A slow grin made its way across Matt’s face. “Oh, youwant me to go get dressed?” he teased.
“I didn’t say that,” Vic murmured, his gazefixed on Matt’s crotch. As if aware of that blatant stare, Matt’scock twitched with interest as his balls grew heavy and warm. Victook a step toward him, reaching for his elbow with his uninjuredhand. Matt moved closer and found himself in a tight embrace.Planting a rough kiss on Matt’s temple, Vic asked, “You feeling anybetter?”
Matt’s shrug settled his body against Vic’s. Hislover rubbed over Matt’s hip and down the small of his back to grabone meaty buttock in his large hand. “I do now. You seen my phone?”When Vic pulled his thumb out of his mouth to answer, Matt peeredat the cut on his thumb. “You all right?”
“Fine,” Vic murmured. And he was—the skin around thewound was smooth and shiny, as if burned. With a start, Mattremembered the fire that seemed impossible to extinguish at Kyle’sparty, the flames that continued to lick Vic’s fingers no matterhow tightly he closed his fist. This was the same hand, and thoughthe fire was gone, some remnant of the power must’ve remained,because the fresh cut had closed, cauterized. As Matt studied Vic’shand to assure himself it no longer bled, his lover prompted,“Where’s your phone?”
“I don’t know.” Satisfied Vic wasn’t going to bleedto death on his account, Matt showed him the empty holster on hispants. “It should be right here. I swear I had it when we left forKyle’s, because I remember catching it on the seat belt when I gotout of the car. Hey,” he said, inspired, “you think maybe I droppedit last night when we got home? It could still be in your car.”
He made a move toward the door but Vic tightened thearm around Matt’s waist, stopping him. “Hold up, lover boy. Sexy asyou are, I don’t think the neighbors are going to appreciate thesight of your fine ass sticking out buck naked from my car.”
With a laugh, Matt brandished his pants. “I’ll pullthese on…”
But Vic took them from him and let them fall to thefloor. “I like you this way,” he admitted. “Let me go check thecar. I’ll be right back.” His eyes flashed with ill-concealed mirthat Matt’s pout. “Don’t touch those pants. If you’re wearing themwhen I get back…”
“You’ll what?” Matt challenged. He crossed his armsand struggled to suppress a grin, but the erection that was workingits way up to point at Vic gave him away.
“I’ll just have to take them off,” Vic replied,heading for the doorway.
Once he disappeared into the hall, Matt consideredpicking up the pants, jangling the keys in the pockets, makingenough noise to let Vic think he was disobeying. It might lead tosomething fun, now that his headache was gone…
Reading those thoughts, Vic spoke into his mind.::I’ll take them off,:: he warned. Opening the front door totheir apartment, he sent a mental image of Matt lying on his back,Vic above him, teeth bared above the bulge hidden at the crotch ofMatt’s pants. As Vic’s mouth closed over the bulge, Matt felt aspike of pleasure being driven into his cock and radiating throughhim. ::With my teeth, maybe.::
Matt almost fell over himself scrambling to pull onthe pants.
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Chapter 19
The phone wasn’t in the car.
Vic kept his mind open as he searched, letting Mattsee the interior of the car as he saw it. Matt paid close attentionto the edges of the scene, where Vic’s gaze didn’t travel, hopingto see the phone in the periphery of his lover’s vision, but nosuch luck. For a full ten minutes Vic tore apart the car—under theseat covers, under both the driver and the passenger seats; in theback, he shoved a hand between the seats and the back rests, feltaround under the front seats, even pulled the back seats forward tocheck the trunk. He looked in the glove compartment; he moved thefront seats back and forth hoping to find it. Nothing turnedup.
As he made his way back into the building and up thestairs to the apartment they shared, Vic kept his gaze on theground, just in case Matt had dropped the phone coming in. Mattthought it unlikely the phone would still be around if that werethe case. When Vic picked up that thought, Matt felt his lover’smind stretch open like a net draped over the building, reaching outto cover everyone inside; flashes of other people’s thoughts filledboth their heads as Vic glanced through them, not snooping, justlooking to see if anyone had found a phone or knew someone whohad.
Again, nothing.
By the time Vic reached their front door, Matt knewthere was only one place the phone could be. Improbable as itseemed, he must’ve dropped it at Kyle’s. Without thinking, heshielded that thought from Vic—his lover glowered at the meremention of his coworker’s name, and Matt didn’t want him in a badmood. Now that he felt better, he had other plans. Later he’d callKyle and see if he’d found the phone. Maybe it fell off Matt’s beltin the downstairs bathroom, or by the bar near the pool. Maybe oneof the other guests found it and turned it in. He could swing by inthe morning and pick it up on his way into work, if it were there.If not, he’d just have to write it off and get another one.
At the moment, though, he had other things onhis mind.
He knelt on the floor of their bedroom, naked. A tubeof lubricant sat uncapped beside him, both his hands and dickalready slicked with an oily sheen. The plush rug scratched hislegs, but Matt ignored it. Instead he concentrated on listening forVic’s footsteps—in the hall now, coming closer; they stopped at thepair of pants Matt had left lying in the kitchen doorway.::Matty?:: Vic called out with his mind. The jingle ofpocket change signaled Vic had picked up the pants. ::I thoughtI was taking these off you.::
Matt covered his mouth and snickered. ::Why shouldyou have all the fun?::
He heard Vic’s rough grunt. Caution
