It was raining, Noah bring your ark raining. Their clothes were stuck to their bodies and Connor's hair kept flicking his nose.
They'd been hiking before the rain and were so far from anywhere that Nick had convinced them to stay put and wait it out.
Now, huddled under a tree, mud flicked up his legs from the force of the drops, Connor was cold and miserable.
He pressed himself closer to the trunk and flinched as a drop plopped onto his nose.
Stephen grinned at him and brushed a stray leaf out of his hair.
Connor scowled at him as he flicked his hair out of his face again.
"What are you smiling at? It's pouring rain, we're miles from anywhere, we're wet and we're cold, what possible reason do you have for smiling?" Connor whined before leaning his head back to rest against the tree.
Stephen grinned wider before leaning forward and plastering his sodden body against Connor's.
Warmth began to spread across Connor's chest as Stephen bent to head and his tongue flicked out to catch a raindrop that had rolled down beside Connor's lips.
Then Stephen turned his head, pushed Connor harder into the tree trunk and claimed his lips, tasting the pure taste of the rainwater and the irresistible touch of Connor.
Stephen pulled back and grinned again, his hard body still covering Connor's.
"Because you're hot when you're wet."