Chapter 9
By the following morning, the most Vic could do was raise a few solitary ice cubes in his coffee to cool it off. The power, as usual, had run its course and petered out.
In a better mood after a night spent sleeping in Vic’s embrace, Matt teased his lover as they sat at the kitchen table. “No heroics for you today,” he said, angling his chair so he could prop one foot in Vic’s lap. Hidden beneath Vic’s flannel robe, his lover’s d**k twitched with sudden interest, but the early morning scowl on Vic’s face only deepened. Matt curled his toes into Vic’s pillowy crotch and grinned. “Unless you’re up for a quick recharge?”
Vic grunted into his coffee mug, his gaze never leaving the newspaper spread on the table before him. But one hand slipped under the table to stroke the top of
