Restaurant tonight?

Kevin hoped Matty was still up for it. It had been a couple painful days without talking much—just a couple words in passing as they rushed about, doing everything that was asked of them. Matty had looked worried and distracted the whole while, or perhaps just focused on training. He didn’t know him well enough yet to tell the difference.

He set his phone down on the coffee table as he cleared the empty pop cans, beer bottles, and food wrappers off the coffee table. Before he could carry the bag to the kitchen, his phone went off with a reply from Matty.

Kevin nearly lurched across the table, banging his knees on the edge. He cursed but swiped to see the message.

Sure! Meet at the bus stop?

Okay! 6?

Works for me :)

Matty’s emoticon made Kevin grin. He sent a smile back, then pocketed his phone. If there was the possibility of Matty coming back, he wanted the place looking nice.

With Hans always in the wrong fucking place at the wrong fucking time, though… He was out right now, but he might be back tonight, and Kevin didn’t want to push his luck. Kevin grimaced, eyeing the trash bag. No way they could come over here, then.

Oh, well. Kevin would keep cleaning anyway. If worst came to worst, it would make moving out faster.

* * *

“Hey, stranger.”

Matty’s voice echoed as Kevin rounded the corner to the bus stop. It wasn’t hard to spot him, leaning against the glass and dressed in a forest green shirt that brightened his eyes and set off his brilliant white smile.

“Hi,” Kevin answered as he approached him, mirroring that smile. He was still aching a little from the week, but constant massages and physiotherapy had helped stave off the worst of it. “How’s it going?” Suddenly, he felt underdressed in his blue checked shirt and black trousers, but Matty’s eyes gave an appreciative flick up and down his body.

“Not bad.” Matty reached out to push his arm lightly. “Hey, you did awesome at camp.”

Kevin brightened up instantly. “Thanks. You think?”

“Oh, yeah. You’ll be on first line in a season or two,” Matty smiled.

Kevin rolled his eyes and shoved Matty back. “Don’t pull my leg.”

“I’m not!” As the bus approached, Matty leaned in, his breath ghosting over Kevin’s ear as he murmured, “I’ll pull something else, though.”

Kevin’s eyebrows shot up as he watched Matty step onto the bus, then jolted into action to follow him. That was fuckin’ bold.

Ooh, it got him hot under the collar, though.

“Where we going?” Matty asked once they found seats.

“Italian?” Kevin suggested. He knew just the place—it was massive and airy, with lots of romantic touches like lamps. Best of all, a disused railcar inside had been turned into seating. He’d made a reservation, hoping to get a table in there.

Matty grinned. “Mm. Sounds good. Are we gonna have a Lady and the Tramp moment?”

Kevin laughed and bumped his knee against Matty’s in a light shove. “Shut up.” That kinda sounded hot, though… if it weren’t for the public thing.

“Ooh, you want to,” Matty teased.

Kevin’s cheeks heated up and he cleared his throat. “Anyway, how was the rest of your week?”

Something flickered behind Matty’s eyes, but he shrugged it off. “Good, I guess. Just work and sleep.”

“You sure?” Kevin frowned. “You looked a bit stressed this week. I mean, if it’s just prospects camp…”

“Yeah, that was stressful, too,” Matty agreed, hesitating and looking around before he looked back at Kevin. “Uh, had to talk to my agent about my future plans.”

Kevin winced. “That sounds fun.”

“Yeah. Someone approached and offered… well, a spot on the new Fredericton team.”

“No shit,” Kevin murmured, his eyebrows shooting up. “Really? Wait, wait, is that… the same one that they were talking about last year? That was talking to Cam?”

“Same guy, even,” Matty agreed, rolling his eyes and scoffing. “I told him to fuck off and talk to my agent, but… you know, that’s been bouncing round my head. What happens after this season.” He was watching Kevin closely, leaving his knee against Kevin’s, and Kevin got it: Matty was wondering about them, too.

Yeah. If we start dating, that is a pretty big thing.

Kevin licked his lips. “Right. You mean with transfers and stuff. I mean, we can be traded pretty much anytime… bought and sold.”

“Dance, monkey, dance?” Matty chuckled quietly, but he reached out to brush Kevin’s knee quickly. “But we’ll talk that over later, you know?”

“Yeah,” Kevin quickly agreed. He’d known in the back of his mind since starting to think about doing more with Matty that long-distance periods were a certainty, what with away games and all. But this was a pretty permanent long-distance arrangement.

