March 12th, 2009
Chocolate
At 10:30pm on a Thursday night, Luke and Noah were curled up underneath a heavy brown blanket on the couch, eating dark chocolates and playing with each other's hair. It was silent, and they were warm and content with life. As they began to drift off, a soft patter against the window could be heard.
Noah opened his eyes slowly, Luke nearly asleep on his lap. Raindrops scurried down the window as if racing. The darkness prevented Noah from being able to see them.
"Luke, get up," Noah urged.
He stood and lifted the sleepy Luke with him.
"Bed," Luke said groggily.
"Outside," Noah corrected.
And then Noah dragged Luke through the door and into the rain, both men barefoot and in cotton pajamas.
Discombobulated, Luke began to yell, "Noah, what on earth—"
Noah was kissing him then, kissing him in the rain, and their mouths tasted like chocolate.
When it stopped, both stood in the cold rain, shivering and staring at each other in the dark, their hair and clothes slick against their bodies.
"I love you."
It didn't matter who said it. The rain continued to fall, and they shared kisses like chocolate.