The Positions of Love Box Set

Book 1: The Positions of Love-12

Dinner that evening was a quiet affair—just the two of them and a small baked ham that they ate by candlelight. “Don’t get too used to this,” Matt warned. “You lucked out of the traditional diLorenzo family fiasco this year, but next year, you won’t be so lucky.”

To be honest, Vic looked forward to it. His own family had never made much of the holidays; it would be a nice change to see how the other side lived them up. Though the thought of meeting Matt’s parents did make him more than a little nervous, and he was stressed out enough this year as it was, trying to get the holiday right. Fortunately, Matt’s parents had decided on an extended vacation to the Mediterranean in lieu of weathering another cold, wet winter in Virginia—Vic had all next year to prepare himself to meet them.

His stomach already churned at the thought.

Later, there was a gleam in Matt’s eye as he knelt by the tree to appraise the gifts beneath it. He didn’t say anything, but Vic could feel his lover’s excitement humming through the room. “They aren’t much,” Vic started.

“Hush,” Matt admonished. In one swift movement, he stood and pressed his body against Vic’s, arms encircling Vic’s waist as he touched his lips to Vic’s. “It’s the thought that counts.”

Their quick kiss deepened, warming them both. Vic’s hands smoothed around Matt’s waist to cup his ass, then he hugged his lover to him, as close as their bodies would allow, as he licked between those sweet lips to taste his man. Matt took a step back beneath Vic’s advance, then stood his ground; his arms came up between them to ease around Vic’s neck, one hand fisting in his tank top, the other rubbing over the back of his shaved head, pulling him closer, reeling him in. What had started out as a gentle peck grew heated, hungry.

Matt grasped Vic’s tank top in both hands and yanked it up. As it slid over the top of Vic’s head, his lover stepped back, tugging the shirt off with him. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, eyes shiny with promise.

Releasing his lover, Vic bent and held his arms out to let Matt pull the shirt off completely. “Let’s hear it.”

One of Matt’s dark eyebrows rose like a challenge. “Strip.”

The tank top was tossed aside, and Matt’s own shirt followed suit. Vic couldn’t get his pants off fast enough, but Matt was quicker—he unzipped his jeans, then shucked both them and his underwear to the ground. Vic’s gaze was drawn to the start of an erection already beginning to poke out from the thick hair at Matt’s crotch, and suddenly he couldn’t seem to work the zipper on his own pants.

With a laugh, Matt turned to plug in the Christmas tree lights. “You’re holding us up here,” he teased.

Vic’s zipper had caught in his briefs. He gave out a frustrated snarl and tried to rezip the pants, hoping to straighten things out, but the damn little metal slide refused to move up or down, and his own hard erection pressing against the material only complicated things. “Matty,” he muttered, wrestling with his zipper. “A little help here would be nice.”

Matt laughed again. Coming up behind Vic, he leaned his nude body against his lover—Vic felt hard n*****s press into his bare shoulder blades, felt that thick c**k butt against his jeans. Lust swirled through him, igniting his blood, dazzling his senses. With a burst of super strength, he tore open his fly. The zipper squealed in protest, denim ripped, and Matt stepped back as Vic kicked the remains of the jeans off his legs. Amid Matt’s snickering, Vic growled, “Come here, you.”

But Matt had already moved to the floor lamp that illuminated the living room. “I want you on the couch,” he said, clicking off the light.

The living room plunged into dusk, lit only by the twinkling multi-colored lights on the Christmas tree. Removing his briefs, Vic sank down on the end of the couch closest to the tree. As Matt approached, the lights played over his nude skin with a sensual, festive glow. “Turn around,” he instructed. “Legs on the couch, facing me.”

Vic chuckled. “Yes, sir.”

He turned to stretch his legs out along the length of the couch and leaned back against the arm. Reaching out, he trailed a finger beneath Matt’s hard length, which rose at his touch. With his finger, he angled the ruddy tip of Matt’s c**k toward him, and sat up enough to lick out at it. When his tongue touched the slit in the cockhead, Matt gasped. “God, Vic.”