He could just be traded to Florida or Los Angeles or Vancouver or anywhere next year. Or Matty could be sent off just the same. Did that put an expiration date on their relationship?

Kevin licked his lips. He’d done long-distance—with his boyfriend in St. John’s, last year, who hadn’t lasted long. A couple flights back and forth and that had been it for them. He’d decided back then not to do it again, but this… This was different.

Matty seemed different.

They got to the restaurant and strolled inside, Matty laughing at his choice of place. “Really?” he asked as Kevin gave his last name.

Kevin glanced at him. “Shut up. I love their garlic butter.”

“Guess I better have it, too, then,” Matty winked. “Or it’ll drive me nuts.”

“In a good way?”

Matty mocked, “In a good way? Is there a good way?”

“I love garlic!” Kevin protested, drawing back from Matty as he followed their waitress to the table. “You don’t?”

“I can take it or leave it.”

“Wow. This thing is over, man. We can’t be friends,” Kevin snorted. What kind of madman didn’t like garlic butter? Especially from this place? It was legendary.

Matty burst out laughing.

The waitress seated them at an intimate table for two at the end of the boxcar and Kevin beamed at Matty. “Cool, huh? You ever sat in here before?”

“No,” Matty admitted, still laughing quietly. “You really like it, huh?”

Kevin shrugged. “Came out here with my parents when I was a kid to see the Hockey Hall of Fame and watch a couple games and stuff… we came here. Fond memories, all right?”

“Awww,” Matty teased, but he was smiling as he picked up his menu. “Yeah, my family used to come down here in the summers. Go to the amusement park or the expo, sometimes Niagara Falls.”

Kevin chuckled. “We only did once. It’s kind of a long drive from New Brunswick, and my parents didn’t get a lot of time off work.” He fidgeted with the long paper menu, folding and unfolding it. “But I remember that summer really well.”

Matty gave him a soft smile, then looked down at the menu.

Kevin stole a second to watch his eyes flicker back and forth across the paper. Matty’s hair flopped into his eyes, his unshaven stubble contrasting his neat appearance perfectly. He looked exactly unkempt enough to be sexy, not styleless.

Then he looked down at the menu, forcing himself to choose something instead of ogling his buddy.

Once they’d placed their orders, Matty started chatting again. It was so fucking easy to talk to Matty. Despite Kevin’s nerves and worries, just talking to him always made him relax.

Eventually, the topic came back around to the offer.

“So, you think you’re New Brunswick-bound next year?” Kevin asked lightly.

“Nah,” Matty shook his head. “It’d be a pretty big step down for me. I mean, man, I made it here. I should be able to stick around if I make enough of an impression.”

Kevin nodded. He was still a couple years off from that kind of paycheck and glory, but he could almost imagine it.

“And we still have a year to figure that out,” Matty added warmly, offering a quick smile.

Kevin nodded slowly. “In the meantime…”

“Yeah,” Matty breathily laughed. “We should figure this out.”

Kevin fidgeted with nerves. “Um. Maybe not in public?”

A flicker of something passed through Matty’s face—disappointment? Frustration? But Matty nodded, offering another quick smile. “Probably good thinking. We haven’t really been subtle up to this point.”

Kevin laughed quietly. “I wanna have more time alone with you. My stupid roommate will probably be around tonight, though.” Fucking Hans. Ugh.

“No problem. The other guys are all gone tonight at my place,” Matty told him, his eyes fixed on Kevin’s as he groped for his glass. He bumped into it, almost knocking it over, and blushed as he grabbed it to set it upright, then sipped his water. “Um, if you want to come over, that is.”

“Yeah,” Kevin agreed instantly. “I’d like that.”

By the end of their garlic bread, salad, pasta, and cheesecake, he was just about full and high off life. Matty made him laugh almost constantly. He was always quick-witted, but patient enough to wait for Kevin to think of interesting topics sometimes, too.

Kevin paid before Matty could reach for his wallet, then led him out of the restaurant, waving off Matty’s thanks. “No problem.”

“There’s the bus. If we run we can make it,” Matty laughed.

Somewhere mid-block, Kevin wound up grabbing Matty’s hand to pull him along after him. He dropped Matty’s hand when they got to the back of the bus lineup just in time, his cheeks hot as he quickly glanced at Matty.

