By 11:35, Matt was back at his desk, the pool beyond his window once again still and empty. Vic was in the locker room, fiddling with the buttons on his work shirt. “You’re going to be late!” Matt called out for the second time.
In his mind, his lover grumbled. ::These damn buttons…::
::I’ll do them for you,:: Matt suggested. ::Just get out here already.::
He heard the soles of Vic’s shoes squeal off the tiled floor in the locker room and looked up at the swinging door, a smile already on his face. Vic hated being late for work. Through the small window high in the door, Matt saw his lover’s gruff visage frowning as he approached…
And suddenly Vic passed through the door as if it weren’t even there. He stopped in Matt’s office and groaned.
Matt started to snicker. “Where are your clot
