Vic felt Matt’s lips smile against his, and hecouldn’t help the laugh that escaped. Whether Matt was trying to befunny, or whether Kyle’s dick was really that small, Vic didn’tknow. He didn’t care. He appreciated the way his lover recalled thememory for him—Kyle’s flaccid member dangled like a forgotten flapof skin, little, bite-sized and God, so unappetizing. Vic laughedagain and Matt’s tongue licked into his mouth with a possessivehunger that spoke of desire louder than words ever could.
In the memory, Kyle slid into the pool, naked. “Comeon,” he cajoled. “You’re the swimmer here. Show me what yougot.”
The look on Matt’s face in the past showed hisdistaste at the idea, but he stood and stripped. His body glowedfaintly in the low light, his bronze skin gorgeous. Vic felt thestart of an erection stir beneath his robe as he watched his nudelover approach the pool. Kyle’s greed shone in his face like sweat.“Oh, yeah.”
Matt’s reply was a splash as he dove into the deepend of the pool. As Kyle dog-paddled out to him, Matt’s long armspulled him through the water without effort. With strong strokes,he circled the pool once, twice, three times in rapid succession,swimming circles around Kyle. Nothing the other man did or saidcould close the distance between them. Finally, worn out fromtrying, Kyle retreated to the hot tub and patted the churningbubbles beside him. “Get up here already,” he called out. “Damn,you turn me on.”
But Matt swam to the edge of the pool and climbedout. Water glistened on his skin, running in rivulets down his backto trickle around the valley just above his buttocks. Vic’s cockstiffened between them; noticing, Matt moved against him, his kissdeepening. “Hey!” Kyle called out in Matt’s mind. “Where—”
“I gotta go,” was Matt’s terse reply. He toweled offand dressed as fast as he could. By the time Kyle had extractedhimself from the hot tub and reached the lounge chairs where hisclothing lay, Matt was gone.
Against Vic’s mouth, Matt whispered, “And thatwas the only time I was ever in his pool.”
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Chapter 14
When Vic arrived at work, he found a note jammed intothe vent of his locker. Without looking at it, he knew it was fromKyle. The damn idiot couldn’t take a hint, could he? Everythingabout that man pissed Vic off, no matter how nice a guy Mattclaimed he could be. He wasn’t jealous of Kyle, far from it—he wasthe one with Matt now, he had everything he needed in theworld in that one man alone. He trusted Matt; if his lover were toattend the cookout by himself, Vic wouldn’t question his loyalty.But something about his coworker just set everything in Vic onedge, and the thought of wasting his Saturday evening being socialwith the guy turned his stomach.
He considered knocking the note to the floor andkicking it underneath the lockers so he wouldn’t have to read it,but Matt would want to know what it said. Maybe the cookout wascanceled—he could hope. Maybe Kyle couldn’t manage to rustle upanyone who’d pretend to be his current boy toy for the night. Thehustlers and transvestite hookers downtown probably charged toomuch to make house calls.
But no—the cookout was still on. The note was aninvitation, printed from an inkjet printer; the barbeque grillclip-art was ghosted on the bottom half of the paper where Kyle hadfolded it before the ink dried. In cheesy block script, the noteread, Cocktails at 4! Grill heats up at 6! Margaritas at 8poolside! Skinny dip—if you dare!—once the sun goes down!Saturday…be there!
The number of exclamation points alone bothered Vic.He balled the note up in one fist, ready to throw it away, butchanged his mind and shoved it in the back pocket of his work pantsinstead. He’d give it to Matt, let him decide when to go. Maybearound 6:15 or so, Vic thought, slamming his locker shut.Say hi, grab a bite to eat, then head home well before the wholeparty moved to the pool. What kind of guy invited a bunch ofgay men to his house to skinny dip anyway? Someone hard up,Vic concluded. Looking for cheap thrills. Fuck that.
By the time the sun went down Saturday night, Vicplanned to be at home, in bed, with Matt beside him. Then they’dthrow their own party, an intimate twosome, just betweenthemselves.
Now that was something to look forward to.
It was a minor miracle that Vic managed to avoidrunning into Kyle all day. When he returned to the garage after hislast route, he clocked out with something akin to relief coursingthrough him. Double shifts paid well but, damn, they were murder.This marked the end of the summer for him, and a return to hisregular route. He’d be home for dinner from now on, and have moretime to spend with Matt.
Despite the late hour, his lover was still awake whenVic arrived home. The light in the kitchen was on, and the radioplayed softly in the living room, a low jazz number that made Vicsleepy to hear it. Closing the front door behind him, Vic shruggedout of his work shirt and let it fall to the floor, then kicked offhis boots as he sent a thought his lover’s way. ::Looking for amidnight snack?::
Matt’s laughter erupted in the kitchen. ::Comehere, you. If you’re hungry, I have something for you to suckon.::
Unbuckling his belt, Vic padded down the hall to leanin the doorway to the kitchen. “You’re bad,” he announced.
At the counter, Matt sliced skinned potatoes into apot of water. “You’re the one with the dirty mind,” he said with agrin. Reaching out, he popped a
