Bonds of Love

The Bonds of Love
By J.M. Snyder
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Copyright 2007 J.M. Snyder
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters,places and incidents are solely the product of the author’simagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may bemade to actual historical events or existing locations. Anyresemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirelycoincidental.
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NOTE: This story wasoriginally published by Amber AllurePress. Readers can learn more about Vic and Matt’ssuper-powered relationship online at vic-and-matt.com.
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The Bonds of Love
By J.M. Snyder


Chapter 1
The gray, cinder block walls of the men’s restroomdid little to deaden the pounding bass and heavy guitar riffscoming from the outdoor stage. Standing at the urinal while hewaited for his last cup of beer to piss through him, Vic Braunsonstared at a spot on the wall and felt the sheer weight of the daybear down.
This morning he had looked forward to the all-dayconcert event, ten live bands on stage at Brown’s Island for onelast summer hurrah before classes started again at the collegedowntown. Two radio stations sponsored the event, and the promiseof a day in the sun with Matty seemed the perfect way to spend hisfirst weekend off in months—drinking beer from frothy plastic cups, eating hotdogs and cotton candy, listening to hard rock music from a handfulof local acts and one or two bands with national appeal.
But now, after several long hours in the hot sun, themusic matched the constant pounding behind his eyes and his stomachchurned from too much alcohol and grilled food. A glance at hiswatch showed it was just quarter after ten in the evening, but toVic, it was well past time to go home.
With a shake, he tucked himself into his pants andzipped up as he stepped away from the urinal. Matt waited for himoutside the restroom, and Vic suspected his lover would have noobjection to calling it a night. He could barely stumble straight,and when Vic had propped him up against the building before headinginside to take a leak, Matt’s eyes had slipped shut with somethinglike relief. If they were lucky, they might clock in a littlesnuggling time once they crawled into bed together, but for allMatt’s playful flirting earlier in the day, neither of them were upfor much else tonight.
At the sink, Vic washed his hands beneath icy waterand frowned at his reflection in the mirror. His bald head gleamed,lathered with sun block, and the gold loops that lined his ears andpierced his left eyebrow winked in the bare bulb above him. A blacktribal tattoo on his right temple looked almost blue in thislighting, and the glowering eyes that glared back at him were hard,uncompromising. To someone who didn’t know him, Vic looked like onemean son of a bitch, stocky at six foot even, with muscled arms andthick thighs and hands that seemed able to crush the skulls ofsmall children or yapping dogs. His dark eyes were dangerous anddeadly. The biceps that bulged from the sleeveless armholes in historn shirt were riddled with tattoos and veins. A devilish goateeframed his thin lips, cinching the look.
Vic stared deep into the eyes that stared back athim, still unable to believe this hulking bastard he faced off withon a daily basis was helplessly, hopelessly in love. And lovedback.
By a man as wonderful as Matt diLorenzo.
They’d met three years ago, at the gym where Vicworked out and Matt coached the swim team. From the first momentVic saw Matt’s olive skin and long, lithe legs, he knew he wantedhim. But he wasn’t quick enough—Matt was already dating Kyle, aco-worker of Vic’s at the city bus station. But Vic was patient,and he bided his time. Things didn’t work out between Kyle andMatt—Vic hadn’t thought they would—and by the end of that summer,Vic caught up with Matt again at one of the stops on his bus route.Matt joined him for a cup of coffee at the end of his shift. Aftera good laugh about Kyle, they agreed to see where things might leadbetween them. Matt wanted to take it slow, and Vic agreed. He’dwaited a couple months already; what were a few more?
A man like Matt was worth waiting for, Vic knew.Still a few years shy of his fortieth birthday, Vic had beenlooking for someone like him for so long, and the sudden tumbleinto love left him breathless and shaky and unsure. It boththrilled and terrified him. He was all too willing to wait it out,see if it disappeared on its own or blossomed into something headyand real.
As the weeks went by, Vic fell for every little thingabout Matt, from the tight black curls that crowned his head to histoned swimmer’s body, his quick grin and deep green eyes and duskyskin that smelled summery and clean. Vic was a foot man, and Matt’sfeet were large and finlike and oh-so-suckable, with long toes thatcurled in Vic’s palm when he strummed the soles just right. In hisexperience, Vic had found the old adage about big feet to be true,and Matt was no exception.
When they finally made love, Matt’s long, thick cockfilled Vic completely. Seven months after they first met, atmidnight on New Year’s Day, they crossed the tenuous line betweenfriends and lovers in one orgasmic