If only he could douse the ardor he felt for his lover so easily.
Just seeing Vic turned him on—there was no denying it. But waking beside his nude lover was a test of strength Matt didn’t think he could withstand much longer. Each morning he stayed beneath the bed sheets and watched as Vic stumbled from the bed to use the bathroom. Bleary, half-asleep, Vic would rub one hand over the slight paunch at his belly while the other dipped lower, fondling the morning wood he sported, lower, over his balls, scratching at them, lower. Matt felt those hands on his own body and had to bite his lower lip to keep from calling his lover back to the bed.
As the day progressed, things didn’t get any better. Until he was fully awake, Vic would wander around the kitchen with a cup of coffee in one hand a
