Shatnoy (R)
Title: Summer Rain
Shatnoy
Romance, pre-slash (snogging and groping scene), mild R; early years.
The scene was inspired by seeing teenagers playing in the rain.
Nothing belongs to me
350 words
It was a summer rainy evening. The fields near Bill's ranch were wet and glistering with water drops. Bill and Len were playing football. Not really playing, more of a fooling around. They were laughing, whistling and shouting. Smiling faces, lost in joy of the sport activity, wind in their hair, they seem not to notice anything around them. They were like kids again. Sweet, old time. Wet dirty splashes getting onto their legs from the slippery grass, they were falling a few times, cool grass stalks brushed against they semi bare limbs, as they continued to laugh in this vivid and private hilarity, they were alone in it, there was no one to interfere with it.
Once they got enough of the play, they collapsed onto the ground panting and smiling, blinking at the gray, windy, stormy sky above them. Raindrops falling hard onto their skin.
They didn't remember who started it.
Was it Len who rolled over Bill and begun to roam with his hands all over Bill's wet and warm skin. Or was it Bill who pinned Len down and kissed him on the mouth, licking off the water from his lips; their wet hair plastered to their foreheads.
This was frantic teenage-like love making under rain, all sudden and quick and wonderful.
No one knew what would follow after that. Would it change something in their friendship, would it break it or, on the opposite, strengthening it, pushing it onto a new level?
They were there, on the deserted green field, kissing, grabbing at each other, panting, squeezing, rubbing and gasping.
Their bodies climaxed after a good amount of friction and passion. It coincided with the end of the storm. The sky gradually calmed down, and sun patches appeared here and there, as Bill and Len got up to their feet, rearranging their soaked through and dirty clothes, still smiling now with a slight blush on their cheeks and panting in the aftermath.
Bill said something about the warm drinks and clean dry clothes in the house.
They marched across the field, Len kicking at the ball lazily ahead, as he walked.
The silhouettes drifting away, Bill wrapped an arm around Len carefully and gently as they disappeared in the horizon.
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Shatnoy
Romance, pre-slash (snogging and groping scene), mild R; early years.
The scene was inspired by seeing teenagers playing in the rain.
Nothing belongs to me
350 words
It was a summer rainy evening. The fields near Bill's ranch were wet and glistering with water drops. Bill and Len were playing football. Not really playing, more of a fooling around. They were laughing, whistling and shouting. Smiling faces, lost in joy of the sport activity, wind in their hair, they seem not to notice anything around them. They were like kids again. Sweet, old time. Wet dirty splashes getting onto their legs from the slippery grass, they were falling a few times, cool grass stalks brushed against they semi bare limbs, as they continued to laugh in this vivid and private hilarity, they were alone in it, there was no one to interfere with it.
Once they got enough of the play, they collapsed onto the ground panting and smiling, blinking at the gray, windy, stormy sky above them. Raindrops falling hard onto their skin.
They didn't remember who started it.
Was it Len who rolled over Bill and begun to roam with his hands all over Bill's wet and warm skin. Or was it Bill who pinned Len down and kissed him on the mouth, licking off the water from his lips; their wet hair plastered to their foreheads.
This was frantic teenage-like love making under rain, all sudden and quick and wonderful.
No one knew what would follow after that. Would it change something in their friendship, would it break it or, on the opposite, strengthening it, pushing it onto a new level?
They were there, on the deserted green field, kissing, grabbing at each other, panting, squeezing, rubbing and gasping.
Their bodies climaxed after a good amount of friction and passion. It coincided with the end of the storm. The sky gradually calmed down, and sun patches appeared here and there, as Bill and Len got up to their feet, rearranging their soaked through and dirty clothes, still smiling now with a slight blush on their cheeks and panting in the aftermath.
Bill said something about the warm drinks and clean dry clothes in the house.
They marched across the field, Len kicking at the ball lazily ahead, as he walked.
The silhouettes drifting away, Bill wrapped an arm around Len carefully and gently as they disappeared in the horizon.
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