In the pitter-patter of the rain on so many cars, Ignis heard his name, a voice that cut through all the noise in the world for him, a voice he could recognise in a rock show. He looked around and on the other side was Way, waving at him and smiling, drenched to his bones, his white shirt plastered to his body, his khakis heavy and soaked, the leather shoes ruined and his glasses taken off.
“IGGY! BABY! HERE!” he shouted and waved, “HERE!” He gave Ignis an ear to ear smile, showing off his straight white teeth and dimples, his face covered with an overnight coppery shadow. Ignis ran across the road, navigating and jumping off stationary cars to Way’s outstretched arms.
When they met, it felt like they were apart for decades, they couldn’t hug tighter, their chins pushing into each other, their arms locking behind their backs and their lower half mashing. Way sighed a relief and moved one of his hands behind Ignis’s head and raised his face to him, “Iggy! I knew you would come, so I just started walking on the other side of the road. I knew.” He kissed Ignis, with no shame of being seen, no fear of any public display and not holding back the love and passion he felt for the man he loved.
“Me asustaste!” Ignis complained as they parted their lips and punched Way lightly on his chest, the rain beating down on them. “You know when I was looking for you, I saw there is a park on the other side. Do you think there may be a dry spot there?” Ignis asked.
“Dry spot … I doubt and for what?” Way was genuinely confused.
“You know … you are okay … I am okay and I don’t care about property and cars and stuff … and it may be a while until we reach home… we can… you know look for a dry spot for an end of the world bang bang…” Ignis teased and crushed his groin into Way’s pelvis.
“There may be snakes and muck and … stuff floating…” Way started saying and Ignis’ lips turned downwards in a disappointed frown. “But… but … let me finish … there may be a picnic bench in the park … where people camp and barbeque … it may not be dry but that’s good … no cleaning needed after I am done with your ugly ass.” He smiled and kissed the frown off his man’s lips, anything for Ignis … anything he wanted… Way knew that’s what his entire life will be like … to do whatever Ignis wanted.
They weren’t prepared but the fun was in the feeling of incredible urgency that they couldn’t wait and they had found a place to do it. The bench was surrounded with some thick bushes in a nook at the end of the park.
Way had taken Ignis’ raincoat off and laid it on the bench, he didn’t want anything hurting Ignis. Ignis had taken his wet shorts and underwear off and Way had pushed his soaked pants and underwear to his knees. Ignis sat on the high part of the table with his feet on the bench, facing Way.
He warped his legs around Way’s hip to ensure increased friction. Way used his incredible strength to raise Ignis off the bench as he penetrated him using his spit and the water from the heavens beating down on them. It was not the first time they were fucking without lube, as there were times they got so hot for each other it got unstoppable, but even after being together for more than two years, this was their first time on a park bench.
Way pushed into Ignis, suspended in the air a couple of inches above the table, he had his body wrapped around Way, as he bit his lower lips and grunted at the pleasure and pain. “Huh!” Way groaned, raising Ignis higher and holding him tightly around his waist with one hand and supporting his neck and head with the other. He moved his hips, taking his eight inches out till only the head kept lodged in Ignis’ incredibly tight channel and whispered, “You okay Baby! Tell me if it hurts!” Ignis kissed Way’s cheek, “Hmm! Fuck Me Doc!” He loved it that for Way it wasn’t only if he was tight but it mattered to him that he was alright.
He kissed Way, licking his tongue, drinking and sharing the rain water between them, as Way moved in and out of him. After a long time of fucking Ignis raw, Way came inside him, drenching his insides with a natural lube. Way was still rock hard, the rain, floods, fear of loss, finding Ignis looking for him and this public sexual voyage making him want Ignis again and again. He slowly laid his most important possession on the raincoat covered table, raised his body on it and kept fucking Ignis in a missionary positon, frothing his cum in Ignis.
He went down on Ignis, kissing the tip of his penis, making him squirm in beautiful agony. Way pursed his lips together and gave Ignis dick small pecks. He then opened his lips slightly and gently squeezed the tip of his penis between them. He slobbered over his lover’s dick and with saliva on his lips, gently ran them over his penis and then sucked on the top of his penis, making Ignis grunt and push into Way’s wanting mouth, making him take his dick to the root and came down his throat.
Way got up and gathered Ignis onto his arms, penetrating him again, hard by just giving pleasure to his man. As they moved with each other, Ignis came again drenching their already wet t-shirt and let go of his body, satiated and blissed as Way supported him and continued fucking him till he came again. They were not able to move and laid entangled for some time, trying to breathe.
“My feet are cold” Way smiled against Ignis lips, making Ignis grab his hair and kiss him one last time on the bench. “Take the shoes off and let’s get you in dry clothes and we can tie these plastic bags on your feet.” Ignis said and touched his man’s lips with his.
Way held on to Ignis with the love he felt, “More than me … you know that right?” Way kissed the centre of his world and life.
Ignis took off his t-shirt, showing his incredible naked physique and cleaned Way’s cum in him and his on him and Way’s body, “You better … I am your best bet when you are an old, senile, horny man, shouting at neighbours kids playing at our yard. Now let’s go to that washroom and change and then get wet again on our walk home.”
“What are you smiling about?” Way touched Ignis lips with his index finger, looking up from the MRI reports he was reading.
“Remember that time in the park?” Ignis kissed Way’s finger.
“After the hike with Bru and Jo?” Way smiled and kissed Ignis’ abs which were closest to where he was seated.
“Ya! I forgot about that! We were asked by that rando if we wanted him to join us!” Ignis grinned at the memory.
“Ya! I would have beaten the shit out of him… no one touches you!” Way got up and kissed Ignis, “This one is taken and accounted for.” He kissed Ignis, who was lying on the hospital bed with his back raised.
Ignis had surprised everyone besides the Davis brothers, at the speed with which he recovered, his incredible endurance to pain during treatment and recovery physiotherapy, but mostly his mental health, the clarity and maturity with which he progressed through the aftermath of the attack and his unshakeable love for Way, who had a harder time with the trauma of almost losing his husband. Ignis had a propensity to lose weight which he did, making him look ten years younger and his hair grew to almost his shoulders.