After a few moments, the position grewuncomfortable—because their every nerve was open to each other,every feeling passing between them as easily as their thoughts,Matt felt the strain on Vic’s back as if it were his own. His handseased up Vic’s buttocks to his lower back, fingers already kneadingthe sore muscle. “Down, you,” Matt commanded. When Vic took a stepback, Matt’s hands trailed over his hips to both grasp playfully athis erection. “Just where you are. Sit.”
“The bed’s right here,” Vic grumbled.
But a gentle squeeze of Matt’s hands brought him tohis knees, mouth open in an O of pleasure. As he worked Vic’s hardshaft between his fingers, Matt sent one thought into his lover’smind, an image of Vic on his back on the floor, legs wrapped aroundMatt’s hips, as Matt held himself up above him on stiff arms andthrust deep into Vic’s ass. “What do you think about…” Mattstarted.
Vic lay back in reply, feet slipping free from theconstraints of his pants, knees drawn up and spread wide. His slickcock curved over his pubic mound, his balls hanging down to obscurethe dark, musky place beneath them. With a grin, Matt climbed intoposition between Vic’s legs. He ran his hands up Vic’s calves, overhis knees, down his thighs; he leaned down and tongued the lengthof Vic’s cock, giving the slit under its tip a kittenish lick. Vicreached for him and caught fists full of Matt’s hair; Matt turnedhis face in his lover’s grip, kissed those rough hands, suckled thethick fingers, as he fumbled behind him for the tube of lube.
Without looking, he squeezed the tube into his palmsand knew he’d overshot when he felt a squirt of warm liquid on histhigh. But he didn’t want to bother sitting back enough to watchwhat his hands were doing. Instead he scooped up the lube andrubbed it onto his dick, then smeared it between Vic’s buttocks.When one finger slipped inside his lover’s ass, Vic arched up awayfrom the floor. Releasing Matt’s head, he gripped at the carpetunder him and let out a lusty cry. “God, Matty, now.”
Guiding himself into place, Matt crawled over Vic’sbulk as the bulbous head of his cock eased between those fleshybuttocks. Vic tensed beneath him, hands grappling to pull Matt intohim. But when he butted against the first firm ring of muscle inVic’s ass, he stopped. Leaning down, he purred into Vic’s ear, “Ihaven’t thanked you for the bear yet.”
“What?” Confusion flickered over Vic’s features as hestruggled to comprehend what Matt was saying. He wasn’t one fortalking during sex, Vic Braunson—he committed himself to the act,got deep “in the zone” and Matt loved the consternation thatblossomed in his lover’s mind whenever he tried to interrupt theirintercourse. Vic’s deep voice grumbled, “Matty, can’t we talk aboutthis later?”
Matt gave his hips a small thrust that threatened tosend him farther into Vic’s center but didn’t. Vic held his breathin anticipation, then let it out in a frustrated growl. Matt had tobite back his grin. “You’re so fun to tease.”
“Matty,” Vic warned.
Lowering his lips to his lover’s ear, Matt whispered,“The bear’s the same color as your eyes when you come.”
“Which I’m hoping—”
Then Matt drove into him with a hard thrust, andwhatever else Vic was going to say dissolved into grunts and gaspsof pure pleasure.
* * * *
The next morning after his shower, Matt dressedquietly in the darkness of their bedroom, unwilling to wake Vicjust yet. Dropping his gym bag by the front door of theirapartment, he snagged the cordless phone from its cradle, then dugthe phone book out from the end table in the living room, andheaded for the balcony. He opened the sliding glass door, carefulnot to let it jump the track and rattle Vic awake, then slid thescreen out of the way to step outside. Leaning back against thewrought-iron railing so he could keep an eye on the kitchen and,beyond that, the hall that led to their bedroom, Matt flippedthrough the phone book until he found Kyle’s number. He dialed it,then listened to the phone ring. The guy worked the early shift,and should be getting ready for work. If Matt could just catch himbefore he left…
“Hello?” Kyle’s bright voice answered, no trace ofsleep in it.
Matt was glad he hadn’t awakened him. The onlymorning grumpiness he liked to hear was Vic’s. “Kyle,” he said,trying to make this quick. “Matt. Listen.” Then his manners caughtup with him. “Thanks for inviting us Saturday.”
Kyle laughed, so loud that Matt had to hold the phoneaway from his ear with a grimace. “No problem! Glad you guys couldmake it. It was great seeing you again. I mean that.”
“Listen,” Matt said again. He caught a faint stirringin his mind, Vic beginning to wake, and he knew if his lover heardhim on the phone first thing in the morning with Kyle, of allpeople, that cute grumpy act of his might turn into stony silence.“You haven’t seen my cell phone anywhere, have you?”
“No, why? You lose it?”
Matt shook his head in disbelief. No, Ihave it right here, you idiot. Why the fuck else do you think I’dcall? But he was playing nice, and he bit that back with aforced grin. “I seem to have misplaced it. I was thinking maybe oneof your friends might’ve…I don’t know, picked it up maybe? Or itcould’ve fallen off my belt when we were in the bathroom—”
Suddenly it came to him—when he’d been at the barrefilling his drink, and Jordan touched him. When he realized itwas Jordan, not Vic, and he’d scrambled away…didn’t something fallto the ground then? Off the table maybe, or off his belt perhaps?Then the towel fell, so he didn’t get to see what it’d been, andwhen he tried
