Chapter 11

Matt laughed, wry. “Oh, heaven forbid, but you wouldn’t mind giving them a floor show if I asked, is that it?”

“Matty,” Vic warned. He glanced around to make sure no one could overhear them—the closest person was Doug, who hovered nearby at the weight rack, obviously waiting until Matt left to approach Vic. “This is hard for me, too. But we’ve just got a few more days. We can do it. We’ve done it before.”

Still pouting, Matt crossed his arms and glared at Doug, as if their abstinence were somehow hisfault.

Vic gave his elbow a gentle squeeze, then leaned in close. As Matt breathed in his lover’s scent, his hands clenched so tightly, his nails dug into his palms. Through their mental connection, which still stretched strong between them, Vic teased, ::Just think how awesome it’ll be when we do fuck again.::

Through gritted teeth, Matt muttered, “I’m counting down the hours.”

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