DISCLAIMER - No matter how many times I close my eyes and make a wish I still don't own these beautiful boys... more's the pity. This is purely a work of fiction, not intended to imply anything about these guys or their lives.

For the RPS100 weather challenge.

The downpour catches them unawares and they break into a run, feet kicking up water from the puddles growing on the sidewalk. Reaching the car, they scramble inside. They're both panting from their mad dash for shelter.

The rain just slides off Michael's smooth scalp, trailing behind his ears and down the bridge of his nose. In contrast, Tom's dark hair is plastered to his head, shedding water everywhere.

Absently, Michael reaches to push the heavy strands out of Tom's eyes. When Tom turns, tongue swiping wetly across his palm, the weather outside is the last thing on Michael's mind.