Matt rolled his head to one side, a sleepy smile onhis face. “Just going to close my eyes a bit. Wake me for thecookout?”
But as Matt’s breath evened out, Vic found himselfdrifting off after his lover. It was so easy to slip into Matt’sdrowsy mind, curl up beside him, and let the matched rhythm oftheir hearts lull them both to sleep. The heat of the afternooncocooned around them, the noise from the television so much staticthat canceled out the world until nothing existed but their handson each other, the touch of skin on skin, the rush of heated bloodthrough tired veins.
Sometime later Vic woke with a start. Sunlightslanted through the blinds, a deep golden hue that marked the endof the day. Shaking his head to clear it, Vic sat up and stretched,a growl of a yawn escaping his throat. As the remote control fellto the floor he retrieved it, clicking off the television in theprocess. Then he turned around, saw Matt still asleep at the end ofthe couch, saw the clock on the wall behind him pointing at quarterafter four. For one long moment he considered lying down again,ignoring the clock, cuddling up against his lover and forgettingabout Kyle and his cookout just about to start. Let Matt sleepthrough the whole thing, and join him in his slumber.
But no, Matt wanted to go. In Vic’s world, there wasone rule: what Matt wanted, he got.
With a shove, Vic pushed himself off the couch. Hestretched again, reaching for the ceiling, as energy coursedthrough his body. Every part of him stood on edge, alert,alive. His hands smoothed down his chest, over his waist, tothe thick bulge at the front of his boxers. Every part…
Vic gave himself a healthy squeeze and moaned againstthe shards of pleasure that spiked through him at his own touch.Oh, yes, he was up all right. He sent a mental nudge inMatt’s direction, a soft caress that played over his lover’ssleeping mind like a spring breeze. ::Matty, youawake?::
That earned him a low groan. Vic turned to step overMatt’s legs and, straddling them, stood before his lover. One handfisted the erection in his shorts; the other rubbed up Matt’s thighto poke at his crotch. Vic sent another thought his way, the two ofthem coupled together in ecstasy, a raunchy mental picture thatteased a little sexy smile from Matt’s face. The cock beneath Vic’shand jerked to life, but as he tried to unbutton Matt’s boxers toget at it, Matt’s hands caught his. In a voice that sounded moreawake than Vic would’ve thought, Matt teased, “Are you trying toget me up?”
Vic laughed. “Feels like you’re already halfwaythere.”
“I dreamed of you,” Matt admitted. A tug on Vic’shand pulled him closer; Vic knelt on the couch, one leg on eitherside of Matt. When he sat down on Matt’s thighs, the snapsstraining at the front of his boxers popped open to expose a thick,hard length. Matt’s fingers curled around the bulbous tip. “Why,hello there.”
With a guttural sound in the back of his throat, Vicpinned Matt to the couch, his ardent kiss demanding. His cockheadleft a smear of pre-cum across Matt’s T-shirt as it bumped alonghis belly. “Take me,” Vic whispered into Matt’s open mouth. Topunctuate his point, he thrust against Matt, on fire for this manbeneath him. “God, Matty, now.”
Matt laughed as Vic sat back. “One, no lube.”
In response, Vic dug between the cushions of thecouch until he found a half-empty bottle of silicone-basedlubricant. It was right where he’d left it the last time theyfucked in the living room, but Matt’s eyes widened in disbelief asVic plucked it out from the couch. “This is why we don’t invitepeople over to visit,” Matt joked, taking the bottle from Vic. “Butwe’ve still got a problem.”
Vic growled, “Which is?” His body burned, everysynapse ignited, every nerve quivering for Matt’s touch. The onlyproblem he could see was that they weren’t alreadydoing it. Mentally he warned Matt, ::I’m going to beg ina minute. That won’t be pretty.::
With a laugh, Matt plucked at Vic’s tank top. “Yougotta lose some of these threads, big boy. You’re overdressed forthe occasion.”
Vic poked at Matt’s boxers, still hiding his lover’sgenitals from view. “Oh, and you’re not?”
Tamping down a smug grin, Matt snapped open hisboxers. From its bed of black curls, his cock swung up to point atVic, its plum-colored tip flared above its dark, reddish length. AsVic’s fist closed around the shaft, Matt opened the bottle of lubeand drizzled clear gel onto the head of his dick. The liquid warmedas it trickled down, over Vic’s fingers, down to nest in Matt’skinked curls. Tightening his grip, Vic began to stroke Matt’serection, his hand gliding over the lube. His lover’s eyes slippedshut, his mouth opened in a slack O, and a lusty moan rumbledthrough him as he thrust up into Vic’s hand. But when Vic’s fingerseased into his boxers to cup his balls, Matt tugged at his tank topagain. “Your turn. Take it off.”
Vic didn’t want to move and lose this intimacy—Matt’sbody against his, his cock throbbing in Vic’s hand, the desirousflush that pinked his cheeks and wet his lips. What he wanted wasthis thick length in him, as far as it would go and driving deeperwith hard thrusts that matched the fire building in him. He didn’twant to take the time to stand, undress, get
