Love Is Always Write Volume 4

smiled at himself. He was getting better at doing that these days. He checked the alarm, pulled himself out of bed and padded into the kitchen in his shorts, rubbing his eyes.
    Saturday. Motocross day. Race day. And today was even more special than that.
    He grinned as he heard the key in the door, and Danny fell through it, clutching a giant box spilling papers and clothes.
    "Hey, baby," and he dropped the box on the floor and wrapped himself around Aaron, planting a really hot open-mouthed kiss on him and pushing him up against the kitchen table.
    "I missed you last night."
    "Me too, dude," sighed Danny. "And I'm horny as hell this morning. That's the last time, though. We'll be together every night now for always. My stuff's all packed and in the wagon downstairs ready to bring up."
    It had been an easy decision to make, once they realized that Danny hadn't been back to his apartment in over a fortnight, although Aaron still couldn't believe his luck. He laughed inside every time he remembered the phone call to Carly, and her incredulity that he was in love, and that his new partner - a guy! - was about to move into his apartment. She'd been so happy for him, and so proud that he'd held it all together and made a new life for himself.
    They were made for each other, he and Danny, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like not to have him there to lie with on the sofa in the evening, watching the sports on TV and drinking beer, and not being able to keep their hands off each other long enough to make it to the bedroom, and then lying there in the safe haven of his arms every night, listening to the comfort of his breath rising and falling in his sleep.
    It had been funny the first time at the motocross club when Danny called him baby instead of buddy, and he'd expected a few comments about it, but no one seemed to mind. It was the same at the garage. Sam had taken him on one side and said he was happy for him and if any of the guys gave him grief to let him know, but no one had ever said anything nasty.
    He could feel Danny's mouth curving into a smile against his lips as he pushed him back on the kitchen table and palmed the massive hard-on that was already packing out the front of his shorts.
    "Mmmm... time for breakfast."
    "Hey, hey, we haven't got time. We got the wagon to unpack, and the race starts at midday."
    He made a half-hearted attempt to push Danny back, thinking about all the stuff they had to do today, but he could feel his willpower melting away as Danny leaned in towards him, nipping at his lips, his eyes misting with desire.
    "Just a quickie, Aaron, doesn't matter if we're a bit late. I missed you all night."
    And Danny's freshly showered skin smelled so good, the hard-packed muscles of his chest felt so hot pressed up against him, that suddenly nothing else mattered, and he kissed him back hard, sucking his tongue and pulling him close.
    Danny's warm hand closed around his dick, his thumb rubbing away the drop of wet that had already formed there, while his other hand pulled down his shorts.
    Aaron leaned back, eyes closed, moaning softly. How the hell did Danny do that? Nobody had ever made him feel this good - and he knew that nobody else ever would.
    He heard Danny's zipper being pulled down, heard his breathing become rougher as his hands caressed Aaron's chest and butt, pushing his knees back against his chest.
    Danny's hands cupped his balls, stroking gently, and then he felt his forefinger rubbing around the rim of his ass, driving him wild.
    He heard Danny spit on his hand, then think better of it, and laughing, reached for the lube to get things done quicker. Then he heard the snap of the condom and felt the tip of his big cock probing at his ass, edging in carefully so as not to hurt him, before Danny gripped him tight around his butt and sank right into him. Both of them whimpered because it felt so damn good.
    Before the first time he'd done it, he hadn't been sure, but Danny promised him he didn't have to do it if he didn't like it... and now he was addicted to Danny moving deep inside him, just like he'd been addicted to the bad stuff in the old days. Before he met Danny, he'd have laughed if someone had told him that being fucked in the ass could make you feel that good. He'd assumed that it was something guys did with guys they loved as a favor to each other, not something that could feel this amazing.
    And now, just like every time they made love - sometimes long and tender,