And Matt would trip over himself wrestling Vic to the ground, already undressing in his desire.
Vic liked to think he wasn’t that bad. He could live without s*x—for a little while. A week was long enough for his body to purge any unwanted residual powers it might have harbored from the last time he and Matt made love, and by New Year’s, Vic would almost feel like his old self again. Almost…
Well, almost normal, though he’d never say that out loud, wouldn’t even think it lest Matt picked up the thought and got the wrong idea. The powers were him now—they were a part of him, who he was, who he would always be, as long as he had Matt in his life and he didn’t see that changing any time soon.
So the powers were normal for him. They had to be.
Still, it was nice to know one week out of the
