Matt shook the thought away, no. He wouldn’tlet himself think that, he wouldn’t go there.
::Vic. Vic. Vic.::
* * * *
He began to hum again, a tuneless sound more forsomething to do than anything else. The noise was a comfort of somesort, a constant murmur in the back of his throat, that fell intothe rhythm of his thoughts. He found his upper body beginning torock ever so slightly, just rolling back and forth, anothercomforting gesture. All the while, his mind broadcast like a radiosignal, calling out into the city. Or no, more like the Bat Signal,calling out to his superhero lover to rescue him. ::Here,::he added to his internal monologue. If Vic were at work, and drovethe route that ran near Kyle’s subdivision, Matt knew he’d pick upthe signal. He just had to. ::At Kyle’s, Vic. Here. AtKyle’s.::
::Vic.::
Without warning, the door to the bedroom flew open sohard, it hit the corner of the dresser and bounced back. Jordankicked it out of his way as he entered the room, eyes wild, mouthdrawn into a harsh frown, hair mussed and standing on end. Helooked like he’d just stuck his finger in an electrical socket; hisshort bleached bangs enforced that image. But the glare he turnedon Matt was frightening. Had he heard Matt’s mental plea for help?Had the powers given him some sort of sick mental connection thatmimicked the one Matt shared with Vic? God no, Matt prayed.Cowering into the closet, trying to distance himself from this…thismaniac, he mumbled, “What?”
Jordan didn’t bother to answer. In two quick strideshe crossed the room to where Matt huddled and grabbed Matt’s upperarm. With a yank, he hauled Matt to his feet; his flesh was hot tothe touch, scalding almost, and Matt was so weakened that hestumbled over himself at Jordan’s powerful tug. Then whateverstrength filled Jordan vanished; Matt fell to the floor, on hisback now, his hands crushed beneath him. Jordan grabbed his otherarm and dragged him from the closet.
As he was pulled across the floor to the bed, Matt’sshorts rode down to his ankles, where they caught on the ties thatheld his feet together. The bedroom carpet burned Matt’s ass. ThenJordan released him, and Matt struck the side of the mattress. “Getup,” Jordan snapped.
For one futile moment, Matt struggled to get his legsbeneath him, but his shorts hindered his bound feet. “I can’t–”
“Get up,” Jordan said again. One bare foot lashedout, catching Matt in the hip.
The contact seemed to goad Jordan into action; thenext thing Matt knew, fists rained down on him, feet kicked out,fingers scratching his face and chest, toes connecting with hisalready throbbing balls. Matt rolled away, trying to hide his faceand genitals from the onslaught, as Jordan raged above him. “Getup, you hear me? Get up, get up. Up on the bed, now.Motherfucker, get up.”
Matt managed to crouch down, pull into himself, growsmaller, something—he bent double and fell onto his side, thenrolled onto his stomach and stretched his head and torso into thesafety under the bed. Like an inch worm, he tried to push himselffarther into that cool, sweet darkness, out of reach. His eyes andmouth and nose filled with dust as his back and hands took thebrunt of Jordan’s attack.
Then a rough grip caught him around the hips andhauled him back into the light.
Matt cringed as Jordan rolled him over, but the blowsthat had struck him just moments before were gone, replaced withsoothing hands that stroked his face, his hair, his chest.“Matthew, I’m sorry,” Jordan cooed. Funny, Matt thought—how softlythe guy could speak when it suited him. “I didn’t mean—it’s just sofrustrating for me, you have to understand.”
With a grunt, Matt turned his face from Jordan’s. Hewould not be won over by this. His thoughts turned to hisdistress signal again—::Vic. Vic. Vic.:: Like a stimulatedpulse, the word grew louder, faster, until it filled Matt’s headand tumbled over itself to be heard. ::VIC VICVICVICVIC::
The hands on his face were so damn gentle. Theysmoothed down the stubble on Matt’s chin, over his throat, acrosshis collar bone with the slightest of touches. The fingers thatfound one dark nipple felt almost loving as they circled it,plucked the tender bud erect, tweaked it to life, then did the sameto the other one. One strong hand trailed down the flat plane ofMatt’s stomach, strumming through the line of faint hair that ledto the dark curls pooled at his crotch. One thumb traced the lengthof his dick—softly, oh God, so soft—then teased the bulbouscockhead into standing. Like an eager pup, Matt’s shaft twitched,then rose to present its underside, as if looking for a belly rub.Jordan complied, stroking one finger down Matt’s length, then upagain, down, down, burrowing in kinked curls to fondle his hairyballs. One nail scratched the skin below his nuts to poke at histrembling hole—
As if goosed, Matt jerked his whole body away fromJordan. “No.”
Jordan stood—his own erection pointed down at Matt,who thought for one brief second that the twat was going to piss onhim, or jerk off again, right in his face this time. Nothing like alittle bukkake to start the day off right. The thought nauseatedhim, and the remnants of his scant breakfast pressed against theback of his throat, threatening to come up. “No,” he said again,stronger this time, with a shake of his head to show he meant it.“Don’t even go there, Jordan. I’m warning you. I’m—”
Jordan nudged Matt’s thigh with his foot. “Oh, shutup. Here’s my dilemma, all right? Hear me out.” He propped hishands on his hips as he frowned down at Matt, then decided to crosshis arms in front of his chest instead. “These powers of yours? I’mfinding they don’t quite work as well as I thought they would, theway I’m taking them.”
“What do you mean?” Matt whispered. He knew,though—somewhere deep down inside, he knew where Jordan wasgoing with this, and his mind screamed in protest. “How areyou taking them?”
“I ain’t shooting it up,” Jordan said with a sneer.“Jesus, Matthew. You’re not some sort of drug. I mean the
