As they drove home, it seemed later than the clock claimed it to be. Just a little after ten, was that all? The streets were empty, the night sky dark and starless, and frost glittered off the metal guardrails that lined the interstate. Matt leaned against Vic, his head on Vic’s shoulder, and Vic had one arm around Matt, his hand stroking his lover’s neck as he concentrated on the road ahead. The heater still ran at full blast, and wind whistled around the edge of his broken door, which jittered and jumped against Vic’s seat belt but stayed shut.
Inside him, Vic felt a storm brewing.
It started like indigestion, just a faint unpleasantness around his stomach and bowels, but as it rose within him, he realized it wasn’t dinner at all but excess energy. He felt skittish, nervous, almost par
