Italy
Title - Italy
Author - charminglygawky
Pairing - Greg/Jeff
Rating - 15 for swearing
Disclaimer - Yeah right, like I own anything!
Feedback - Adored!
Could I possibly ask our wonderful mods for an author tag pretty please?
My thanks to jerluvsdean for being an amazing beta!
The shutters rattled threateningly for what seemed like the hundredth time in five minutes. The windows in this villa sucked; granted, they may have been more effective at keeping the wind out had they actually been shut. Only, It was far too fucking hot to have them closed and besides there was no way that Greg would be able to open the shutters to close the windows without waking up the man lying next to him.
He swore quietly under his breath and regarded the figure with malevolence, “Always said he was a bloody kid. He can sleep through fucking anything.”
However, Greg couldn’t; but fortunately he liked storms and as the first loud rolls of thunder could be heard he pulled himself out of the bed and padded towards the door. He didn’t bother with lights and was rather pleased with himself when he made it into the kitchen having only stubbed his toe once in the unfamiliar surroundings; and that was on the sofa, so it hadn’t even hurt. Once in the kitchen he grabbed a beer from the fridge, he was on holiday so fuck it, and settled himself onto the low, two foot wide window sill to watch the storm.
They'd laughed at the sheer size of the window sill when they arrived and rushed through the apartment that was to be their home for the next three weeks giggling like school children. It was a lovely place Greg mused, in the middle of Italy during summer. Nice. It was far enough away from the coast and any big cities to have escaped the brunt of the touristy stuff, but only an hour or so away from Rome by train. That was a trip they had planned for later on in the holiday. So far they had just enjoyed where they were; an old villa, farmhouse type thing, slap bang in the middle of a vineyard; which just happened to be on a hill; giving them breathtaking views across the valley. Even from the pool.
Greg leant back against the sill and cradled his beer, looking intently across the valley at the dark clouds atop the opposite hills. The storm was definitely coming his way, but for now, he could watch it from a distance. He almost leapt out of his skin when a flash of light followed barely a second later by an almighty crash of thunder temporarily blinded him. “Jesus!” he swore whilst trying to control his heart rate and blinking to restore his vision. That had been closer than even the rain was! Once he was finally able to see clearly again in the early pre-dawn light, he glared up at the tempestuous clouds above him. Sure, the rain clouds were over on the other side of the valley, but the real action seemed to be a bit closer than he’d thought.
Hearing a bang and a scuttle of hastily moving feet, Greg peered out of his window to see a man wrapped in a dressing gown hurrying towards the pool. The German dude, Greg snorted when he realized why the guy was risking life and limb to go out in such foul weather. He was on an urgent rescue mission; the lie-lows could not be allowed to blow away! Greg was grateful when he and his inflatable beds disappeared back inside. The presence of another human being had been oddly unsettling within the awesome beauty that nature was unfolding in its pre-dawn show. He had been intruding on what Greg felt was all for him, somehow.
Of course, he was glad that he hadn’t got himself burnt to a crisp; he quite liked the German family who were staying in the only other occupied apartment in the building. Greg had struck up a conversation with him one night, neither man really understanding the language of the other, but they'd managed alright. They were certainly a nice family and apparently they drove to Italy every year, from Germany. He thought they were mad, but he didn’t mention it. He and Jeff had come a lot further after all. Only they had a slightly faster mode of transport; one with wings, and complimentary drinks.
After Greg’s personal triumph of a multi-lingual communication, Jeff just had to go one better with a Spanish family in a restaurant in Spello. Sodding kid, bloody fluent...
“Fuuck..”
Greg wasn’t completely blinded by the latest flash, but he thought he may very well be deafened as he blinked to clear the sharply defined lightening strike that had been embossed on his retina. The thunder had been almost instantaneous, as the strike had hit the field just beyond the tall poplars that sheltered the pool from the wind. Not that they always did their job; sometimes they funneled it instead, creating a freakish vortex that lifted whole sun loungers; though that might have been Jeff...
Greg swallowed, trying to quell the thrill in his stomach that the sight of such raw power had induced. His ears were ringing and his heart was somewhere in his throat even as he continued to blink, trying to clear his damn vision. He’d never known that watching a storm could be such a whole body experience!
