“I am.” Vic caught his lover’s hands in his, freed them from his shirt, then raised them to his lips to kiss Matt’s knuckles. “Matty, that’s terrific, really, it is. I just sort of hoped—I don’t know, maybe…”
A slow grin spread across Matt’s face. “I’d lose and we could f**k?”
Vic laughed. “Well, I didn’t want to put it so bluntly.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” Matt suggested. “You guys are up against the Y.”
Narrowing his eyes, Vic growled, “What makes you think we won’t win?”
Matt slipped one hand from Vic’s and ran it down his lover’s chest, over his belt buckle, to poke at the front of his crotch. Vic closed his eyes against the pleasure that bloomed in him at that touch. “Even if you don’t advance,” Matt assured him, “you’ll still score big. I’ll see to it personally.”
Vic admitted, “I alm
