1Ethan always loved rainstorms. When the first roll of thunder sounded in the distance, whatever high he was on, whatever power trip was coursing through his veins, he would find a window regardless and watch the storm's approach.
Rupert had watched curiously the first time this happened. As short as Ethan's attention span could be, he had never abandoned a circle half-drawn. He looked over Ethan's at the approaching thunderheads and wondered what had drawn his lover to stare at them.
When the rain started, Ethan had turned to seek out his lover. Rupert was just finishing the abandoned circle when Ethan stood over him. Rupert had looked up, annoyed now at the strange behavior. Ethan only dropped to his knees and pounced on Rupert, forcing them both to the floor.
Rupert had struggled briefly in surprise but soon gave in as Ethan persisted. The bigger man rolled them over so that he was pinning the slighter beneath him and began pulling their clothing away, the ruined circle forgotten.
The rain pounded on the streets below and Ethan would purr along with it. The thunder would clap and Ethan would gasp. The lightening flashed and Ethan moaned. The lights flickered on and off and Ethan would press back against Rupert's thrusting body.
The storm would end and in its wake, it would leave two exhaustingly sated young men in its path.