Back in the dugout at the bottom of the seventh inning, Matt stared out at the field with no sense of urgency in finishing the game. He didn’t care who won or lost—he’d gotten what he wanted, along with the promise of more later in the evening. The score was still tied, the bases loaded, and Matt didn’t need the mental connection he shared with his lover to know Vic would be at bat next. Since returning to the game, Vic had kept the link between them open, but neither he nor Matt had sensed any oddities brought on by their quick tryst. ::What’d you call it?:: Vic asked at one point. ::Hummingbird? Might be a good one to remember, if it doesn’t bring on anything too strange.::
::It’s not a real position,:: Matt told him. ::I called it that because we were fast, like hummingbirds. You’ve s
