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cicirossi, who wanted summer rain.
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Max was already asleep, his revision notes doing double duty as a sunshade, his bare chest rising and falling with slow regularity.
It was too hot to touch, airless, their skin sticky with sweat and sunscreen, but Nils couldn't resist at least letting their feet brush as he squirmed about on the blanket they'd spread out on the lawn, trying to find a position that would magically make his notes more
interesting. Finals pretty much sucked, but it was hard to get too worked up about exams when you were lounging about in your boyfriend's back garden and had a whole house to share with no-one else home. It was really hard to care about vector analysis with your boyfriend napping next to you and the sun beating down and the distant static-y buzz of the radio playing in the kitchen.
Nils gave in and let his head rest on his hands, staring at the rough-cut grass from a distance of millimetres until his eyelids got too heavy and then he let them stay closed.
He must have dozed off, because the first cold, heavy drop landed between his shoulder blades with startling abruptness, and when he jerked awake the sky was heavy and grey. It wasn't even a second before a second droplet hit the sun-baked skin of his calf, and another blurred the careful blue and red ink of his notes, and then both he and Max were awake and scrambling to their feet, trying to collect notes and books and snacks and clothes and the blanket and make a dash for the open kitchen door as the raindrops became a solid sheet of water and the air shook with a sonorous rumble of thunder.
The lino was slippery beneath his feet, the shock turning to laughter as Max tripped on a trailing t-shirt and dumped a mixed armful of revision aides in a heap on the floor.
"Ohh - fuck it!" Max cursed.
Nils dropped the sheet in favour of snagging Max's notebook from the pile to get it away from the growing pool of sun screen escaping from the still open bottle. He made sure the rest of their belongings made it to the kitchen table, and then kicked the sheet over, half heartedly wiping up the spill with his feet, adding mud and grass clippings to the mix.
"Jesus - look at it." Max said, gesturing out of the door before pulling Nils into a hug with a quick press of lips to Nil's cheek. His lips felt hot, Nil's face cool and slick from the rain, which was really hammering down, drowning out the radio as it bounced off the
corrugated plastic roof of the lean-to and poured off to bounce and splash on the concrete patio. The air itself smelled different - cooler and clearer and cleaner.
"Rather look at you," Nils said, turning around to wrap himself around his goose-bumped boyfriend. They'd caught enough rain to darken Max's blond hair, pulling it down into sable points around his face. Nils reached up to push the hair back, and catch the droplets collecting on Max's forehead before pulling Max down into a kiss.
"Think we can find something else to do but sunbathe," he asked with an innocent smile when Max finally stopped kissing back.
"Oh, I think we can come up with something," Max smiled back. "Better get you out of those wet shorts first, though."
cicirossi, who wanted summer rain. ***
Max was already asleep, his revision notes doing double duty as a sunshade, his bare chest rising and falling with slow regularity.
It was too hot to touch, airless, their skin sticky with sweat and sunscreen, but Nils couldn't resist at least letting their feet brush as he squirmed about on the blanket they'd spread out on the lawn, trying to find a position that would magically make his notes more
interesting. Finals pretty much sucked, but it was hard to get too worked up about exams when you were lounging about in your boyfriend's back garden and had a whole house to share with no-one else home. It was really hard to care about vector analysis with your boyfriend napping next to you and the sun beating down and the distant static-y buzz of the radio playing in the kitchen.
Nils gave in and let his head rest on his hands, staring at the rough-cut grass from a distance of millimetres until his eyelids got too heavy and then he let them stay closed.
He must have dozed off, because the first cold, heavy drop landed between his shoulder blades with startling abruptness, and when he jerked awake the sky was heavy and grey. It wasn't even a second before a second droplet hit the sun-baked skin of his calf, and another blurred the careful blue and red ink of his notes, and then both he and Max were awake and scrambling to their feet, trying to collect notes and books and snacks and clothes and the blanket and make a dash for the open kitchen door as the raindrops became a solid sheet of water and the air shook with a sonorous rumble of thunder.
The lino was slippery beneath his feet, the shock turning to laughter as Max tripped on a trailing t-shirt and dumped a mixed armful of revision aides in a heap on the floor.
"Ohh - fuck it!" Max cursed.
Nils dropped the sheet in favour of snagging Max's notebook from the pile to get it away from the growing pool of sun screen escaping from the still open bottle. He made sure the rest of their belongings made it to the kitchen table, and then kicked the sheet over, half heartedly wiping up the spill with his feet, adding mud and grass clippings to the mix.
"Jesus - look at it." Max said, gesturing out of the door before pulling Nils into a hug with a quick press of lips to Nil's cheek. His lips felt hot, Nil's face cool and slick from the rain, which was really hammering down, drowning out the radio as it bounced off the
corrugated plastic roof of the lean-to and poured off to bounce and splash on the concrete patio. The air itself smelled different - cooler and clearer and cleaner.
"Rather look at you," Nils said, turning around to wrap himself around his goose-bumped boyfriend. They'd caught enough rain to darken Max's blond hair, pulling it down into sable points around his face. Nils reached up to push the hair back, and catch the droplets collecting on Max's forehead before pulling Max down into a kiss.
"Think we can find something else to do but sunbathe," he asked with an innocent smile when Max finally stopped kissing back.
"Oh, I think we can come up with something," Max smiled back. "Better get you out of those wet shorts first, though."