Matty was just grinning back at him, his gaze warm and affectionate.

God, Matty seemed to have no fear in public. Kevin took a breath and let it out, then offered a quick smile back before boarding the bus.

They didn’t say anything for the bus ride back, but Kevin was intensely aware of every spot where Matty’s knee or thigh bumped his own, and the way Matty’s shoulder nestled into his own like Matty wasn’t trying to keep to his own space.

When they got off at the usual stop, Matty’s arm slid around Kevin’s shoulder.

Oh, man, he smelled good. Kevin tried not to sniff at the faint coconut smell he picked up—body wash? Shampoo? It was delicious in combination with whatever light, fresh cologne or aftershave he was wearing. There was no faster way to make him hot than smelling really nice, and crushed up against Matty’s hot body, Kevin was already almost uncomfortably warm.

Thank God they were so close to Matty’s place.

“That was a good meal,” Matty admitted with a grin as he steered Kevin down the street at a casual amble.

Kevin slipped his own arm around Matty’s waist, curling his fingers around Matty’s hipbone through his shirt and jeans and trying not to overthink it. “Yeah. I liked it.”

“I liked the company the best, though,” Matty admitted quietly, winking at him. “You get really enthusiastic about things.”

“So do you,” Kevin chuckled, bumping into Matty’s side.

Matty shoved him in return, so Kevin pushed him again, then laughed when Matty grabbed him around the waist to try to hoist him over his shoulder.

“Hey, no, you can’t just…!” Kevin laughed, trying to dance around the signpost and Matty at the same time. He barely escaped by squeezing past Matty, bolting down the sidewalk and up the path to Matty’s front door. Of course, he had to wait to be let in then.

Matty strode after him at his own pace, and when Kevin turned to catch his eyes, he suddenly couldn’t breathe.

Matty was stalking up to the door, keys in his hand, perfectly aware that Kevin had to wait for him. He looked like a predator stalking his next catch. Kevin’s whole body flushed with heat, and he slid a hand into his pocket to adjust himself.

Just looking at Matty looking at him like that got him hard. Or maybe that had been the quick grind against Matty’s front to escape from the possible headlock.

Fucking hurry up.

Matty brushed past him to lean in and unlock the front door, then held the screen door open for Kevin to squeeze past him again. “Aprés vous.”

The little purred “r” rolling off his tongue sent another shiver down Kevin’s spine. He kicked off his shoes, glancing around the dark house and looking for a light switch.

Matty pushed into the foyer behind him, his arm sliding around Kevin’s waist as he flicked the switches near Kevin’s shoulder, then pushed him up against the wall, grinding against his ass for a moment.

Kevin moaned, rolling his head back against Matty’s shoulder as he ran his hand over the back of Matty’s. Fuck, he wanted him.

“Should we head to my room?”

“We better,” Kevin agreed with a breathless laugh. “No chance they’re coming home?”

“Nope. They’re all gone drinking or seeing family and friends and shit,” Matty murmured. “And I might have threatened them to stay out on pain of torture.”

“What kind?” Kevin breathily laughed, grinding against that hard cock he could feel pushing into him from behind. The hitched breathing in Matty’s throat was very satisfying.

“Pranks. I’m the master. They don’t dare fuck with me,” Matty murmured. His hand slid slowly down Kevin’s stomach towards his groin and Kevin’s whole body lit up with fiery desire.

When Matty palmed his cock, Kevin gritted his teeth and hissed, his hips bucking forward into the touch. “Yes…”

“Bedroom?”

“Fuck.” Kevin wanted to strip off here, but he supposed he could wait another twenty seconds if he had to.

Matty hooked a finger through his belt loop and kept him close as they headed up the stairs to the bedrooms, bypassing a couple closed doors for the open one at the end—Matty’s room.

“Jesus,” Kevin breathed out when he got to the room, turning to kick the door shut behind Matty and grab him by the cheeks for the rough kiss he’d been craving for goddamn days now.

“Mmm,” Matty murmured with a deep chuckle. His lips moved slowly and sweetly, exploring and tasting Kevin.

And yeah, Kevin tasted that garlic butter.

He pulled back to laugh shortly, his heart hammering in his chest as Matty walked him backwards toward the bed, guiding him each step of the way.

“What?”

“The fucking bread.”

“See?” Matty smirked. “But you taste like it, too. We’re even.”

