Matching Tats

Chapter 2

For Matt, the telepathy ended there. But for Vic, it stretched out to encompass other minds, picking up random thoughts like signals sent from radio stations miles away. Some days it fuzzed out, the connection cloudy; other days it threatened to drive him insane, a million different voices inside his head and none of them his own. The first time he discovered that he had the ability to read others’ minds, he thought he was going crazy, until he discovered where the power came from.

From Matt. From loving him.

Matt had no special abilities of his own, nothing beyond the psychic meld that spanned between his mind and Vic’s, but something in him gave Vic a variety of superhuman powers. They passed from one man to the other during s*x. Despite his butch appearance, Vic preferred being a submissive bottom in bed, eager to feel Matt move deep within him. Soon after climax, Matt’s seed sparked strange super powers in him.

The telepathy had started the first time they’d ever made love, as did the unparalleled super strength that ran through Vic’s veins. But the powers didn’t end there. Vic had a whole arsenal of comic book antics at his disposal—their positions during s*x dictated what power he drew afterward. On his stomach, with Matt driving into him from behind, gave Vic a surplus of kinetic energy that sent sparks flying from his fingertips whenever he touched something electric. A good old blow job, swallowing Matt down, left him with heightened senses that sharpened the world around him, bringing it into vivid, Technicolor detail. And lying on his back on the edge of the bed, with Matt between his legs, holding his knees apart as they f****d, made Vic’s skin turn a delicate shade of blue that matched his eyes and kept him confined to the house until the power wore off. That was one position they never used again.

The effects of their lovemaking never lingered for long, and a new position quickly replaced one power with the next. Vic never knew what to expect when they tried something new. The powers scared Matt—they put the man he loved in constant danger, giving Vic the ability to help others while putting himself at risk. Every man Matt had ever known intimately had changed once they discovered the powers his semen held for them, and some small part of Matt’s mind feared Vic would be the same. Now that he’d finally found a man worth loving, he feared the powers would eventually drive him away.

Patiently Vic had explained that it was Matt he loved, not the strange gifts he bestowed; Vic would gladly give them up but didn’t want to lose Matt in the process. “I love you,” he reassured Matt, over and over again. From the moment they met, there’d been a spark between them, something neither could deny. And the fact that Vic had waited patiently for months before they moved from friends to lovers said more about the staying power of their relationship than either man could put into words.

Still, Matt rummaged through Vic’s mind from time to time, looking through his lover’s emotions and feelings as if leafing through a magazine, afraid of what he might find. But Vic stood aside and let him look however long he needed to until he was satisfied that, yes, Vic loved him.

Only him. The powers be damned.