Chapter 93

Wrapping his arms around Vic’s legs, Matt pressed his cheek against the familiar padding of his lover’s groin. “Vic! God, you won’t believewhat all’s happened to me. It feels so goddamn greatto hold you again. What are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere, anyway?”

Vic tried to shrug, but didn’t quite manage—a crosstie held his arms straight out at his sides. “Oh, just hanging around.”

Matt noticed the post now, and the crosstie, and leaned back to take another good look at his lover. “Of course you’d be the Scarecrow!” he said with a laugh. “Dorothy said he was her favorite, didn’t she?”

Vic frowned. “I don’t really know what you’re talking about. Dorothy who?”

“I know, I know,” Matt conceded. “You haven’t seen the movie. Still, thank God you’re here. Let me get you down…”