Chapter 20

“Matty,” Vic warned. “Stop touching it.”

With a wicked grin, Matt reached for the front of Vic’s jeans. As he picked at the zipper that hid his lover’s erection, the jelly on his hand darkened the denim at Vic’s crotch. “Give me something else to play with, then.”

“How about keeping your hands to yourself?” Vic countered.

Before Matt could ask what he meant by that, Vic pulled the bottom of Matt’s T-shirt up, exposing the smooth skin of his belly and chest. Matt raised his arms as Vic rucked up his shirt, but when it reached his shoulders, Vic stopped. Matt waited, arms draped over his head, blinded by his own shirt. He felt the couch move as Vic stood, but when nothing else happened, he ventured, “Vic?”

His lover spoke directly into his mind. ::Just a minute, hon. Don’t move.::

Matt heard the solid thudof Vic’s belt buckle hitting the floor.

“No fair,” he pouted, “undressing when I can’t see you.”

Vic laughed. “You know what it looks like.”