Vic woke a little before ten and stumbled to the bathroom. After relieving himself, he splashed cold water on his face and frowned at his visage in the mirror. Faint lines were beginning to develop in the corners of his eyes. He grimaced, an intimidating look, but the lines didn’t deepen. So he smiled widely instead, and his eyes crinkled. One more thing Matt was giving him—before he met his lover, Vic hadn’t been much for smiling before. Now that Matt was in his life, he had wrinkles. If I didn’t shave it all off, I’m sure I’d have grey hair, too, from all the freaky situations his powers have put me in over the years.
But honestly? He wouldn’t have it any other way.
Without turning, he stretched an arm behind him and tried to will the towel off its rack. Sunday evening they’d made lo
