When they returned, Matt entered the room first, Vic’s hand held fast in his. Big Man’s gaze dropped to those entwined hands, then raised to meet Vic’s stern eyes. From the look on his face, Matt suspected Big Man knew about their tryst in the bathroom, but he didn’t say a word as Matt dropped into the tattooing chair. Ignoring the second stool, Vic sank down to sit on the edge of Matt’s chair. “This cool with you?” he asked the tattoo artist.
Big Man shrugged. “Just don’t move,” he cautioned in a weary voice that said he’d seen it all. “I don’t want to f**k up the art.”
As Big Man prepped his ink, Matt rolled his shirt sleeve up over his shoulder. One of Vic’s large hands rested easily on his thigh, comforting him. His lover’s voice filled him inside when Vic telepathically reassured
