Bonds of Love

of Matt’s cock, hislover’s furry balls cradled in his large palm. Kneading, squeezingslightly, Vic found a steady rhythm that his lover matched. Leaningcloser, Vic nosed through musky curls to wrap his tongue around theroot of Matt’s dick. The heated flesh tasted like ambrosia in hismouth, the familiar scent exciting him. With a few quick motions,Vic managed to slide out of his boxers and release his own achingcock—already weeping, it poked at Matt’s leg. When Vic repositionedhimself to take Matt’s hard dick into his mouth, he felt hislover’s long toes glide up his own shaft, rubbing at him, proddinghis shaved nuts. The sensation of Matt’s foot on his genitals wasalmost enough to trigger an orgasm, but Vic held it in. He wantedthis, yes, he wanted more of this, but until Matt realizedit wasn’t the powers he was after, Vic wouldn’t beg to be fucked.He’d pleasure his lover, bring him to the edge of release and sendhim pin-wheeling into the sated abyss beyond—tonight was aboutMatt, and erasing whatever bullshit that fucker Jordan had fedhim.

With one hand massaging Matt’s balls and pubic mound,Vic focused on his lover’s flared cockhead. He licked at it,trailing his tongue around the spongy tip, concentrating on thesensitive slit that, when tickled, made Matt arch away from the bedand fist his hands into the sheets. “Vic,” he sobbed, aching formore.

Vic kissed the tip of his dick once, twice, and onthe third kiss, opened wide to take him in. His tongue led the waydown Matt’s shaft, saliva trickling along his length. He bobbed up,sucked his lover’s quivering tip, then went down again, taking Mattdeep into his throat as his hand rubbed circles into his scrotum,working him toward release.

When Vic went down a second time, Matt’s hands caughthis ears and tugged gently. Vic glanced up at his lover as Matt’svoice whispered into his mind. ::Bend over, beautiful.::

Vic hesitated. He wanted to, God he wantedthis man on him, in him, loving him, but he didn’t want Matt tothink it was for the powers. Through their connection, Matt knewthis fear—it shone bright in the forefront of Vic’s mind. Mattknew Vic wanted him, and only him, powers be damned.Still, Vic sent a tentative thought to his lover. ::If you’resure…::

Matt replied aloud, his whispered voice the onlysound between them. “Vic, I need you.”

For a long, indecisive moment, Vic continued to plyMatt’s balls in his hand. Then he took one more dip down Matt’shard cock, taking it into his mouth, wetting it well. When he satup, thin lines of spittle connected him to the tip, but he wipedthem away with the back of his hand across his mouth, like a greedymortal who had gorged too much on the food of the gods. Crawlingonto Matt again, he set one knee on either side of his lover’snarrow hips and leaned down to claim a tender kiss. “Guide me,” hewhispered.

Matt’s hands found his buttocks, spread them wide,and lowered Vic onto his stiff, damp dick. The burn of entrydisappeared as Matt eased inside, deep into him where Vic knew hebelonged. Slowly he sank down to sit comfortably against hislover’s crotch, savoring each inch Matt gained in him. When he wascompletely inside, Vic relaxed and lay down on his lover, his bodymolding to Matt’s. He gasped as Matt moved within him, but hislover’s mouth covered his own, quieting him. Together they found asteady rhythm, something fast and rough, that banged the headboardof their bed against the wall despite the late hour. Vic buried hishands in the crop of curls on the top of Matt’s head, clenchingthem between his fingers as his lover fucked him. On the out strokehe raised his hips up off the bed, and when Matt thrust into him,Vic sat down hard, forcing his lover deep into the core of hisbeing, where Vic felt him throb as they neared release. Now Vic wasthe one muttering, “Yes, God yes, Matty, yes, yes, YES.”

Every pore was open to Matt, every thought sharedbetween them, and when he came in a hot rush that slicked Matt’sstomach, he felt his lover explode in the center of his being, hisseed racing through Vic, claiming him.

As they lay together, the sweat on their bodiescooling in the night air, Vic hugged Matt tight. Already he feltthe familiar sizzling sensations that filled his body aftersex—he’d come to think of it as Matt’s powers settling in, takinghold, changing him into whatever his lover needed him to be.

Matt pulled the blankets up around them, cocooningthem into a warm place heated by their own bodies. Vic thoughtmaybe he could get used to this kind of make-up sex, particularlywhen he wasn’t the one to blame. The raw emotion that had ragedthrough them both sent shivers down his spine to curl his toes. Andhere he’d complained he wasn’t up to it tonight, whatever Matt hadplanned. Plans change, Vic reminded himself, burrowing his noseinto Matt’s clean-scented curls as his lover pressed his faceagainst Vic’s chest. I’m always in the mood for this.

But if that asshole ever called Matt again,Vic would hunt him down and kick the living shit out of him. Hewould, he swore silently. Where the fuck did he get off questioningVic’s love for this man in his arms? This man who was Vic’s breath,Vic’s soul, Vic’s reason to live?

Hearing those thoughts tumble through Vic’s mind,Matt settled closer into him with a contented sigh.

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Chapter 12

At breakfast, Matt kept up a steady stream ofchatter, both verbal and mental, that Vic tuned out. He was not, byany stretch of the imagination, a morning person, particularly whenhe’d been up late the night before. Not that he wascomplaining—he’d make love to Matty any time the man wanted, day ornight, no matter how exhausted he was from work. But he’d be damnedif he would crack a smile before noon.

Matt knew him well enough by now to not be offendedby Vic’s morning silence. He found it amusing, and Vic let himlaugh. He preferred this bright, bubbly man, so sure of himself, soconfident about the place he occupied in Vic’s every thought, tothe moody, sad little boy