After lunch, Vic stretched out on the rock, hands folded behind his head, and closed his eyes. His senses seemed stronger than usual—every sound amplified, every scent sharpened. The river rushed around them with an almost earthy smell, and along the bridges that spanned in the distance, he heard the rush of traffic. A faint breeze rustled the still-bare tree boughs above them, and through the blanket, their rock was hard and cold, unyielding. Still, he had the whole day ahead to enjoy himself…and his lover. This was the life.
Beside him, Matt gathered their trash together and stuffed it into the take-out bag. Then he lay down, his body curving along Vic’s, and rested his head on Vic’s upper arm. “Hey,” he purred.
Vic kept still, his eyes shut. He felt Matt cuddle up to him, draping one
