Bonds of Love

kiss, he added, “Now love me, will you? You startedthis.”
With a laugh, Matt crawled back to his previousposition, above and behind Vic. “Only because you didn’t want to doit last night.”
“Only because I was exhausted,” Vic countered.
Matt squirted a liberal amount of lube into his hand,then slicked his cock with the clear, warming lotion. It glidedonto his skin easily, and he took a few moments to pleasure himselfas he stared at Vic’s inviting ass, the balls squeezed between itand the bed, the thick length pinned down and pointing Matt’s way.The lube coated Matt’s shaft and tingled his swollen cockhead as heworked himself hard. But when he reached out for Vic to rub thelube into his lover’s hole, Vic raised off the bed and muttered, “Ithought this was a two-man act. Am I missing the show?”
With an open hand, Matt smacked Vic’s butt. “Oh, hushup. You’ll get it soon enough.”
“When?” Vic wanted to know. Matt’s fingers rimmed hispuckered flesh and he gasped, his whole body trembling at the fainttouch. “God,” he sighed, pushing back against Matt to fuck hisfingers. “Matty—”
The rest disappeared as Matt shoved his cock intoVic’s ass. On his knees, he moved in slowly, damp hands on Vic’ships to guide his lover to him, until Vic moaned with a gutturalsound Matt felt resonate in the tip of his dick. As Matt eased out,Vic’s sounds became words, “Yes” and “God” and “Yes, Matty, Godyes, yes.” Vic clenched the pillow in his arms, punched itwith his fists, kneaded it as Matt moved in him again and again.The heat of Vic’s core warmed the lube, setting Matt’s cock onfire; pleasure burned through him, igniting his body, setting hisblood aflame, until he thought he must surely combust from it.Still he worked in Vic, pulling his lover back to him as he drovein as far as he could go, then wriggled in a half inch farther,deeper, in. He would crawl inside Vic completely if hecould, just curl up deep in his lover’s bowels, and feel the warm,tight body beat around him as his lover surrounded him. He woulddrown in this man if he could.
Loosening his control on their psychic connection,Matt let his feelings and emotions and thoughts pour into Vic asthey moved together in the throes of passion. Vic did the same,opening to Matt completely, so they both experienced all aspects oftheir lovemaking—he knew Vic felt each thrust as if it were hiscock deep inside his own tight ass, and Matt felt a hard, thicklength filling him inside. Their throaty moans mingled withwordless thoughts, and when they came, the orgasmic rush rockedthem both simultaneously. Matt’s dick burst deep within Vic,shooting powerful seed into his lover’s body, the fiery spillcausing Vic to spasm in release as well.
For a long moment, neither moved. Then Vic sank tothe bed and Matt lay down above him, loathe to extract himself fromhis lover just yet. He cradled Vic’s bald head in his arms, hislips pressed to the back of Vic’s neck. Vic kissed a tender spot onthe inside of Matt’s bicep. Together their breath evened, theirheart beats slowed, their bodies cooled in the early morning chill.Finally Matt shifted off Vic, and his lover rolled to one side tohug him close. In the warm space between Vic and the bed, Mattclung to him, arms tight around Vic’s waist, head tucked beneathVic’s chin. A lusty sigh summed up Matt’s feelings perfectly.
Vic buried his nose in Matt’s curls and, planting arough kiss on his temple, drifted back to sleep.
* * * *
Later, Matt stood at the kitchen sink, washing offhis breakfast dishes, when Vic finally stumbled in. Anyone elsemight have mistaken the scowl on his face for a mean streak, butMatt knew his lover intimately—this was Vic’s “morning face,” andwould linger for a half hour or so, however long it took the man tofully wake up. Matt thought it cute, and loved to tease Vic when hefirst woke, if he could, because Vic was so unresponsive then. Justbecause he was standing upright and out of bed didn’t in any wayindicate that he was awake, a fact Matt found amusing. Since hislover normally slept in long after Matt left for work, he didn’tget much opportunity to pick at him, and seized every chance hecould. So as Vic poured himself a cup of coffee, Matt nudged himplayfully and joked, “Was it good for you?”
Vic’s reply was a grunt that might have been taken aseither a yes or a no, depending. With a faint smile, Matt added, “Ineed more than that, babe. Or next time I won’t bother to wake youup and I’ll just do it myself in the shower.”
Matt felt the fog lift a bit in his lover’s mind.Vic’s brow furrowed in confusion. As if he couldn’t be bothered tofigure out for himself what Matt was going on about, he snapped,“What?”
“You did like it, right?” Matt pressed. Healmost laughed out loud as he watched Vic struggle to recall whathe might mean. “Vic!”
“What?” his lover asked again. Then, before Mattcould explain, he growled, “I just woke up, Matty. Stop fuckingwith me.”
Matt’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “But I lovefucking you.”
A slow smile slipped through Vic’s scowl like the sunpeeking through on a cloudy day. Vic hid it behind the coffee cupthat he raised to his lips. Then the lines were back in his brow,flaring up like a summer storm. “Shit!”
Concerned that he had pushed his lover too far, Mattstarted, “Hey sexy, I’m only kidding…”
Viciously Vic dumped his mug into the sink. Mattshrunk back, expecting a splash of scalding coffee that never came.Instead, a thick chunk of brown ice inched its way out from theoverturned mug. Matt let out a laugh that he bit off quickly. “Whatthe hell?” When Vic shook the mug, trying to hurry the ice along,Matt asked, “Is that your coffee?”
His lover’s answer was a cold hand on Matt’s barearm. Vic’s skin felt like steel in winter, and ice crystals edgedhis fingernails. “At least it’s August,” Matt said, in an effort tolighten the mood. “You have your own built-in airconditioning.”
The look on Vic’s