An Ode To Love - Happy Pride

The storm outside only made it harder to ignore the electricity inside.

Thomas leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom, his white shirt still clinging to his chest from the rain, translucent against his skin. Jacob looked up from the bed, his gaze lingering on the curve of Thomas’s neck, the hollow of his collarbone, the flush rising from beneath his damp skin.

“You’re soaked,” Jacob said softly, voice low.

“Yeah?” Thomas took a step closer. “You gonna do something about it?”

Jacob stood, bare-chested, the soft lamp light brushing across the muscles of his abdomen. He closed the distance slowly, sliding his hands up under the hem of Thomas’s shirt, his fingertips grazing wet skin. Thomas shivered, but not from the cold.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Jacob murmured, lifting the shirt up and over Thomas’s head. The scent of rain and skin filled the space between them. Their lips met—slowly at first, almost reverent—until want overtook patience. Hands gripped harder. Mouths opened wider.

Jacob guided Thomas back toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. Their breaths grew heavy, more desperate. Thomas’s hands fumbled at Jacob’s waistband, pulling him closer, needing more. Jacob’s mouth moved to Thomas’s neck, dragging heat down to his chest, tasting every inch. He groaned into Thomas’s skin as their bodies pressed together, tangled in wet jeans and anticipation.

Everything slowed for a moment as they looked at each other—eyes dark, cheeks flushed. There was no question. Just a shared silence that pulsed with trust and tension.

And then the rest of the night disappeared into heat, motion, and the sound of rain against the windows.