Rain
Shinya/RC (Dir en grey/Reader's Choice)
(NR)
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The outdoor photo shoot was called on account of rain.

From the window of the bus, he watched Shinya. The younger man was wandering along the tree line, still wearing the costume they’d selected for him; make up running, but still shockingly and breathtakingly beautiful.

He couldn’t keep his eyes from the lithe figure moving through the fog. Shinya’s blonde hair fell around his shoulders, glowing in the misty rain that clung to it. He moved slowly, his eyes and mind far away, lost in some place only he could get to. The rain picked up and Shinya stopped, spreading his arms and tipping his face to the skies, radiance shining in his sodden skin. His eyes slipped closed and his lips parted, tasting the rain, taking it into himself like a lover.

Shinya spun slowly on the spot, the skirt of his costume brushing the wet grass, sliding soundlessly around his ankles. Wet leather shone and the skin of his bare arms dripped with water. Slowly, with achingly tender hands, he removed the gloves and dropped them to the ground, tipping his palms to the sky, catching raindrops in his hands.

In that moment, Shinya’s beauty was complete.

With a grace that most men would never know, Shinya dropped to his knees in the wet grass, digging his fingers into the moist earth before him. Shinya smelled it, closing his eyes as he inhaled the scent of the dirt on his hands. A smile crept onto his features as he tipped his head back once more. From the window, his watcher could almost see the drops of rain tracing the planes of Shinya’s face, streaming down his neck and out of sight beneath the collar of his shirt. Shinya shivered as the cold water met with the warmth of his torso, his smile widening.

He finally noticed that Shinya was crying.

Through the window, he watched Shinya, adored Shinya. Wanted Shinya. He ached to hold the drummer, to kiss his eyes, his cheeks, his lips. He ached to the point that his body was wracked with it. He wanted to run out into the rain, to embrace the drummer, to whisper into his ear and tell him that he loved him, that he’d never be alone. That he’d always be there, all Shinya need do is reach out. He wanted to be there, to hold the earth covered hands and tenderly caress the rain kissed lips. He wanted to be the one to see the place that Shinya went to when his eyes were far away. He wanted to make Shinya smile again.

Without a thought, he left the bus and joined his friend, and lover, in the rain.