How To Enjoy The Rain
Title: How To Enjoy The Rain
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: No I don’t own them, yes this is made up.
Feedback: As always, any is appreciated.
Notes: AU-ish.
It’s raining.
It’s been raining for the past week.
Elijah’s sick it.
And Viggo’s sick of watching him being sick of it.
“Just because it’s raining,” he tells Elijah, on the seventh day, when Elijah has resigned himself to sitting by the window watching drops race each other down the panes, “you don’t have to stop enjoying life.”
Elijah rolls his eyes. It’s such a typically Viggo sentiment.
“Yeah, yeah,” he says wearily. “Rain is important, think how much I’d miss it if we didn’t get any, people in Africa would be grateful for it. Blah blah blah.”
Viggo raises an eyebrow, and joins Elijah on the window seat.
“I wasn’t going to say that,” he reprimands gently. When Elijah doesn’t reply, Viggo reaches out and rests his right hand on Elijah’s left thigh.
They sit in silence for a few minutes, just listening to the patter of rain on the window.
“Shall we go out?” Viggo asks, lightly, eventually.
“We’ll get wet.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Elijah finally looks at Viggo, and mutters something that sounds like ‘no energy’.
“Tough,” Viggo says firmly, and gets up, taking both of Elijah’s hands in his own. “Come on.”
“But....” Elijah starts, and then trails off, and lets Viggo pull him to his feet and towards the door. “Hang on, I haven’t even got any shoes on...”
“You don’t need them. You’d only get them wet anyway.” Now Viggo has his mind set on going out, he can’t go fast enough. He tugs on Elijah’s wrists. “Come on.”
Elijah follows him, out of the upstairs reading room, down the dark staircase, through the narrow hallway, and out the front door.
At first they hardly feel the rain. It’s the kind that sounds like bullets on skylights, but like feathers on skin. But it takes only seconds for them to be completely drenched.
“It’s cold,” Elijah says, as they walk through the grass in the garden.
“Watch your step, the grass is slippy,” Viggo says in reply. He twists his head just slightly, and smiles at the rivulets of water running down Elijah’s face. He finally stops, near the bottom the garden, and pulls his shirt off.
“What are you doing?” Elijah asks incredulously.
“It’s wet anyway,” Viggo answers, and leans back a little, spreading his arms wide and letting the rain fall on his chest. When he lifts his head again, Elijah is hunched up, eyes downcast.
Viggo moves in. He slides a finger under Elijah’s chin and lifts it so their eyes meet.
“Cheer up,” he says, so quietly that he knows Elijah can barely hear him. He leans closer, and presses his lips to the cold, wet skin on Elijah’s temple.
Elijah, as expected, nuzzles into the shelter, and kisses Viggo. Viggo wraps his arms around Elijah - he can feel Elijah’s nipples brushing against his chest through the soaked cotton of his t-shirt. He allows his hands to stray slightly lower, to cup Elijah’s buttocks. Elijah moans and hitches slightly against Viggo’s hip, and Viggo feels the firmness of a rapidly-growing erection.
“Enjoying the rain yet?” he teases lightly, across Elijah’s lips.
Elijah doesn’t reply in words, but he presses himself closer to Viggo.
Viggo stops groping for a moment, to pull down his loose linen trousers. The sting of rain momentarily softens his cock. He reaches for the button on Elijah’s jeans, tracing one finger over the bulge emphasises by wet, clinging denim. Elijah whines a little, his hands fluttering uncertainly. Viggo eases the zip down, and pushes the waistband of Elijah’s boxers down slightly to free his cock, which also goes soft as it’s bared to the cold rain. Viggo brings it back to life with a few long, smooth strokes of his hand.
“Should we go inside?” Elijah asks, blinking rain out of his eyes.
“No.” Viggo doesn’t elaborate. He simply pushes his groin against Elijah’s, and swallows both sets of groans with another kiss.
When they come - Elijah first, eyes closing and hips heaving, with a hot splash against Viggo; and Viggo barely a moment after, with a last series of hitches over Elijah’s softening cock - it takes only a couple of seconds for the rain to wash away any trace.
“Now we can go in,” Viggo murmurs. He leads the way, Elijah trailing after him.
They stand in the hallway, dripping onto the tiles, just looking at each other.
“See? Wasn’t that fun?” Viggo asks, after a minute or two, a hint of a smile on his lips.
Elijah lets out a breath of laughter, and heads towards the stairs.
“It was,” he says, “but I think drying off and warming up might be even more fun.”
He casts Viggo a glance from the corner of his eye as he goes.
