By Monday evening, the snow had started falling again, in fat, wet flakes that didn’t stick to the ground but rather melted upon impact. After dinner, Matt lay on the couch, his torso in Vic’s lap, his head against Vic’s shoulder as they cuddled together, the television tuned to the latest forecast. “That’s the job I want,” Matt said with a nod at the screen. “Only weathermen can be wrong ninety percent of the time and not get canned. If I made that many mistakes at the pool? I’d be out on my ass in no time.”
One of Vic’s large hands eased between them to give Matt’s butt a playful squeeze. “And what a nice ass it is.”
Rolling over into Vic’s lap, Matt looked up at his lover with a wicked leer. “You want a piece of me?”
“I want all of you,” Vic admitted.
Before Matt could reply, a seri
