This has been a bitch of a spring.  Pollen everywhere.  Not that there isn’t pollen everywhere, but this year it’s been worse.  

Even Justin’s ‘real’ allergies have been acting up.  Sneezing, snotting.  Puddles of snot on my chest when I wake up.

Nasty.  I know he can’t help it; it just happens a lot when he’s sleeping.

I bought a top of the line air-filtration system for the loft just to help Justin breathe easier.  Not that it’s helped too much.  I guess it’s just an unusual year for pollen.

Woo fucking hoo.  The trees and grass are having an unusual year for their particular kind of sex.  

Even my ‘vintage’ corvette has taken on a dusty yellow tinge.  No matter how often I get the car washed, the next morning it’s slightly yellow again.  That is unless it’s rained.  Then I have spots and other shit on it.  Leaves, twigs, dead bugs.  

Justin and I were driving down some road.  Don’t even remember where we were coming from.  Maybe from visiting Gus.  Linds’ neighborhood has lots of trees.  Lots of shit to land on my car. 

So I’m driving, turning my wipers on the get the yellow shit off of the windshield, and it starts to rain.  

I notice a twig is caught under the wiper blade.  Then the rain comes down harder.  Fucking twig is still caught under the wiper blade.  Watching said twig going from side to side is really annoying me.  Then a leaf drifts down and joins the twig under the rubber blade.

The last thing I need is for said twig to scratch the windshield.  Trying to get one for ‘vintage’ cars can be a fucking pain in the ass.  And not in a positive life affirming way.

I’m cursing at my annoyances.  Justin has a shitty-looking grin on his face.  Says that I’m anal.  

I tell him that I thought he liked my being anal.  He confirms my anal-ness with a laugh.

Leaf and twig are really, really bothering me.  I pull over to the side of the road and get out to remove said annoyances when the rain pours down like the heavens have opened up.  

After removing the leave and twig, I get back into the car and see that Justin is really trying not to laugh at my predicament.  At least not too hard or too loud.

I’m soaked to the skin.  Then, I start to shiver so on goes the heat.  And Justin’s laughter erupts at my discomfort.

I’ll get the little fucker.

We pull up near the front of the loft building.  Near but not directly in front.  Just far enough that Justin will get wet as well.  We’ll see who laughs at whom now.

Justin opens his door when another deluge begins.  He shrieks as the cold rain soaks through to his skin as well.  Who’s laughing now?

I walk nonchalantly towards the door and punch in the security code.  Good thing that I have long legs.  The door buzzes open and I manage to slip inside and pull the door closed and hold the handle tightly.  All the while Justin is outside the door getting wetter by the second and bitching me out.

Finally, I take pity on him and open the door and he drips his way inside.  Luckily the elevator in waiting on the ground floor, so we ride, ever so slowly, to the top floor.  We manage to get our sodden clothes off each other in the breezy shaft.  Finally arriving at our floor, I quickly grab our soggy clothes and manage to get the door open.  Shivering.  Justin’s skin is beginning to look paler than usual, taking on a light blue color.

So I drag him into the shower and turn the water up as warm as I know he can stand it.  Not as hot as I like, but I don’t want to burn his beautiful pale body.

I turn off the spray and reach out for a towel from the warmer.  That towel warmer was a great investment.  Holding out the warm towel, I gather Justin in its warmth and start gently rubbing his arms to stimulate the blood flow.  I notice that his teeth are chattering.

Moving towards the bed, I lift Justin gently and place him in the middle.  I finish drying off and climb in behind my lover, drawing his body back against mine, wrapping my arms around him.  

Then I hear him muttering something.  I really have to listen closely to figure out what his chattering mouth is saying.  

“I didn’t think that little twig would cause all this.”

Little shit. 

I’ll get him back with an annoyance of his own.  Only it won’t involve freezing our fucking balls off in the cold-assed rain.