Electricity is a curious phenomenon.
I don't know much about it, but I do know that sometimes, we don't really think about it. It's there—it's everywhere we go. Sometimes we don't notice it. We can go through most of our lives without giving it any thought. It might not even pass through our conscience. Because, the fact is, it isn't something we all talk about. With its exceedingly conventional presence, maybe it should be a common topic of conversation or even casual remark. We're associated with it every day. It wasn't innovated---it's as natural and atmospheric as weather—it's been around for millions of years, up in the clouds. It's almost like the weather—'Weather's nice today, eh?', you might say. No one ever really says, 'Electricity's fine today.' Or 'How's the electric currents today?' No.
About the only time we ever truly think about it is when we don't have it. When we're in the dark, we try to find that electricity again—the light—because life revolves around electricity.
Electricity is just charged particles. They rub right past eachother seemingly unphased , creating friction and currents until it all builds up and finally you get a bolt or a spark. Then something happens. We have light or energy. There is fulfillment. Electricity powers our world and everyone in it.
I never really thought about electricity, either. It's only modern human nature.
Until you lose it or it affects you in a profound way, it will sparsely ever cross your mind. You were born knowing it existed. The way you were born, undoubtedly, was monitored by various electronics. That is why your mind assumes harping on the concept is for physicists. Not so.

It had thunderstormed all day long. The ground was marshy and soupy and the sky was dim, dark blue clouds caked over it, hanging above like a canopy.
It had briefly stopped raining, but everything was windblown and the trees were tousled. Things were displaced.
I'd watched out my window half of the time, but one of the times I'd been looking, I saw the big oak in my backyard be struck by lightning; there was a loud CRACK! that caused a now-ablaze branch to break off and splash into my pool. I was startled, but astounded. Witnessing the fiery bough was shocking enough to my peril-senses, and the simple fact that it just happened to fall into my in-ground swimming pool  and miraculously extinguish itself was beyond my comprehension. The tree could have easily caught fire completely, or spread to my lawn or even my tall, wooden fence.
Instead, the small, flaming bough had chosen the high-dive into my pool, shattering the surface of the periodically undisturbed water.

It was twilight now, and I wanted to go and rescue the charred branch from its fate. It seemed only a cordial gratuity to pay for something so remarkable.
I ambled out cautiously to my yard, alone, and surveyed my property for any other extensive damages. There were none, not counting the deflated pool-raft in the bushes, and everything was disheveled but not damaged.
I went poolside, staring at the branch. It was just floating around miserably in the cerulean-teal water. The lights at the bottom of the pool shined upward onto the flotsam and its structure cast spidery, silhouetted shadows on the pool floor. It drifted towards me.
I eyed it carefully, and bent over. I had to stretch out my fingers and strain my arm because it was farther from the edge than I'd visually anticipated.
I could almost reach it…just a little closer, and I'd have it.

But suddenly, I was no longer reaching for the marooned bough.

I felt light-headed and my eyes flashed closed on dumb, human instinct. Then I was cold. I was submerged. My eyes snapped back open almost immediately, divulging me in a blue water world.
I floated slowly downward, bubbles fizzing to the surface from the commotion my rupturing of the still-water had made. Confusion filled me up like the water rushing into my nose and throat, lapping at my wind-pipe like needles. I bumped the bottom gently. The water, which had seemed so tranquil before, was now roaring in my ears and the urge to take a big gulp of air came upon me. I realized I must have leaned over too far, causing myself to lose balance and fall in. It had to have been a pretty tough splash; the wind was knocked right out of me.
I floated upward awkwardly, my throat burning from the chlorine. The light guided my way easily to the top, but I did not have the endurance to admire it. When my head broke the surface again after what seemed like a century, I took my first desperate, shocked breath and coughed hard, trying to blink the chemicals from my eyes. Droplets slid quickly down the bridge of my nose and behind my ears.
While gasping, I looked around wildly for someone who may have seen. Of course, my yard was fenced in and I was home alone, yet my cheeks were colored instantaneously with redness and humiliation.
A light, shrill noise contrasted with my sputtering and hacking to rid my lungs of H₂O. My own coughs of regurgitated water muffled out the tuneful chime.
I rubbed my eyes and brought them to face the animate object standing outside of my soggy, surprise, booby-trap.

