::Come in here and find out.::
Without further prompting, Vic’s footsteps startedagain, heading for the bedroom. Matt waited, pulse quickening, onehand straying to toy with the enflamed tip of his already harddick, which jutted from his crotch at an angle parallel to thefloor. When Vic’s shadow darkened the doorway, Matt snickeredagain, a coy laugh that drew Vic farther into the bedroom. He tookone look at Matt on his knees on the floor, erection in hand, and athin smile softened his harsh face. Matt’s pants hung, forgotten,from one large hand. “What’s all this?”
Matt sat back on his knees; his legs were beginningto tingle from his position, but he didn’t plan to hold it muchlonger. “Come closer. You said what, no hands?” He made a show ofputting his hands behind him. At the look of confusion on Vic’sface, he added, “To take the pants off if I put them back on.”
“I said with my teeth,” Vic clarified. His gazeplayed over Matt’s nude skin like a palpable touch. “But you’realready undressed.”
“You’re not.”
He watched the realization of his words dawn on Vic’sface, like the sun breaking through thundering clouds that marredthe sky but never materialized into a storm. Dropping Matt’s pantsto the floor, Vic’s hands strayed to the fly of his own jeans. “Ican remedy that.”
“Let me,” Matt said. He straightened and rose up onhis knees, hands still clasped behind his back. “Come closer, babe.I can’t reach that far.”
To punctuate his point, he stuck out his tongue andwiggled it as he stared at Vic’s crotch. In two steps his lovercrossed the room to stand in front of him. Vic’s bare, blunt toesbumped Matt’s knees; he sat back a bit, covered them with hisknees, and leaned down on Vic’s feet as he stared up at his lover.On his knees like this, he was eye-level with Vic’s genitals,hidden inside the jeans. But Matt would get to that.
First he unfurled his arms and reached up, his handsspreading over the white tank top stretched taut across Vic’s firm,round stomach. Matt tugged at the top, pulling it up to expose asliver of skin between the hem and the waistband of his jeans.Another tug, and the smooth skin puckered into Vic’s navel, ringedby a sharp, black tattoo in a jagged design that looked like fiercesaw blades. Matt stuck out his tongue and licked the bottom of theimage.
This close, he could smell Vic’s familiar scent, anenticing mix of sweat and man and, very faintly, a tinge of shavingcream. Even the skin on Vic’s stomach was shaved smooth; very fainthairs struggled to grow into a line of pubes that would fall victimto the razor the next time Vic was in the shower. Matt’s salivaglistened on the black tattoo as his tongue rimmed his lover’snavel, following the design, once, twice, before slipping into thepocket of skin. In his mind, Matt imagined himself doing the samething to another dark hole, Vic bent over beneath him as his tonguedanced over the trembling skin of his lover’s anus.
As that thought passed between them, Vic clenched ahand in Matt’s hair and moaned with desirous longing. A shuffledstep bumped his leg against Matt’s erect penis, forcing a sharpintake of breath as Matt’s hands gripped Vic’s waist, his breathquick, his heart pounding in his chest and dick. Blowing gently tocool his spit on Vic’s skin, he murmured, “Don’t rush me.”
Vic’s reply was a gasped, “God.”
Matt licked lower, down the slight paunch of Vic’sbelly, into the waistband of his jeans. Using his teeth, he bit atthe tiny piece of denim above the button on Vic’s fly and tugged.It took some doing—his tongue dampened the fabric as he tried toundo the button, the metal warming beneath his breath and tastingcoppery in his mouth—but finally the damned thing popped free. Mattnosed it open; beneath his mouth, he felt Vic’s cock stir withinhis jeans like a dragon disturbed from its slumber. The fabricbeneath his chin began to bulge toward him and Matt took a momentto rub his face against Vic’s crotch, drawing in deep breaths thatfilled his senses with his lover’s heady musk. With his lips drawndown over his teeth, he traced the outline of that thick shaft withhis mouth, massaging its length through the denim. One hand hadstrayed to his own cock, which throbbed from inattention. When hesqueezed the tip, a dribble of cum slicked his fingers before hereined in his control. Not now. Not yet.
Vic’s hand fisted in his curls, the fingers rubbingdelicious patterns into his scalp with an urgency that Matt felt aswell. Moving back to the top of Vic’s open fly, Matt licked out,hoping to catch the tiny metal zipper pull with his tongue. But allhe found was another button. In frustration, he nipped at it andtugged the denim with his teeth as if he could rip it in two.::You had to wear a button fly, didn’t you?:: he asked as hefought with the jeans.
In response, Vic teased, ::You had to use yourteeth.::
Matt’s hands slipped down Vic’s waist to thepartially open fly. “Change of plans,” he muttered as he unbuttonedthe jeans with nimble fingers. “We’ll be here all day and half thenight otherwise, and Lord knows I can’t hold it that long.I’m not the one with superhuman strength.”
Vic helped him shuck off the jeans, snagging hisunderpants on the way down. “Superman himself wouldn’t hold outlong against you,” he teased, bending in front of Matt to push hisclothing to the floor.
Before he could stand, Matt ducked between his armsto nip at Vic’s hard cock. His hands smoothed over Vic’s barethighs and around his hips, fingers drawn to the cleft between hisbuttocks. Opening his mouth wide, Matt took Vic’s length in like afish on a line, and one thumb strummed across the quivering fleshhe planned to attend to next. With a mouth full of his lover, Matttold him, ::Clark Kent has nothing on you.::
Vic’s hands clutched at Matt’s shoulders as he stood,hunched over, and gave into the tongue swirling along his dick, thefingers plying his ass. Leaning
