::Good thing I’m all yours, then,::Vic thought. ::What’s say we take this home and keep it between us?::
Matt nodded, unwilling to break their kiss to speak. Vic released one of his wrists to dip into the front pocket of Matt’s jeans, searching for the car keys. Instead, he found a firm length coiled in the bottom of Matt’s pocket. Against Matt’s mouth, Vic whispered, “What’s this?”
“Yours,” Matt told him. Shaking his other wrist free from Vic’s grip, Matt clung to his lover as if trying to press together as much of their bodies as he could. “Isn’t that what you’re after?”
Vic planted a kiss in the curved spot between Matt’s nose and upper lip. “I was looking for your keys.”
“Other pocket,” Matt said.