Kevin ran his hand up Matty’s chest, enjoying the smooth ripple of abs and pecs under his hand. Matty was so fucking solid, like a tree. A sex tree. Shit, he wanted to climb him like one. “Fair enough.”

He sprawled backwards onto the bed, rolling his head back against the pillow as Matty followed close against his body, blanketing him instantly with his weight.

Oh, God, that was incredible. Kevin’s whole body burned with need as he wrapped his arms around Matty’s shoulders, rubbing his hand down his spine to the small of his back and arching into him.

And Matty was there, soothing his anxious need by pressing their lips together in quick, hard kisses.

Kevin had been waiting too fucking long to get Matty into bed to let him keep that up for long. He squeezed Matty’s ass and kneaded, rubbing his thumbs into that wonderful firmness before smacking it lightly.

Matty broke the kiss to laugh hoarsely, his eyes sparkling with surprise. He mouthed at Kevin’s jaw, dragging his lips slowly along the stubble until Kevin involuntarily twitched under him. “So sensitive.”

“Shut up,” Kevin growled.

Matty shook his head. “Not when I can milk this, dude.” He nipped Kevin’s lower lip, sucking it between his lips slowly and darting his tongue across it.

Kevin was already so raw and on-edge that the slightest teasing—let alone Matty’s hand roaming up under his shirt and fidgeting with his nipple—had him gasping for breath. He was sensitive, and Matty was like a kid at Christmas every time he found another of his hot buttons.

“Oooh, you like that,” Matty purred, his face lighting up again in an impossibly cute grin considering the steaminess of the moment. He pinched Kevin’s nipple just hard enough to make Kevin rasp a combination of a gasp and a moan.

“Fucking hell, Matty.”

Matty snickered, sitting back on his heels at last to unbutton Kevin’s shirt and shove it off his arms. He followed suit with his own.

God, his chest was a sight to behold up close—solid as a board, all tight muscle. The primal part of Kevin’s brain loved it. Drawn to him like a college boy to cheap beer, Kevin couldn’t stop his hands from running up his chest, half in awe.

“You’ll look like this next year,” Matty promised with a grin. “You’re almost there yourself, good-looking.” And then he tweaked Kevin’s nipple again.

Heat flushed through Kevin’s cheeks—more than was already burning through his stomach, making his muscles tense as his cock screamed for attention. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “We can get back to the kissing part. Or one better.”

“I was thinking more than a blowjob tonight—”

Kevin didn’t even let Matty finish the sentence. He grabbed Matty’s thigh and ran his hand up to the bulge, rubbing with the heel of his palm as Matty’s head rolled back and he grunted with pleasure. “Fuck. Yeah. What’s taken us so long?”

“Being worried about shit?” Matty laughed under his breath when he could manage it, running a hand down his face and then cupping Kevin’s cheek to kiss him.

Kevin loved making him lose his mind, if only for a few moments, too. He murmured against Matty’s lips, “Don’t think about that right now. Just fuck me.”

If he thought about fucking his senior teammate—not even teammate, technically, but a guy actually out of his league…

Well, it’d be his turn for him to lose his shit.

“Fuck.” Matty’s hands were at his zipper, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his hips and thighs at the same time as his underwear. Damn it. He’d chosen his favorite boxer briefs to impress Matty, too.

Kevin’s cock sprang free, thick and hard against his stomach as Matty trapped it between their stomachs and ground slowly.

“Yes,” Kevin whispered, just about ripping Matty’s jeans apart and off. As Matty shifted and squirmed to get his clothes off, Kevin enjoyed that thick cock bobbing in the air above him like a promise.

He couldn’t wait to take it inside him. All his shower fantasies were coming true.

Then Matty grabbed a condom and lube, and Kevin licked his lips, pressing his feet into the bed. “Hngh.”

His chest was tightly-coiled with focused desperation, like they were breaking away down the ice; the goal was in sight and the game rode on this.

Well, not exactly. He’d had colorful fights but never a couple fingers sliding into him during a game, and in bed, there was no other team to face. Just the two of them, utterly focused on performing for each other… or, more than that, on helping each other reach new heights.

“Hnnh,” Kevin gasped, breathing out deeply to push past the first few fiery moments.

Jesus, even fingers felt thick after a couple months. His breakup earlier that year had been quick and painless, both of them agreeing that long-distance wasn’t their goal… except that he hadn’t hooked up since.

