“Eat fast,” Vic told him. “We’re leaving.”
This time, Matt didn’t argue.
* * * *
In the passenger seat of Vic’s car, Matt stared outthe window, forehead pressed against the glass, and tried to forgetthe insidious press of fingers along his spine. But Jordan’s touchwas seared into his memory; Matt shuddered as his mind rememberedthe intimate way that hand had curved down into his jeans. Hewasn’t sure what disgusted him more, that it had been Jordan orthat he thought it had been Vic.
Beside him, his lover drove in a stony silence, butVic’s consciousness hovered on the edges of Matt’s mind, ready torush in as soon as Matt allowed him. It was that touch that madeMatt keep him out, though; he didn’t want to admit, even tohimself, that maybe, just maybe, he enjoyed it.
I thought it was Vic, he told himself, overand over again as his lover circled his thoughts, waiting for achance to swoop down among them. With an involuntary shudder, Matthugged his arms around his waist and hoped he wasn’t going to besick.
Relief coursed through him as they pulled to a stopin front of their apartment building. Matt was already halfway upthe steps to their building when he felt a strong hand catch hiselbow. He almost melted at the touch. “Vic.”
As they stepped into the hallway, Vic pressed hislips to a tender spot behind Matt’s ear. “Love you, Matty.”
“I’m being stupid,” Matt admitted, leading the way upthe stairs to their apartment. “I know I am. It’s just—Ithought…”
He had no words for the emotions roiling through him,so he just gave up. And gave in.
The moment he relaxed his mind, Vic rushed in. Like atsunami he flooded Matt’s thoughts, diluting them, washing awayeverything that connected to Jordan. Matt almost stumbled beneaththe incoming tide of love and devotion, wave after wave; he wantedto drown in Vic’s feelings for him and never resurface, drink downhis lover’s emotions, become baptized in Vic alone.
As he staggered beneath that crush of love, Vic’s armencircled Matt’s waist, supporting him. He had a vague memory ofhow many glasses of rum he’d had, one after the other, which nowroiled through his stomach, nauseating, like seasickness. At thedoor to their apartment, Matt leaned against his lover, one handover his face, and prayed he wouldn’t throw up. Or rather, nothere.
Inside, Matt let Vic guide him wherever he wanted togo—as long as that strong arm stayed around his waist, he’d followhis lover to the end of time and back. The rum was hitting him,hard; it pounded in his skull, in his throat, in his groin. Healmost tripped over his own feet stumbling after Vic, who led himto the bedroom and deposited him on the bed. Matt swayed when Vicreleased him, but managed to stay upright long enough for his loverto retrieve a warm, wet washcloth from the bathroom. As Vic rubbedthe soft cloth gently over Matt’s face, he murmured, “Work with mehere, Matty. Gimme just a few more minutes and you can fall out,what do you say?”
“I’m sleepy,” Matt announced.
::And drunk,:: Vic added, wiping Matt’s poutoff his face with the washcloth.
With sure moves, Vic helped Matt undress. T-shirt,jeans, briefs—as each piece of clothing disappeared, the washclothchased after it, leaving in its wake a warm, damp imprint like onelarge kiss that covered Matt’s whole body. His sneakers wereremoved, his socks pulled off, and the washcloth rubbed over thesoles of his feet before diving between each toe. Vic’s touch wastender, loving; Matt lay back against the bed, the covers coolagainst his naked skin, and savored his lover’s attention to hisfeet. When he was finished with one foot, Vic kissed the top ofMatt’s big toe before moving onto the next. The soft caresses, thesough of cloth over skin, the firm hands that cradled his foot andankle…Vic’s ministrations shot through Matt’s legs like electricityto jump-start his dick.
All too soon, it was over. Vic released Matt’s footand stood. Keeping his eyes closed, Matt waited for his lover toreposition him, maybe ease back the covers of the bed, guide himbetween the sheets, tuck him in. As the air cooled Matt’s skin, heheard Vic undress—the heavy work boots were kicked aside, the beltbuckle on his jeans hit the floor. Footsteps padded out of thebedroom; the light in the bathroom clicked on, water ran in thesink, Matt heard the washcloth being wrung out. He resisted theurge to crawl into the covers himself. Instead, he waited for Victo join him…
The washcloth closed over the head of his dick, hotand wet. Beads of water trickled down the length of Matt’s shaft,which went from semi-interested to fully aroused in the time ittook Vic’s fingers to encircle his tip. With a gasp, Matt arched upoff the bed, hands digging into the sheets as he rose into Vic’shand.
Vic massaged his dick, his fingers working thewashcloth up and down Matt’s length. At the base, he stopped longenough to knead Matt’s balls—the washcloth felt like silk overthem, so soft, so warm and wet. Matt sank back to the bed andthrust into Vic’s hand, eyes shut against the pleasure that spikedthrough him. The hand on his cock grew ardent, insistent; themassage turned serious as it worked him harder, faster, bringinghim closer to release. Vic’s fingers danced along his shaft, overhis nuts, and as a terry-cloth covered thumb slipped between hisbuttocks to rim his anus, Matt felt a velvety tongue taste the tipof his dick. Matt raised his hips and more of him slipped betweenVic’s lips. As the washcloth rubbed maddening patterns against hissac and one wet finger eased into his ass, Matt bucked into Vic’smouth. Then he came in a heady rush that Vic drank down beforeletting him slip free.
Now Vic eased him beneath the covers.Now he tucked Matt in. Sliding between the sheets besidehim, Vic wrapped his arms around Matt’s waist and hugged him backagainst him. Matt felt an erection poke at the small of his backand turned, but when he reached for it, Vic murmured, “Tomorrow.”He added, ::Tonight’s about you.::
Matt cuddled closer to his lover, one hand aroundVic’s stiff dick
