Page 123 of The Home Game

The touch lit Antoni up, making his head go light with need and he gave in to it, overwhelmed by the dual pleasures of Matty thrusting inside him and the heady pressure of the grip of his calloused palm.

A shudder rippled through Antoni and he came with a sharp cry, fingers biting into Matty’s arms. His hips stuttered and his body went tight as cum coated his dick and dripped onto his stomach, Matty working him through it for a few more strokes before he let go.

“Now you,” Antoni urged, his head still hazy but determined Matty would feel as good as he did.

Matty shifted until he was braced on his forearms, and he kissed Antoni desperately, then gave a few more deep, hard thrusts. He buried his face against Antoni’s neck, panting his name as he came inside him.

Sweaty and overwhelmed, Antoni wrapped his arms around Matty’s back and held him close.

For a few minutes they lay like that, Matty’s weight pressing him into the mattress, Antoni breathing hard as he tried to get his brain to function again.

“Your mother is a genius,” Matty mumbled against his neck.

Antoni made a face but he kissed Matty’s hair anyway. “Eww. Can we not talk about my mother when your dick is inside me?” he pleaded.

Matty huffed out a laugh and lifted his head. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair. Man we smoked the second round though.”

Antoni laughed, not entirely sure if he understood Matty’s goofy sense of hockey humor but charmed by it anyway. “Yeah, we did.”

Matty gave him a slow, pleased smile and kissed him lightly. “So what now?”

Antoni’s eyes widened. “Uhh, Matty, I like to think I have a pretty healthy sex drive and I’m fairly fit but I am not going to be able to keep up with you if—”

Matty laughed and cupped Antoni’s face in his hands. “Not more sex. I need a minute to catch my breath too. I mean are you hungry? Ready to sleep? What do you want?”

“Not hungry,” Antoni said as he took stock of himself. “Wrung out but not sleepy, exactly. I dunno. Maybe we could chill in bed?”

“There’s no TV in here anymore,” Matty said with a mournful sigh. “I like Charlie’s designs but I’m sad that’s gone.”

Antoni chuckled. “We could watch something on my laptop, or …”

If he were alone, he’d probably read but he wasn’t sure how much reading Matty did.

“Or?” Matty asked.

“Read. But that’s not really something we could do together.”

Matty shrugged. “We could if you read aloud to me.”

“Yeah?” Antoni asked, surprised. “You’d want that?”

“Sure. You have a nice voice and you make it sound really good. Sometimes when you read to River I sit in the hall and listen. Sorry if that’s kinda weird, I just like hearing you.”

“No, Matty …” Antoni said softly, touched by the mental image. “That’s so sweet. You can come in and listen any time you want. And yeah, I’ll read to you now if you want.”

“I like books,” Matty said. “I’m just a really slow reader so I’m more of an audiobook guy.”

“Yeah?” Antoni rubbed his thumb against Matty’s beard. “What do you like to listen to?”

“Lots of sports biographies and stuff. But sometimes fiction. I dunno. Whatever the guys recommend. Felix reads a lot on the planes and sometimes he tells me about stuff that he thinks I’ll like.”

“You ever do sci-fi or fantasy?” Those were Antoni’s go-to genres these days when he wanted a little bit of an escape from the real world.

Though lately, the real world had been pretty nice. And, apparently, had only gotten nicer today.

“Mmm, not big on sci-fi but fantasy can be good.”

“Perfect.” Antoni smiled. “Okay. I, uh, probably need to get cleaned up and we should put the food away and stuff. Meet you back here in fifteen?”

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