Still, a man has needs. He flipped the pages of his catalog, and dozens of matching golden rings flashed by him. They were beginning to all look the same, and he feared he’d never find the special set that would seal their commitment to each other. He wanted Vic’s input, but his lover wasn’t one for shopping, and whenever Matt tried to involve him in the process, Vic’s eyes glazed over. “Pick out four or five you really like,” he kept saying, “then I’ll pick one of those. Don’t show me fifty million at once. They all look alike to me then.”
With his elbow, Matt nudged Vic’s broad back. It was late, he was lonely, and still feeling more than a little bit bad about being the only one of them who got off earlier. Yes, Vic didn’t actually touch him, but how did that not qualify as s*x? Matt s
