Rocky Horror and Rain
At midnight, Brian took Justin to his first Rocky Horror Picture Show experience. Brian watched Justin’s face—full of wonder and excitement and Sunshine smiles as he watched the film and the audience participation. Justin enthusiastically joined in the sideshow, quickly picking up on the lyrics and the steps to The Time Warp.
As they waited their turn to come out of the theater packed with Franks and Rockys and Magentas and Riffraffs and Columbias and Brads and Janets, a warm spring rain of fat drops began.
They dashed through the rain, but Brian couldn’t find the keys to the Jeep. He looked inside and realized he’d left the keys in the ignition of the locked car. He cursed through clenched teeth and felt his temper flaring, but instead of completely blowing his stack as he usually would Brian smiled warmly when he looked at Justin.
Justin’s beautiful, open face was stained with mild apprehension—the raindrops gliding down the silken slide of his long blond eyelashes and clinging for dear life until reluctantly letting go and dripping down his flawless pale cheeks and between his slightly parted full lips.
Brian approached Justin slowly and watched him shiver in anticipation. He slid one hand around Justin’s neck and the other around his waist and yanked him hard against his body, hearing a gratifying whoosh of air explode from Justin’s lungs. Justin sighed, closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms around Brian’s waist. Brian softly licked the rain from Justin’s forehead and eyes and cheeks until he reached his mouth. Justin’s parted lips were twitching and the tip of his pink tongue was visible against his bottom lip. Brian languidly licked Justin’s lips, the rain mixing with the taste of Justin. Brian tilted his head back and collected a pool of raindrops on his curled tongue. He then ladled the raindrops into Justin’s eager mouth and they kissed until they were drenched through with rain and each other.