Rain fell in light splashes against the glass of Feliciano's bedroom window. The little Italian turned his attention to the dark sky outside, a disappointed frown appearing on his face. The weather had been switching from bright to stormy all day long, blistering hot one minute and freezing cold the next. He averted his eyes slowly from the wet window to the sleeping form of his lover, Ludwig, who lay sprawled out on their double bed, fast asleep.
Feliciano felt a small smile creep onto his face and he tiptoed over to Ludwig, hovering over him, their faces mere centimeters apart.
He thought about awakening his lover, but then decided against it. He straightened up and padded outside their bedroom, making his way downstairs in his bare feet and opening the front door.
Surprisingly warm wind met him along with cool little raindrops that splashed on his cheeks and made his eyelashes wet. Feliciano giggled, stepping out the door gingerly and sqealing when the mud squished beneath his toes.
He burst into a giggle and jumped around in the mud, dirty water splashing everywhere as he did.
Meanwhile, Ludwig had awoken from his sleep to the sound of Feliciano's happy laughter coming from outside. He shifted off the bed, rubbing his eyes and going to stand by the window. His eyes focused, and he stared in horror at the sight of his lover wearing nothing but shorts and a thin shirt, splashing around in the wet and cold like it was some kind of game.
''Feliciano!'' he shouted, flying down the stairs and throwing open the door. The Italian stopped his capering and stared at Ludwig, a blissfully idiodic grin on his face. ''I was wondering when you would wake up.'' he beamed, holding his arms out to the sky and tilting his head back.
''Feliciano. Get back in this house right now.''
''But why, Ludwig, it's so nice outside~''
''You'e barefoot, for crying out loud!'' Ludwig nearly shouted. Feliciano looked slightly hurt, but the grin reappeared on his face shortly after. Only this time it looked slightly off.
''Feliciano, what are you-''
SPLAT!
A large glob of mud landed right on Ludwig's temple, ruining his white shirt. At first Ludwig was stunned, then furious, then..
He laughed.
Feliciano laughed with him.
''Come back here, you!'' Ludwig growled playfully, scooping up a monsterous amount of mud into his hands. Feliciano shrieked and tried to run away but he was soon dripping with mud all over his back. He grabbed a fistful of mud as revenge and chucked it at Ludwig, half squealing, half laughing. They both ran at each other and slammed into one another, Feliciano wrapping his arms around Ludwig's waist in a tight, crushing hug. He peered up at Ludwig through wet black eyelashes, a smudge of brown on his cheekbone which Ludwig wiped away with his thumb.
They just barely touched their lips together in a light gesture, their eyes half-lidded. Ludwig quickly licked the corner of Feliciano's mouth and the smaller man let out a soft, badly concealed moan. They both smiled sheepishly and pulled away from each other.
''Come on.'' said Ludwig, and took Feliciano's hand, leading them both into the house.
Much later..
Feliciano sniffed and swallowed miserably, reaching for another tissue and yet again mistaking Ludwig's shirt sleeve for one. Ludwig lay beside him, too sick and tired to scold Feliciano for his error.
Their eyes briefly met.
''I feel horrible.'' complained Feliciano.
''Who's fault is that?'' Ludwig asked, coughing.
''It was worth it, though.'' came the dreamy responce, reaching for a spoon and the jar of cold medicine.
''..Ludwig?''
''Yes?''
''... I love you.''
''... Love you too.''