When The Rain Washes You Clean. (You'll Know.)

Epilogue.

2 Years Later.

"Shit." Leland's voice hitches in the back of his throat, he can feel the hotness of the water hitting his back; soaking into the aching muscles that he had from finishing work. He has one hand resting on the glass wall, the steam heavy enough to leave an imprint of the outline. While his other one comes up towards his face, where he cups his mouth with it - trying to stifle the noises that he's making. He can feel the moment something shifts behind him, the water ceasing behind his back for just a moment - before he feels those hands grip his hip, and he's biting down on the skin of his own palm.

The body moves closer behind Leland, almost draping themselves across his back - and he can feel their chin in the crook of his neck - a slight itch from the beard that they're presenting. It sends another type of shiver down Leland's spine, still not used to the way the texture of that hair feels on his body - and he has to stop a whimper that wants to fall past his lips. The hands on his hip, grip him just a little bit tighter; before he's feeling a smirk pressed against his skin as well.

"Your hair is getting longer again," Johnny's voice is deep against his skin, sending electricity down his body - before he feels one of Johnny's hands let go of his hip, trailing up his back; before curling into Leland's wet brown hair - slightly tugging it just a little bit, "Drives me just a little bit insane."

"So does your beard," Leland finally gets out, the small moan escaping from his lips when Johnny had tugged his hair back - and his other hand matches with the one on the glass, bracing himself a bit more better, "Tickles me." Leland says lightly, his eyes almost falling closed when Johnny tugs his hair once more.

He can hear the way that Johnny lets a small snicker out at that, before his head is moving just a little bit and that beard is tickling along the skin of Leland's neck. Making the younger man giggle just a tiny bit, before a shiver runs down his body - goosebumps enlightening on every inch of his skin. Johnny uses the grip he has in Leland's hair to tug him just once more, enough so the man's head leans back just enough for Johnny's lips to press against his neck. Leland's mouth falls open at that feeling alone, his eyes shifting shut as Johnny's mouth moves ever so gently; lighting up the fire that was simmering just beneath his veins.

His lower region was starting to react to the touches Johnny was giving him, and the steam in the shower wasn't helping with how much his body was flushing red. Johnny hasn't even done anything to really cause this kind of reaction for his body, but he can't help the way he just crumbles under Johnny's hands. Each touch is like fire, and Leland had no idea how cold he really was until the hands were on his body and Johnny's mouth was moving along his neck, littering it with pretty marks that drove his head insane. He could feel the way that he was starting to harden with each move of Johnny's mouth, and he couldn't stop the whimper that slipped past his lips - when Johnny's hand on his hip slowly started to move to Leland's front; resting on his lower abdomen.

"I don't think you understand, after all this time," Johnny's voice was close to Leland's ear once more, and his breath tickled the more he spoke, "Your body still drives me wild."

He shifts just a little bit behind Leland, and it was only then did he realise that Johnny's lower region was reacting the same way that his own was. He could feel how hard he was against his upper back thigh, Leland's brain short circuiting for just a moment - his hands spreading against the glass, before Johnny's fingers untangle from his hair - and Leland's head is dropping against the shower wall as well. He feels one hand trace down his rib cage lightly, the touch sending electricity straight down to his cock and he would just know that Johnny would be wearing that smirk proudly on his face right now.