Chapter 1

Matt diLorenzo woke to the soft touch of lips against his.

With a slight moan he stirred, hands clutching the satin sheets up under his chin, legs shifting beneath the covers. His feet smoothed along his lover Vic Braunson’s calves, the dry rasp of skin on skin loud in the silent morning.

The kiss deepened—Vic pressed Matt back against his pillow in his need, mouth parting Matt’s as his tongue licked out to taste his lover. Matt submitted willingly, turning his face toward Vic’s, hungry for more. One hand uncurled from the sheets to touch Vic’s chest…

Only to close over thin air.

Matt’s eyes flew open as adrenaline surged through him. Nowhe was awake. “Vic?” he murmured, but even in the darkness of their room, lit only by the unblinking red numbers of his alarm clock, he could see Vic wasn’t there.

“Vic?” Matt asked again, a little louder this time as he struggled to sit up.

Strong arms tightened around his waist, holding him in place; when he tried to move, he felt his lover’s head burrow into the space between his shoulder blades. Matt lay back, relief coursing through him. Vic was right beside him, where he belonged. He must’ve dreamed the kiss.

But the moment his eyes slipped shut, Vic’s mouth covered his again. The insistent press of his lover’s lips was definitelyno dream.

This time Matt spoke silently, directing his thoughts into his lover’s still-sleeping mind. ::Vic. You up?::

In answer, Vic’s kiss grew demanding. Matt let himself be kissed, giving into the sensations even if they weren’t real. But he could taste Vic on his mouth, his tongue; every inch of his psyche felt his lover’s body positioned above him though through physical touch, he knew Vic held him close from behind. ::Vic?::he prodded again. ::Is this you?::

A shuddery sigh told him his lover still slept. Carefully, so as not to wake him, Matt dipped his consciousness into Vic’s dreams. With his mind’s eye, he saw himself beneath Vic, the two of them on a bed similar to the one they shared. Vic lay over Matt like a blanket, pinning him to the mattress as he covered Matt with ardent kisses. His hands rove across Matt’s nude body, tweaking, stroking, enticing him erect. As he watched his dream-self being pleasured, Matt felt those ghostlike hands on his own body, rubbing his chest and stomach, lower, twining through his pubes, lower, to cup his balls and fondle his cock. He shifted in the bed, pressing his thighs together, as an unconscious moan escaped his lips. His hands fisted in the bed sheets. “Vic.”

He could take it no longer. Rolling in Vic’s embrace, Matt snuggled up against his lover. He needed the real man’s attention, not some shadow lover, but Vic himself. Matt’s lips found Vic’s in a desirous, smothering kiss and, between them, a sweet ache settled into his balls as his dick grew interested. “Vic,” he murmured, parting his lover’s mouth to whisper into him. “I need you.”

Vic groaned in sleep, but he let Matt roll him onto his back. A frenzy whirled inside Matt, lust and love crashing together, thickening his cock to throb in his balls. What had started as a simple kiss now stirred him into action. Sitting up, he straddled Vic’s waist, leaning over his lover’s broad chest to kiss him again. His hands found Vic’s nipples and plucked the tender buds until they stood in his palms like hard nuggets. Slipping his forefingers through the tiny rings that pierced those nipples, Matt tugged gently and elicited a series of small sounds from Vic that rose in octave as his desire cranked up. Matt kissed away the furrows that darkened his brow. “I want you,” he whispered. “Vic, baby, please. Look what you’ve done to me.”

Vic’s eyelids fluttered in response, and he sighed Matt’s name in his sleep.

Matt took that as all the encouragement he needed. He scooted down until his buttocks sat firmly on the hard thickness at Vic’s crotch. For a moment, he savored the feel of his lover’s bare chest beneath his hands, and he tongued one nipple, then the next, the cold metal rings warming in his mouth. Vic moaned and moved beneath him, his dick beginning to butt against Matt’s ass. “Yes,” Vic sighed, hands roaming through Matt’s thick curls. “Matty, yes.”

Sliding down farther, Matt kissed his way over Vic’s shaved pubic mound. He pulled the sheets down as he went, inch by inch, exposing more skin with each kiss. With a tight grip on the sheet, he pressed it over Vic’s crotch, holding his lover’s hard cock down so he could lick the base of Vic’s shaft. Another inch lower, and he turned his head to close his lips around the firm base. Another inch, lower, and he tongued beneath the dick to taste the soft sac hidden below.