for Rat

[silenttrainbaby]

It was raining. Here, in this place, it didn't rain often, but it was raining now. And like two woodland creatures, Grey and Rat crouched under the tree of their glade, looking out at the rain.

It didn't occur to Grey to find somewhere dry to be. Being outside, even in the rain was still better than being trapped anywhere with walls. He held out his palm, catching raindrops in his hand.

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[plaguedrat]

Rat laughs from under the protection of his cloak as he enjoys the wonder on Grey's face. It stirs something in him, something that he knows they both feel and haven't said. Maybe it doesn't need to be.

"I'd ask if you've never see rain before but I'd guess you really hadn't," he says, kissing Grey's wet cheek.

[silenttrainbaby]

Only ice; snow. Frozen (a frozen arm cut off, falling into chunks on the floor. Be a shoe).

Scattering those thoughts, Grey smiles into the kiss, turning his head to catch Rat's lips.

[plaguedrat]

Rat's happy to respond, opening his mouth as he threads fingers into damp hair. They'll stay warm together as he invites Grey into his lap so he can wrap them both up in the cloth.

[silenttrainbaby]

Knees pulled to his chest, Grey jumps when thunder rolls across the sky; he looks up. Where did that come from?

[plaguedrat]

"Thunder," he says softly. "Lightning strikes, changes the air pressure, makes a sound. This storm could get bad." He wraps them up warmly. "We'll be all right."

[silenttrainbaby]

Lightning? Another thing Grey hasn't ever seen. He curls his body next to Rat's and looks up, blinking when rain falls into his eyes.

That is when the sky lights up, a zap of lightning crossing from one cloud to the next, then a crash of thunder; Grey's body erupted in gooseflesh, his breath quickening.

[plaguedrat]

"Lightning."

Rat rubs his hands up and down Grey's arms, trying to soothe him. It's nothing to be afraid of, if that's even fear Grey feels. Rat's lived with storms for much of his life; he knows that they will pass.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's one of the most amazing things Grey has ever experienced, not man-made, not inflicted, but naturally occuring and he laughs, even though no sound comes out, when lightning zigs across the sky again. He catches Rat's hand in his and kisses it.

[plaguedrat]

Rat grins, leans in to kiss the back of Grey's hand as well. "I was saved during a storm like this," he comments, leaning his forehead to Grey's.

"A force of nature, beautiful, powerful. Potentially deadly, but still awe inspiring."

It's hard to say if Rat means the storm.

[silenttrainbaby]

As a little boy? Grey has learned bits of Rat's life, snatches and snapshots, pieced together slowly over time. He runs his hand over Rat's hair, staying right there, feeling the rain dapple down on them. Rat is the things he describes. Beautiful, powerful.

[plaguedrat]

When he was twelve, bleeding out from a gunshot wound and certain he would die. Then Shion had opened his window and Rat had had the chance to climb in, to live.

Rat tips his head so that Grey can untie his hair, if he likes.

[silenttrainbaby]

The tie is tucked away, the hair left to splay out, Grey's fingers running through it. It tilts Rat's head back and lets Grey nuzzle his neck, shivering when another jolt of thunder rolls across the sky.

[plaguedrat]

Willingly, he bares his throat, a gesture of the trust he has in Grey. They've been vulnerable so many times now, in so many ways. There's nothing to be afraid of here. Not even the thunder.

[silenttrainbaby]

They have the entire park to themselves in the rain; no vendors, no joggers, no one but them. Even the squirrels have taken cover. Grey's slightly scruffy jaw rubs against Rat's slightly scruffy neck; it makes Grey shiver in a different way.

[plaguedrat]

It's their kingdom now, still except for the rain and the two of them. It's perfect.

Rat encourages Grey to shift, to straddle his lap tilting Grey's chin up to kiss him again.

[silenttrainbaby]

Rat can hear Grey gasp, lean legs straddling his.

It feels indulgent whenever they do this. Sex - intimacy. He revels in it, already hard.

[plaguedrat]

Rat laughs, soft and low in his throat, when he feels Grey's desire pressing against him. He's no better, hard as well with Grey so close that the sight, smell, and feel of him floods his senses.

It's wonderful, what they have. And it is indulgent, which makes it better. It's not a love he thought he'd ever be allowed.

[silenttrainbaby]

Kisses are licked into Rat's mouth, almost like candy. Rat tastes as sweet as ice cream, as decadent as cotton candy. Grey doesn't even notice that the storm is passing, moving on.

[plaguedrat]

Rat responds, eager and welcoming, hungry for those kisses. The heat in his belly makes every touch feel loaded, electric. He wants Grey, it doesn't matter how.

[silenttrainbaby]

Clothes come off with a nearly practiced ease - not that there are that many to remove - and Grey lies over Rat, moving to kiss down his body, every little bit, tasting rain and skin.

[plaguedrat]

Rat lets himself be laid out and kissed, giving himself over to Grey. Should Grey kiss too low, however, he'll find Rat's hand cupping his cheek while Rat inches a little further down beneath him.

[silenttrainbaby]

But ....

Grey lifts his head. He wants to. Would Rat not let him?

[plaguedrat]

Rat tilts his head, a hand pressed flat on Grey's belly. He wants to as well, to treat Grey as well as he's been.

He pulls Grey's hand to his mouth and sucks on two of his fingers, offering but letting Grey choose.

[silenttrainbaby]

Oh! Oh. With something like wonder, Grey figures it out, turning himself around, his cock hanging heavy over his lover's face as he ducks down, taking Rat's in his.

[plaguedrat]

Rat inhales sharply as he feels Grey's mouth, almost forgetting what he'd intended in the pleasure of the moment. Quickly, he leans up a little, leveraging himself with his elbow on the ground, and tips his head licking a stripe along the length of him.