Bonds of Love

sounded far away, like distant surf—the onlyimmediate sounds were Matt’s breath against Vic’s cheek and thefaint rumble of the car’s idling engine.
Then Matt’s lips parted, and his tongue trailed overVic’s lower lip. Vic sighed—with that, Matt licked into him,tasting him, claiming him. The beer on his lover’s breath tookVic’s own away. Slowly, oh God so slowly, Matt traced theinside of Vic’s mouth with his tongue, remembering every curve,every tooth, every soft crevice as their kiss deepened. One handgripped the back of Vic’s neck, pulling him closer, and their lipsmashed together, their tongues speaking a language that fanned theflames of lust inside both their bodies until the very core oftheir beings burned like stars in the night. This maddening kiss,so slow, so tender, so right, heated Vic with a passion thatglowed white-hot within him; Matt’s hand at his waist, kneadingVic’s own budding erection, only fueled the fire. Vic opened oneeye to ensure that he wasn’t giving off sparks or radiating someobscene laser show at Matt’s touch.
The car around them was dark, the only light comingfrom the concert venue beyond the windows. But they were still inpublic, and Vic wanted nothing more than to fall into bed besideMatt. Though every nerve in his body screamed in protest, he caughtthe hand in his lap and laced his fingers through his lover’s. Withreluctance, he pulled away, ending their kiss. Matt glanced up athim with dulled eyes and damp, too red lips that looked swollen andtempting. “Like that,” Matt murmured, squeezing Vic’s hand in his.“Kiss me like that next time I ask.”
“Just you wait ‘til we get home,” Vic promised. Witha laugh, he put the car into gear and began to navigate the narrowparking lot to the exit. “Unless you fall asleep on me.”
With his head still on Vic’s shoulder, Matt curled upin the passenger seat and hugged Vic’s arm in both of his. “Oh,no,” Matt assured him. “I’m up.”
* * * *
They were about ten minutes from the small West Endapartment they shared when the well-lit neon sign for 7-11 caughtMatt’s attention. With wide eyes, he grinned up at Vic. “Slurpees,”he announced.
Something in the way he drew out the word suggestedhe wanted one. Vic shook his head, bemused. “Matt—”
::Please?::
Vic gave Matt a sharp glance—his lover’s smile didn’tfalter, his lips didn’t part, his mouth didn’t move, but the wordechoed through Vic’s mind again, ::Pretty please?::
So their mental connection was back, which meant thatsomewhere between Brown’s Island and this end of town, Matt hadsobered up. But he was still wrapped around Vic’s arm, pressed soclose against him that each time Vic switched gears, his elbownudged Matt’s stomach. When Vic rested his hand on Matt’s thigh,his lover clamped his legs together, catching Vic’s fingers betweenthem. ::I thought you were out of it,:: Vic thought,projecting the words into Matt’s head.
Rich laughter resonated within him. ::Oh, I’mstill buzzing,:: Matt assured him. The stop light ahead changedred, catching them a block from the convenience store. ::Howabout that Slurpee?::
Before Vic could reply, an image filled hismind—Matt, nude in their bedroom, a large Slurpee cup in one hand,lips blue from the cold slush and whatever flavor he had chosen.Vic on his hands and knees beside the bed, his buttocks presentedto Matt like twin pale pillows. He heard the slurp of a straw, thencool fingers touched his ass, spreading his cheeks to let an icytongue lick between them, oh sweet Jesus so numbing, sofrigid. It sounded like a wonderful end to a day spent inthe hot sun. Not only did he think it but felt it aswell—Matt’s freezing lips on him, the cold tongue warming againsthis skin; not just in his mind but on his body, and hisjeans chafed the sudden half-mast erection that swelled at hisgroin.
In the dark car Vic gasped, the sensation all tooreal. Suddenly a Slurpee didn’t just sound like a good idea—nothingelse would do. He wanted cold lips on his, cold hands, a coldtongue. He wanted to warm Matt up again, with every inch of hisbody if he could. When the light changed, he crossed two lanes ofthe road without looking in his rear-view mirror for oncomingtraffic, trusting the unnerving instincts that had awakened in himwhen he met Matt. With his foot on the gas, he zoomed into the 7-11parking lot, pulling into the last spot that remained in front ofthe store. As he unbuckled his seat belt, he asked, “What flavor doyou want?”
Matt laughed. “I’m coming, too.” He crawled acrossthe driver’s seat and misjudged the distance—he was still a littledrunk, all right. When he fell out of the car, head first, Viccaught him beneath the arms before he could hit the ground. “Whatwould I do without you?” Matt wanted to know as Vic helped himstand.
“Knock yourself senseless,” Vic teased. “And do kinkystuff with a Slurpee in the bedroom by yourself.”
Matt held onto Vic’s arm like a child, unwilling tolet go. “It’s only kinky the first time. Picture this.”
Another image overrode his thoughts…Matt kneelingbefore Vic, one cool hand wrapped around Vic’s throbbing shaft.Slurpee-cold lips kissed the tip of his dick, then parted to takehim into an icy mouth. As the frosty feelings thrilled through him,Vic stumbled in mid-step. Even his super strength couldn’t holdback the dribble of pre-cum that creamed the front of his briefs.“Matt!” Vic cried, angry at the weakness that flooded him. This manwas his Kryptonite, no question. “Don’t do that.”
Strong arms encircled Vic’s waist as Matt leanedagainst his back and snickered. “I know, I know,” he conceded.“When we get home. What flavor do you think I should get?”
Vic tried to step out of Matt’s hug and couldn’t.Leading the way to the store’s front door, he muttered, “I don’tcare.” Silently he added, ::Something cold. If it feels half asgood as you think it does—::
His lover’s reply danced over his thoughts. ::Itwill,:: Matt promised.
* * * *
At the Slurpee machine, Matt filled a clear plasticcup with a rainbow of flavors. Vic leaned back against the counter,arms crossed, and swept the store with a menacing glare that keptanyone from meeting his gaze. The cashier glanced at them, nervous.She looked