No Place Like Home
Matt diLorenzo knew it was going to be a shitty day when he woke up to see his alarm clock blinking 12:00. From the warmth of his blankets, he stared at the clock’s display for a full minute—or rather, what he thought was a minute, since the numbers didn’t change. He heard the soothing lull of a hard rain outside, battering against the windows, and he felt the familiar press of his lover Vic Braunson’s large body alongside his beneath the sheets. He wanted nothing more than to lie in bed the rest of the day—let the clock show whatever time it wanted, let the rain wash the world away. He was cozy, he was comfortable, and he was…
Late!
The realization burned off the lingering laziness cocooned around him and he bolted upright, fumbling over the items on his bedside tabl
