V: The V in Vigilant

spotted Vic’s car. ::When did you get here?:: heasked with another yawn. ::I didn’t even hear you pullup.::
::You’re half-asleep—::
Those full lips of his pulled down into apretty pout. ::I am not.:: Beside him, the bush began toshake and Matt tugged on the leash, his attention easily diverted.“Sadie, get out of there, will you? Sadie!”
As Vic climbed out of the car, the sound ofhis door slamming caught the dog’s interest and she burst from theundergrowth with a raucous bark. “Sadie!” Matt admonished. He lether tug on her leash, releasing the retractable lead to its fulllength.
She strained at it a moment before Vic cameclose enough for her to paw at his legs. He scratched behind herear. “Someone missed me.”
“Make that two.” Matt reached out and snaggedthe front of Vic’s jacket, pulling him in for a slow, lingeringkiss. Against Vic’s mouth, Matt murmured, “Dinner, shower, andme…what am I forgetting?”
Vic pressed his lips to Matt’s, claiminganother kiss. “Not a thing. Sounds like the perfect evening tome.”
* * * *
While Matt cooked dinner, Vic showered. Thedog sat in the doorway near the stove, one eye on Matt in case hedropped anything to eat, one ear cocked toward the bathroom door.Vic finished before Matt began assembling the tacos, so Sadierushed down the hall at full speed, buying Matt a few preciousmoments without her underfoot. He managed to transfer the groundbeef into the taco shells before she came racing back, Vic trailingbehind her wearing his worn flannel robe and smelling faintly ofIrish Spring.
“Should have warned me we’d be having tacos,”Vic muttered, getting himself a glass of iced tea from the fridge.“I would’ve held off on the shower until after I’d eaten.”
“Second shower never hurt anyone.” Once Mattfinished filling the tacos—three for him, the other nine in thepackage for Vic—he took the leftover ground beef and scraped itonto an empty plate. Since Sadie had come into their lives, Mattcooked more than before, saving a portion of the meal to feed thedog. Now, as he placed her plate on the floor, he saw Vic’sreproachful look from the corner of his eye and asked, “What? Shelikes it.”
“She has her own food,” Vic countered. “She’sgoing to get fat.”
Matt playfully elbowed Vic’s slight paunch.Grabbing their own plates, he nodded at the dining room table.“Food is love. Sit down, let me love you.”
Before Matt moved out of reach, Vic ran anarm around his waist and pulled him back to plant a quick kiss onhis temple. “How about after I eat, what do you say? I’mstarving.”
Matt took him up on the offer. Watching hisman eat always turned Matt on, and Vic downed the tacos like achampion on the competitive food circuit. By the time Vic lickedthe last of the taco sauce from his fingers, Matt shifteduncomfortably in his chair, his dick hard as steel in the front ofhis jeans. When Vic carried their empty plates into the kitchen,Matt sidled up behind him and leaned against his lover, thrustinghis hips into Vic’s so there was no doubt about where his interestslay. He smoothed his hands down Vic’s bulging biceps and purredagainst the back of Vic’s neck, “You, in the bedroom, now.”
Vic laughed as he ran water in the sink. “Letme clean up here first—”
“No time.” Grabbing one end of the sashholding Vic’s robe closed, Matt took a step toward the doorway andthe promise of their bed at the end of the hall. He tugged thesash, but his lover didn’t move. He tugged harder. “Now,Vic. Don’t make me beg.”
The spigot cut off and Vic smirked as hewiped his hands on a dish towel. “That might be worth seeing,” hesaid, half-turning toward Matt. “Would you get down on your handsand knees? Or just whine like a little boy until you got yourway?”
Matt tried the whine as he pulled on Vic’ssash. “Vic!”
The loose knot at the front of Vic’s robeslipped. Matt took a step back and gave another tug, harder thanbefore. The knot unraveled and the sash slid free from its loops,sending Matt backpedaling into the hall with the sash in his handsand Vic still resolutely standing by the sink. Only now his robehung open, the front panels falling back to display the smoothexpanse of muscle along Vic’s chest and belly. Matt’s gaze traveledlower, and he saw the red tip of his lover’s cock peek out frombetween the folds of flannel.
Coming back into the kitchen, Matt wrappedthe sash around Vic’s waist, this time holding onto both ends as hepulled his lover closer. With the sash securely held in one hand,Matt let the fingers of his other hand dip into the front of Vic’srobe. They tickled over Vic’s belly and down, over his pubic mound,down, until they grasped the thickly veined length juttingfrom Vic’s crotch. “Does my begging turn you on?” Matt murmured,kissing the hollow of Vic’s throat as he massaged Vic’s dick.
He felt his lover’s moan on his lips; thesound excited him. His next kiss landed on the underside of Vic’sjaw, then on Vic’s chin, until their lips finally met. This timeVic’s moan was lost in Matt, who pressed against his lover in hiseagerness. “Follow me,” Matt whispered.
Vic could offer no argument. “Lead theway.”
Keeping a tight hold on Vic’s erect cock,Matt obeyed.
* * * *
Definitely the best thing about theirrelationship, in Vic’s opinion, was the telepathic bond theyshared. Matt knew every nuance of Vic’s personality, every thought,every desire. He didn’t have to tell his lover tonight he was alittle tired and sore—Matt already knew. When they reached theirbed, Matt eased Vic’s robe off down his arms and massaged thethick, tense muscles in his shoulders. “On your belly, babe,” Mattsaid, giving Vic’s ass a smack as he knelt on the bed. “Let me workthese knots out of your back first. Rough day?”
“It was the rain.” Vic stretched out alongthe end of the bed, weariness making his bones feel heavy as hesettled into place. The cool comforter felt wonderful against hisbare skin, and he curled his arms beneath his head, eyes alreadyslipping shut. He heard Matt undress, then rummage through thedrawer in his bedside table. Suddenly too tired to speak,