RAINY DAY BLUES
Title: Rainy Day Blues
Written By: _alicesprings
Timeline: Post-513
Author's Notes: A big thank you to my wonderful beta!



*

I stare out the window, the view obscured by raindrops on the glass. It’s wet out there. And freezing. I frown.

I need to focus. I need coffee.

I go to make a pot only to discover I’m out. Fuck. And I don’t think I can face going out right now. The weather’s been awful all week, and shows no sign of clearing up.

Sighing, I turn back to the sketches on the table. In one, Storm Rider, a villain with the power to harness the elements, looms tall. Fierce storm clouds are gathered behind him, as arm raised high, he prepares to throw a lightning bolt at the twink cowering on the ground.

In another, Rage and JT are separated on opposite sides of Gayopolis by a huge flood. Rage’s fists are clenched at the anguished look on JT’s face. To be continued… trails from a wave.

I can’t seem to focus on anything lately. Not my painting, not these panels that Michael wanted a week ago. Not even the half-eaten bowl of cereal from breakfast that long since turned into a congealed mess.

I can’t keep putting Michael off; he’s starting to get a little pissed at my non-answers.

I shake my head, trying to clear away the fog, and get up to rinse out the bowl. I think about gathering up some laundry but the idea flits out of my head again almost immediately.

It’s not until the sharp trilling of the phone jerks me out of my stupor that I realize I’ve been standing at the sink staring at the cereal bowl for five minutes.

I pick up, sighing once more. “Hello.”

“Well that was fucking cheerful. Why the doom and gloom, Sunshine?”

“Oh hey, Brian. I’m okay, just a bit stuck.”

“Mistake your KY for superglue again?”

“Ha ha,” I deadpan. “No, stuck for ideas. My painting is going nowhere, and neither are these Rage panels.”

“Don’t you and Michael usually figure out what the plot is before you get to the drawing stage?”

“Usually, yeah. But we’re having a disagreement about where the story should go.”

“O-kay,” he says cautiously. He tries to stay out of Rage, not wanting to have to choose sides between his best friend and his boyfriend.

“Michael wants to do a two-parter and end this issue with a cliffhanger but I think we should wrap it up in a single issue.”

“Why?”

Because the thought of it makes my stomach hurt. “I’m not actually sure. It’s just. I just…” I trail off, sighing again.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

“What?” I whisper back.

“It sounds like a good idea to me. Cliffhangers leave people wanting more, you know that. Give your readers a little suspense; give them something worth waiting for.”

“I guess.” I smile. “Plus, reunion sex is good; it’ll be hotter than ever when the super couple is finally reunited.”

“That is true. Speaking of which, my super cock and I are coming up this weekend.”

“Really?”

“Mmhmm. Seeya Friday night.”

“Later.”

*

“So, how’s everything going?” Brian asks, playing with my hair.

He got here about an hour ago. We had a quick fuck against the door to say hello, followed by round two in bed.

I circle his nipple with my finger. “Great. Everything’s great.”

“Over your writer’s block, or artist’s block or whatever the fuck it’s called?”

“Yeah, I was suddenly hit by a flash of inspiration earlier this week.”

“Oh really?” he says knowingly.

I roll my eyes and put on a falsetto. “Oh yes Brian. The mere thought of you visiting chased away my blues and gave me the strength to carry on.” I bat my eyelashes at him, and he laughs.

I laugh too, and can’t resist leaning in for a kiss. After all, it's kind of true.

*

Saturday morning I drag myself out from underneath Brian and put the coffee on. Outside, a single shaft of sunlight breaks through the clouds.