“You’re late,” his lover said as Vic stepped through the door to their apartment.
Shrugging off his thin work coat, Vic let Matt pull him into a tight embrace. “There was a lot of traffic…”
Matt kissed the words from his lips. “Next time fly home,” he joked. His lithe body fit nicely against Vic’s sturdy frame, and his hands eased into the back pockets of Vic’s work pants to grab at his ass. Vic nuzzled against his lover’s neck, letting those hands and the lips that kissed his face wipe away the rest of his day. “You hungry? I made spaghetti.”
“I’ve got what I want right here,” Vic replied, hugging Matt to him.
“I meant food,” his lover said with a laugh as he extracted himself from Vic’s arms.
His dark green eyes flashed with mirth—he knew all too well what he did to Vic. He enf
