Matt dreamed they were down in Carytown again. This time he was in charge—when they neared his car, he pinned Vic against it with the intensity of his kiss, not the other way around. Vic surrendered beneath him, giving into Matt’s insistent lips. The shirt Vic wore tore away easily, and he turned to place both hands against the hood of the car as Matt trailed hot kisses down his lover’s spine. Matt took a moment to trace the Celtic knot tattooed in the small of Vic’s back, wetting the black ink with his tongue, before he yanked down Vic’s jeans. In the dream, his lover wore no underwear, and with loving bites Matt made his way around one fleshy buttock, up the crack in Vic’s ass, then around the next buttock, ending at the perfect hole at Vic’s center.
With an audible gasp Matt felt deep
