Vic woke to find Matt lying beside him, fully clothed, head propped up on one hand as he stared down at his lover. The look of longing in those deep green eyes took Vic’s breath away. “Matty,” he sighed, reaching up to brush his knuckles over one clean-shaven cheek.
Matt leaned into the touch, then caught Vic’s hand in his and pressed those knuckles to his lips. “Your boyfriend called already.”
“What?” Vic asked, confused. He felt Matt grin against his hand and rolled his eyes. “Why do you always have to f**k with me first thing?”
“I’m not f*****g you,” Matt joked. “Much as I’d like to.”
Vic turned to lean his forehead against Matt’s shoulder. “Who’s fault is that?”
Releasing Vic’s hand, Matt stroked the top of his lover’s head. His fingers tickled over Vic’s bald scalp, danced d
