Let me be...

Your rainbow after the storm

Ever since the day Mark asked Bryce about his sexuality –which is the same day the younger had started an official relationship–, he's been acting as his big brother. Today that Ohm is at the shop with them isn't he exception.

When the blond leaves to get them some food, the brown-haired man is left alone with a bunch of questions to answer from the American.

Unlike Bryce, he seems to be completely ok with being identified as homosexual; plus, he's been helping Bryce with being more open about it, which makes Mark feel better around him. It all could have gone wrong and he sighs gratefully after confirming that it all is good between them.

He also learns that Ohm's real name is Ryan and that he's lived in the US for almost his whole life.

Another thing Mark finds interesting is the fact that he graduated with a Business degree. However, he can't get more information about that specific topic as their talk is interrupted by Bryce.

The three men eat in silence, finally getting along afterwards.

Ohm stays the whole day with them, joking around about any stupid topic they'd choose.

When it's time to close the shop, they say their goodbyes and part their ways.

Mark looks at the grey sky before putting his hoodie on.

He and Corey are supposed to meet in the same cafe they visited at the beginning of the week.

It is almost empty when the red-haired man enters, the waitress walking to his table almost immediately only to be asked to come back later since he's waiting for someone else.

The brunette smiles, understanding the situation. She leaves a pair of menus on the wooden surface before apologizing and leaving.

Mark sighs before taking out his phone from his pocket.

An unknown number is shown on the screen, but he just needs to read the text to know who it belongs to.

"How did you find me?" He mumbles, loud enough for his new companion to hear.

Corey, however, says nothing about it. He just clears his throat and points at the empty chair in front of Mark.

"Do you mind if I sit with you, sir?" He mocks with a smirk on his face.

The slightly taller man shakes his head, replacing the worry with happiness. "Please, I've been waiting for you."

After the waitress comes back and writes down their orders, the men share unimportant stories. Like how much Mark hates really sweet drinks and how Corey loves cake; soon arguing about pizza and if it should have pineapple on it or not. And these stupid conversations make their cheeks hurt from smiling, destroying all their daily doubts and suffering.

None of them notice how late it is until the owner of the cafe asks them to leave.

They both cringe in silence, but it doesn't last much as they're still together.

A few raindrops fall on Corey's hair, causing him to pass his hand through it and frown.

"Do you want me to take you home?" He asks before opening the front door of his car.

Mark remembers his unused Volkswagen in his garage, thinking it could have been a good idea to drive it this time. Now it's too late to change that fact though, and he knows that it doesn't matter how hard he tries to convince the Irish that he'll be ok, Corey will insist until he joins him inside the car parked between them.

And it happens.

Mark gives a million reasons to go back by himself, but Corey refuses to agree with all of them.

They end up in the same car they once sinned in, not letting those memories come to play as they're more focused on singing any song played on the radio.

They arrive to their destination in record time due to the lack of traffic, but they're not done talking. Therefore, they keep telling stories in the dark, outside the American's house.

Eventually, they approach those topics Mark will always run from. College. The reason why he moved to Ireland.

This forces him to cut him off politely, making up a rushed excuse before exiting the car.

Corey frowns and follows him immediately, not believing in what he's just said.

The rain is pouring hard, each drop makes their bodies cold, yet their souls remain warm when looking in each other's eyes.

Some mild lights and the moon are the only things that light the scene. But it's enough for Mark to see some perfect features of his angel's face.

He wasn't mistaken when choosing the nickname and that's exactly what makes his heartbeat faster with anxiety. His knees tremble because he wants to run away, but those angelic blue eyes just pull him closer until he's trapped between two skinny yet firm arms.

"You're going to get sick."

Corey says while squeezing his shoulders in reassurance, smiling up at him since he's even shorter now that Mark is standing on the sidewalk.

The American narrows his eyes, his face that once expressed fear and exhaustion now shows worry. Although the water runs down his cheeks mercilessly, he bets his life he sees tears falling from Corey's eyes, racing on their own until they get lost in his jawline.

Mark instinctively caresses his cheekbones in a failed attempt to dry the skin underneath his thumb, ignorant of the question he's just been asked.

It's until now that he determines how much it’s worth to risk it all for the man in front of him.

The pain and loneliness, it all pays off with a second next to him.

How cliché the moment is makes them laugh in their minds after reminiscing millions of movies they're mimicking. That doesn't stop them though, from leaning forward and forgetting all the demons that haunt them daily with a kiss.

And it's warm, sweet, free of desperate and lusty feelings

Shows comfort, happiness and positivity.

It's filled with care, worry and, most importantly, love.