Provided this isn't a double or something (as I can't predict other people, lol) and in honor of the storm that blew in with a roar very early this morning, May I request “I forgot you hated loud noise. Come here, I promise the thunder will stop soon.” Techienician plz. Love your work and hope you're having a great day :3
Ahhh, gosh, you’re such a peach! Thank you so much!
The house was old–really, really old. It had a lot of charm, the realtor had said, and Techie, to Matt’s astonishment, had fallen in love with it from the moment he stepped foot inside. Matt had been sure Techie would prefer something more modern, more minimalist, but no, this had been the house that had captured his heart. So be it. They put in a bid and they won.
For the most part, all the irregularities of having an old house had been smoothed out by the previous owners. It still took a little while to heat it or cool it, but it wasn’t so awfully drafty, and there was better wi-fi coverage than they had expected. All was well. All was good. Until the first storm came, right when Matt was getting home from work, and Matt learned that the acoustics of the house amplified all the surrounding outside noise, making it even worse, and already it was so loud. Techie had been working from home, sitting on the couch with a blanket over him, but his computer sat cast aside on the coffee table as Matt walked in the door, having just beaten the pouring rain.
“Are you okay?” Matt asked, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the banister before sitting down next to Techie. “It’s really coming down, huh?”
It was, Matt realized, maybe not the right thing to say. Techie looked as pale and drawn as if he had come down with a sudden illness, and when a thunderclap cracked, sounding like it had come directly above their heads, Techie suddenly bolted, blanket and all, into Matt’s arms.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Matt whispered, pulling him close, trying to adjust the blanket. “I forgot you hated loud noise. Come here, I promise the thunder will stop soon.”
“I know,” Techie whispered back. “I know that, I really do, I just–fuck, I hate it, Mattie. And I was sure you’d be home late because of the weather, and, I–”
“Don’t worry,” Matt told him. “I’ve gotcha. I’m here.”
There was another rumble of thunder, not so loud this time, just a warning in the background, gently shaking the house.
“That one’s not so bad,” Techie said, trying to be brave.
“It’ll settle down soon.”
“You hair’s wet,” Techie said, pulling the blanket around Matt too. “You just got caught in it, huh?”
“I missed the worst of it. Just as I got inside. Thank god you were in here and had everything warm and the lights on and all.”
“The lights might go out.”
“I don’t think so. We can just cuddle in the dark. Would you like that?”
The thunder growled again, and Techie pressed in closer. “Mmhm. I would.”
“Put your work away for the day.”
“Will you tell my boss why I didn’t finish it?”
“Of course. I’ll say it was very important to keep you snug and safe.”
The rain lashed at the windows, but Techie laughed, and the thunder only diminished from then.
