The truth was, Vic did miss the intimacy he shared with Matt. He was a physical man, used to being sexually stimulated and pleasured on a daily basis, and, as the week stretched out like a dry spell, it grew harder and harder not to force himself on his lover. He wanted release, and there was only so much satisfaction to be found with a wet washcloth and his hand in the shower. But he knew he had to be the strong one here—Matt sure as hell wasn’t. Despite their long-standing tradition, if Vic looked at him just right, Matt would cave in, without question. An arch of an eyebrow, a suggestive leer, a half-smirk would be as far as Vic would get to suggesting maybe they might…?
And Matt would trip over himself wrestling Vic to the ground, already undressing in his desire.
Vic liked to thin
