Rating/Warnings: Tame save for some boy/boy kissing
Summary: I was helpless really, it rained all day and I have a thing for water
Disclaimer: Marvel's but I'm nicer to them.
Sam had gotten to thinking of late that he just might be developing a water fetish. Or maybe it was just Bobby. Well not just Bobby, but rather just one more of the many little surprisingly welcome shifts in his life that Bobby had not quite caused so much as
“Play in the rain with me.” Bobby had said, his breath wet and warm against the back of Sam’s ear, breezing through the heavy fall of Sam’s hair. Longer than he’d ever kept it before mainly because Bobby had asked in much the same way for him not to cut it.
So Sam followed Bobby outside into a springtime torrent that had them soaked in a matter of moments. And Bobby transformed. Not into ice, but into a creature of such transcendent beauty that Sam was rendered pretty well helpless.
Would follow his boy about anywhere
Anywhere this time ended up being the two of them shirtless against an ancient maple, mud splashed legs interlaced as Bobby pulled Sam into a kiss. One so sweet that Sam could just forget everything but the kiss and Bobby. Wet, clinging, gasping, moaning Bobby.
Bobby’s skin, when wet, was so smooth, so slick. A pale expanse of subtle musculature stretched up for Sam to taste and touch, as they stood there half naked in the woods. The cold wasn’t really an issue for either of them but they both shivered as Sam sipped at the water that tried to pool in the dip where neck and shoulder met Bobby’s collarbone.
Sam had no idea he’d been so thirsty.