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Bad
rainstorm it is ! And future!fic i guess… Thank you @lbc-tincan for sending this in! ❤

“Oh no,” Tin hears Can say under his
breath. There’s the shift in the mattress as Can stands, rustling the sheets in
his haste to get out of bed.

“Shit shit shit,” Can is repeating,
over and over, and Tin doesn’t understand why. He pats the empty space beside
him and opens his eyes to find Can staring out of the window, his tee-shirt
balled-up in his hands. “Fuck,” Can says.

“Can?”

Can jumps and gasps but doesn’t turn
to face Tin, stepping closer to the window instead and laying his forehead on
the glass with a sigh.

“The street is flooded. I can’t
leave,” Can says softly. Tin doesn’t see what the problem is: heavy rain means
flooded streets means staying in bed all day, and from what he can recall from
their student years Can was a heavy sleeper. The Can he knew would have jumped
on this chance to laze around in bed. Then again, the Can he knew disappeared
from his life two years ago. Things can change.

“So? Come back to bed,” he tries, but
he has a feeling Can will not.

“How long does it usually take for
the street to be clear again?” Can asks instead, still looking out of the
window.

“Half a day, probably. I haven’t
lived here long, I don’t know.”

“Great,” Can says flatly. “So we’re
stuck here for who knows how long. Just great.” He bumps his head against the
glass.

He doesn’t understand how Can can be
so eager to kiss him and fuck him only to turn around and want to leave in the
morning like nothing happened. Which means Tin greatly misunderstood what was
going on last night. Fuck. But then again, this is just his luck, isn’t it? When
Can marched up to the bar where Tin was nursing his drink, hair gloriously
tousled from all the dancing, and asked him if they knew each other, Tin had played
along. If Can wanted to erase the past and start again, pretending to be
strangers for a night, what harm could it do? They hadn’t seen each other in
two years, and Tin thought his feelings had finally faded but one kiss from Can
brought everything rushing back. He had led Can to his nearby apartment,
kissing urgently along the way, tasting the cocktails Can had drinked from his
lips. He remembers the way Can’s lips had looked wrapped around his cock, the
look on Can’s face when Tin returned the attention, remembers the way Can held
him so tightly as he came for the third time while Tin fucked him into
oblivion.

“Did you get what you came for,
then? One fuck and then goodbye, is that it? You’re not even going to talk to
me?”

Can looks at him and says nothing.
Tin’s getting whiplash from seeing Can rejecting him again.

“Go fuck yourself,” Tin says.

Whatever Can sees on Tin’s face
makes him steel his shoulders, nod once and walk towards the door.

“Really? What the fuck, Can?” Tin
says as he gets out of bed and stalks towards the other man. Up close, he can
see how Can’s lips are slightly trembling and how his eyes are red, and he
doesn’t want the fight to leak out of him but he just can’t stay mad. He feels
ten years younger all over again, and some distant part of his brain is
screaming at him for having learned nothing.

Can is evading his gaze again,
looking everywhere but at him.

“Hey,” Tin whispers and gently lifts
Can’s chin, and really it’s ridiculous how soft he is for Can again.

“You weren’t supposed to be you,”
Can whispers, and Tin doesn’t understand.

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t know it was really you. I
thought you were a random guy that looked a lot like Tin, and this morning you
were you, I don’t know what to tell you. And then the rain, and just, I don’t
know,” Can says. Tin tries to make sense of this, he really does, but how the
hell didn’t Can recognize him sooner?

“What the hell, Can?”

“I was very drunk? I don’t know! I
just saw you, or someone I thought I could believe to be you for a night, and I
suddenly missed you so much, and I’ve been hoarding regrets for so long, and –

Tin’s head is beginning to spin. “Cantaloupe,”
Tin begins, and Can bites his lips at the nickname, making Tin’s eyes trace the
shape of his mouth, ”let’s get back to bed, and talk, and maybe have breakfast,
and then I think I’d like to kiss you again, but then we’ll need to talk some
more.”