“Greg?”
He didn't jump, his body still too busy trying to sort itself out to respond with anything like alacrity no matter what the stimulus. But he did turn to regard a sleepy Jeff dressed only in the t-shirt and boxers he'd fallen asleep in. His ruffled hair made him look all the more like a little kid. Greg had to physically stop himself from giving him a soppy smile. But damn that kid looked so...well kid-ish sometimes.
Jeff raised an arm to scrub sleepily at his eyes in the most ridiculously childish manner, briefly causing his shirt to ride up. The thrill in Greg's stomach increased slightly, when he got a delicious glimpse of skin. Ok, so he was a sexy kid.
Not speaking, Greg held his hand out to Jeff, realizing that he welcomed his presence; he could never be intruding. Jeff responded, still half asleep, by taking Greg’s hand allowing himself to be pulled closer. There was another loud crash of thunder, but neither of them saw the flash. Strangely, it still wasn't raining; the ground was still dry. Though there was probably a fucking big scorch mark in that field, there was no sign of the almighty force that had just passed over them.
Jeff clambered between Greg’s legs and took his beer, putting it aside as he settled down so that he was sitting in front of his lover, leaning against his chest. Sighing slightly, Jeff snuggled backwards, allowing Greg’s warmth to envelop him.
Greg watched as the rain got closer, the air cooling wonderfully around him the rain making everything feel fresh and new again. He wound his arms around the lithe and sleeping body that was pressed softly against him, relishing in the fact that they were keeping each other warm, whereas earlier it had been almost unbearable to touch. He slumped his head back against the wall, his eyes drifting closed as he listened to the rhythmic patter of the rain that had finally arrived.
Twenty minutes later, the band of rain passed and continued on its way, in pursuit of the lighting. The grass looked greener after being soaked and the kittens from a neighbouring farm stuck their heads out of one of the old pigsties, looking around in bemusement. And as the sun rose, it shone on two peacefully sleeping men, entwined together on a window sill.
Author - charminglygawky
Pairing - Greg/Jeff
Rating - 15 for swearing
Disclaimer - Yeah right, like I own anything!
Feedback - Adored!
Could I possibly ask our wonderful mods for an author tag pretty please?
My thanks to jerluvsdean for being an amazing beta!
The shutters rattled threateningly for what seemed like the hundredth time in five minutes. The windows in this villa sucked; granted, they may have been more effective at keeping the wind out had they actually been shut. Only, It was far too fucking hot to have them closed and besides there was no way that Greg would be able to open the shutters to close the windows without waking up the man lying next to him.
He swore quietly under his breath and regarded the figure with malevolence, “Always said he was a bloody kid. He can sleep through fucking anything.”
However, Greg couldn’t; but fortunately he liked storms and as the first loud rolls of thunder could be heard he pulled himself out of the bed and padded towards the door. He didn’t bother with lights and was rather pleased with himself when he made it into the kitchen having only stubbed his toe once in the unfamiliar surroundings; and that was on the sofa, so it hadn’t even hurt. Once in the kitchen he grabbed a beer from the fridge, he was on holiday so fuck it, and settled himself onto the low, two foot wide window sill to watch the storm.
They'd laughed at the sheer size of the window sill when they arrived and rushed through the apartment that was to be their home for the next three weeks giggling like school children. It was a lovely place Greg mused, in the middle of Italy during summer. Nice. It was far enough away from the coast and any big cities to have escaped the brunt of the touristy stuff, but only an hour or so away from Rome by train. That was a trip they had planned for later on in the holiday. So far they had just enjoyed where they were; an old villa, farmhouse type thing, slap bang in the middle of a vineyard; which just happened to be on a hill; giving them breathtaking views across the valley. Even from the pool.
