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Matt shrugged. “But I reserve the right to use that sort of joke in the future when you’re more secure about you and me because I can’t help but love seeing that jealous look on your face.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Mm, you are a little.”

“Not.”

“Are.”

Nick huffed, looking away finally. “A little.”

“Don’t be,” Matt told him.

“This from the guy who said he might want to make me jealous in the future,” Nick pointed out.

“And if you say don’t, then I won’t,” Matt said, shrugging.

Nick looked up again. “You said in the future.”

Matt smiled. “I did.”

“When I was feeling more secure.”

“About you and me,” Matt repeated.

Nick approached slowly, shoulders rolling. “You’re still thinking like that, huh?”

“About you and me? Always, Nick. Always have, always will. It just has an altered definition in my head,” Matt said, setting his glass aside.

And oh, that crooked grin came back to Nick’s face, stealing Matt’s breath. He didn’t think about the large house full of people as Nick took his face in both hands and kissed him soundly. All he noticed was Nick’s body against his, the insistent press of his lips, and the soft noise of pleasure escaping his throat. He had no idea how the hell he had missed what was between them, but he was so goddamn glad he’d finally found it.

“Always going to be us, huh?” Nick asked softly.

“I sure the fuck hope so,” Matt said breathlessly.

And then came thatlook. Nick’s eyes darkened, and the wry twist to his lips somehow spoke of a sudden spike of hunger. The sort of hunger Matt had never seen Nick aim toward him before but which dove straight to his groin with a flare of heat and need.

“Still want to learn more about being with a guy?” Nick asked in his husky voice.

“Willing to teach?” Matt asked.

Nick pressed forward and Matt shuddered as he felt the thick outline of the man’s cock pressing against him. “More than willing.”

“Then let’s skip the family pleasantries and go somewhere more private,” Matt told him.

A soft but indignant gasp broke the haze around them. Matt peered around Nick’s broad shoulders and couldn’t help his choked laugh at the woman standing in the doorway. Nick’s Great Aunt Lily stood outside the den, her customary glass of wine clenched in her shriveled hand. Matt had always thought she looked a bit like a human vulture, all sharp edges and evil eyes. At that moment, though, she looked more like a startled dodo, wide eyes and awkward shuffling of her feet.

“And with that, we’ll let the family gossip take over,” Matt said with a laugh, taking Nick’s hand and dragging him out of the room.

“Evening, Great Aunt Lily,” Nick said pleasantly as they passed her.

“There’s some scotch to die for in there if you want to skip straight to the hard stuff,” Matt offered.

“Oh, tomorrow should be interesting,” Nick muttered as they left the fumbling woman behind.

“I’m more interested in tonight,” Matt said.

Nick’s squeeze of his hand was all he needed to know he wasn’t the only one.