Rain
by Jenny
 

The rain reminded Daniel of Elijah’s eyes, reminded him of afternoons stolen together right under the noses of those old enough to know better -- usually Daniel’s mom. Reminded him of the slick slide of Elijah’s tongue tracing his nipples, of the sweet heat of release, of the sticky warmth of lying spent in Elijah’s arms. Reminded him that he wouldn’t be thirteen forever, that he wouldn’t always have to be sneaky to be with Elijah. When Elijah was gone -- and he often was -- the rain reminded Daniel. The rain made it real.

And luckily for Daniel, it was usually raining.
 

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