Most people went through life unable to admit whatthey really wanted from a lover. Matt knew Vic’s deepestdesires, he felt the depth of Vic’s love without having to be told,and he was determined to make even Vic’s wildest dreams cometrue.
* * * *
Once, and only once, their roles had reversed. It hadbeen on their anniversary, the day when, two years earlier, Mattfirst saw Vic at the gym and wondered what he could say or do toget the big lug to look his way. Vic counted New Year’s Eve astheir anniversary, which was the date they finally overstepped thefine line between friends and lovers, but for Matt, life startedthat early spring day in the weight room.
The evening of his anniversary, they’d been inthe living room watching Jeopardy! Vic’s hectic summershifts hadn’t yet started, so his evenings were spent at home withMatt, the two of them entwined on the couch. Matt sat at one endand Vic stretched out beside him, head on a small throw pillow,legs tucked up, bare feet in Matt’s lap. Bored with the television,Matt strummed the bottoms of Vic’s feet, studying his lover’s palelegs and the fine blonde hair barely discernable along the smoothskin. His gaze drifted over Vic’s knees, up his thick thighs, tothe front of his threadbare boxers, where the fabric tentedslightly. When he tickled the bottom of Vic’s toes, the bulgeshuddered in response. When Matt reached out to trail a finger upthe back of Vic’s thighs, a snap on the fly of his lover’s boxerspopped open beneath the sudden strain.
“You’re playing with me,” Vic murmured.
With one fist curled under his chin, he lay on hisside watching television. Matt sat in the corner of his vision, hisgentle touches stealing Vic’s attention from the show. Mostdistracting was the hand that tickled the back of his leg, high upon his thigh where his buttocks began to curve. Matt picked up animage from Vic’s mind as easily as picking a dandelion—his handslipping into the leg of Vic’s boxers, those long fingers findingtheir way to the puckered skin that led into the core of Vic’sbeing. Just those fingers, fucking him, and Matt’s other handcaressing the bottom of his feet.
A tempting thought. Matt plucked at the hem of Vic’sboxers, debating going farther. But Matt surprised them both whenhe said, “You love me this time.”
“I do,” Vic answered automatically. At Matt’s slightfrown, Vic’s gaze shifted to him. Matt sent him a quick thoughtthat flashed through them both and was gone—him on his stomach andVic behind him, above him, in him, for once. Vic’s browscreased. “Wait. You mean…”
“I’ve never…” Matt started, then sort of shrugged, asif leaving it up to Vic. “So you’d be my first.”
Vic stared at him, his mind eerily quiet.
“We don’t have to,” Matt murmured. He didn’t like thesilence that suddenly spawned between them. “I know you like…I justthought—”
Vic cut him off. “We can. If you’re sure.” When Mattnodded, Vic backed up against the couch and patted the space infront of him. “Come here then.”
Matt lay in front of Vic, who stretched his legs outalong the couch to make more room for them both. A large handpetted Matt’s shoulders, then turned him over so his back pressedagainst Vic’s chest. The hardness at Vic’s crotch bunched like afist against Matt’s buttocks. With a humorless laugh, Matt said,“I’m nervous.”
“Relax.” Vic’s hand stroked Matt’s stomach, smoothingdown his T-shirt, then slipped beneath the fabric to rub over bareskin ticklish at his touch. Nuzzling Matt’s curls aside, Vic kissedthe back of his ear and whispered, “You sure about this, love?”
The warm breath rushed through him, melting anyresistance he had. “Yes,” Matt sighed. Vic’s hand trailed low overhis belly to ease into the front of Matt’s boxers, where it cuppedthe start of an erection that stood beneath Vic’s palm.“Please.”
Vic took his time, kissing the back of Matt’s neck,sucking on his earlobe, fondling his dick and balls. With slightmovements so as not disturb their intimacy, he reached for a tubeof lubricant that sat discarded on the end table, within easyreach. Gently he eased down Matt’s boxers, then his own. Mattgasped at the thickness that poked between his buttocks, fearclenching his stomach and groin. “Relax,” Vic purred again as heslathered his own erection with lube. “It’s going to hurt more ifyou’re tense. We can stop—”
“No.” Matt took a deep breath, trying to clear hismind and relax his body. He wanted to do this, to give himself toVic. It was the only thing that stood between them, keeping themapart. As a wet hand glided between his ass cheeks, Matt archedinto the touch. Large fingers rimmed his tight hole, the lubewarming until it felt like flames licked his ass. An involuntaryhiss escaped Matt’s lips as one huge finger slipped into him.
“Please,” he gasped again. The sensation burnedthrough him, not quite painful but not quite not at the sametime. It didn’t hurt, not really, but it didn’t feel all that greateither. But once Vic eased past the first tight band of muscle,Matt felt the fire eat him from the inside out, flames spiralingthrough his body with each slow thrust.
Then Vic touched something deep in him that set hisblood ablaze, and his cock went from semi-erect to an iron shaftthat pulsed in time with the beating of his heart.
With mind numbing slowness, Vic pulled his fingerfree and guided his hard dick into Matt in its place. Each tinyinch hurt, despite the kisses behind his ear and the hand strokinghis own weeping erection, cradling his thudding balls. Vic’s otherhand cupped Matt’s cheek and Matt bit into the fleshy pad beneathVic’s thumb, stifling the cry that wanted to tear from his throatas Vic eased into him. Matt’s breath came in shallow
