After dinner, in the restaurant’s parking lot, Matt wrapped both arms around Vic’s waist and cuddled close to him. The night had deepened into a frosty darkness that made Vic wish he’d thought to wear a coat over his blazer. Against him, Matt shivered. “Warm me up,” he sighed, his hands easing into the waistband of Vic’s pants.
Vic draped an arm around his lover’s shoulders and rubbed. Instantly, a shower of sparks erupted from his hand, lighting up the night. “Look at this stupid power,” he muttered.
“I think it’s pretty.” Matt turned to watch the sparks—they fell from Vic’s palm and fingers like the light that spit off an arc welder. “Can you make it bigger?”
“I don’t even know what it is.” Vic stopped in mid-step and moved back from Matt. Closing his eyes, he concentrated inward and
