Chapter 57

When his plate was empty and his stomach full, Vic touched his lover’s leg. “Let me up,” he said, giving Matt’s knee a gentle squeeze. Matt moved his legs aside, allowing Vic to stand. Vic reached for Matt’s plate. “You done?”

“Are you?” Matt countered. The dull glare in his eyes told Vic he wasn’t talking about dinner.

“Let me get cleaned up.” Vic headed for the kitchen with their plates. He wanted a beer, a shower, and Matt, preferably in that order. “We have all night to talk.”

Matt didn’t answer. He poked his mind into Vic’s again, testing his boundaries, seeing if he couldn’t sneak a peek at what Vic hid from him. ::It was nothing,::Vic silently told his lover as he deposited the dishes in the sink. It really wasn’t, in retrospect—things could have been a lotworse, people could’ve died, and no amount of super strength or telepathy or any of the other powers he exhibited from time to time would have brought them back to life.

::If it’s nothing, then tell me about it.::