Love Is Always Write Volume 4

sometimes quick and urgent - he wanted this to last forever, Danny's hand stroking his dick between their stomachs, in time with his thrusts inside Aaron, and Aaron lifting his hips to take him deeper, stroking his hair.
    "Oh, baby," he sighed as Danny's cock, pounding inside him, found the sweet spot and the waves began to spread out from a point right down inside him that he didn't even know existed a couple of months ago. And then he was coming in Danny's hand, spurting across both their stomachs a second or so before Danny gasped and jerked forward and spilled himself somewhere deep inside him.
    "Aaron, baby, fuck, that's so good."
    Danny collapsed forward on him on the kitchen table and they lay there like that, stroking each other, Aaron's hands in Danny's blond cowlicky hair, until Danny laughed and pulled him to his feet with his hand.
    "Best way to start the day. Time to hit the shower, and then we can go unload the wagon."
    As they passed the long mirror in the hall, Aaron paused to look at them both, hand in hand, one big and blond, the other dark and wiry, and he hardly recognized the dark guy who looked ahead confidently and met his gaze instead of looking shyly down and to the side.
    Danny looked, too, ruffling Aaron's hair. "Don't we make a cute couple?"
    And then, becoming serious: "Five years clean today. We should do something to mark it, make it a special day. How about we head off to Arkwright Mount right after we finish the race? We could camp out there, do a couple of laps of the old track? The riverbed shouldn't be as boggy... hasn't rained in a while."
    "Sounds awesome." Aaron grinned. "I bet I can kick your ass over that camelback on the old loop - like to see you do a no-hander landing there."
    Danny took him in his arms and murmured into his hair. "Best take your little slate heart off, though. I don't want to spend three hours looking through that old red mud for it, like last time."
    Aaron smiled, undoing the leather string around his neck that Danny had bought him to keep the heart in place. "I'll keep it on the nightstand. I don't need to wear it anymore."
    And Danny stroked his face and said, smiling right back at him, "No, you don't need to wear it any more, baby, 'cos you got my heart now."
    THE END
    Author bio: Trinity Lee started writing slash fiction after developing an addiction to reading it. Her love for guys in leathers began when she read SE Hinton's The Outsiders as a teenager. She now lives at the beach and divides her time between working as a computer programmer and writing erotic romance.
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HEARTSTRINGS
    by Jessa Ryan

    I watched as his fingers stroked the body of the guitar...and I remembered those fingers stroking my back, the hard calloused tips scratching ever so gently down, down, down coming to rest just at the base of my spine. I shivered with the memory. And then he began to play...
    ~ Sammy2006

    genre: contemporary
    tags: musician; reunited; sweet (no sex); romance; tattoos
    word count: 39,010
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    HEARTSTRINGS
    by Jessa Ryan
    "Idiot!" Chad muttered under his breath. He put on his turn signal to get around the VW Beetle crawling at a bug's pace in the fast lane, not one hundred percent sure if he was talking about the other driver or himself. But to question himself again on why he was traveling the three hour distance for a concert wouldn't do him any good.
    Especially with two and a half hours of blacktop already behind him. Two and a half hours spent with: Why, after years without him did my heart jump the second I found out he'd be performing so close? And why, oh for the love of God, why did I crumble and buy the tickets after at least ten very stern talks with myself that under no circumstances was I going to go? Masochism? Morbid curiosity?
    He shook his head, not knowing the answer now any more than he did a couple days ago, and turned on the radio for a distraction. That didn't help. At all. He'd only been listening ten minutes before they played Abduction's song, Cry . It was their only hit in mainstream music right now, but Chad was positive it was only the beginning for Zeb and his band. He jabbed the power button, leaving the car silent. Only one question haunted the silence… probably the only one that really mattered. "Why am I putting myself through this?"
    Closure.
    Yeah, that made sense, right? After all, he'd moved on. Dating was a good sign of that, wasn't it? Not to mention, he