“Relax,” Vic sighed again.
Matt tried and couldn’t. “God,” he gasped, and“shit,” and “Vic.”
Suddenly a calming presence filled his mind. Vichugged him close, both physically and mentally, opening theconnection they shared until Matt felt what Vic felt every timethey made love. He felt the man move within him, body and mind,felt love pouring into him, thrusting into him, consuming him. Thepain dispersed beneath kisses, caresses, mental strokes thatsoothed his body, loosened his muscles, allowing him to take Vicin. Then each thrust brought with it a shot of pleasure thatspiraled through Matt, igniting his veins, engulfing his heart.
It seemed to last forever. Matt came twice, once whenVic fully entered him and again when Vic got off. Both times hisorgasm ripped through him, tearing him apart. Afterwards he felthollow, deflated, used, but even when Vic pulled free, their mindsstill meshed as they cuddled together on the couch. Matt’s teethleft a deep, mouth-shaped bruise on Vic’s palm that took a goodweek to clear.
The next day, Matt woke up sick. A migraine stabbedbehind his eyes, thudded in his ears, churned his stomach. In thebathroom, the bright light made him vomit into the sink. His legsshook so badly, he could barely stand. It was all he could do tostumble back to bed, where the sheets were too hot and chafed hisskin. “I’m dying,” he muttered to Vic.
“You’re not dead yet,” Vic assured him, but the frownon his lover’s face hinted otherwise.
“I’m on fire,” Matt swore. He reached out with hismind to share his ailment with Vic, only to find himself cut offfrom his lover. Alone. Fear blossomed in him. “Vic? I can’t feelyou.”
A cool hand covered his forehead. “I’m righthere.”
“Talk to me,” Matt demanded. His eyes slipped closedas he concentrated on connecting with his lover. “Tell mesomething, anything.” He heard Vic’s mouth open and shook his head.“Not out loud.”
Nothing.
A sliver of fear crept into Vic’s voice. “Matty,what’s happened?”
Oh, God.
* * * *
The sickness passed, and slowly the connectionre-established itself between them, spinning out like a spider’sdelicate thread, weaving itself into a web that held them together.Matt figured the powers were to blame, again. A certain level musthave built up in Vic—he had an untapped store of super strength atall times, and the telepathy between them was always there, aswell. Even when they didn’t make love for several days, those twopowers still lived in him. As Matt regained his health, he thoughtmaybe those lingering powers had transferred from Vic back to himduring sex, and maybe they clashed with whatever created them inthe first place. When given back to their source, they squealedlike feedback on a microphone, sickening him.
Never again.
Later, Vic thanked Matt for giving up his virginity.Matt tried to shrug it off like it was nothing, but Vic wouldn’tlet him make light of his gift. “You’re my first,” he said,covering Matt’s mouth with one hand to keep him from protesting.“I’ve never done that before, and probably won’t ever again. So itmeans the world to me. Thank you.”
“It’s yours when you want it,” Matt promised. He onlyhalf-meant it—though he was pleased Vic liked it enough to makesuch a big deal about it, he hoped his lover would never take himup on the offer again. The pain and discomfort of entry might easein time but that “morning after” bit he could live without.
Reading that thought, Vic smiled and rubbed Matt’sknee in a comforting gesture. “It’s nice to switch up now and then,but to be honest? I almost didn’t get off on it.”
Surprised, Matt laughed. “I’ll be better next time, Ipromise.”
“You were great,” Vic said. “I just need something inme to come.” His smile widened, his eyes twinkling.“Something like you.”
* * * *
That moment replayed itself in Matt’s mind, alongwith dozens of others, intimate snatches of dialogue, tongues andhands and lips on heated flesh, open thoughts spilling into eachother in the early morning light that illuminated the kitchen tableand Vic’s paper, unread before him. As Matt’s toes tickled thetender spot where Vic’s cock and balls met, his lover thrust hiships forward, pressing his crotch against Matt’s foot.
Abandoning his chair, Matt dropped to the floor andcrawled beneath the table, reaching for the thick cock that stoodup from Vic’s hairless groin. As Matt’s mouth covered the alreadydamp tip, Vic eased down in his chair, spreading his legs to grantMatt’s thumb access to his asshole. He raised one leg, propping hisfoot on the table, opening himself to Matt’s hot tongue and strong,sure fingers. Matt massaged Vic’s cockhead with his lips, rubbedover it, suckled. He deep-throated the shaft once, twice, thenconcentrated on the tip again. When he felt his lover close toclimax, he eased one thumb up Vic’s ass, drawing the pleasure out,savoring the shuddering moan he heard above him.
Vic came in a thick rush, filling Matt’s mouth andpuffing his cheeks before he swallowed. “God,” Vic gasped. “Oh,Matt. God. Jesus.”
With a laugh, Matt climbed out from under the table.“Any one will do,” he teased.
Vic lay back in his chair, spent. Matt paused to ruba hand over his lover’s bald pate, then leaned Vic’s head back tosnag a long, loving kiss. “Have a great day,” Matt whispered intohim.
“Too late,” Vic sighed. “I already did.”
* * * *
Chapter 10
By three in the afternoon, the morning’s glow hadfaded to a dull sheen that gleamed in Matt’s memory as if it hadhappened last week sometime, or a few days back, or even in adream. The day had ground down around him, taking the shine off themoment and giving Matt a nagging headache—he wanted nothing morethan to call it quits, head home, and lie on the sofa in the darkuntil Vic arrived. No reporters lingered in the gym’s lobby today,but two instructors had canceled classes at the last minute, and ifone more mother asked him when he’d get around to creating a swimteam for kids, he’d scream. He had enough on his plate as it was,managing the pool and coaching the adults’ swim team. Couldn’t theysee
