A low growl tickled the back of Vic’s throat.“Spoiled,” he said, his voice gruff. He closed the door, shuttingMatt out in the hall, but through the thin wood, Matt heard hislover call out, “Mrs. K? We had a question about our lease.”
Slowly, Matt grinned.
* * * *
Matt didn’t bring up the question of a pet again. Hedidn’t have to—he had Vic thinking about it, and he knew Vic wouldgive him what he wanted in the end. And to be honest, Matt wasn’texactly sure what he wantedwas a pet. His lover’s immediate refusal upon seeing Mrs. K’s catsprawled out on their kitchen table had been the only reason Mattpressed his point in the first place. If they got a pet, he wantedit to be a mutual decision, not a knee-jerk reaction. So Vic didn’tlike cats; so what? There were other animals they could keep ifthey chose.
By Monday morning, getting a pet was the last thingon Matt’s mind when he woke. His arms were still tight around Vic’swaist, his nude body pressed against his lover’s, in a paleimitation of the way they had held onto each other while makinglove the night before. Then Vic had been on his stomach, his thickcock throbbing between himself and the mattress, his pillow tuckedunder his head and gripped in both arms. Matt had straddled himfrom behind, and each hard thrust that drove his dick into Vic’sass was matched with a lusty moan deep in the back of Vic’s throat.His lover bit at the pillow in his arms and raised his hips off thebed to meet Matt as they fucked. Just before Matt had come, he’dlain down above Vic, covering his lover’s body with his own, andshoved in as far as he could go. His arms had eased beneath Vic’sshoulders and their fingers laced together. At the last possiblemoment, Vic had turned to kiss Matt, and Matt’s orgasm tore throughthem both, triggering Vic’s own.
In the early morning stillness, it took Matt a momentto extract himself from Vic, both physically and mentally. Asquietly as he could, he showered and dressed, then ate a quickbreakfast of frozen waffles that he washed down with a cup ofstrong coffee. Leaving the coffeemaker on to keep the rest of thejava warm, Matt ducked back into the bedroom for his gym bag. Inthe darkness, Vic was nothing but an indistinct shape on the bed,his nakedness buried under the blankets.
Matt stopped by his lover’s side and pulled the topcover back just enough to expose Vic’s tattooed and pierced brow.Kissing his forehead, Matt murmured, “Love you, big guy. Have agood day, you hear?”
Vic groaned and rolled toward the sound of Matt’svoice. Through the blanket, Matt felt hidden hands rub over hislower back. Before they could catch hold of him, though, he stoodand laughed. ::Much as I’d loveto,:: he told Vic silently, ::I’ll never hear the end of it from Roxie if I’m lateagain. She says I’m lying when I tell her it’s your fault. Says noone can have sex as much as I claim we do.::
Despite all appearances, Vic’s mind was more alertthan his body at this hour. ::Nowonder she’s always thinking of dick when she sees me,:: hegroused. ::Is that all you two talkabout?::
::Your dick,::Matt admitted. He reached out and tickled Vic through the blanket,hoping his hand was in close proximity to his lover’s genitalia. Bythe way Vic shifted and the sudden surge of desire that colored histhoughts, Matt suspected his aim was true. ::It’s one of my favorite topics ofconversation.::
::At work?::Vic shifted again, trying to catch Matt’s hand between hislegs.
Matt pulled it back in time. ::Anywhere. Love you.::
Another kiss, this one on the bridge of Vic’s nose,and a third when his lover pulled the blanket down and puckered up.“Tastes like syrup,” he muttered. “Now I want pancakes.”
“There are waffles in the fridge.” Matt smoothed ahand over Vic’s brow, reluctant to leave. The rumpled sheets madethe bed look so inviting, and he knew just how warm and cozy it’dbe to strip down and tuck himself in next to his lover…
But he was running late for work. “See you tonight,”he called out, pulling the bedroom door shut behind him to keep outthe light from the hall.
::Love you,::came Vic’s mental reply. His thoughts were tinged with exhaustion,and by the time Matt locked the front door to their apartmentbehind him and headed down the stairs, Vic had fallen back tosleep.
At the gym, Roxie was already behind the receptioncounter when Matt entered. “What did you do, spend the night?” hejoked as he swiped his key card to enter the employee’s area.
The button that buzzed the door open was underRoxie’s desk; she hit it as he swiped his card, effectivelycanceling his request for entry. The door stayed shut when Matt hitit with his elbow. “Roxie, come on. I’m just kidding.”
“You walked me to my car yesterday,” she muttered.“You know I went home.”
Matt shrugged. “You could’ve snuck back in after Idrove off, I don’t know. Let me in.”
“Stop picking on me then.”
He waited until her attention was diverted to hercomputer and tried his card a second time. No dice. She probablyhad a knee pressed up against the button, keeping him out. “Roxie,”he whined.
She shook her head, her dyed red hair flipping fromone shoulder to the other. “That might work for your man of steel,”she joked, “but your superhuman powers of persuasion are lost onme. How is Vic doing, anyway?”
“I left him asleep in the bed,” Matt admitted. Hejiggled the door handle, as if that would help. “And if you don’topen up, I’ll head back home and join him.”
Roxie laughed. “You guys rut like rabbits. How hemanages to sit in the driver’s seat all day after that, I can’timagine.”
Before Matt could think of something pithy to say inresponse, the door opened behind him and he stumbled back into thehallway that
