Bonds of Love

as easy to get out of bed.
The toughest, and fortunately quickest, partwas pulling back the sheets. The body heat trapped beneath themcreated a cushiony warmth Matt was loathe to leave, and Vic’sembrace tempted him to linger in bed. But he had to be at the gymby eight for his first swim class, and no one could enter the poolif he didn’t show, at least not until a replacement instructor orother lifeguard could be found. So Matt took a deep breath tosteady himself and threw back the covers as he slipped from underVic’s arm—a quick motion, like yanking off a Band-Aid fast to makethe separation less painful.
Despite the fact it was August and probably alreadysweltering outside, a cold rush from the air conditioner pimpledhis naked skin. “Damn,” he muttered as he clicked off the clockradio. From the corner of his eye he saw the bed, Vic sleeping sosoundly beneath the covers, and every ounce of him ached to be backin those arms, that warmth, those sheets.
He forced himself to turn away. Inside the bathroom,he shrugged on Vic’s flannel bathrobe, much too large for Matt butit smelled of his lover and he snuggled into it, holding it aroundhimself, as he tried to warm up. Vic’s work clothes rested on thebathroom floor, discarded like an afterthought. Maybe it was thefact they hadn’t made love last night, despite Matt’s urging—Vichad been too tired at the end of the day, and after some playfulcuddling, had dropped off to sleep before Matt could suggestsomething more. Or maybe it was the heady scent of the man heloved, enveloping him in flannel warmth. Or, hell, maybe it was thesight of Vic’s bright white briefs, twisted into the crotch of hiswork pants where he’d left them the night before. Whatever it was,it got Matt’s blood pumping, and while he relieved himself, hisdick jumped to life in his hand as if goosed.
Yeah, it was early, and Vic was still asleep. ButMatt couldn’t think of a better way to start the day.
Flushing the toilet, he washed his hands and ran hisdamp fingers through his hair in a vain attempt to control hiscurls. Now he was up, in more ways than one; the front ofVic’s bathrobe parted at Matt’s crotch beneath a budding erectionthat refused to stay hidden in the folds of fabric. Back in thebedroom, Matt lingered in the doorway, one hand strumming over hishard length as he debated waking his lover. Vic looked so peaceful,all curled up among the sheets. Maybe Matt should just jerk off inthe shower, let Vic sleep—
::Don’t you dare.::
The words grumbled through Matt’s mind, bringing asmile to his face. So Vic wasn’t quite as zonked out as he hadthought. ::Don’t what?:: he teased, throwing the question atVic mentally as he closed the distance between them. In his mind,he conjured up an image of himself in the shower, water cascadingaround him, running in rivulets down his body as it plastered hisdark hair to his skin. With soapy hands, he stroked his hard cock,fondled his balls, slipped lower to rim along his ass…
In bed Vic drew one leg up beneath him, restless insleep, as if the thought of Matt masturbating was enough to turnhim on. ::Like that?:: Matt asked. Vic moved again, one handeasing beneath his bulk to disappear into the dark depths of thebed sheets. Stepping up to the bed, Matt let the bathrobe fall fromhis shoulders to the floor. ::Want to watch?::
An encouraging grunt from his lover made Matt laugh.Gingerly he climbed onto the bed, crawling over Vic’s sheet-coveredlegs until he straddled the larger man. His hard cock jutted fromhis groin like a spear, ready to pierce through the blankets todive into the tight, hot center of his lover’s being. Propped up onhis arms above Vic, Matt leaned down until his lips rested on Vic’sleft ear. “Love you,” he whispered, his words mere breath.
A sleepy smile spread across Vic’s face in response.Matt kissed his ear, then his cheek, then the hair that curvedalong his jaw in a short goatee. When he kissed the corner of Vic’smouth, his lover turned slightly, offering more of himself toMatt’s willing lips. But when the rest of Vic’s body tried to turnbeneath him, Matt lowered himself over his lover to keep him inplace. “Uh-huh. This is right where I want you, big boy.”
Vic relaxed, sinking to his pillow as Matt kissed hisway to the back of his lover’s neck, where folds of smooth skinbunched into rolls. Despite the sheets that separated them, Mattthrust against Vic’s ample ass, his aroused cock rubbing along thecleft between Vic’s clenched buttocks. He moved against Viceagerly, hands smoothing over his lover’s shoulders, mouth kissingits way along Vic’s back, and inch by inch the bed sheets werepushed aside. By the time Matt reached the small of Vic’s back,where a Celtic knot tattoo stained his skin in an intricate design,Vic no longer pretended to sleep. He arched into Matt’s kisses,fisting the pillow as he gasped at Matt’s touch. When Matt lickeddown between his buttocks, tasting the deep, musky skin hiddenthere, Vic raised his ass in the air and growled, “Matty, just fuckme already, will you?”
“So impatient!” Matt chided. He sat back and slappedVic’s ass—between his legs, Vic’s balls shuddered beneath theplayful smack.
Vic warned, “Matty.” He filled Matt’s mind with theimage of a caged lion, roaring in frustration. Matt’s touches andkisses alone had him close to getting off; through their mentallink, Matt could feel the orgasm building within his lover like acrescendo, rushing toward release.
Bending down, Matt planted one quick kiss on Vic’sbottom, then crawled over his lover to reach his bedside table. Ashe fumbled for the well-used tube of lubricant he kept there, Vicpressed his face into Matt’s side. Softly, he murmured into Matt’sflesh, “Fuck me raw if you have to.”
Lust surged through Matt at the request. “You sureknow just what to say to turn a man on,” he joked as his fingersclosed around the tube. Then, turning toward his lover, Mattcovered Vic’s mouth with his own. “Tell me,” he whispered.
Vic’s lips grinned against his. “Love you.” Withanother