Chasing Angels

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Brian stepped into the loft, he was cold and damp from trudging through snow. He was looking forward to a warm shower with a warm boy. He was about to take off his boots when he spied Justin's wet sneakers in a melting snowy puddle ruining his hardwood floor. Brian's line of sight followed a trail of wet clothes and sodden footprints leading to the bedroom. He was about to let out an angry shout when he heard Justin softly singing Christmas carols, the snick of the shower door closing and the water running.

Shaking his head and counting to ten, Brian tried to figure out how Justin got all his clothes wet. He didn't think it was a snowball fight. Justin couldn't throw a snowball to save his life. Building a snowman? Not on Liberty Avenue. What the devil did Justin get himself into?

Then a thought came to him. Brian quietly slid the door open and went to the roof. Gingerly he pushed open the heavy roof door. There, on the roof, lay a bevy of snow angels. One angel had a hand print in the middle of its head. Another had a sneaker print on its dress. Another angel had a broken wing. These were the prototypes of an artist perfecting his angels.

Taking a few more steps, Brian discovered the perfected angel. A halo graced its head, wings billowed and in the middle of its chest, a heart. In the heart, initials, BK n JT. Brian smiled and shook his head. Placing his cold hands into his pockets as he turned to go back downstairs, Brian stopped and took out his camera. He took pictures of the perfected angel and its not-so-perfect brethren then Brian went back to the loft.

Sliding the door closed and locking it, Brian shed his coat, removed his own boots and placed them along with Justin's wet sneakers on newspaper. Taking a large plastic bag, Brian followed the path of soggy clothes, picking them up along the way, finishing in the bedroom and with Justin's jeans. Brian quickly removed his own clothes then went into the bathroom, joining his partner in the shower.

Justin smiled as Brian entered the shower, wrapping his arms around his very own angel. Justin gently pushed back Brian to look up into the hazel eyes that reflected back his love.

"What?" Justin asked slightly tipping up his head to see Brian.

"Nothing." Brian whispered then kissing Justin thoroughly, their bodies responding to the heat.

"What is it, Brian?" Justin snaked his arms around Brian's neck.

"Nothing really. Just chasing angels."

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