Author's Note: Enjoy your cavities.
Le Disko
12: Rainy Monday
When it rains it starts with a few scattered drops on the ground. A pitter-patter. A tat-tat-tat. It washes away the grime and wear, rinses the world of buildup and clutter, and leaves it shining, almost new. It is a maintenance utility that has no face or name and it is the only one that can be everywhere at any one time.
When it rains the streets smell like ozone. Programs don hoods or carry umbrellas as they walk along the sidewalk. When one holds her hand out to touch the rain the water glows as it drips off her palm and fingers. Millicycles like these, most programs stay indoors or gather in clubs to drink the rain away. Gridbugs don't manifest or hide in the higher levels of the Outlands lest the water washes them away. The Sea of Simulation glows an eerie greenish blue, its rolling surface rippling with every droplet that falls on it.
When it rains they hide from the Grid. They race across the city to a tall building in a still-abandoned sector and lock themselves in a room overlooking the glowing cityscape. Nobody's looking for them and nobody needs them, so even though it only lasts a few hours they pretend they have all the time in the world.
Tron wakes to the soft pitter-patter on the windows and balcony, to Sam walking his fingers along his body towards the circuits on his sternum. He turns his head and watches Sam, rumbles softly while studying the way the cyan glow of the city highlights his face and creates a halo around his head. There is something beautiful and fragile in the way he looks at Tron and smiles before leaning up to press a kiss and touch foreheads.
"Hey," Sam says softly, voice blending in with the rain.
Tron raises his hand and traces the curves of Sam's face with his fingertips. "Hello, Sam."
Sam huffs a laugh. "You always say that."
"What else am I supposed to say?"
"Dunno." A long, lingering kiss. "Wasn't a question."
He slides his hand along Tron's chest and over the circuits, and Tron can't help the rumbling purr as pleasing warmth flows through his body. His hand slides along the curving line of Sam's neck and around, fingers brushing the short hair at the back, and he pulls Sam back down for another kiss. Lips slide against each other, mouths breathing hotly; the rumbling reaches the back of Tron's throat as Sam catches his bottom lip between his teeth and tugs on it.
When he suddenly pulls away Tron growls. Sam laughs, pushes him back down when Tron tries to follow him. "Not going anywhere. Relax."
Sam sits up and crawls on top of Tron, straddling him; he leans down, brushing his mouth over the blue circuits, and Tron shivers, senses stuttering as intense heat floods the coding underneath simulated skin. He wraps his arms around Sam, fingers mapping and finding circuits by memory, and traces a line down his bared shoulder blade; Sam moans and shudders against him, whispers, "Fuck, why you always gotta-"
Confused, Tron lifts his hand and Sam looks up, eyes wide and dark. Hungry. "Don't stop."
"But-"
"It was rhetorical. Not really complaining about anything."
"But-"
Sam seals his mouth with a languorous kiss, rocks his hips forward and rubs against the circuits near Tron's hips. The air around them thickens, tinged with electricity, while the rumbling becomes louder than the rain.
"Love it when you do that," Sam murmurs against his mouth. He slowly settles down against Tron, licks a line along his bottom lip before slipping into his mouth and mapping it with his tongue. Tron hums contentedly and continues sliding his fingertips along the curve of Sam's back while they trade lazy kisses.
At some point they'll have to emerge to continue building a better Grid, but for now it rains and when it rains they hide in each other's arms and forget the world.