This story contains Male/Male lovin'. Don't like it? Too bad, go read another fic.
This fic was written for the LiveJournal community fantheatre and is Challenge 35. Water.
Whenever Hayate cursed the rain, Genma praised it. Hayate would become soaking wet from head to toe, his tight black shirt clinging to those well-defined muscles just a little more. He would lick his lips too try to keep the extra moisture off his lips, and he would toss his head to the right to flip his drenched hair out of his face. It drove Genma crazy with want, and the dark-haired Jounin damn well knew it.
Which is probably why they made love everytime it rained. They would go at it, and several hours later, they would lay entangled in the sheets, Hayate's hair still wet, and Genma's face glowing with satisfaction. Slowly, the same rains that gave their desire an extra boost would eventually lull them too sleep as they listened to it pitter-patter on their tin roof.
That's why Hayate would always check the weather forecast in the mornings. If there were a chance of rain, he would find some pointless activity to keep Genma and himself busy until the sky opened up and poured. That was when he would suggest that they go home. Hayate's little plan worked everytime, and Genma? He just thought it was coincidence. If he only knew.
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