Stretching out in his seat, Matt waited until Vic glanced in the mirror again, then ran a hand up his thigh and over his crotch. He pressed down on the slight bulge there, and a moan of desire filled Vic’s mind. ::We’ll be home soon,::Matt said, adjusting the front of his jeans. ::I’ll kiss and make it all better then.::
Through their mental connection Vic could feel that hand on his own cock. He couldn’t wait.
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