Sure, out here there were about a thousand more guys on Grindr and he’d thought about sneaking off to meet a few of them, but he’d always chickened out. It didn’t do as much for him as the idea of getting a boyfriend, even if that had been hypothetical until now.

Don’t rush things, cowboy. He pulled his attention back to the fingers rubbing deep inside him, igniting nerves he’d almost forgotten about. Well, not like he hadn’t pounded himself against a variety of silicone things, but there was nothing like another guy with his eyes fixed on his face or watching his cock twitch.

At fucking last, Matty pulled his fingers out with a slow smirk.

Kevin closed his eyes for a minute to pull himself together. He was gonna end up confessing his love—

Fuck. Where had that come from?

“You all right?” Matty murmured, his voice cutting through their harsh breathing.

“Good,” Kevin instantly whispered back, then grinned. He doesn’t need to know that my heart’s on my sleeve or whatever. “Great,” he corrected himself, cracking his eyes.

Matty was just swiping his hand down his cock, the sight of the condom unrolling sending instinctive shudders through Kevin’s body.

And then his tip pressed against Kevin’s opening, his brown eyes suddenly gentle and warm. They were almost honey-brown with this light and angle.

Kevin was breathless with pleasure as he jerked his head in a quick nod to the unspoken question, and Matty slid on inside.

“Ohhh, yeah,” Matty groaned as, inch by inch, he slid inside Kevin’s tightness, utterly filling him.

Kevin’s whole body throbbed with tight spasms of pleasure and pain, his hands grabbing for Matty’s shoulder blades. Those first few seconds were worth it for the quick spike in his arousal.

This was what he’d jerked off to: Matty’s muscled arm braced by his face, dark eyes intently focused on his face, the nails of his other hand digging into Kevin’s thigh…

And his cock inside Kevin, their breaths almost synchronized as Matty shifted to blanket him again with his weight and dig his knees into the bed.

“Perfect,” Kevin moaned, his hands relaxing now to run up and down Matty’s back, admiring the strong, smooth planes. God, touching him was heaven. His scent, taste, everything all at once was almost sensory overload.

And then Matty shifted, pushing his cock all the way inside and pulling out again at a slow, measured pace.

“Yes,” Kevin gasped, the heat building under his stomach again. Now he was raring to go, curling his toes into the bed and arching into Matty as he tried to thrust his hips into him and help out. “Yes, Matty…”

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Matty whispered, mouthing at the corner of his jaw, then his earlobe, making Kevin twitch hard with arousal again. “Just gorgeous… Jesus.”

Kevin laughed breathlessly. “Yeah. You feel… wow.” He gritted his teeth against the words that wanted to spill out. If he started complimenting Matty, he was terrified of how deep those feelings ran.

He just really liked the guy. Was turned on by him, even. Every time they were close. Even when they weren’t, when he thought about him. They could deal with the rest later.

Matty was moving faster now, pushing in and out with quick thrusts just perfectly angled to make that spot inside him pulse with pleasure. It felt like the base of Kevin’s cock was being stroked from inside, and his balls were already tightening with how damn good it was.

How perfect it felt.

“Fuck me hard, baby,” he breathed out, shuddering again. He needed fast and hard, not slow and sensual.

And Matty obliged, shifting his weight so Kevin’s cock no longer got the friction of their bodies, but he could drive in harder instead. Thrust by thrust, Kevin was coming undone, and he was heaving for breath…

“Yes,” Matty moaned, mouthing and licking at his neck, even nipping the skin near his collarbone, then kissing his chin, and his lips, and… he was gonna…

“Ma—hnngh,” Kevin moaned into the kiss, his eyes flying open with the force of what was about to hit him. Matty swallowed his gasp in hard, rough kisses, his hand palming at the tip of Kevin’s cock and jerking up it once, twice, three times—

Kevin was gone, blackness and pleasure and Matty all he could think about, rushing through his senses until even the feeling of Matty’s bare skin against his was enough to make him twitch hard. In time, even, with the quick clenches and shudders of his body, the warmth squirting from his cock, the way his fingers tingled and clenched rhythmically around Matty’s hip and shoulder…

At least Matty pulled back from the kiss slightly to let him gasp for breath, but he kept brushing his lips along Kevin’s lightly, thrusting whenever he could. Kevin was squeezing him tight, milking him, clutching him so close he felt like he couldn’t tell where either of them ended or began.