"Ray!", the figure giggled, shifting slightly. My eyebrows interweaved in perplexity.

"G-Gerard? What…? What are you…?"

There he was, one of my best friends, standing at the edge of the pool.
It was odd enough to see him here on a Sunday night. I hadn't been expecting him in the least—usually I just did Sudoku alone on Sundays; no one visited. And Gerard was, besides, usually busy. But, here he was, alright.
Even more odd, he was completely here. Yes.
He was just standing in front of me…naked. Nude.

"Hiya, Ray…", he hummed melodically, batting those long, feminine eyelashes in my direction.

My first thought was intoxication. He had to drunk, right? Why the hell else would he show up out of fucking nowhere in my backyard completely naked?

"Gerard, are you drunk?", I asked, and then another question hit me suddenly, "Did you push me in the pool!?"

He giggled girlishly. His giggles tended to be pip-squeaky and scratchy, a mixture of the effects of his singing voice and his smoking.

"No, why do you ask that?", he purred contently, shifting poses a bit, looking like he was trying to show off or catch interest.
What was he doing?

"Uhm…maybe because you're naked…", I said, teeth chattering from the water's temperature.
It was a humid night, but I wasn't accustomed to this water yet.
I saw his shoulders rise and fall suddenly as he shrugged. A smile spread across his face from ear to ear and he crouched, shifting onto his behind and dangling his legs into the shallow azure.

"Nice night for a dip, hm?", he remarked nonchalantly, still sing-songing his verses.

I was still pretty much shell-shocked. I was frozen to my place in the center of my pool, treading water and watching him.
He was so bare. There was so much skin. He was exposed entirely.
He reminded me immediately of a blank canvas, his buttercream, porcelain skin glowing in the lavish moonlight that dared incise the haze in the sky. His smile was a flawless crescent on the perfect sculpture of his face.
I studied his golden-olive eyes and found faintly sedated playfulness within them, as well as an overwhelming amount of desire, so much so that my heartbeat picked up somewhat.
Two dark rouge patches of embarrassment filled each of my cheeks.

Somehow, I found my common sense again, at least long enough to ask, "Why are you here?"

Gerard amused himself by splitter-splattering his toes in the pool water, sitting on the edge charmingly.  I watched him point his toes like a dancer, the silvery globules rolling off of them and making pulses as they dripped onto the water's surface. He held a vague smile, but somehow still managed to look like a lustrous lantern or something close to bioluminescent. He was like a sprite. Or a fairy.
Or a fallen angel.
He looked up at me again, and I swore I'd never seen anyone so beautiful in my life. His vibrancy struck me like lightning.

"I came to see you, Ray.", he peeped out endearingly. His cheeks were colored a peachy-pink. He was a cherub from the indigo heavens beyond.

I watched as he slipped gracefully into the pool, barely disturbing the water at all as he glided beneath the surface.
For a moment, I just waited for him to surface. He did not.
My gaze flitted to the water in front of me and my heart zapped my nerves as he swam slowly towards me in the water's encasement. He was like a mermaid…his inky hair a scarlet seaweed under my secret sea.
He finally surfaced in front of me, just a few inches in proximity. I stared into his eyes because they were there, and he gazed right back. Some kind of warm affection was there, but I couldn't be sure why.

"You know, Ray, it won't be as cold if you take off your clothes. They weigh you down, too, not to mention hold excess cold water.", Gerard acknowledged matter-of-factly. He reached for the hem of my shirt and I let him.
His silky-smooth fingertips pushed my shirt over my pecs, holding my arms out of the way to get it off and over my head.
His smile widened, and his hands laid flat against my breastplates. He had long fingers, I noticed. Piano player's fingers, more or less.
It was almost like I was paralyzed. Thunderstruck. It wasn't that I couldn't move, but I just didn't.

"Gerard…", I whispered, "What are you doing here?"
This was the second time I'd asked him.

His smile faded a little, looking a bit rejected. But I could tell my question didn't hurt his pride much.
He tilted his head to the side a little, leaning in closer. Our noses could almost touch. Admittedly, I wasn't breathing.
It seemed like he was going to kiss me. And what if he did? I wasn't sure what my reaction would be—what it should be.

