A fic
This is for ckanerock, but everyone else can read it too. Yes, Cin, I know you said to just throw myself into my NaNo, but I had to give you this little pittance as a way of saying thank you. You know why. :)
Feel the Rain
There was something about being outside during the rain that always calmed him. Perhaps it was the cool droplets running down his body, soaking his clothes, or perhaps the feeling that everything was washing away. Closing his eyes, he could feel the tension of the past days slowly leaving his body in the rivulets of rain that dripped from his cheeks.
I can't do this.
Feeling the warmth of his tears, he was unashamed, knowing that no one could see him. Part of him, the selfish part, wished the one he was crying over could see what he had been reduced to. He had always thought he was the strong one; one that would never feel the sting of rejection. But he knew that this rejection was unlike any other.
Leaning against the fencepost, he heard the reassuring sounds of hooves upon the ground. Opening his eyes, he saw the troubled stallion was prancing through the rain. Head held high and tail blowing in the wind, the horse seemed happy for the first time since being brought to the ranch. The other horses were crowded in the lean-to near the stable, and he knew they thought it beneath them to let a summer shower ruin their pristine coats.
Brian knew how the stallion felt. He understood the need to run through the rain without worries. In that moment he realized the seemingly wild beast was a kindred spirit, and without thought he heaved his body over the fence, his boots squishing in the moist ground of the pasture. Removing his hat, he let it hang on the nearby fencepost, not hearing the approaching thunder as the stallion came to a stop several yards away.
Heedless of his training, he approached the horse without preamble, keeping his eyes trained on those of the stallion. When he was within reach he stopped, his body motionless as the horse regarded him cautiously.
* * *
Alex held his breath as Brian and the stallion stared each other down. One hand on the rifle kept by the door, he was ready to run to Brian's aid, knowing the man was being foolish. Had he driven him to this?
Pushing the screen door open, he stepped out onto the porch, heart hammering in his chest as Brian moved closer. The horse looked ready to bolt at any second, and even from the distance Alex could see the terror in its stance. His feet were propelling him down the steps and across the yard, his teeth biting down onto his tongue to keep him from shouting at Brian.
But the horse suddenly relaxed, lowering his regal head in submission. Alex was astounded when Brian was allowed to move closer, gentle hands slicking down the wet neck, lips moving to form reassuring words. Steps faltering, Alex could only stare as Brian swung himself up onto the stallion's back, remembering all too well the feel of those powerful thighs around his waist.
He could only watch in amazement as man and horse turned and, hooves thundering, went towards the horizon. Leaving him behind.
~ end ~
Feel the Rain
There was something about being outside during the rain that always calmed him. Perhaps it was the cool droplets running down his body, soaking his clothes, or perhaps the feeling that everything was washing away. Closing his eyes, he could feel the tension of the past days slowly leaving his body in the rivulets of rain that dripped from his cheeks.
I can't do this.
Feeling the warmth of his tears, he was unashamed, knowing that no one could see him. Part of him, the selfish part, wished the one he was crying over could see what he had been reduced to. He had always thought he was the strong one; one that would never feel the sting of rejection. But he knew that this rejection was unlike any other.
Leaning against the fencepost, he heard the reassuring sounds of hooves upon the ground. Opening his eyes, he saw the troubled stallion was prancing through the rain. Head held high and tail blowing in the wind, the horse seemed happy for the first time since being brought to the ranch. The other horses were crowded in the lean-to near the stable, and he knew they thought it beneath them to let a summer shower ruin their pristine coats.
Brian knew how the stallion felt. He understood the need to run through the rain without worries. In that moment he realized the seemingly wild beast was a kindred spirit, and without thought he heaved his body over the fence, his boots squishing in the moist ground of the pasture. Removing his hat, he let it hang on the nearby fencepost, not hearing the approaching thunder as the stallion came to a stop several yards away.
Heedless of his training, he approached the horse without preamble, keeping his eyes trained on those of the stallion. When he was within reach he stopped, his body motionless as the horse regarded him cautiously.
* * *
Alex held his breath as Brian and the stallion stared each other down. One hand on the rifle kept by the door, he was ready to run to Brian's aid, knowing the man was being foolish. Had he driven him to this?
Pushing the screen door open, he stepped out onto the porch, heart hammering in his chest as Brian moved closer. The horse looked ready to bolt at any second, and even from the distance Alex could see the terror in its stance. His feet were propelling him down the steps and across the yard, his teeth biting down onto his tongue to keep him from shouting at Brian.
But the horse suddenly relaxed, lowering his regal head in submission. Alex was astounded when Brian was allowed to move closer, gentle hands slicking down the wet neck, lips moving to form reassuring words. Steps faltering, Alex could only stare as Brian swung himself up onto the stallion's back, remembering all too well the feel of those powerful thighs around his waist.
He could only watch in amazement as man and horse turned and, hooves thundering, went towards the horizon. Leaving him behind.
~ end ~