Lightning flashed over the water. Declan watched intently, composing a painting in his mind. The color of the clouds, the shape of the lightning bolts, their vividness against the darkness. The door opened, but Declan paid no attention until Shane said, "Quite a storm."
"Yes, it is," Declan said. "I love storms like this, as long as it doesn't mean being evacuated again."
"They only evacuate if there's a risk of flooding," Shane said. "This is just a standard thunderstorm, even if it did mean it took me half an hour longer than usual to get home from work."
"Why so long?"
"Some people seem to think that rain means slow down, and some people were goggling at the lightning."
"It is beautiful." Declan turned back to the window. "So wild and primitive. I wish my paintings could do it justice."
"I can give you wild and primitive."
Declan laughed. "Everything's sexual with you, isn't it."
"What can I say? The electricity in these storms charges me up." Shane slipped his arm around Declan's waist. "How long have you been watching this?"
"Since it began," Declan replied.
"Can you leave it for a while?" Shane kissed Declan's neck. "I can think of something I'd rather do than watching a storm."
"You want to make our own thunder?" Declan teased.
"Yes, I do."
"I think I can leave this for that."
Declan followed Shane into the bedroom and watched as Shane skinned out of the suit he'd worn to work. "Much more comfortable," Shane said, standing in just his boxers.
"You look comfortable." Declan nodded toward Shane's hard cock, which poked out the front of his boxers. "And horny."
"Very horny." Shane put his arms around Declan and they kissed deeply. "I've been thinking about this all day," Shane said. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Shane maneuvered Declan onto the bed. They lay side by side, tongues exploring each other's mouths as their hands explored each other's bodies. The lights flickered and went out, but neither man noticed; they were too involved with each other.
Shane slowly undressed Declan, kissing each part of his body as it was revealed, then took off his own boxers. "I want you," he said, stroking Declan's cock.
"I figured that out," Declan said.
"Wise ass." Shane swatted Declan's ass. "Do you want me?"
"Yes."
"Tell me."
"I want you to fuck me."
Shane grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that."
He picked up the bottle of lube that they kept on the nightstand and lubed his cock and Declan's asshole. Declan got onto his hands and knees, and Shane slowly eased into his ass. "Does that feel good, baby?" Shane asked.
"Yes."
"Good."
He thrust slowly in and out of Declan's ass. Declan moaned; he loved the feeling of Shane's cock. No matter what problems they'd had in the past, their sex had always been amazing.
Soon Shane said, "God, Declan, this feels so good. I'm coming!"
"Then come," Declan said. "I'm close."
Shane thrust again and groaned, then pulled out. Declan stroked his own cock until he was about to come, then told Shane, "Open your mouth."
Shane closed his mouth over Declan's cock, and Declan came. Shane swallowed and grinned. "Tastes good."
"Glad you enjoyed it," Declan said.
Shane lay down and pulled Declan against him. "I always enjoy it. So do you, I hope."
"Yes, I do."
They lay there together for a little while, until Declan thought Shane had fallen asleep. He got off the bed and Shane said, "Where are you going?"
"A quick shower, then back to the living room. I want to watch the lightning."
"I'll go with you."
They showered together but without touching each other, then put on shorts and T-shirts and went out to the living room, where they sat together on the couch. "It's nice here," Declan said. "Nice and peaceful."
"Yes, it is." Shane hesitated. "I called Frank today."