"Ray.", he whispered ever-so-quietly, just enough to gain my attention.

Our eyes met and I watched his eyes slide closed, concealing his passionate orbs, and in a moment that I didn't measure with time, his lips met mine.

Something in my chest jittered wildly, and an untamed source of energy pulsed through my heart. His pink lips were velvet and satin, the unconditional definition of rightness and perfection. They felt amazing as they gently, lovingly, caressed my own time and time again.
I kissed back. It was slow and gradual, but I did it.
I could feel the voltage rushing through him as he, little by little, became chest to chest with me.
The feeling was irresistible. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. It was like euphoric sparks.

I felt the carefully calculated release of his lips on mine, gentle suction creating a resistance of their departure.
I watched the crystal droplets of chlorine water slide down his pastel cheeks and create a sparkling dew on his long lashes.
He was beautiful. I began to wonder if I was still on earth, or had Gerard and I fallen into our own dimension?

We didn't speak. We looked at eachother, almost waiting for the other to say something, but neither of us did.
Our eyes locked and he disappeared below the water again. I was missing him already, but I felt his fingers on my tummy and smiled slightly, but uneasily. Gerard unbuttoned my jeans and began to pull at them.
Wait—he was taking my pants off? I should be panicking. I should be stopping him, screaming, getting uncomfortable.
I was anything but opposed to what he was doing. Anxious, tense, and confused, but not hostile. I felt the leathery, wetness of my denim slip off my legs, and then the next thing, the final façade, were my boxer briefs.

Now we were both floating idly in the pool, absolutely exposed. The hair on my arms and especially neck, back, and chest prickled with static electricity, standing on end.
Gerard came up, taking a deep breath, lips parted slightly. He opened his eyes again. The way the water ran off his chest and shoulders and dimpled face was stunning.

"Ray, you're so handsome.", Gerard murmured, treading closer and pressing our torsos together for a second time. He wrapped his arms around my neck and we drifted backwards a little ways, my back at last touching the cold wall of the pool.
My voice finally, perhaps, unlocked itself. "Ger-Gerard…you are the most gorgeous…beautiful thing I've ever seen right now. I…I…"

He smiled, raising his finger to my lips. "Shhh. Thank you.", he whispered.

That was enough. I put my arms cautiously around his waist and pulled him a bit closer.
He pecked my lips softly, and then trailed small, sweet, butterfly kisses across my jaw. Eventually, he made it to my neck. He kissed my neck leisurely, taking his time with the detailed task of his rose-petal lips on my warm, damp, skin.
It was a whole new feeling. Something I'd never really dreamt of, though it seemed like a dream. It felt so good.
His mouth opened a little bit more, teeth scraping lightly against my skin. This caused my bottom lip to tremble, especially as he bit down, letting the feeling sink in before he gave mind to the somewhat swollen mark, sucking it sensuously. I let out a little mumbling sound of being satisfied, undoubtedly encouraging him.
Gerard pulled back slightly, remaining millimeters from me. He touched my chest again, running his palms down to at least my belly button, then moving them caressingly up and down my sides. His hands shifted again to hook under my arms and behind to my back. He stroked the skin stretched over my shoulder blades, pressing us together. I could feel his circuit buzzing busily--his heart. It was beating like a metronome, but as was mine.

Thrilling vibes pulsed through me at this. I slid my hands over the small of his back slowly, hoping my calloused fingertips wouldn't be a bother, scanning his face for a sign of feedback. He took a deep breath, bowing his head to the crook of my neck again and placing layer after layer of kisses all along my shoulder, up my neck, and over my clavicle bone. There was a growing heat in my stomach, butterflies turning to flame-winged eagles.

"Ger-r-rard…", I mumbled out of reflex as he nipped gently at my jugular vein, tracing my Adams apple with the tip of his tongue. He stopped, and for a moment I worried, but then I feel him shift and became suddenly and unexpectedly aware of his arousal. I didn't know nor feel like I'd been very stimulating at all, though I felt his hot, taut, organ against my inner thigh.
I swallowed hard, unable to bear my own excitement any longer—his electrons had certainly transferred through to me and my pulse was a tremor of exhilaration.

