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There is a certain mood that comes over you when it's raining. Something about the sound of it against windows, the scent that comes pouring into a room when the windows are slightly open, the almost uncanny feeling that the world has stopped and is just waiting for the clouds to disperse before it starts turning again.
And there is something about the feeling of just lying on a bed with someone as the rain falls heavily outside, listening to the sound of it mix with the sound of songs coming from a crackling radio.
A soft voice starts humming along the for the two boys in the room well-known Holly tune as the rain seems to start falling even harder outside and Paul joins in, lifting his head up to meet John's gaze as he does the same at the other end of the bed. They both grin, keeping their eyes securely locked with each other until the strain on their necks forces them to lie back down.
John's been here for almost two hours now, came over and knocked on the door, soaking wet because he didn't care enough to bring an umbrella. Always says they make you look like a woman from far away. Jim wasn't too happy about his decision to visit them, had been hoping for a quiet day with just the family but Paul couldn't have been happier about who was standing on the other side of the door when he opened it.
"Care to take a cold, wet dosser in for a hot cuppa?" he said with a crooked grin. Paul just smiled back and pulled him in for a hug, oblivious to the fact that John was dripping wet and to the fact that this wasn't normally how they greeted each other, how any bloke greeted another. John knew this too and tensed up momentarily, but gave a soft laugh and, somewhat tentatively, hugged the younger lad back.
Three cups of steaming tea later they went upstairs to Paul's room and lay down on his bed, discussing a dream or vision or something that John had had, in the same position they now find themselves in.
Paul isn't entirely sure why but being with John today just seems better than anything else in the whole world. Even better than being with him any other day. Maybe it's the rain, maybe it's something else. It's weird. They're not even saying much but maybe that's just it, that they don't need to and still Paul feels like they're sharing every swirling thought inside both their minds. Not like words, and not music either, but something else. It's close to music, but not quite it. It's happened a thousand times before, happens all the time but never quite like this.
He's pretty sure it's got something to do with the rain.
John got up a short while after they lay down, picked up Paul's guitar and concentrating hard put the fingers on his right hand in the position of an E chord where he'd sat down on the floor.
"Look," he said proudly, strumming once. "Can play it just like you do."
Something about the gesture made Paul's heart swell in his chest. He just smiled in reply, a wide, happy grin that was reflected on John's face as he started plucking a melody Paul hadn't heard before but could almost hear the words to. John's beautiful, soothing, wordless voice joined in soon afterwards, sending shivers up and down Paul's spine, every now and then allowing their gazes to fall into place and meet.
Then he stopped, got up from the floor, put Paul's guitar carefully down to balance against his desk before turning on the radio to fill the void of his own music and climbed back into bed. Since then they haven't spoken once, only occasionally nudged the other, a foot to a shoulder, a knee to a knee. The only sounds have been the rain, the radio and their humming, and in Paul's head, the echo of the sweet melody John played and sang. It's nice, just being there in the strange, warm atmosphere they've created and that makes the windows opaque with a thin mist against the chill outside. It's still open, one of the windows, and Paul can see that a few raindrops manage to sneak inside, spluttering onto the windowsill.
Still without speaking, John gets up and lies down beside Paul shoulder to shoulder instead. Then he swiftly touches his fingers to the back of Paul's hand, making the younger of the two turn his head to find a pair of brown eyes looking calmly back at him. Then a spark of mischief flashes somewhere in them, a lip starts twitching and the next moment they're both giggling, pretty soon laughing hysterically while none of them really know why, they just know they can't stop laughing and god, Paul loves the sound of John's laughter.
Somehow they almost manage to stop laughing at last and are left looking at each other through eyes narrowed by the wide smiles on both their faces, chuckles escaping them every other second. When the serenity of before is making its way back, John leans in and before Paul knows what's happening plants a soft kiss on a soft cheek.
Paul loves rain, he decides. He doesn't always – gets more than his fair share of it, inevitably, living in England, but today he does.
And there is something about the feeling of just lying on a bed with someone as the rain falls heavily outside, listening to the sound of it mix with the sound of songs coming from a crackling radio.