That was all the encouragement Vic needed. He leaned forward, closing his lips over Matt’s bulbous tip, already suckling at the tender flesh. Strong hands rubbed over his scalp, tugged at his ears, pulled him closer. He took Matt’s length in, licking along the hard, hot skin, closing his teeth just enough to rasp them gently along Matt’s d**k. His lover thrust into him, forcing himself deep into Vic’s mouth, into his throat, where Vic’s muscles involuntarily massaged his length. “Yes,” Matt sighed, humping into him. “Yes.”

Vic’s hands eased around Matt’s hips to knead his firm buttocks. Fingering the crack in his lover’s ass, Vic rimmed him with one forefinger, letting the other tickle along beneath his anus to fondle the skin behind his balls. Matt arched into Vic’s hands, one knee hitting the couch to prop himself up as Vic continued to suck at him, rim him, love him. “Yes,” Matt sighed again.

Letting his lover’s length slip from his mouth, Vic nosed the slick d**k aside to bury his face in the hair tangled at Matt’s crotch. He inhaled deeply, drawing Matt’s scent into him, a heady blend of musk and man and sweat he thought the sweetest smell in the world. His tongue licked out, wetting down kinked hair, tasting soft flesh, lapping up his lover’s heavenly scent. Moving lower, he kissed Matt’s balls, the smooth skin like silk on his lips; then he took the soft sac into his mouth and hummed faintly to stimulate it.

Matt gasped and pushed against Vic’s forehead. “Vic, no, wait.”

The humming stopped and Vic glanced up at Matt, his lover’s balls still held in his mouth. Without releasing them, he asked mentally, ::You don’t like this?::

“I love it,” Matt replied. “Jesus, Vic, it’s amazing. But I’m going to come in a minute if you don’t let up, and then where will we be?”

Vic didn’t see a problem with that, but Matt leaned down to kiss the top of his head and, as he did so, his sac slipped from between Vic’s lips. “If I’m getting off tonight,” he murmured, “I want you along for the ride. Lay back down.”

Vic complied. “What do you have in mind?”

“Just trust me,” Matt told him.

He guided Vic until he sat back against the side of the couch, knees bent in front of him, legs parted. Matt knelt on the couch, facing him, then spread Vic’s knees apart to lean down between his legs. His hands found purchase in the cushions on either side of Vic’s waist as Matt laid down on Vic’s chest. Closing his eyes, Vic lay back and savored the feel of his lover against him, Matt’s bare skin warming Vic’s own, his n*****s rubbing over Vic’s playfully. Settling into position, Matt pressed his lips to Vic’s in a tender kiss.

Vic lowered one of his legs and hooked it around behind Matt, pinning him in place. His arms wrapped around his lover, holding him close. Matt’s saliva-damp c**k lay alongside Vic’s own d**k, each movement rubbing the two together with a sweet ache. Between kisses, Vic murmured, “f**k me, Matty.”

“You ask so nicely,” Matt teased. An image rose in his mind, passing easily into Vic’s thoughts—a tube of K-Y Jelly nestled in the drawer of the end table…at the other end of the couch. “Just let me…”

But Vic didn’t want to lose this press of flesh, this body above his, this man just minutes from entering him. Tightening an arm around Matt’s waist to keep him in place, Vic reached down behind him with his other hand and fumbled over the presents closest to the couch. He had no clue what he grabbed—everything he bought came in boxes that had then been wrapped—but as most of the bottles he’d bought contained something that could be used as lube, he figured he’d take his chances. Oil, lotion, gel, it was all the same to him. Handing Matt the present, he said, “Open it.”

“Not yet,” Matt started. “Christmas is tomorrow.”

Vic kissed the protest away. “I’m not letting you go until we’re finished here. You wanted lube? You got it. Open it up.”

Without further prompting Matt did so, an eager grin on his face as he tore the paper away. Inside was a bottle of silicone-based lubricant that claimed to work like liquid ball bearings. Vic wasn’t too sure just what that meant, but the clear jelly felt sinful when Matt rubbed it onto his c**k and balls. Sliding down a little, Vic angled his hips up to allow his lover access to his quivering hole, and Matt’s lubricated fingers glided over and around and into him easily. When Matt coated his own d**k with the jelly and guided it into Vic, they locked together like two gears in clockwork, meshing as if they were two parts of one whole. “I like this,” Matt sighed, sinking his full length into Vic.

