Everyday Hero Box Set

Seventh Inning Stretch-7

The ballgames started Thursday. Four teams faced off that first night, two games back to back, what they called a “double header” in professional baseball. Matt’s team was one of them. Vic had to work—he managed to switch with someone to have off on Friday night, when his team came up to bat, but asking for both days off would’ve been pushing it.

When Vic left the gym Thursday afternoon, ready to head into work, Matt followed him out into the parking lot, one hand tucked in the back pocket of Vic’s work pants. At his car, Vic leaned against the driver’s door and pulled Matt into the space between his legs. His lover leaned heavily against him, the firm thickness hidden in his swim trunks pressed hard against Vic’s own budding erection. As Vic wrapped his arms around Matt’s waist, Matt ground his hips into Vic, sending wondrous shivers shooting through him.

With a slight thrust, Vic sighed. “Only a few more days.”

“None if I don’t win tonight,” Matt groused. “You’ll know we didn’t advance when I jump your bones the minute you walk through the door.”

Vic grinned and kissed the tip of Matt’s nose. “Now how fair would that be to everyone else?”

“f**k fair.”

Vic’s next kiss landed on his mouth. “Hush.”

Matt let out a lusty, frustrated sigh and rested his head on Vic’s shoulder. “Is it just me?” he wanted to know. “You’re like carved out of stone or something, and me, I can’t even go to the bathroom any more without jerking off. I see Roxie putting on hand cream and I think of you. We stopped by the drug store yesterday after lunch for some bubble gum and I almost cried when I saw the condoms behind the counter. Don’t you feel it?”

“Matty.” Cradling his lover’s face in both hands, Vic touched his forehead to Matt’s and stared into his eyes. Stared through him, into his mind, as the mental barriers he kept shored up between himself and the rest of the world disappeared. For one brief instant, he let his entire consciousness flood Matt—his mind emptied into his lover’s, his thoughts swirling over Matt’s own. Everything he felt, every emotion, every touch, came crashing through to Matt’s senses.

How he’d feigned sleep that morning, the bed sheets pulled up to his chin, his breath even, one eye open to watch Matt as he returned from the shower to dress in the semi-darkness of their bedroom. The way he’d touched himself beneath the sheets as he watched his lover unawares—slowly drying off, lingering on his crotch to fondle himself, the surge of lust that had eclipsed all thought when Matt threw a glance at Vic on the bed behind him and gasped at his own touch. Dressing fast, almost furtively, as if embarrassed. But taking a moment as he leaned down and kissed Vic goodbye to cop a quick feel, a hand rubbed between Vic’s buttocks.

That small touch alone had fueled Vic’s desire, and after the door closed behind Matt, he’d jerked off beneath the sheets, m**********g for the first time in months, humping the mattress with his face buried in his lover’s pillow to breathe in his scent. One finger up his ass, the other hand stroking himself, he’d come in such a spontaneous, explosive rush, both physically and mentally, that he heard tires squeal on the street outside. In the apartment above his, something shattered as his landlady dropped it to the floor, and below, a woman shrieked in delight, her cries muffled. “Yes, yes!”

In the gym’s parking lot, Matt stared at Vic with glazed, hooded eyes. His lips were parted, his tongue curved over his top teeth, his cheeks slack. ::So it’s not just you,:: Vic assured him.

It took a moment for Matt to pull himself together. He cleared his throat and stepped back, shaking his head slightly. But when Vic turned toward his car, he found himself pinned in place as Matt lunged. Grabbing Vic by the ears, he pulled his lover to him, hungry, insistent. His mouth closed over Vic’s, demanding; their bodies meshed together, two halves trying desperately to become whole again. Matt’s tongue forced its way into him, insatiable. Vic’s arms hugged Matt, his large hands cupping his lover’s ass. Another second or two and they’d f**k on the hood of his car, and Vic knew all the super strength in the world wouldn’t be enough to hold either of them back.

But Matt caught himself before things got out of hand. With his lips against Vic’s ear, he murmured, “When this stupid game is finally over, you’re mine.”

With a last, rough kiss, he whirled away and stormed across the parking lot. More than once, he touched his crotch, shifting the bulge there into a more comfortable position. Vic caught a glimpse of his lover’s tortured thoughts—something about diving into the deep end of the gym’s pool, and hoping the cold water would be enough to dampen his ardor.

Vic had no such recourse. The best that awaited him was an empty stall in the men’s room at the bus depot and a few hard thrusts into his fist before he had to clock in.