Birth of a Hero Box Set

The Powers of Love-5

Vic’s dreams of Matt had always been so damn realistic that at first he thought the warm body in his arms was nothing more than a ghostly figment following him into the morning. But then the man beside him shifted in his sleep, eliciting a soft moan, and the ass against Vic’s crotch awoke his d**k. Vic opened his eyes to find his face buried in a thatch of small black curls, his lips pressed against the back of Matthew’s neck. So last night had happened—they were finally over the almost imperceptible line that separated friends from lovers.

The thought energized him. With Matt in his arms, Vic felt invincible, as if he could take on the world. Today was going to be awesome, he just knew it, and tomorrow, and the day after. Every night spent with this man was a precious gift Vic knew he would treasure. How long had he waited to find something like this? Seven months, sure, since he’d first seen Matt at the gym and wanted—no, needed—him. But it was longer than that, to be honest. Despite his tough exterior, deep inside, Vic believed in true love, happy ever after, Prince Charming, and rose petals on the bed sheets, forever cast in a perfect ring of gold. He believed in “The One” and really hoped Matt was it.

Careful not to wake his friend, Vic extracted himself from Matt’s tangled limbs and slipped from the bed. His lover, he reminded himself as he padded, barefoot and naked, to the bathroom. A slight chill in the morning air made his flesh pimple into goose bumps and inside the bathroom, he pulled on the oversized flannel bathrobe hanging from the back of the door. To his own grizzled reflection in the mirror above the sink, he growled, “Damn, it’s cold.”

He realized now how comfortable the bed had been, how warm the blankets were wrapped around the two of them, and he wondered just how fast he could be in the bathroom. With any luck, Matt would still be asleep when Vic was finished taking a piss. He could just crawl back between the sheets, snuggle up to his lover, maybe kiss him awake and see if they couldn’t pick up where they left off last night. The way his d**k kept trying to stand in his hand as he tried to aim it in the john betrayed its approval at that idea.

Vic winced at the toilet’s loud flush and turned on the hot water in the sink, eager to get back to bed. If Matt slept through that—

In his hand he felt a slight snap and the faucet handle turned around full circle. s**t. When he turned the handle to its original position, the water splashing into the sink slowed to a trickle but didn’t cut off completely. With annoyance, he flicked the handle and it spun around three hundred sixty degrees like a child’s toy. This was just what he needed today. “Fuck.”

A faint knock on the bathroom door interrupted him as Matt called out in a sleepy voice, “Vic? You in there?”

“Sink’s broke.” Vic opened the door to find Matt standing in the buff, his long body an endless stretch of dusky skin. Dark hair lined his arms and legs and stomach like ink marks, coalescing into a scribble at his crotch. Even just standing here, rubbing his eyes as he tried to wake up, he looked amazing. “Hey sexy.”

Stepping into the small bathroom, Matt yawned and sat down on the toilet, covering his face with his hands. “Jeez, I’m tired.” With his eyes closed he reached out for Vic, his hands finding the open front of the bathrobe before pulling Vic towards him. Wrapping his arms around Vic’s waist, he nuzzled against his lover’s lower belly, inches from the hardening shaft that jumped when Matt brushed its tender tip. He kissed Vic’s slight paunch. “Let’s go back to sleep, what do you say?”

“The sink—” Vic started.

Matt ducked his head and blew softly, his breath tickling across Vic’s flesh. When Vic’s c**k bobbed up eagerly, Matt took a playful nip at it and missed. “Come sleep with me.”

Tempting as that sounded, the rush of water in the sink reminded Vic that he couldn’t just slink off to bed. “I have to fix the faucet first.” At Matt’s frown, Vic explained, “The washer must’ve snapped. It’ll take ten minutes, tops.”

“Ten minutes?” Matt whined.

Vic started to reply when he saw the mischievous glint in those green eyes. “That’s all, I promise.” Running a hand through Matt’s tight curls, he asked, “Why don’t you go lay back down? Get yourself ready. I’ll join you shortly.”

Matt kissed Vic’s hairless crotch, nosing aside his erection to plant his lips flat against the smooth skin. “Ten minutes is all you get,” Matt told him. “If you’re not in bed with me when your time is up, I’m going to have you right here. Up against the sink if necessary. Fine time for it to break.”

With a grin, Vic rubbed the top of Matt’s head. “It just twisted off in my hand.”