The next time Vic pulled back, exposing Matt’s saliva-slicked shaft to concentrate on the fisted cockhead, Matt placed a hand against Vic’s temple to hold him back. “Wait.”
The mental barriers between them were long gone, and Vic didn’t interrupt the attention he gave Matt’s d**k to speak. ::We’ve only got a few more minutes. I’m just about done—::
“I want more.” Matt pulled back, against the lockers, and his d**k slipped from between his lover’s lips as Vic stared up at him. Trying to suppress a grin and failing miserably, Matt suggested, “Pull down your jeans.”
“Matt,” Vic cautioned. He sat back on the bench behind him and wrapped an arm around Matt’s propped-up leg. “The game’s almost over.”
“It’s okay,” Matt told him. “I want this, I do. I want you. I’m tired of waiting.”
Matt’s d