Greg leant back against the sill and cradled his beer, looking intently across the valley at the dark clouds atop the opposite hills. The storm was definitely coming his way, but for now, he could watch it from a distance. He almost leapt out of his skin when a flash of light followed barely a second later by an almighty crash of thunder temporarily blinded him. “Jesus!” he swore whilst trying to control his heart rate and blinking to restore his vision. That had been closer than even the rain was! Once he was finally able to see clearly again in the early pre-dawn light, he glared up at the tempestuous clouds above him. Sure, the rain clouds were over on the other side of the valley, but the real action seemed to be a bit closer than he’d thought.
Hearing a bang and a scuttle of hastily moving feet, Greg peered out of his window to see a man wrapped in a dressing gown hurrying towards the pool. The German dude, Greg snorted when he realized why the guy was risking life and limb to go out in such foul weather. He was on an urgent rescue mission; the lie-lows could not be allowed to blow away! Greg was grateful when he and his inflatable beds disappeared back inside. The presence of another human being had been oddly unsettling within the awesome beauty that nature was unfolding in its pre-dawn show. He had been intruding on what Greg felt was all for him, somehow.
Of course, he was glad that he hadn’t got himself burnt to a crisp; he quite liked the German family who were staying in the only other occupied apartment in the building. Greg had struck up a conversation with him one night, neither man really understanding the language of the other, but they'd managed alright. They were certainly a nice family and apparently they drove to Italy every year, from Germany. He thought they were mad, but he didn’t mention it. He and Jeff had come a lot further after all. Only they had a slightly faster mode of transport; one with wings, and complimentary drinks.
After Greg’s personal triumph of a multi-lingual communication, Jeff just had to go one better with a Spanish family in a restaurant in Spello. Sodding kid, bloody fluent...
“Fuuck..”
Greg wasn’t completely blinded by the latest flash, but he thought he may very well be deafened as he blinked to clear the sharply defined lightening strike that had been embossed on his retina. The thunder had been almost instantaneous, as the strike had hit the field just beyond the tall poplars that sheltered the pool from the wind. Not that they always did their job; sometimes they funneled it instead, creating a freakish vortex that lifted whole sun loungers; though that might have been Jeff...
Greg swallowed, trying to quell the thrill in his stomach that the sight of such raw power had induced. His ears were ringing and his heart was somewhere in his throat even as he continued to blink, trying to clear his damn vision. He’d never known that watching a storm could be such a whole body experience!
“Greg?”
He didn't jump, his body still too busy trying to sort itself out to respond with anything like alacrity no matter what the stimulus. But he did turn to regard a sleepy Jeff dressed only in the t-shirt and boxers he'd fallen asleep in. His ruffled hair made him look all the more like a little kid. Greg had to physically stop himself from giving him a soppy smile. But damn that kid looked so...well kid-ish sometimes.
Jeff raised an arm to scrub sleepily at his eyes in the most ridiculously childish manner, briefly causing his shirt to ride up. The thrill in Greg's stomach increased slightly, when he got a delicious glimpse of skin. Ok, so he was a sexy kid.
Not speaking, Greg held his hand out to Jeff, realizing that he welcomed his presence; he could never be intruding. Jeff responded, still half asleep, by taking Greg’s hand allowing himself to be pulled closer. There was another loud crash of thunder, but neither of them saw the flash. Strangely, it still wasn't raining; the ground was still dry. Though there was probably a fucking big scorch mark in that field, there was no sign of the almighty force that had just passed over them.
Jeff clambered between Greg’s legs and took his beer, putting it aside as he settled down so that he was sitting in front of his lover, leaning against his chest. Sighing slightly, Jeff snuggled backwards, allowing Greg’s warmth to envelop him.
Greg watched as the rain got closer, the air cooling wonderfully around him the rain making everything feel fresh and new again. He wound his arms around the lithe and sleeping body that was pressed softly against him, relishing in the fact that they were keeping each other warm, whereas earlier it had been almost unbearable to touch. He slumped his head back against the wall, his eyes drifting closed as he listened to the rhythmic patter of the rain that had finally arrived.
Twenty minutes later, the band of rain passed and continued on its way, in pursuit of the lighting. The grass looked greener after being soaked and the kittens from a neighbouring farm stuck their heads out of one of the old pigsties, looking around in bemusement. And as the sun rose, it shone on two peacefully sleeping men, entwined together on a window sill.