Title: In the Second Month
By: Caroline Crane
Pairing: Speed/Tyler
Rating: PG
Summary: Futurefic. It hardly ever rains in Miami.

It hardly ever rains in Miami. Sure, there's hurricane season, when the tropical storms dump buckets of rain on the city, but that's more like a deluge than an actual rain shower. A whole day of rain tapping against the roof of the house is unusual, and this is the first time since they moved in that it's happened.

He hasn't said it, but he's grateful for the timing, because they've both got the day off for once and the fact that it coincides with the first rainstorm of the season is just a bonus. The unpacking is done – finally – and they've got nowhere to be for once, so they've pretty much spent the entire day just hanging out. And he never thought doing nothing could be so much fun, but that was before he met Tyler. Well, before he fell in love with Tyler, anyway, because if he'd known how nice just hanging out and doing nothing with Tyler could be he would have started years ago.

Right now they're stretched out on the couch, the TV on in the background but they stopped paying attention to whatever's on awhile ago. He thinks they might have been watching a movie, one of those old 80's flicks Tyler seems to love, but for the past forty minutes all Speed's attention has been focused on Tyler's mouth. And his neck, particularly that spot just behind his ear that makes him shudder and flex his fingers hard against Speed's arms. And then there's the hollow of his collarbone, partly hidden by his t-shirt and Speed's pretty sure he's already wrecked Tyler's collar.

Not that Tyler shows any signs of caring, because he's got one leg hooked over Speed's to hold him in place, body moving rhythmically and his lips part automatically when Speed finds his mouth again. The rain's still tapping out a rhythm against the windows, pounding a little harder now and the sound is enough to lull Speed into a sort of trance where nothing exists but him and Tyler and the storm outside.

Tyler lets out a contented 'mmm' when Speed pulls back to look at him, taking in swollen lips and skin flushed a flattering shade of pink.

"It's starting early this year."

"What?"

"Storm season," Tyler answers, hands sliding under Speed's shirt as he speaks.

He nods distractedly, not letting himself wonder when the first hurricane will hit and how many bodies they'll have to dig out of the wreckage this season. And he knows that should be the last thing on his mind right now, but it's hard to shut off those thoughts when he spends so much time thinking about death. Just another reason he's grateful for days like this, hours on end spent reminding himself of what it feels like to be alive.

The warmth soaking through his clothes is the best reminder he can think of, Tyler's breath on his ear when Speed leans in to suck hard at the side of his neck. There's the heart beating steadily under his hand, Tyler's heel digging into his thigh to drag him closer and the breathy gasps as Tyler arches up into the relentless suction on his neck. And he knows he shouldn't, because they have to go back to work tomorrow and everybody's going to know exactly where the mark on Tyler's neck came from, but he can't bring himself to care.

Not now, when it's just the two of them and the rain, not even the TV humming in the background anymore and it takes Speed a few seconds to register the sudden quiet. When he does he pulls back, glancing up long enough to register that the TV's off. "Did we just lose the power?"

"Did we?" Tyler murmurs, one hand sliding through Speed's hair to pull him forward. "Guess we'll miss the end of the movie."

"I think we already missed it," Speed answers, grinning when Tyler laughs and shifts under him.

"No loss. I'll take you over John Cusack any day."

Speed rolls his eyes at that, but he lets Tyler kiss him again, tongue teasing his lips apart. He groans against Tyler's mouth, one hand sliding down Tyler's side to pull his leg up around Speed's waist. And he knows he should get up and see if the whole neighborhood's lost power or if it's just them, maybe find a radio so they can find out if a storm warning's been issued. But Tyler's hands feel good on his skin, body shuddering with a muffled moan, and Speed can't think of a better way to wait out the storm.