's going to be an adult in a week's time and I think her Dad should get her something."
    Nick was dumbfounded. He looked at the young guy slouching about on his bar stool, in his kitchen and wondered why the hell he had bothered to get the nice cereal out for him.
    "Well, do you know what I think?" Nick didn't wait for Sam to answer. "I think you don't know what you're talking about and that you should butt out."
    Sam let out a dramatic sigh. "Fair enough. But I do know what I'm talking about. My Dad hasn't been in contact with me since I was ten, and I think he's a total arsehole."
    "So that's what you think I am too?"
    Sam shrugged. "Well, seeing as you asked, I'd say that not getting your eighteen-year-old daughter a birthday present is pretty arseholey, yes. She's the one who's a teenager, not you." He picked up the bowl and slurped the milk, tipping his head right back. He set the bowl down on the breakfast bar, and checked his watch. "Anyway, I'd better get going." He started to make his way to the hallway. "Thanks for breakfast, and the...um...you know..."
    Yeah. Nick knew.
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    From then on, the you know was pretty much constant. Sam was insatiable, and his youthful exuberance must have rubbed off on Nick because he had no problems keeping up with Sam's demands. In fact, Nick started to fear that he was going to live the rest of his life in a permanent state of arousal. Even the crafty wanks he had once Sam had left for work