Book 9 in The Positions of Love
It's Vic's birthday, and Matt wants to do something special. When he discovers his lover has a leather fetish and used to be into clubbing, Matt thinks it'd be fun to go out as a couple to celebrate his special night.
Conveniently enough, Vic even still has a box of leather gear in the back of his closet.
When things heat up between them in the club -- and Matt has a few drinks, which always gets him horny -- the two retire to a public restroom for a more private dance. But Vic worries the whole leather scene is a bit too rowdy for his lover. Matt looks damn sexy in his tight vest and boyshorts, and Vic isn't the only one watching his dance moves.
Fallen Angel Reviews: 4 out of 5.
"I love how Matt and Vic can look into each other’s minds to learn everything about one other. The idea of having that much on a close relationship sounds intimate and scary at the same time. The superhuman ability that Vic obtains once again makes Matt appreciate Vic’s strength in the most personal way. Vic is a very special man to not abuse these abilities like other people would."
Two Lips Reviews: 4½ out of 5, with a "heat level" of 1½ out of 3.
"Vic saves Matt in time with his new superpower that comes with hilarious results ... read and find out!"
On the night of his birthday, Vic switched shifts with a coworker to have the day off. Matt cooked a succulent dinner of steak and shrimp, two of Vic's favorite foods, and they shared a bottle of wine to chase down the meal. By the time they headed to the bedroom to dress for the club, Matt had begun to laugh a bit too loudly -- the wine was getting to him, and suddenly he found every little thing funny. He couldn't hold his liquor, a fact Vic thought delightfully cute. Stripping out of his T-shirt, Vic asked, "Are you drunk already?"
"Already?" Matt echoed. He stepped up behind Vic and reached around his lover's girth to rub the smooth skin of his belly. Vic's arms were raised above his head, caught in his shirt, and he felt damp lips press between his shoulder blades as Matt kissed him. "This ain't nothing, babe. Just you wait."
The leather clothing lay out on the bed. Once Matt released him, Vic stepped into the leather pants, savoring the feel of the fabric against his bare skin. He didn't bother with underwear -- the soft leather slid easily into place, cradling his buttocks, molding to his balls, caressing his dick. As he snapped closed the fly, his cock began to stiffen beneath his fingers, the leather straining against him. He loved the way it cupped his length, the supple skin on his own. Each move he made rubbed his dick along the suede-like interior of the pants, turning him on, and the animalistic smell of treated leather rose around him like heady cologne. By the time he had selected a mesh tank top to wear, his whole groin throbbed with a sweet ache.
Matt chose the boyshorts. The polished leather gleamed like latex as it curved over Matt's ass, and the breakaway crotch bulged against his cock and balls. He opted for the vest, and the hemmed darts framed his package nicely. Catching Matt's hand in his own, Vic reeled in his lover for a smoldering kiss. ::Love you.::
"Happy birthday, big boy," Matt sighed. The alcohol on his breath stirred Vic's blood, and when he dipped into Matt's mind, he felt the wine buzzing like an undercurrent through his lover's thoughts. "Let's go show you off. What's the name of this place again?"
Vic laughed. "You don't remember?"
"Something 'Cover,' isn't it?" Matt spread Vic's arms apart to step into their span and press his body against his lover's. Through the mesh of Vic's shirt, Matt picked at his lover's pert nipples, his brow creased in thought. "Why am I thinking sewer? That can't be right."
Given his lover's weakness against booze, Vic wasn't surprised Matt didn't remember. "It's called the Manhole."
Matt's eyes widened. "That sounds promising in so many ways."