Vic spread wide, taking Matt in, then wrapped his legs around Matt’s hips, crossing his ankles behind his lover to keep him in place. They moved together slowly, each thrust exquisite, and Vic clenched his muscles around Matt’s shaft, holding him deep inside before letting him ease back out. Matt concentrated on Vic’s mouth, covering it with kisses, licking his lips, tasting him as they made love, while Vic focused on the c**k that filled him, the buttocks beneath his hands, the puckered hole at Matt’s center that he fingered while they f****d. Caught between them, Vic’s own d**k throbbed in pleasure, and his balls shuddered each time Matt’s tapped against them. Like two dancers in an ancient, timeless ritual, they allowed the moment and the movement and each other to bring them to the edge of abandon, the brink of frenzy—love turned to lust and their pace quickened, driving them on toward ecstasy, until they crested in a simultaneous orgasm that washed over them both.

Lying against Vic’s chest, his wilting c**k still deep within his lover’s ass, Matt murmured, “That’s called the Yawning Position.”

With a breathless laugh, Vic hugged Matt tightly, unwilling to let him go. “The what?”

Matt sat up to kiss the tip of Vic’s nose. “Let me show you.”

Before Vic could protest, Matt sat back, pulling out of him, then slid off the couch to kneel by the Christmas tree. For a moment, he rummaged through the stacks of presents until he found what he wanted—a large, rectangular gift. Then he returned to the couch, resuming his position on top of Vic. As Vic’s legs wrapped around his thighs, Matt set the gift on Vic’s chest, then laid his head on his lover’s shoulder. “Open it,” he said.

Hefting the present, Vic suspected it was a hardback book. Of what, he had no clue. “But tomorrow—”

“You gave me a gift already,” Matt pointed out. “And you’re too incommunicative in the mornings to properly enjoy this then. So open it now.” When Vic hesitated, Matt pouted up at him. “Please?”

How could Vic possibly say no? Bringing his arm up around Matt’s shoulders, Vic tore off the bright red gift wrap and frowned at the back of the book. Eagerly, Matt turned it over for him, and snickered against Vic’s shoulder when he read the title. Kama Sutra for Gay Men. Vic turned the book over again, unsure of what his lover expected from him. “What’s this?”

“The Kama Sutra.” At Vic’s blank expression, Matt explained, “It’s an ancient s*x book, from India. Talks all about the art of making love. Foreplay, kissing, hugging, being intimate, stuff like that.”

At the word “s*x,” Vic’s libido perked up. But the fact that Matt thought he needed a…a manual for relationships sort of bothered him. Flipping through the pages, he asked, “So this is supposed to make me a better lover, or something?” He stopped on a page that showed two naked men in a graphic, rather acrobatic s****l position. “Whoa.”

Matt hugged him tight. “I’m not saying you need it, Vic. God, don’t think that. You’re amazing as you are, and I love every inch of you.” Grinding his hips into Vic’s, he added, “Every inch, and you know it.”

Flipping to another page, Vic turned the book sideways and frowned at a photo of a man laying back on a stool, his thick erection glistening as it pointed up at his partner’s ass. The partner balanced on the stool’s rungs and hovered above the man, poised as if ready to impale himself on that hard c**k. The whole setup looked…well, painful, to Vic. “Then why…”

Matt took the book from him and turned to the front, to the table of contents. “Here’s why,” he said, running a finger down a list of positions detailed within the book. “The Kama Sutra lists all these funky positions, see? All these different ways to make love. And I was thinking, each time we have s*x in a different way, you get a different superpower, right?”

When Vic nodded, Matt gave him a disarming smile. “So maybe this might help us pinpoint what position gives you which powers. What do you think?”

Vic didn’t know what to think. “You don’t like the powers,” he pointed out. “You don’t like me using them.”

“Whether I like them or not,” Matt told him, “you get them regardless. You can’t help it, I can’t help it, so we might as well accept it. Maybe with something like this we can keep track of the powers and what we did to get them, so if there’s something we don’t like, we know how to keep from repeating it.”

The trepidation that had bloomed in Vic when he realized the book was a s*x manual dissipated. Instead, his chest filled with emotion, his heart seemed to swell until it pressed against the back of his throat, choking him up. This was a gift of love, given to him by Matt in the hopes of protecting him from the powers he didn’t understand and couldn’t control.

Tightening his arms around his lover, Vic gave him an ardent kiss that rekindled the lust simmering between them.