A soft voice starts humming along the for the two boys in the room well-known Holly tune as the rain seems to start falling even harder outside and Paul joins in, lifting his head up to meet John's gaze as he does the same at the other end of the bed. They both grin, keeping their eyes securely locked with each other until the strain on their necks forces them to lie back down.
John's been here for almost two hours now, came over and knocked on the door, soaking wet because he didn't care enough to bring an umbrella. Always says they make you look like a woman from far away. Jim wasn't too happy about his decision to visit them, had been hoping for a quiet day with just the family but Paul couldn't have been happier about who was standing on the other side of the door when he opened it.
"Care to take a cold, wet dosser in for a hot cuppa?" he said with a crooked grin. Paul just smiled back and pulled him in for a hug, oblivious to the fact that John was dripping wet and to the fact that this wasn't normally how they greeted each other, how any bloke greeted another. John knew this too and tensed up momentarily, but gave a soft laugh and, somewhat tentatively, hugged the younger lad back.
Three cups of steaming tea later they went upstairs to Paul's room and lay down on his bed, discussing a dream or vision or something that John had had, in the same position they now find themselves in.
Paul isn't entirely sure why but being with John today just seems better than anything else in the whole world. Even better than being with him any other day. Maybe it's the rain, maybe it's something else. It's weird. They're not even saying much but maybe that's just it, that they don't need to and still Paul feels like they're sharing every swirling thought inside both their minds. Not like words, and not music either, but something else. It's close to music, but not quite it. It's happened a thousand times before, happens all the time but never quite like this.
He's pretty sure it's got something to do with the rain.
John got up a short while after they lay down, picked up Paul's guitar and concentrating hard put the fingers on his right hand in the position of an E chord where he'd sat down on the floor.
"Look," he said proudly, strumming once. "Can play it just like you do."
Something about the gesture made Paul's heart swell in his chest. He just smiled in reply, a wide, happy grin that was reflected on John's face as he started plucking a melody Paul hadn't heard before but could almost hear the words to. John's beautiful, soothing, wordless voice joined in soon afterwards, sending shivers up and down Paul's spine, every now and then allowing their gazes to fall into place and meet.
Then he stopped, got up from the floor, put Paul's guitar carefully down to balance against his desk before turning on the radio to fill the void of his own music and climbed back into bed. Since then they haven't spoken once, only occasionally nudged the other, a foot to a shoulder, a knee to a knee. The only sounds have been the rain, the radio and their humming, and in Paul's head, the echo of the sweet melody John played and sang. It's nice, just being there in the strange, warm atmosphere they've created and that makes the windows opaque with a thin mist against the chill outside. It's still open, one of the windows, and Paul can see that a few raindrops manage to sneak inside, spluttering onto the windowsill.
Still without speaking, John gets up and lies down beside Paul shoulder to shoulder instead. Then he swiftly touches his fingers to the back of Paul's hand, making the younger of the two turn his head to find a pair of brown eyes looking calmly back at him. Then a spark of mischief flashes somewhere in them, a lip starts twitching and the next moment they're both giggling, pretty soon laughing hysterically while none of them really know why, they just know they can't stop laughing and god, Paul loves the sound of John's laughter.
Somehow they almost manage to stop laughing at last and are left looking at each other through eyes narrowed by the wide smiles on both their faces, chuckles escaping them every other second. When the serenity of before is making its way back, John leans in and before Paul knows what's happening plants a soft kiss on a soft cheek.
Paul loves rain, he decides. He doesn't always – gets more than his fair share of it, inevitably, living in England, but today he does.
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Oh, wouldn't it be lovely if I'm getting back into some kind of writing marathon? It's been a long time since I felt this... inspired to write. It's lovely.
So here ya go, a pretty short thing about rain and two young lads. Not sure about the title just yet... Hm, might change it. Anyways! John/Paul, but you know that.
So here ya go, a pretty short thing about rain and two young lads. Not sure about the title just yet... Hm, might change it. Anyways! John/Paul, but you know that.
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N'awwww utter adorableness! And this line 'John's beautiful, soothing, wordless voice joined in soon afterwards, sending shivers up and down Paul's spine, every now and then allowing their gazes to fall into place and meet' gave ME shivers literaly, I could just imagine it so vividely, its beautiful <3