The weekend after Christmas was one of the longest Matt could remember. Their presents sat under the tree, unwrapped and open, inviting, like promises of what waited in store for him after midnight rolled around on New Year’s Day. The lubes and toys taunted him, and Matt took to tossing an old blanket over the stash like a tree skirt whenever he was in the living room just so he wouldn’t have to stare with longing at items he couldn’t play with just yet.
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. Bl
