Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3 by Various Authors Page B
Authors: Various Authors
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the way I was. Since those days in L.A. I've protected myself, forced myself to do what I left Reverie to do. But I've known I was a fake and that soon enough someone was going to figure me out." He speared a glance at Will. "You saw it."
Finally, Will went to him. He put an arm around him and drew him toward the bathroom. "There's a lot of emotion going on inside you right now. Maybe I saw things because I knew you before and I sensed the changes in you. I remember the passion, the nights with you and Bobby out in our garage. I remember listening to your songs."
They walked into the bathroom and again Sinn gazed around. "Wow, you're a detail kind of guy. This is...pretty awesome."
Will grinned. He slapped Sinn on the ass. A hiss escaped him. Will gripped the fiery flesh He turned and nipped Sinn's ear. "I've got something to help with that a little later. A special lotion that'll ease some of that sting."
He left Sinn and walked to the panel and turned on the jets in the shower which was almost a room unto itself. He held out a hand to Sinn. "Step into my parlor," he said and waggled his eyebrows. Sinn laughed and hurried toward the shower. Will's mood lightened when he saw the smile which lit up Sinn's eyes with a devilish light. Enough of the heavy memories that weighed him down for now. The important thing was that Sinn had survived and he was here with Will now. And Will planned to make the most of every minute of his company.
The water in the shower was the perfect temperature, the perfect pressure, pulsating, warm like a Seattle summer rainstorm. Sinn stepped inside and Will closed the glass door, shutting them in.
****
Sinn had made a point for a long time in not dwelling on his past, on the time he'd spent in California. It was too heavy a baggage and weighed him down for far too long. How Will had managed to find the lock to open it, to air it out, was a mystery to Sinn. But feeling cleansed and lighter was exactly how Sinn felt at the moment.
Will picked up some liquid soap and a sea sponge and began soaping up Sinn, giving great attention to detail until Sinn's cock was hard and eager once again. Surprisingly so.
Sinn was shocked when Will dropped to his knees and used both hands to soap him–his hands sliding up Sinn's torso through foamy bubbles, ringing his tits, sliding back down to surround his cock.
"Oh, nice," Sinn said as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying the fondling of Will's thick fingers over his head. One of Will's hands cupped his balls, fingering them lightly.
Sinn finally slitted his eyes and gazed down at Will. He lifted Will to his feet, anchored a soapy hand round his neck and drew him forward for a kiss. Will's hand came around him drawing him close, fingers splayed across his back. Sinn was aroused again. This time not by a dominating presence, but one of equals enjoying the touch of each other's bodies. He deepened the kiss, his arms wrapped around Will and drew him close. Kissing, and kissing some more. He fondled Will's thick wet hair. Will's body against his, the pulsating water, the slippery soap–he rubbed against Will. Lips wet, sliding easily one to the other, tongues tangled and suddenly Sinn was ravenous. He ached in every crevice and more, but there was still something else he wanted, and that want trumped any pain. He pulled back and then leaned in close to Will's ear.
"I want to fuck you."
Will's arms tightened around Sinn. "There's condoms in the medicine cabinet. I'll wait for you."
"You are fastidious, aren't you?" Sinn said as he unwound his arms from around Will's delicious muscular body.
Will shrugged. "A quirk of mine. Does it bother you?"
"After the life I've led? Hardly. You've got a care few men of my acquaintance share. I can't say I had the best of teachers."
"In that I was more fortunate. It was a scholarship that got me out of Reverie. Film School here in Seattle. It was one of my professors who took a liking to my work. He..."
Finally, Will went to him. He put an arm around him and drew him toward the bathroom. "There's a lot of emotion going on inside you right now. Maybe I saw things because I knew you before and I sensed the changes in you. I remember the passion, the nights with you and Bobby out in our garage. I remember listening to your songs."
They walked into the bathroom and again Sinn gazed around. "Wow, you're a detail kind of guy. This is...pretty awesome."
Will grinned. He slapped Sinn on the ass. A hiss escaped him. Will gripped the fiery flesh He turned and nipped Sinn's ear. "I've got something to help with that a little later. A special lotion that'll ease some of that sting."
He left Sinn and walked to the panel and turned on the jets in the shower which was almost a room unto itself. He held out a hand to Sinn. "Step into my parlor," he said and waggled his eyebrows. Sinn laughed and hurried toward the shower. Will's mood lightened when he saw the smile which lit up Sinn's eyes with a devilish light. Enough of the heavy memories that weighed him down for now. The important thing was that Sinn had survived and he was here with Will now. And Will planned to make the most of every minute of his company.
The water in the shower was the perfect temperature, the perfect pressure, pulsating, warm like a Seattle summer rainstorm. Sinn stepped inside and Will closed the glass door, shutting them in.
****
Sinn had made a point for a long time in not dwelling on his past, on the time he'd spent in California. It was too heavy a baggage and weighed him down for far too long. How Will had managed to find the lock to open it, to air it out, was a mystery to Sinn. But feeling cleansed and lighter was exactly how Sinn felt at the moment.
Will picked up some liquid soap and a sea sponge and began soaping up Sinn, giving great attention to detail until Sinn's cock was hard and eager once again. Surprisingly so.
Sinn was shocked when Will dropped to his knees and used both hands to soap him–his hands sliding up Sinn's torso through foamy bubbles, ringing his tits, sliding back down to surround his cock.
"Oh, nice," Sinn said as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying the fondling of Will's thick fingers over his head. One of Will's hands cupped his balls, fingering them lightly.
Sinn finally slitted his eyes and gazed down at Will. He lifted Will to his feet, anchored a soapy hand round his neck and drew him forward for a kiss. Will's hand came around him drawing him close, fingers splayed across his back. Sinn was aroused again. This time not by a dominating presence, but one of equals enjoying the touch of each other's bodies. He deepened the kiss, his arms wrapped around Will and drew him close. Kissing, and kissing some more. He fondled Will's thick wet hair. Will's body against his, the pulsating water, the slippery soap–he rubbed against Will. Lips wet, sliding easily one to the other, tongues tangled and suddenly Sinn was ravenous. He ached in every crevice and more, but there was still something else he wanted, and that want trumped any pain. He pulled back and then leaned in close to Will's ear.
"I want to fuck you."
Will's arms tightened around Sinn. "There's condoms in the medicine cabinet. I'll wait for you."
"You are fastidious, aren't you?" Sinn said as he unwound his arms from around Will's delicious muscular body.
Will shrugged. "A quirk of mine. Does it bother you?"
"After the life I've led? Hardly. You've got a care few men of my acquaintance share. I can't say I had the best of teachers."
"In that I was more fortunate. It was a scholarship that got me out of Reverie. Film School here in Seattle. It was one of my professors who took a liking to my work. He..."
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