Thunder

IT'S raining... and thundering! And Chris is outside running! Oh noes!
It's a slash fic!

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The rain mercilessly beat against the roof in a desperate attempt to pierce through the hard surface. The sound echoed through the small room, and despite its brute intentions, the rain calmed the young man laying in his bed. Jonny always loved the rain, loved the little patter of raindrops that always stood out to him even if the room was filled with all sorts of other noise.

This very morning it helped him relax as he slowly allowed himself to wake up. Jonny usually took ten or fifteen minutes to just lay in bed before he actually got up. He knew even without having to open his eyes that the other side of the bed was empty; he could just feel the lack of body heat radiating from that area. He was used to that though, and it was fine as long as he didn't have to go to bed alone. That is, there was always someone with him as he fell asleep, but rarely when he woke up.

By this time Chris would have already been up for several hours, and have spent most of that time running around the neighborhood. Jonny thought he was crazy for going out so early, but he certainly wasn't complaining about the fit shape it put Chris in. His lean limbs shimmering with sweat as he walked inside the tiny house, his chest rising and falling dramatically and angelically with every heavy breath he took, and then those curls laying sleek and wet against Chris's smooth skin after he showered. Sometimes Jonny thought about sneaking in while Chris was still in the shower, but he was much too shy to do that, though it wasn't like he'd be seeing anything he hadn't seen before.

Jonny rolled over and stretched his arms across the sheets. He laid like that, just staring up at the ceiling, for about a minute or so before he stood up and dressed himself. He thought about what to have for breakfast- and what to make for Chris, because he loved to make breakfast for Chris- a train of thought that was shortly interrupted by the realization that he hadn't grabbed his own clothes. At least, he seemed to be wearing pink boxers that he never remembered purchasing or owning. But he shrugged it off and just continued on like it was nothing. Chris had probably worn Jonny's clothes enough times, too.

The fridge was on its way to being raided, the door nearly halfway open, when Jonny heard the awful noise. It was a low, long rumbling that he knew wasn't coming from his stomach, even though he was seriously hungry. He also guessed that it only sounded low because it was muffled by the building; usually the thunder storms that occurred were thought to be distant by he and Chris, until, of course, their power shut off.

Jonny slammed the refrigerator door shut and almost ran to put on his shoes. He completely skipped over grabbing a jacket, and nearly forgot to take his keys with him. He walked around to their small garage and noticed that he'd accidentally taken the keys to his motorcycle rather than to their car, but he quickly decided that it didn't matter. He hastily threw on his helmet and kicked the bike into gear.

The roads were wet, of course, and he soon regretted not going back for the car keys. The rain pelted him, and even though he wasn't going very fast it still felt like bullets shattering into his skin. He navigated the small streets with relative ease, apart from the slick pavement and streams of rain running down the wind guard on his helmet, but he couldn't seem to find Chris anywhere. Steadily, the thunder grumbled into a roar, and Jonny pulled back the throttle and accelerated to the highest level he was comfortable with. He thought he saw several flashes of lightning dance across the sky, which only worried him more.

After five solid minutes of searching, about a ten minute running distance from their house, Jonny finally found Chris slowly making his way down the sidewalk. Through the rain it was difficult for him to see much, but he quickly recognized Jonny speeding down the road towards him. He ran into the road and waited for Jonny to pull up beside him.

“What are you doing?” Chris asked through deep breaths.

“I came out here to take you back home,” Jonny answered. “I didn't want you running around when it's storming like this, I mean, something could happen to you-”

“So, you took the bike out to find me?” Chris sweetly laughed. He flicked a few stray strands of hair out of his eyes and wiped the water off his face, even though it was only to be replaced by more raindrops.

“I grabbed the wrong keys.” Jonny sheepishly bowed his head down and Chris smiled at him. Then Jonny felt the bike move as Chris sat behind him, and his arms soon wrapped around Jonny's waist, his chin resting on Jonny's shoulder as his hot breath flew towards Jonny's exposed neck. As much as Jonny loved that feeling, he groaned in disgust and threw his hands up in the air. “And I left your helmet in the garage!”

“You're so sweet, Jonny. I love you,” Chris said quietly into Jonny's ear. Chris tightened his hold a little, and Jonny felt a sense of relief large enough to allow himself to place his hands back on the motorcycle.

“I love you, too, Chris.” With that, the two men set off down the road and headed for their small house, the rain beating them down all the way back. But Chris had a brilliant idea when they finally did return home, and to warm both of them up and repay Jonny for his kindness he pulled Jonny into the steaming shower with him. Neither of them minded, of course, but the water started to get cold before any real showering had been done.