Page 114 of The Home Game

Matty smiled and there was a sweet, warm light in his eyes before he dipped his head and pressed their lips together.

Antoni’s lashes fluttered shut as he let the rest of his worry and stress float away. Tonight, there were no kids, no looming custody suit, no school or money worries or anything else.

There was only him and Matty.

Kissing Antoni was as good as the first time. Better, maybe, because they were alone now.

Antoni’s mouth was warm and soft, eager. He sighed when Matty pressed closer, tilting his head back and parting his lips to let Matty inside.

Heat sparked in Matty’s body and he made a quiet noise of pleasure.

Heavy breathing and muffled groans came from the TV and he would have laughed because he hadn’t planned that part at all but then Antoni slid a hand up under Matty’s shirt as he kissed him back, warm and enthusiastic, and Antoni was the only thing he could think about.

Matty nipped at Antoni’s lower lip, loving the soft groan it pulled from him.

“Take this off,” Antoni whispered, tugging at the hoodie, and Matty wrestled it off and tossed it on the floor behind him with a dramatic flourish.

Antoni laughed, his face relaxed and happy, and Matty loved that for him. Loved seeing Antoni look like he wasn’t carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Matty dove in to kiss him again and Antoni shifted, straddling his thighs, sliding his hands across Matty’s chest, over his shoulders, then winding his arms around Matty’s neck to kiss him more deeply.

Matty gripped Antoni’s hips as the kisses grew hotter and needier.

Eventually, Matty shifted until he lay flat, Antoni stretched out long and warm on top of him. Their bodies were pressed together from head to toe now and it felt so right that Matty groaned.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Antoni whispered against his mouth, like he was feeling the same thing, his hips beginning to rock a little.

Matty hummed with agreement because he felt it too.

His head spun and sparks lit up his body as he deepened the kiss, sliding his hands into Antoni’s hair. He let out a pleased little noise and tugged at Matty’s T-shirt, pushing it up to his chest.

When Antoni slid his warm palms against Matty’s bare skin, Matty shuddered, kissing Antoni’s jaw, exploring the way the stubble felt against his lips. His cologne had been driving Matty a little crazy for weeks, something soft and fresh and clean. The scent grew stronger as he worked his way to his neck, mouthing at it.

Matty’s stomach fluttered with anticipation but it was a happy feeling, unlike the nerves that had nearly overwhelmed him the last time he was with a guy.

Matty had been a little drunk during the threesome with Courtney, needing liquid courage to go through with it at the time, but he was sober now. Tonight he’d only had one beer with dinner and—shit.

He pulled back, worried. “Hey, should we be doing this? You had wine earlier and the Champagne—”

“God. You are unbearably sweet,” Antoni said, propping himself up on his elbows and licking his lips. They were shiny and red from Matty’s mouth and Matty shuddered at the sight.

“I just want to be sure,” Matty said, searching Antoni’s face for any hint that he didn’t want this. “We can wait.”

“Nooo.” Antoni made a noise that could only be described as a whine. “Don’t you dare make me wait now. At most I’m maybe a tiiiny bit tipsy from the drinks but I know what I want, Matty. I want you. I have for … God, since the second you bent over to rummage in the refrigerator for snacks to feed me.”

Matty laughed, surprised. “Really?”

Antoni reached down and slid his hand under Matty’s ass, squeezing it. “Mmhmm. I saw this and wanted to get my hands all over it.”

“I, uh, it was slower for me, you know,” Matty admitted, his ears going warm. “I had to get to know you first but …”

“Hey, that’s okay. I like that about you. But you want me now, yeah?” Antoni whispered, pulling away to press his free hand to Matty’s cheek.

Matty leaned into the touch. “Yeah, I do. God, so much. It’s not that I want to slow down. I’m just trying to do the right thing.”

“I know you are.” Antoni gave him a peck on the lips. “And you’re amazing for even worrying about it. But I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get my hands on you.”

“I know the feeling,” Matty admitted. He’d spent more time jerking off in the bathroom in the past couple of weeks than he’d done when he was a teenager, confused by the way his body and his head didn’t always seem to match up.

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