Parking Lot Hero
Vic Braunson stood, naked and still damp from his shower, in the hallway of the apartment he shared with his lover. The French doors that hid the laundry facilities were rolled back and he was bent over the open door of the dryer, digging through clean clothes in hope of finding a pair of boxers. He wasn’t having much luck. “Didn’t you wash anything of mine?” he called out.
In the kitchen, he heard the clatter of dishes in the sink, then the water turned on and Matt diLorenzo’s voice spoke up in his mind. ::I can’t hear you over the water.::
Through their mental connection, Vic shot back, ::You just turned it on.::
He felt his lover grin inside his head. ::You turn me on. What are you looking for?::
::Some underwear.::
The telepathic bond they shared stemmed from Mat
