Thursday evening, after a long day at work, Vic came home to find a large meal waiting for him. Matt massaged away the tension in Vic’s neck and shoulders as he ate. “You’re so tight.”
With a grin, Vic teased, “I’ve got something tighter, if you’re interested.”
Matt’s hands paused on his shoulders, then squeezed once. There was a hopeful lilt to his voice when he asked, “You aren’t too tired?”
“For you?” Vic asked. “Never. Let me finish eating first, and maybe take a shower, then if you’re still up for something…”
Warm arms encircled his shoulders, hugging him back against his lover, and Matt kissed Vic’s ear with a wet smack. “Oh, I’m up,” he promised. “Chew faster. I can’t wait.”
When his plate was clean, Vic stretched as he stood. Matt began clearing the table. “That’s my job,
