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It was cold and wet as Tom and Charlie trudged uphill through the woods. The scent of pine trees and damp earth was strong. Lichen glowed after the rain. At the top there was a magnificent view, or there would be if the clouds lifted. On a good day it was possible to see right across the valley to the mountains of Snowdonia rising beyond. Beyond the mountains was the sea and then Ireland, and beyond that, the Atlantic Ocean all the way to New York.

Tom reached for Charlie’s hand, and found it slick with rain. He pulled Charlie toward him and they kissed, faces speckled with tiny drops of moisture. Their lips were warm, and Charlie smelled of sheep’s wool from the new sweater he had bought from a craft stall on the market.

“It’s still too warm, really,” Charlie said. “But it’s cooling down. Don’t you feel it cooling down?”

“You can keep me warm,” Tom said. He slipped his hands under the bottom of Charlie’s new sweater, and he kissed Charlie’s neck below his ear.

“You’re tickling me,” Charlie was laughing, but he didn’t move away. Tom’s dick was obviously on board as Charlie pushed him against a tree and their kisses became deeper, tongues tangling. Charlie was hard too. They drew away to breathe and Charlie laughed again. “I can’t get enough of you, Tomos Dylan,” he said. “I even want to fuck you in the rain.”

“I dreamt about this,” Tom said. “This exact situation. You and me, in the rain, talking about fucking. Kissing against a tree.”

“This is real.”

“Is it though? It seemed real in my dream, only I couldn’t wake up. That’s how I knew it was a dream. I dreamed I was waking up and realised I was still dreaming. I’m not making any sense.”

Charlie pulled Tom even closer, cupping his cheeks with wet hands. “Did I do this in your dream?” And kissed him again. “Were we getting married next week in your dream? Did we decide to abandon this soggy walk in your dream and go home so you could fuck me into the mattress and then I could do the same to you?”

“None of that,” Tom said, “but it all sounds good.”

“It’s not a dream,” Charlie said, the love bubbling up inside him making him feel weightless with elation. “Come with me and I’ll prove it.”

THE END

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