Matt felt the first sliver of fear, like a bead ofsweat, trickle down his back. “What do you mean?” he whispered. Hedidn’t really want to know.
Stopping in front of the bar stool, Jordan leanedclose to Matt, so close that he tried to pull back and couldn’t.Jordan leaned closer, his breath on Matt’s face now, a sour airthat made Matt want to cough, but he found it impossible to lookaway from those dark eyes that held him in place.
When a gentle hand touched his bare knee, Mattjumped. Jordan placed his other hand on Matt’s right leg, thencupped his palms around his bony knees. With soft strokes, he beganto rub his way up Matt’s thighs, his fingertips easing into thelegs of Matt’s swim trunks in their exploration. “No,” Mattwhispered with a shake of his head. He tried to shake Jordan offbut his feet were bound tight to the bottom of the stool and hecouldn’t move out of the way. Jordan stepped closer, his handssliding into Matt’s shorts, the fabric bunching at Jordan’s wrists.Then Jordan brushed a nail over Matt’s thickly curled pubic hair;Matt tried to twist the other way and only succeeded in placing thelength of his stiffening dick right into Jordan’s other hand.
“Going commando,” Jordan observed with a wicked grin.His fist closed around Matt’s shaft with an almost painful squeeze.“I wouldn’t have thought you the type.”
“Jordan,” Matt tried again. “Please—”
Hot lips covered his, silencing him. Matt clamped hismouth shut but Jordan prodded him with his tongue, seeking entry.Matt turned his head this way and that, unable to shake the manoff. The insistent tongue forced its way into Matt’s mouth—it wascold, so cold, tasting of tea and ice cubes and some wintry mintchewing gum. The hand at his crotch massaged him fiercely, as iftugging at him long enough would get him erect. Unfortunately forMatt, it seemed to be working.
His mind protested, every synapse on fire, everynerve alight; his body, his stupid, brainless, animalistic bodyfelt another’s closeness and responded in kind. His cock didn’tcare this wasn’t Vic; like a dumb dog, it wagged its stiff tail atwhoever showed it the slightest interest, eager to please. Thetongue filling his mouth, disgusting him, only egged his libidoon.
::Vic,:: his mind whispered, thenlouder, again, ::Vic.::
His lover’s name was a battle cry that brought Mattto his senses. He could fight against this—he would. Theonly man who would have him would be Vic. It mattered little thathis lover didn’t know where he was, because Matt knew Vic wouldfind him. The name in his mind cranked up to a shrill cry, like theemergency alarm that rang out over the radio waves. Matt imaginedit filling the air, a homing beacon that would bring Vic right toKyle’s doorstep in no time at all.
Ignoring the lustful sensations flooding his body,Matt brought his teeth together around Jordan’s tongue in a painfulbite.
The coppery stench of blood filled Matt’s mouth. Witha howl of pain, Jordan released Matt’s dick and stepped back out ofreach. His hands slipped from Matt’s pants, and one flew to hisface. “You’ll pay for that,” he promised, nursing his bruisedtongue. “I was going to make it fun for both of us, but now I’vechanged my mind.”
Matt spat Jordan’s blood out of his mouth, then spatagain, trying to rid himself of the man’s noxious taste. “When hefinds you,” he muttered, “Vic’s going to kill you. You know that,right?”
Despite Jordan’s mean laugh, Matt knew his loverwould find him soon enough. He just had to hold out that long.
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Chapter 21
Vic slept until quarter to nine and, just before hewoke, he had the most deliciously kinky dreams. Images of Matt,bound hand and foot, helpless on a tall stool before him. Hislover’s lips, so soft beneath his own, so pliant—Vic could almosttaste them pressed against his mouth. Matt’s bare knees spreadapart, the front of his swim trunks tenting over the head of thehard cock that jutted from his crotch. Vic dreamed of his handseasing into those shorts, fingers tickling under the hems of theleg holes and finding their way over Matt’s thighs to meet at theerection between his legs. Matt moaned into his mouth, the sound soreal it caused Vic’s hands to clench into his pillow as he thrustagainst the mattress in his sleep, seeking some relief to thethrobbing erection pinned beneath his body. In his mind, Matt’skiss dissolved into words, Vic’s name whispered again and again.Vic rubbed against the bed, eager to get off on the dream. His hipsmoved in time with Matt’s voice, Vic Vic Vic, over and over,his voice rising to a fever pitch. Like a horny schoolboy, Vichumped the mattress, hands fisted in his pillow, the friction ofbed sheets over the tip of his bare dick exciting him to the brinkof orgasm.
Then Matt’s voice rose to a shrill cry, his name onelong syllable of longing that seemed to trigger the clock on Vic’sbedside table. As the alarm went off, Vic came in a breathless rushthat woke him up.
Sweat glistened on his forehead, beaded above hisupper lip. Vic wiped it away, then rolled over to cut off thealarm. One hand strayed beneath the sheets to stroke his abatingerection. It’d been a long time since he’d had such a powerful wetdream. Had he thought that up by himself? Matt tied to a chair,defenseless, as Vic did what he wanted to his lover?
Or was that Matt’s doing, something subconscious sentthrough their mental connection, something guaranteed to get Vicup, in more ways than one?
Though he preferred the bottom in bed, Vic couldn’thelp but wonder what it would be like to take what he wantedinstead of giving it away. Nothing too S & M, but a littlebondage might crank the heat up between them. If Matt were willing,and Vic were gentle…
The thought of straddling Matt on that stool andsitting down on his lover’s thick cock, guiding it into him becauseMatt’s hands were tied, made Vic
