Then one arm disappeared, slipping behindhim, leaving just Matt’s left forearm like a belt around Vic’sbelly. Vic grabbed Matt’s hand before he could remove that arm,too. Holding it against him, Vic grinned at his own reflection.“What do you think you’re doing?”
Suddenly something cool and wet eased downthe crack of his ass to pool at his clenched hole. “This,” Mattmurmured.
One finger slid inside Vic and he gasped withdelight as he stood on his toes. In his mind’s eye he saw Matt amoment before, surreptitiously squeezing out a healthy palmful oflube from a half-used tube that had fallen earlier from the sinkinto the tub. Now he worked that dollop into Vic with hisforefinger as he thrust into his palm, slathering his cock.
Standing on the balls of his feet, Vicpressed against the sink and watched himself moan. The sound thatescaped his throat was guttural and low, primal in its need. “Fuckme, Matty. Oh, God. Oh, Christ. Just fuck me already, will you?Please.”
Matt’s flushed face appeared over Vic’sshoulder in the mirror with an enigmatic grin like the damnedCheshire cat’s. “I thought we were taking this into thebedroom?”
“Here,” Vic commanded. “Right here. I can’twait any longer.”
To prove his point, he turned and caught Mattin a heady kiss, his strong arms enveloping Matt to pull him close.Matt backed up against the full-length mirror on the wall behindhim. “Vic,” he sighed, breathless. His hands caught Vic’s hard cockand slid easily along the length. “I love you like this.”
“I love you,” Vic managed betweenkisses. Releasing Matt, he laid his hands flat against the mirroredsurface and left smudged fingerprints smeared where he touched. Hisarms hemmed Matt in, trapping his lover in the span between them.He planted a tender kiss on Matt’s temple. “Like this or any otherway, I don’t care. I just want you in me, you hear?”
Matt grinned. “Loud and clear. Spread ‘em forme, loverboy.”
Vic did as he was told, spreading his legsapart. Matt tugged on Vic’s cock, pulling him close, until thespace between them disappeared. Vic covered Matt’s mouth with hisown as he felt his lover’s fingers fumble behind his balls, Matt’scock following a second after. A moment’s discomfort as the tip ofMatt’s dick pierced him, then Vic relaxed and his lover eased intohim like a gear locking into place.
Where he belonged.
Vic glanced at his wild-eyed reflection andsaw behind him the mirror above the sink and, reflected back, theirpaired coupling against the full-length mirror. Inside that,another reflection, smaller than the first but just as definite,reflecting back onto itself the same image over and over again—twomen clasped together in the throes of passion, VIc’s ass flexingaround Matt’s thick cock, Matt’s arms snaking around Vic’s waist tokeep him near, their bodies moving in an ancient synchronous rhythmthat spoke only of completion.
Then Vic closed his eyes and gave into thatrhythm, driving him toward love’s release.
* * * *
Monday morning came all too early for Matt.When his alarm clock went off, he rolled over halfheartedly tosilence it, then snuggled closer to Vic’s warm, nude body. Twoseconds later, the familiar jangle of dog tags roused him as thebed shook beneath Sadie’s sudden weight. Her cold nose burrowedbeneath the blankets, aiming for his feet. “All right, all right!”he cried softly. He pulled his toes away from her lapping tongueand struggled to free himself from the bed sheet. “I’m up.”
The dog waited impatiently as Matt relievedhimself—from the bathroom, he could hear her paws as she paced bythe door to their apartment, eager to head outside. Pulling onVic’s flannel robe, which swam on Matt’s lithe frame, Matt stoppedin the kitchen to retrieve the full trash bag his lover had tied upthe night before. He snatched Sadie’s leash from the hook where ithung beside the fridge and wrestled with her for a moment in theearly morning darkness of the hallway before the clasp snappedtight around her collar. Then, the dog tugging on one hand and thetrash bag in the other, Matt let her lead him from the apartment,downstairs, and out the front door.
Cool air prickled Matt’s bare legs as hestepped outside. Though the temperature was already well into theupper seventies at this hour, the day’s humidity wasn’t nearly ashigh as it would be in another hour or so. Giving Sadie some leadso she could nose around behind the azaleas, Matt trotted to thecurb and deposited the garbage bag in the trashcan waiting forpickup. When he left a little later for work, he’d bring down therecycles and leave them by the can, as well. It was Vic’s job toreturn the empty trashcan to its spot on the side of their buildingand bring the recycle bin back inside before he left at noon.
Matt returned to the stoop and wrapped hisarms around himself as he waited for the dog to finish her businessbehind the bushes. Vic’s scent wafted up from the robe, warm andintoxicating. His whole body ached to return to his lover’sembrace, but he had to be at the gym in an hour or he’d never hearthe end of it from his coworker, Roxie. Why it bothered her when hewas late, he didn’t know. The few times he’d actually arrived atwork before her stood out like diamonds in his mind. He’dsat in her chair at the reception desk, feet kicked up beside hercomputer, and practically gloated when she walked in. “Shut up,”she’d said, before he even managed to savor the moment. “I don’twant to hear it, Matthew. Trust me, you don’t want to gothere.”
Grinning, Matt whistled for Sadie. When shedidn’t respond immediately, he tugged on her lead, reeling her in.Maybe he’d try to show up early today, just to piss off Roxie. Itwould set the tone for the rest of the week.
Back upstairs, Matt was locking the doorbehind him when he heard paper rustling in the living room andturned to
