The rain cleared up when darkness fell, but the streets were still wet as Vic made his way home from work. The muscles across his back were bunched in tight knots—he wanted a hot meal, a hot shower, and his hot lover sitting naked above him, gently massaging away the stiffness in his shoulders. Though his day had been trying, the night stretched ahead of him full of possibility.
When he passed a familiar mailbox two blocks from their apartment, Vic reached out with his mind to try and connect with Matt’s. For a moment he sensed Matt asleep in the recliner, television on low and the dog curled heavily on his lap. Vic didn’t want to wake Matt, but before he could pull back, the dog woke with a soft bark and jumped down, trotting to the door. Matt jerked awake, one thought on his mind. ::Vi
