Inside Kyle’s small bathroom, Vic plopped down on the closed toilet seat and let Matt pull his hand into the sink. With the water on full blast, Matt cradled the hand in both of his, using his thumbs to gently rub over the dozen scratches and scrapes. He concentrated on the task and kept a tight rein on his mind, where wild thoughts bucked and pulled against his nerves, threatening to break free, race away, and drag him down with them.
Beside him, Vic was silent. He watched Matt without a word, his own thoughts guarded behind those blue eyes that took in everything around him and gave nothing back. Matt glanced at those eyes, hooded, unreadable, then turned back to the sink and the task of cleaning Vic’s wounds. An odd time for his lover to decide to keep to himself, Matt mused. What was
