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This one's Jogan.

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Downpour

The rain was pounding on the windows, the clattering sound making it almost impossible to hear someone speak, the dark clouds making it seem like night had already fallen.

"Hey, D—" Logan strolled in the common room, wringing his arms in a thick vest against the cold. Derek looked up, annoyed for being disturbed from his homework. "Have you seen Jules?"

Derek nodded to one of the windows. "Crazy went outside."

Logan's eyes widened and he looked aghast as his eyes took in the pouring rain. "Why?"

"Because—" Derek looked down at his books again, not really interested in this conversation. "Because he's crazy."

Rolling his eyes, the prefect walked to the door—grabbing an umbrella on the way out. "Thanks Derek, you're a terrific help."

"I know, I know," the athlete smirked just when the door slammed shut.

It was ice and ice cold outside, and Logan was shaking violently as he clutched the umbrella tighter. It had no use, though, it was storming and the rain fell practically horizontal, beating on his face and soaking his clothes. He grunted a curse as he started to look for Julian.

Green eyes softened as he finally spotted the actor—standing all alone on the outskirts of the grounds, head tipped up to let the rain fall freely on his face. Even from this distance, Logan could see that his eyes were closed. His heart somersaulted as he realized how absolutely free and beautiful he looked right now.

Having no use for the umbrella anymore—he was already drenched anyway—he threw it aside and strode towards the brunet. The blond smiled softly as he stood in front of Julian—whose eyes were still closed, having no idea he wasn't alone anymore—and he leaned forwards to peck the actor's lips tenderly.

Brown eyes flew open, immediately narrowing and blinking rapidly in the heavy downpour. Julian's hair was plastered to his forehead and cheeks, the edges curling up a bit in the nape of his neck and over the top of his ears. Logan couldn't help but think that he looked very much like a drowned cat.

"Lo?" his voice seemed thick, and the blond frowned as he reached up to wipe a strand of hair from Julian's cheek.

"What the hell are you doing out here?" Logan asked, half-bemused and half-worried. "You're going to get sick if you keep this up."

Julian shrugged carelessly and held his arms out, smirking slightly when Logan sighed in surrender and gathered him in a hug. The brunet snuggled his wet face in the blond's neck, and Logan shivered, tightening the embrace as he let his face fall in absolutely soaked, brown hair.

"Is there something wrong?"

Julian shook his head. "Can't I just like rain?"

"It's cold," Logan argued with raised eyebrows. "It's cold and it's wet. And it's going to make you—us—sick. You're going to make me sick. I hope you're happy."

Julian drew back with a full cheshire grin, very clearly happy. "But it can be fun," he breathed hoarsely, voice barely audible over the pouring rain that was still slamming into them with its vicious force and sharp strength.

"It's cold. It's wet. Not fun, Jules." Logan cocked one eyebrow, as if daring the actor to disagree, his green eyes obviously questioning Julian's mental health.

But then—completely out of nowhere—an enormous gust of wind unbalanced them and knocked them both over, the two boys crashing onto the soggy grass, all arms and legs as they tried to untangle themselves from each other.

Julian threw one look at Logan's disgruntled and downright miserable face, and he burst out in happy laughter, clutching the collar of Logan's shirt and pulling the blond in for a passionate kiss.

"We're going to be so sick tomorrow," Logan murmured against Julian's cold lips, shivers running up and down his spine—but whether they were from the cold or something else, he couldn't quite figure out.

"Well, then we'll have an excuse to lie in bed all day. Together," Julian mumbled back, climbing on top of his boyfriend—ignoring the soft curses as the blond was pushed further down into the soppy, wet, muddy grass—and started nibbling on Logan's bottom lip.

"That is true, but—"

"Shut up, Wright, and kiss me," Julian demanded, his tongue and lips trailing down Logan's throat, shutting him up effectively.

And as the rain swelled to a cold, violent, and raging storm—the two boys were sprawled out over the grass field, clothes easily tearing in their wet state, brown and blond hair dripping, eyelashes heavy with water, skin slippery beneath their hands.

Logan grinned as he noticed that the cold was gone now—would never come back—replaced by a fury and a passion that only Julian could summon.

"God—I love you," he whispered, his hands traveling up Julian's spine, nails lightly raking over the wet skin.

The actor smirked as his fingers curled around a handful of hair, pulling Logan's head back to gain better access to his throat. "I know."