After that, whenever Vic came up to bat, Matt tried to distract him. The next time, it was a damp mouth on his nape, loving hands smoothed over his shoulders and down his neck, and an uncompromising hardness pushing against his buttocks. Vic felt as if his lover were draped over him, though no one else could see a thing. It took all his mental capabilities to hold Matt back—the fact that he wanted his lover’s touch made it that much harder to ignore. ::After the game,:: he promised, but the end of the ninth inning seemed so damn far away.
::Welcome to my world,:: Matt joked. ::Now you know what I’ve been feeling like all week long.::
Vic missed the first ball, and winced when the umpire hollered, “Strike!”
::I could do the same to you,:: he warned his lover as he tried to focus on th
