Will/Kenny. Listening to the rain
Apr. 24th, 2007 11:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
actionreactionDay 24 of 31_days.
Kenny had an interesting relationship with rain. Back in Arizona, it rarely ever happened. Here in California, along the coast it was frequent, at least in comparison. He didn’t like it much at first, mostly because that meant he couldn’t go down to the beach and watch Will surf. But that was in the days before Will moved in with Kenny’s family, before they actually started dating much to Kenny’s lingering surprise.
Now listening to the rain outside his window had a different reaction. Now it meant Will knocking softly on his door, heading downstairs and out to the pool house. Now it meant sitting inside, listening to the patter of raindrops while wrapped in Will’s arms.
It meant more flowers to come, left casually for him, stuck in his art books, on his desk, in the bathroom, on his dresser, anywhere Will thought to leave one.
And rain at night meant skinny-dipping after hours, when everyone was asleep and no matter how many times they did it, blush rode high on Kenny’s cheeks the moment clothes hit the pool house floor.
He many not have cared much for it before, but Kenny had to admit that now he loved listening to the rain.
Kenny had an interesting relationship with rain. Back in Arizona, it rarely ever happened. Here in California, along the coast it was frequent, at least in comparison. He didn’t like it much at first, mostly because that meant he couldn’t go down to the beach and watch Will surf. But that was in the days before Will moved in with Kenny’s family, before they actually started dating much to Kenny’s lingering surprise.
Now listening to the rain outside his window had a different reaction. Now it meant Will knocking softly on his door, heading downstairs and out to the pool house. Now it meant sitting inside, listening to the patter of raindrops while wrapped in Will’s arms.
It meant more flowers to come, left casually for him, stuck in his art books, on his desk, in the bathroom, on his dresser, anywhere Will thought to leave one.
And rain at night meant skinny-dipping after hours, when everyone was asleep and no matter how many times they did it, blush rode high on Kenny’s cheeks the moment clothes hit the pool house floor.
He many not have cared much for it before, but Kenny had to admit that now he loved listening to the rain.