His left hand dipped into the blue water, but I was on edge and dazed, unable to follow its path with a gaze and too focused on the tiny tingles of energy on my fingertips as they explored Gerard's torso, found his lush wet hair, and touched his jaw. The unobserved palm and phalanges wrapped around my length, causing me to splutter softly, settling into the soothing pleasure of another; a particularly tempting and alluring other.

"Is this alright?", Gerard murmured against my earlobe, steamy, inviting breath seeping into my eardrum carrying an inquiry that was unquestionably acceptable to me.

The gravity of the situation did, in fact, touch base with me at this moment. One of my best friends had his hands, the same ones he touched his wife with, on me. Just me. And if intoxication hadn't caused him to act this way, what had? There was something I was missing…something I didn't know or something he didn't tell me. Regardless, if his procedures at this moment in time were not blind to human reason, then he knew what he was doing and I was allowing it. I was not rejecting these advances. Acknowledging this, I became conscious of the fact that everything was under my control, my power—Gerard was waiting for me. He couldn't proceed unless he knew what I felt.

I did not harp on this explicit train of thought as Gerard slid his hand grudgingly slow on me, studying my red-faced reaction. My eyes flickered to meet his as my breath caught in my throat a little. He was so close, pushed up against me so much that I could feel his erection on my inner hip. He smiled a bit, making me practically lose my mind when his thumb grazed the head of me generously.
I omitted a puff of air and put an arm around his neck, drawing him closer as our lips crashed together more heatedly. One of my hands dove down and groped his ass cheek in a spirited but welcoming manner, and the reverberation from his golden vocal chords was so beautiful and liberating that I let out my own short moan. Breathing against me, his tongue was granted entrance to my mouth and he toured it gratefully.
I felt something warm and firm curl around my waist, but it wasn't an arm since Gerard had moved both of his to my neck and shoulders for the moment. It was his right leg, bending and adjusting to fit around my middle until he let out a little sigh and met my curious gaze.

It was only then, seeing the lightning in his eyes, that I knew what he wanted. It jump-started me like a thousand volts and I was suddenly wide-eyed and stupefied.

He met my lips, sensing my insecurity, slowly and meaningfully. Although this was supposed to be a distraction, I felt him tightening his leg around me. My heart thumped madly, passionately, out of control as the tip of my length prodded unexpectedly at his puckered entry. Innumerous gasps, almost like I were drowning, escaped my throat until he silenced them with another fatal lip collision. I tilted my head back and to the side, back to the wall, as he lowered onto me with a bit of impenetrability. I was sputtering like a madman and most likely sweating, just like this.
Gerard was persistent—with patience my member glided into his body. I felt him shake so hard I half expected him to go limp and swoon. He did not; he moaned vocally, a smirk spreading across his lips for a moment after he had gotten used to the alien object inside of him. I watched his face, an unbearable look between pleasure and torture screwing up his features a bit. He bit his lip, making me shiver with desire, and began to move. I threw my head back.

We'd spent more time together than I had thought. The sky was a dusty, star-studded, black with wispy shades of clouds in places. The night had gotten hotter. It was quiet, not counting our blissful noises.
A couple million memories of me and Gerard flashed across my mind. I wasn't sure if it was bizarre of me to think of him so fondly, so lovingly.

He had begun with a slow, unhurried pace; rolling his hips forward against mine. I felt obliged to take his slim hips in my hands and hold onto him, if only for support. My thumbs worked gently over his jutting hipbones, encouraging his many moans. A few times his hips grazed mine and that send shudders down both of our spines. I could tell he craved some more, and I genuinely wanted to please him because this was undoubtedly the best thing I'd felt in ages.
Gerard fixated both legs around my waist now, having to hang on my neck to hold himself up. I put one of my hands on his behind to lighten him a bit for himself, and one hand stayed guiding his hips.
Gerard's tempo picked up a few notches, sending sparks through me as I began to earn more and more depth into him. It was a better angle, a more suitable one, at least, for his pleasure. He whined and moaned whenever he was not gasping.
I panted, my fingers leaving red marks already on his skin. He began to roll his hips inward faster, and I could feel his pulse racing hard. Both of my hands gripped his legs so he would be more steady, but it was only then I felt his thighs shaking hard, about to give in to intense fatigue.

"G-Gerard….wait, baby…lemme help you.", I stammered, suddenly thrown from my dream state.

