Matt made a sound of disbelief but Vic kissed his jawas if to silence him. “I do. You were with me this afternoon,wrapped around me. Your heart beat through me with every breath Itook. You spread through me, burning brighter than any flame. Yourlove protected me from the fire.”
The phone fell to the floor, discarded, as Mattfisted his hands in Vic’s thin undershirt. The cloying smell ofsmoke burned the back of his throat and stung fresh tears thatthreatened to fall. “I could’ve lost you.”
“You didn’t,” Vic pointed out. “You won’t. Ihave no powers without you. Haven’t you realized that by now? I canonly do heroic things because of you.”
When Matt tried to protest, Vic kissed him quiet.
* * * *
Chapter 9
By the following morning, the most Vic could do wasraise a few solitary ice cubes in his coffee to cool it off. Thepower, as usual, had run its course and petered out.
In a better mood after a night spent sleeping inVic’s embrace, Matt teased his lover as they sat at the kitchentable. “No heroics for you today,” he said, angling his chair so hecould prop one foot in Vic’s lap. Hidden beneath Vic’s flannelrobe, his lover’s dick twitched with sudden interest, but the earlymorning scowl on Vic’s face only deepened. Matt curled his toesinto Vic’s pillowy crotch and grinned. “Unless you’re up fora quick recharge?”
Vic grunted into his coffee mug, his gaze neverleaving the newspaper spread on the table before him. But one handslipped under the table to stroke the top of Matt’s foot, andMatt’s heel ground gently into Vic’s groin. With his long toes,Matt eased between the folds of fabric until he brushed againstsmooth skin. As his foot fondled Vic’s stiffening cock, Mattwatched his lover’s face closely. Those hard eyes softened, andVic’s thin lips parted in a faint gasp. Then his lower lip suckedin, caught between his teeth, and a slight, guttural moan escapedhis throat. The hand on Matt’s foot tightened as if keeping him inplace. When Matt managed to tuck Vic’s cock between his toes as herubbed up the thick length, Vic gasped; his hand caught Matt’sankle and held on tight. ::There,:: he sighed, the wordfilling Matt’s mind like a rising wind. ::Right there.::
Gripping his chair for balance, Matt concentrated onthe ministrations his foot performed unseen under the table. Itturned him on to know he could weaken a man like Vic, and when hislover’s mind opened to his, allowing Matt to feel the slough ofskin on skin as Vic felt it, Matt’s own erection perked to life.“Maybe we’ll just do it this way from now on,” he murmured.
Vic’s cheeks were slack, his eyes closed now, and hisnod didn’t agree with Matt’s words so much as with his actions. Vicwas still in the throes of waking up, and the sensation of Matt’sfoot on his bare cock stymied all thought. With a laugh, Mattsuggested, “If we just jerk each other off all the time, we won’thave to worry about you getting those damn powers anymore.” Vic’slength stood up beneath his foot, and Matt tickled it with histoes. “And I won’t have to worry about you getting hurt.”
“Matty,” Vic growled. The hand on Matt’s ankletightened in lust and frustration. “Don’t…”
The rest was lost in a hiss of pleasure when Matt’sbig toe tapped the tip of Vic’s dick. A barrage of images floodedMatt’s mind, the two of them locked together, every single timeMatt had ever made love to Vic. Their couplings played out like amovie in his mind, one loving moment after the next. The sheerdepth of emotion that rolled through him took his breath away.::Don’t be like that,:: Vic admonished, the words spokensilently between them. ::Don’t even joke about it. You know Ineed you.::
Matt knew. A big, beefy guy like Vic, riddled withpiercings and tattoos, looked like a dominant lover, but despiteappearances, he preferred submission in sex. He got off on thefullness, the pressure, the bump against his prostate with eachthrust, and hot cum shooting through his bowels.
Shortly after he had moved into Vic’s apartment, Matthad opened the bottom drawer of the dresser in the bedroom closetto find a stash of multi-colored dildos, each bigger than the last.There were realistic veined cocks, thick anal plugs, a set ofmassive butt beads that made Matt’s sphincter clench to look atthem, any number of vibrators and rubber dildos and anal toys.Carrying one of the larger pieces into the living room, hebrandished it at Vic and laughed. “What the hell?”
From where he sat on the couch watching TV, Vic hadshrugged, unembarrassed. “A man gets lonely,” he explained. “Whatdo you want me to say, Matty? I like it up the ass? You knowthat.”
“I almost feel inadequate,” Matt teased. To behonest? There was no almost about it. The sheer size of thesex toys made his balls shrivel in shame.
But Vic rolled his eyes. “Put it back. Or throw itaway even, I don’t care.” Reaching for him, Vic wrapped his armsaround Matt’s waist and pulled his lover into his lap. He nosedaside the open collar of Matt’s shirt to kiss the skin underneath.Into the hollow of his throat, Vic murmured, “All the toys in theworld don’t beat the real thing, Matty. I ain’t had to use thosesince I found you.”
Matt liked how unabashedly Vic approached sex. Heliked it rough, hard and fast and rhythmic, animalistic almost. Heliked being ridden into the bed, or the couch, or the floor. Heliked Matt on him, in him, completing him. Vic loved being filledby him, with him. He never articulated his feelings, but they wereforefront in his mind at all times; once the two of them had formedthe mental connection that tied them together, heart and soul, Mattdiscovered all this and more.
He knew the most sensitive part on Vic’s body was thetight skin between his buttocks; Matt knew Vic liked to be lickedthere, and kissed, and nipped. He knew Vic thought a good blowjobinvolved a slick finger up
