For This_Truth
“Ryan. Ryan, babe, look. It’s raining.”
Ryan looked over to his boyfriend sitting in the window, and saw the rain gently hitting the glass. He practically threw down the newspaper he was reading and sprinted outside and let the water cascade down his lithe body. Spencer couldn’t understand what made Ryan love the rain so much. But every time he asked, he got the same reply.
“It’s cleaning the world, Spence. Washing away the impure.”
He stayed in the doorway, watching Ryan run around like a little kid. The only thing Spencer really liked about the rain was the smell. He likes to describe it as the smell of sex minus the sweat. Spencer smiled up at the sky and gave a silent thanks to the clouds. It was about time it rained. Ryan needed the rain the way he needed air, food, and Spencer.
Ryan knew that the blue-eyed angel in the doorway didn’t share his love for rain the way he did, but he was determined to make Spencer see the purity in it. All Spence saw was black sky and dark clouds. Never the purity of the cold drops falling down from the heavens. He ran up and grabbed Spencer’s arm, pulling him out from the house into the middle of the yard.
“Dance with me Spencer.”
“What?”
“Dance with me.”
Ryan grabbed Spencer’s arms and began dancing to the music in his head. He knew it wouldn’t last long, he could tell Spencer was already annoyed with his hair being plastered to his forehead and his eyeliner running down his face. But Ryan couldn’t help but to think he never looked more beautiful. Ryan stopped his nonsensical dancing and instead chose to lay on the muddy ground and watch the rain fall. Spencer crouched be his boyfriend and raked his nails across his forehead to get the hair out of his eyes. Ryan looked at him and smiled.
“Don’t hold yourself like that, Spence. You’ll hurt your knees.”
“Oh Ryan, let’s go inside before one of gets sick, okay?”
“Just a little longer? Please?”
Spencer sighed and gave in, pulling Ryan up. They ran around like five year olds, laughing hard. Spencer still didn’t understand what was so appealing about this, but watching Ryan slip and fall every three steps was hilarious. Eventually he fell and didn’t stand up again, just lay there laughing. Spencer walked over to him and held out his hand.
Ryan allowed himself to be pulled up and inside by the taller boy. Once inside with the door shut, Spencer immediately began removing his soaked clothing and tossed them into the basement, once down to his boxers, he saw Ryan had not moved. Spencer crossed the room toward the soaked boy and tugged hit shirt off. As soon as the article was removed, Ryan leaned forward and kissed Spencer.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Ry. Now take off your pants.”
“Eagar are we?”
“I don’t want you to catch a cold.”
Ryan sighed and undid the button on his tight jeans, but had little trouble removing them from many nights of running in the rain. Once the clothing was removed, Spencer tossed them into the basement as well, looking over to see Ryan had started a fire. They lay together on the floor, allowing the heat to warm them. They snuggled together, Ryan’s head on Spencer’s chest.
“You were having fun in the rain. Don’t deny it.”
“I was having fun watching you.”
“In the rain.”
“Shut up.”
“You love me.”
“Yes I do.”
Ryan smiled up at Spencer. Just like Spencer couldn’t understand Ryan’s love for rain, Ryan couldn’t understand Spencer’s love for him. To himself, Ryan was just the anorexic-ly thin boy who played guitar. Spencer could have anyone he wanted, and he wanted Ryan?
“Stop questioning yourself.”
Spencer knew him inside and out. Ryan grinned sheepishly.
“Sorry…”
“I love you…”
“And I-I-”
Ryan sneezed and Spencer laughed.
“I told you that you’d get sick.”
“Oh can it.”
“You love me.” Spencer said, mocking slightly.
“I do.”
Spencer kissed Ryan’s forehead. It was the same way every time it rained. Ryan always got sick, and Spencer would spend the next day by his side, taking care of him.
Because he loved the boy.
“Ryan. Ryan, babe, look. It’s raining.”
Ryan looked over to his boyfriend sitting in the window, and saw the rain gently hitting the glass. He practically threw down the newspaper he was reading and sprinted outside and let the water cascade down his lithe body. Spencer couldn’t understand what made Ryan love the rain so much. But every time he asked, he got the same reply.
“It’s cleaning the world, Spence. Washing away the impure.”
He stayed in the doorway, watching Ryan run around like a little kid. The only thing Spencer really liked about the rain was the smell. He likes to describe it as the smell of sex minus the sweat. Spencer smiled up at the sky and gave a silent thanks to the clouds. It was about time it rained. Ryan needed the rain the way he needed air, food, and Spencer.
Ryan knew that the blue-eyed angel in the doorway didn’t share his love for rain the way he did, but he was determined to make Spencer see the purity in it. All Spence saw was black sky and dark clouds. Never the purity of the cold drops falling down from the heavens. He ran up and grabbed Spencer’s arm, pulling him out from the house into the middle of the yard.
“Dance with me Spencer.”
“What?”
“Dance with me.”
Ryan grabbed Spencer’s arms and began dancing to the music in his head. He knew it wouldn’t last long, he could tell Spencer was already annoyed with his hair being plastered to his forehead and his eyeliner running down his face. But Ryan couldn’t help but to think he never looked more beautiful. Ryan stopped his nonsensical dancing and instead chose to lay on the muddy ground and watch the rain fall. Spencer crouched be his boyfriend and raked his nails across his forehead to get the hair out of his eyes. Ryan looked at him and smiled.
“Don’t hold yourself like that, Spence. You’ll hurt your knees.”
“Oh Ryan, let’s go inside before one of gets sick, okay?”
“Just a little longer? Please?”
Spencer sighed and gave in, pulling Ryan up. They ran around like five year olds, laughing hard. Spencer still didn’t understand what was so appealing about this, but watching Ryan slip and fall every three steps was hilarious. Eventually he fell and didn’t stand up again, just lay there laughing. Spencer walked over to him and held out his hand.
Ryan allowed himself to be pulled up and inside by the taller boy. Once inside with the door shut, Spencer immediately began removing his soaked clothing and tossed them into the basement, once down to his boxers, he saw Ryan had not moved. Spencer crossed the room toward the soaked boy and tugged hit shirt off. As soon as the article was removed, Ryan leaned forward and kissed Spencer.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Ry. Now take off your pants.”
“Eagar are we?”
“I don’t want you to catch a cold.”
Ryan sighed and undid the button on his tight jeans, but had little trouble removing them from many nights of running in the rain. Once the clothing was removed, Spencer tossed them into the basement as well, looking over to see Ryan had started a fire. They lay together on the floor, allowing the heat to warm them. They snuggled together, Ryan’s head on Spencer’s chest.
“You were having fun in the rain. Don’t deny it.”
“I was having fun watching you.”
“In the rain.”
“Shut up.”
“You love me.”
“Yes I do.”
Ryan smiled up at Spencer. Just like Spencer couldn’t understand Ryan’s love for rain, Ryan couldn’t understand Spencer’s love for him. To himself, Ryan was just the anorexic-ly thin boy who played guitar. Spencer could have anyone he wanted, and he wanted Ryan?
“Stop questioning yourself.”
Spencer knew him inside and out. Ryan grinned sheepishly.
“Sorry…”
“I love you…”
“And I-I-”
Ryan sneezed and Spencer laughed.
“I told you that you’d get sick.”
“Oh can it.”
“You love me.” Spencer said, mocking slightly.
“I do.”
Spencer kissed Ryan’s forehead. It was the same way every time it rained. Ryan always got sick, and Spencer would spend the next day by his side, taking care of him.
Because he loved the boy.