He still continued rocking forward and back, but slower again. I glided through the water, arms around him, until I was sitting slouched on the pool's half-submerged steps with him in my lap. My elbows ground against the pavement when he briefly pushed me backward to kiss me generously.

But he returned to the feverish movement of his body. Somehow like this, he'd sunk down even more, letting me deeper inside him still. He shifted just barely, but I unconfidently lifted my own hips to thrust. This action made him release a moan unlike any other—shrouded with pure, unadulterated delight. The sound alone was enough of an angelic symphony to make an entire professional choir envious; he tossed his head back and grinded himself down rougher, giving himself a repeated feeling.
I uncertainly wrapped my fingers around his erection and he panted hard, leaning in to bury his face in the crook of my neck. He bounced and rolled almost simultaneously, his rapidity working up a feeling of static and thrill in the very pit and oriface of my abdomen.

My thumb felt the wet fluid leaking from his tip as I cautiously slid my fist up and down on his member. I felt his moan vibrate my neck, then his hot breath spill over my shoulder as he panted. I worked my hips upward a little more, intensifying the reaction we both had.
I moaned and shuddered violently, a quick wave washing through me. The rest shocked me like an electric feel—like invisible, liquid lightning coursing through my veins. Pulsations rebounded off organ and bone, sending my body into the most sensational ripple of ecstasy I'd ever felt.

Gerard worked up little noises, mostly "Ah"s, as he rocked his hips and I collided with his sweetest spot a final time. His back arched in this really artistic and beauteous way, and I could almost see the current whirling up his spine and shocking his nerve-endings; a climax that had without a doubt been an equally invigorating experience.

We stayed like that, gasping for air. He kissed my neck slowly, and then sat up again, away from his hunched form. His body looked flawlessly shaped, perhaps created from the mediums of DaVinci. My eyes roamed over him, admiring his figure and the way he personified himself. He rested his forehead against mine and I put my hands on his waist.
I wondered if I should tell him what all of that had felt like to me. Maybe he did that so often, it had no profound effect on him at all.

When I met his eyes again, off of cloud nine, he was smiling. That alone lit up the night.

"We should get out of the pool now.", I proposed, not waiting for an answer as I picked him up effortlessly and then set him on the ground, still clinging to me.

"Ray, I want to stay with you. I don't want to leave.", he told me sincerely, gazing up into my dark brown eyes with a bit of unease.

I nodded. "Come on, then, you can stay the night."
He beamed and scampered across the yard with me, hand in hand, until we reached the sliding glass doors that would take us inside. I let him in first, water and sweat dripping off his body, making a scene too stunning for me to mind the wet carpet.

Our feet were covered in wet grass from our trek across the backyard, I noticed, as I took him to my bedroom and set him softly on the downy sheets. My own wife was out of town, visiting her mother. I realized I hadn't given a thought about her until now.
Gerard smiled at me toothily and I couldn't help but flash him a small smile, too, yet I blushed.

"Did you—where are your clothes?"

Gerard giggled musically and responded, "I dunno. In one of the shrubs in your yard."

I laughed, just a short, "Heh", and dug in my dresser drawers. I dressed myself in a clean pair of linen boxers and then tossed Gerard one of my t-shirts. He slipped it over his head and it was like he has gone swimming in the fabric. When asked, he didn't mind though—apparently he liked how it smelt of me.
The boxers I'd given him were a problem, though. He was just too skinny.
He argued that it was a warm enough night—and the shirt covered him mostly. I was too tired by now to think of a better idea, anyway.

I crawled into the big bed and pulled the string on the lamp beside the bed, enveloping the room in darkness. The breezy summer air blew the white curtains inward slightly, casting a dark gray shadow on the wall behind us. Gerard straight-away scooted himself over and wrapped his arms around my middle. There was something so fulfilling about this that gave me an odd feeling; though, not to say odd is terrible.

I felt one, with him. Saying my life felt complete would be a good way to describe it, but would probably sound really cliché.
I'd known Gerard for so long, yet here we were really harping on eachother for the first time. It was only because of those first sparks, our friction; him showing up at my house.
It was familiar, like things had always been this way, but at the same time it was new. Even in the dark room, Gerard was my little night-light.

We had it all down to a science already.

He was like electricity in a way—we were.