“Matty.” Cradling his lover’s face in both hands, Vic touched his forehead to Matt’s and stared into his eyes. Stared through him, into his mind, as the mental barriers he kept shored up between himself and the rest of the world disappeared. For one brief instant, he let his entire consciousness flood Matt—his mind emptied into his lover’s, his thoughts swirling over Matt’s own. Everything he felt, every emotion, every touch, came crashing through to Matt’s senses.
How he’d feigned sleep that morning, the bed sheets pulled up to his chin, his breath even, one eye open to watch Matt as he returned from the shower to dress in the semi-darkness of their bedroom. The way he’d touched himself beneath the sheets as he watched his lover unawares—slowly drying off, lingering on his crotch to fond
