Matt’s eyes grew wide. “Jesus,” he whispered as hereached out to touch Vic’s stomach. “Do you know how hotthat was?”
Vic’s response was another urgent kiss that pressedMatt to the couch. His lover’s hands cradled his ass, spreading himwide, as their kiss deepened. Vic raised up on his knees; when hefelt the tip of his lover’s cock between his buttocks, he sat downon Matt’s shaft, taking in the full length. The burn of entryspread like a wildfire through him, enflaming his senses. He kissedMatt hungrily as they moved together, each thrust harder, fasterthan the last. Vic felt insatiable as passion engulfed him, drivingthem both to the brink of release time and again, until Mattexploded deep within him and set Vic’s very soul ablaze.
* * * *
They arrived at Kyle’s at quarter to six. Vic found aplace to park in front of a neighboring house, away from the clutchof cars that clogged Kyle’s driveway. It looked like a nice, quietstreet, the houses small and unpretentious, the lawns trim andneat. But when Vic climbed out of the car, he heard loud musicpouring from a closed garage nearby, and a choppy car engine revvedunseen in another back yard. From Kyle’s place came the delicioussound of male laughter, and a splash of water that indicated hisguests were already making full use of the pool. Skirting aroundthe back of his car, he groaned as he opened the passenger sidedoor for Matt. “Shoot me now,” he muttered.
“Be nice,” Matt chided. He held the large bowl ofpotato salad out for Vic to carry, then extracted himself from thecar. “This might be fun.”
Vic heard his name called out in Kyle’s bright voiceand shook his head. Whatever this evening held, “fun” wasnot on the agenda.
“You boys are late!” Kyle laughed as he held the gateto his privacy fence open, affording a view of bare skin and coolwater inside. He wore a pair of blue swim briefs that made hissun-burnt skin look orange, and the flabby paunch that overflowedthe top of the briefs made Vic wonder if Kyle had bothered to lookin a mirror after getting changed. When he stepped out on the lawn,Vic almost expected to hear sirens as his neighbors phoned thecops. Speedos on a body like that were a crime.
Matt walked two steps ahead of Vic, flashing Kyle aninsincere smile as he shed his sunglasses. “Hey, Kyle. Long time,no see.”
Kyle’s grin turned lecherous. “I was afraid you guysweren’t coming.”
“We were a little preoccupied,” Matt said. He reachedback for Vic, who held the bowl of potato salad in the crook of hisarm, but when Vic tried to take Matt’s hand, his lover surprisedhim by grabbing at his crotch instead. Matt massaged his cock,outlining the sudden hardness in the front of Vic’s jeans. Kylestared at them, mouth agape, but Matt just gave him a maddeningwink. “You know how time gets away from you.”
Discomfort flickered across Kyle’s face. Vic had noproblem picking up on the thoughts that whirled through hismind—the images he tried to push aside, memories of Matt’s nudebody now pictured in Vic’s strong embrace. He looked from Matt toVic and back again, and Vic sensed his coworker’s balls shrivelinto hard little nuggets as an immense feeling of inadequacy washedover him. Conceit showed on Matt’s face and crowed through his headlike a victory dance.
“Yes, well,” Kyle started.
Vic shoved the bowl at him, then lunged to wrap Mattin his arms with a playful snarl. He wasn’t one for public displaysof affection, but Matt had something to prove to Kyle, and Vic hadto admit he enjoyed seeing the man put off guard. Matt laughed asVic nipped at his neck, folding his body around his lover’s with apossessive air that left Kyle out. “Watch it,” Vic grumbled, loudenough for his coworker to overhear, “you’re turning me on all overagain.”
“Like that’s a bad thing,” Matt snickered. Mentally,he added, ::Thanks for playing along.::
Sucking on Matt’s earlobe, Vic shot back, ::Who’splaying?::
“Guys,” Kyle tried again, his laughter strained.“What will the neighbors think?”
“That at least someone over here gets laid,”Vic muttered. He stood and let Matt up, but hooked a finger throughone of the belt loops on Matt’s jeans before his lover could getvery far. Cutting to the chase, he asked Kyle, “The food’s on, Ihope?”
Kyle motioned them through the gate. “Come in, comein. My guy ran out to get some more propane for the grill or I’d behanging all over him the way you two do. Are you like thistwenty-four seven?”
With a laugh, Matt admitted, “Only when we’retogether.”
He turned and caught Vic in a quick kiss that sent acharge straight from his lips to his dick. Vic’s skin smolderedfrom that kiss, which Kyle studiously ignored, but when Matt movedaway, Vic no longer held onto his pants—his finger had burned cleanthrough the belt loop. The flesh was still red, and when Vic closedhis hand into a fist, a faint tendril of smoke puffed up betweenhis fingers.
Oh, shit.
Kyle was already heading back to the pool, where acouple of guys splashed each other in the shallow end. Mattfollowed him, but his step faltered at Vic’s unspoken curse.::What’s wrong?::
Vic opened his palm, saw the first small flame lickaround his thumb, and closed his fist again to smother it.::Seems like I’m running a little hot here.:: Matt turned, afrown already on his face, but when he tried to take Vic’s hand,Vic pulled away. “Don’t,” he warned softly. “You might getburned.”
Ignoring him, Matt took his fist in both hands andpried the closed fingers open. “I gave you the damn power,” hereasoned. “Let me see.”
Flames now covered Vic’s palm, dancing over reddenedflesh. They didn’t hurt, didn’t even tickle. But