Viggo shakes his head, laughs, and, of course, follows.
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: No I don’t own them, yes this is made up.
Feedback: As always, any is appreciated.
Notes: AU-ish.
It’s raining.
It’s been raining for the past week.
Elijah’s sick it.
And Viggo’s sick of watching him being sick of it.
“Just because it’s raining,” he tells Elijah, on the seventh day, when Elijah has resigned himself to sitting by the window watching drops race each other down the panes, “you don’t have to stop enjoying life.”
Elijah rolls his eyes. It’s such a typically Viggo sentiment.
“Yeah, yeah,” he says wearily. “Rain is important, think how much I’d miss it if we didn’t get any, people in Africa would be grateful for it. Blah blah blah.”
Viggo raises an eyebrow, and joins Elijah on the window seat.
“I wasn’t going to say that,” he reprimands gently. When Elijah doesn’t reply, Viggo reaches out and rests his right hand on Elijah’s left thigh.
They sit in silence for a few minutes, just listening to the patter of rain on the window.
“Shall we go out?” Viggo asks, lightly, eventually.
“We’ll get wet.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Elijah finally looks at Viggo, and mutters something that sounds like ‘no energy’.
“Tough,” Viggo says firmly, and gets up, taking both of Elijah’s hands in his own. “Come on.”
“But....” Elijah starts, and then trails off, and lets Viggo pull him to his feet and towards the door. “Hang on, I haven’t even got any shoes on...”
“You don’t need them. You’d only get them wet anyway.” Now Viggo has his mind set on going out, he can’t go fast enough. He tugs on Elijah’s wrists. “Come on.”
Elijah follows him, out of the upstairs reading room, down the dark staircase, through the narrow hallway, and out the front door.
At first they hardly feel the rain. It’s the kind that sounds like bullets on skylights, but like feathers on skin. But it takes only seconds for them to be completely drenched.
“It’s cold,” Elijah says, as they walk through the grass in the garden.
“Watch your step, the grass is slippy,” Viggo says in reply. He twists his head just slightly, and smiles at the rivulets of water running down Elijah’s face. He finally stops, near the bottom the garden, and pulls his shirt off.
“What are you doing?” Elijah asks incredulously.
“It’s wet anyway,” Viggo answers, and leans back a little, spreading his arms wide and letting the rain fall on his chest. When he lifts his head again, Elijah is hunched up, eyes downcast.
Viggo moves in. He slides a finger under Elijah’s chin and lifts it so their eyes meet.
“Cheer up,” he says, so quietly that he knows Elijah can barely hear him. He leans closer, and presses his lips to the cold, wet skin on Elijah’s temple.
Elijah, as expected, nuzzles into the shelter, and kisses Viggo. Viggo wraps his arms around Elijah - he can feel Elijah’s nipples brushing against his chest through the soaked cotton of his t-shirt. He allows his hands to stray slightly lower, to cup Elijah’s buttocks. Elijah moans and hitches slightly against Viggo’s hip, and Viggo feels the firmness of a rapidly-growing erection.
“Enjoying the rain yet?” he teases lightly, across Elijah’s lips.
Elijah doesn’t reply in words, but he presses himself closer to Viggo.
Viggo stops groping for a moment, to pull down his loose linen trousers. The sting of rain momentarily softens his cock. He reaches for the button on Elijah’s jeans, tracing one finger over the bulge emphasises by wet, clinging denim. Elijah whines a little, his hands fluttering uncertainly. Viggo eases the zip down, and pushes the waistband of Elijah’s boxers down slightly to free his cock, which also goes soft as it’s bared to the cold rain. Viggo brings it back to life with a few long, smooth strokes of his hand.
“Should we go inside?” Elijah asks, blinking rain out of his eyes.
“No.” Viggo doesn’t elaborate. He simply pushes his groin against Elijah’s, and swallows both sets of groans with another kiss.
When they come - Elijah first, eyes closing and hips heaving, with a hot splash against Viggo; and Viggo barely a moment after, with a last series of hitches over Elijah’s softening cock - it takes only a couple of seconds for the rain to wash away any trace.
“Now we can go in,” Viggo murmurs. He leads the way, Elijah trailing after him.
They stand in the hallway, dripping onto the tiles, just looking at each other.
“See? Wasn’t that fun?” Viggo asks, after a minute or two, a hint of a smile on his lips.
Elijah lets out a breath of laughter, and heads towards the stairs.
“It was,” he says, “but I think drying off and warming up might be even more fun.”
He casts Viggo a glance from the corner of his eye as he goes.
Viggo shakes his head, laughs, and, of course, follows.