“Yes…!” Kevin finally whimpered when he could get a breath, and he was rewarded with the most delicious, growling moan.

His world still spinning, his body still quivering in quick, overwhelmed shudders, Kevin opened his eyes just in time to see Matty’s face draw tight. He read his own name on Matty’s lips, but Matty didn’t have breath or capacity to speak, and his nails were digging hard enough into Kevin’s thighs to leave marks.

Fucking good. Kevin wanted to feel this for days.

When Matty finally settled, thrusting a last few shallow times as his eyelashes fluttered and those dark eyes were looking into his again, Kevin grinned at him, slapping his ass lightly. “Fuckin’ eh.” His own voice was still breathless.

Matty burst out laughing in quick, silent gasps for breath, and he cupped Kevin’s cheek and kissed him hard once again.

This wasn’t a need to fuck you so bad kiss like it had been some minutes ago.

It was raw emotion spilling over into the only outlet they had, and Kevin knew because it jolted through his body, too—electric, raw, demanding every spare ounce of attention.

Matty was everything to him right now, in a way that was impossible to describe, and he would have given anything not to have Matty slowly pull out of him, but at least he still had him right here in his arms, and…

Shit. Oh, fucking hell, he was falling too hard, too fast.

When Matty left, or got traded, or grew bored, or… or whatever would happen, Kevin wasn’t gonna be able to handle it. People were gonna know. There was no separating personal and professional anymore, no matter what his buddies had told him.

He rolled his head back against the pillow while Matty slowly drew himself up, rubbing his eyes with his arm.

It took him a few seconds to get his limbs in order again, to uncurl his toes and roll his shoulders to get the sleepiness out of his body.

“God,” Matty murmured, as he pulled back and slowly tugged the condom off. “If we wanna do that again, we could always go get tested or whatever.” Then, his lips quirked into a quick smile as he eased himself to his feet enough to toss the condom across the room into the waste basket. “Not that that wasn’t the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Kevin knew what he meant. “Yeah,” he breathed out, rubbing his arm across his eyes and sitting up. He swung his legs off the edge of the bed, ignoring the burn of pleasure. Scratches and hickeys or not, he was gonna feel this for a couple days, he was certain of it. “Damn it, I still have to sort out my trip home.”

That much was true—he had to get his plane ticket, and fuck it, he also needed to go breathe and get out of Matty’s air, or he was going to find himself hooked on it. The idea of sleeping curled up in those arms made him simultaneously panic and want to stay.

“Oh, Jesus. Yeah,” Matty breathed out, reaching out to punch his shoulder lightly as he sat on the edge of the bed. “God, you’ll pay through the nose for tickets now.”

“Yeah, I know. Lucky I’m only going to Fredericton,” Kevin weakly chuckled.

He pushed through the desire to shove Matty back and sit in his lap, instead getting dressed one piece at a time. “You got your—oh yeah, you’re probably driving, huh?”

“Yeah, probably,” Matty murmured.

Kevin paused for a second. That reminded him—he had to ask Matty about coming home with him, but doing it now would sound really boyfriend-y, and…

Nah. He’d ask later.

“You’re gonna stick around for hockey camp first, right?” Matty asked, yawning as he leaned back on the bed.

Kevin nodded. “Oh yeah, of course. Might take a couple days off the gym and just veg out first. Especially since…” His cheeks were hot.

“Oh, baby.” Matty gave him a smirk and pinched his ass before he could jerk away. Kevin laughed and smacked Matty’s hand.

The moment of tension had passed, Matty crashing onto his bed and stretching out on the rumpled sheets while he watched Kevin pull his jeans on. They were back to grinning at each other like buddies.

Who’d just fucked like animals.

“I’ll let myself out,” Kevin told Matty with a smile, hesitating as he fastened his jeans button and smoothed his shirt down. “Don’t strain yourself.”

“Okay,” Matty laughed, resting his hand behind his head. Which, of course, highlighted his bicep and drew Kevin’s eyes to the dark patch of fur under his arm, the way his pecs stretched and rippled…

No, I’m leaving.

“See you,” Kevin waved, giving Matty a moment’s quick smile before he fled the room and the house.

He walked briskly despite the stinging ache that reminded him how damn much he’d come undone at Matty’s hands—how happy he’d been to give in to them.