Chapter 2

Vic’s fingers tightened on his scalp, and his hips rose up to push against Matt. “God,” he gasped. All pretense of sleep was gone. “Matty, please. Just…”

Whatever else he planned to say dissolved in a breathless rush when Matt tugged off the sheet and took Vic’s cockhead into his mouth.

As his tongue rimmed the flared tip of Vic’s dick, Matt joked, ::Who said dreams can’t come true?::

“Matt,” Vic sighed. Knees bent, he held himself up off the bed on his elbows, body arched and head thrown back in delight. “Yes, yes, Godyes.”

With his lips curled over his teeth, Matt massaged down Vic’s length, then licked his way to the tip again. As it slid free from his mouth, a thin trail of saliva and pre-cum connected them, from Matt’s mouth to Vic’s cock. Matt kissed it away, then nosed Vic’s dick aside to lap the underside. His lover writhed beneath him. “Yes,yes.”

His tongue found the sensitive spot at the base of Vic’s shaft. Matt delved in, kissing between the twin strands of muscle that stretched taut above Vic’s balls, then wetting the dry, fervid skin with his tongue. He chased that with a bite on the loose skin, just a little nip, but it made Vic buck under him, and the first drops of cum dampened his hair. He peppered Vic’s balls with tantalizing little bites, following each with a lick to smooth out the reddened flesh. By the time he moved the balls aside to lick between the clenched cheeks of his lover’s ass, Vic had fallen back to the pillow again, cock in one hand stroking it erect while the other kept a firm grip on the back of Matt’s neck. “Yes,” he sighed, legs spreading wider as Matt climbed down between them. “God, fuckyes.”

Matt’s own cock ached for attention. Each time it brushed over the bed, he had to fight against the desire to hump the mattress. He lay on his side, one hand angling for his groin, when he felt his lover’s sure grip on his dick. A mental hand kneaded his length as Vic channeled the same ability he’d used in sleep to arouse Matt’s ardor. Without touching him, Vic stroked his cock, massaged his balls, bringing him to the edge of pleasure. Matt thrust into that phantom touch as he nuzzled Vic’s genitals, his own moans lost in the shadows that clung to Vic’s crotch.

Another kiss, two, and Matt wanted more. Whether that thought passed between them unconsciously through the telepathic bond they shared, or whether they’d been together long enough now that Vic knew what he wanted before he did himself, Matt didn’t know. But when he repositioned himself to kneel between Vic’s legs, squeezing his own cock harder as he rubbed over Vic’s slick shaft, his lover held a thin bottle of lubricant in one hand. “Looking for this?” Vic asked, his usually gruff morning voice husky with lust.

With a grin, Matt took the bottle from him. “How’d you guess?”

He drizzled the lube over Vic’s dick, and it trickled down around his balls to stain the sheets beneath his ass. As Matt massaged it into pliant skin, the oil warmed at his touch. Vic’s legs spread wider as Matt stroked the velvety skin between his ass cheeks, and he rimmed his lover’s tight hole with one thumb in slow, languid movements that made Vic grasp at the bed sheets. “Fuck me,” he growled. “God, Matty, please.”

In response, Matt eased one thick finger into his ass, then another. Vic’s hips rose off the mattress, shoving his lover farther inside him. The bed’s headboard knocked into the wall, hard, as Vic thrust against Matt. “Yes,” he sighed, when a third finger breached his hole. His voice rose in volume to claw from his throat. “More, yes.Matty—”

Leaning over him, Matt silenced Vic with a kiss. “It’s five in the morning,” he admonished softly. “Do you want to wake the whole block?”

Vic’s sphincter clenched around Matt’s fingers. “I want you. In me, now.”

“You ask so nicely, too.”

Matt kissed him again, pressing him to the pillow as he guided his dick to his lover’s heated center. His fingers slid out one by one and encircled his cock to coat it with oil. After a few strokes, however, Vic grumbled, “Stop playing with yourself already and fuck me, will you?”

With a wicked gleam in his eye, Matt thrust into his lover, hard. Vic’s arms came up around him, hands digging into Matt’s buttocks, as he arched against him. “Yes,” he cried out in a lusty roar. “God, yes, harder, Matty, yes!”

Snickering into Vic’s neck, Matt murmured, “Quieter.”

But it was like trying to stop the tide from rolling in. Vic roiled under him as their bodies met in a clash of love and desire, and together they found a rhythm as timeless as the sea. Matt dove into his lover, hard, just as Vic had asked, and let Vic’s tight muscles and firm hands bring him to release. The bed rocked beneath them, and the noisy knocking of the headboard against the wall only spurred them on. “Yes,” Vic moaned. “Yes.”

Matt heard his lover’s voice in every fiber of his being, physically, mentally, aurally, and he wondered how many people nearby heard it in their sleep, as well. How many couples would wake wanting each other this morning? How many women would find their hands fisted between their legs, a precious pain throbbing in their loins? How many men would have morning erections they’d jerk away over the toilet, or wet dreams that left their sheets damp with cum? How many would be touched by Vic’s amorous libido and far-flung thoughts?

He didn’t know. And didn’t care, to be honest, not as long as he held Vic in his arms, and could kiss away the sweat beaded above his upper lip, and feel his lover’s hot muscles clench around his cock. Vic’s hands kneaded Matt’s buttocks, pulling him close. Matt drove in as deep as he could go and ground his hips against Vic, working in farther. His forehead was set against his lover’s, and when he stared into Vic’s eyes, he saw himself looking back.