It was hot.
Stifling.
Two newboys sat on a bench in central park, lazily fanning themselves with the remains of a last paper. Dutchy was pink and flushed, and he slowly pushed the hair out of his eyes with his fingers. Specs was clearly exhausted, and exhaled softly.
Taking initiative, Dutchy got up and walked over to the fountain. He splashed his hands around in the lukewarm water and ran his wet hands through his hair. He dunked his hands in again before returning to the bench, where Specs' eyelids had lazily fluttered shut. Dutchy snuck up behind him and shook his hands out, spraying Specs with little drops of water.
"Dutchy...Cut it out..." Specs mumbled, irritated, but refreshed at the slightly cooling sensation. He flailed his arms, too tired to try and actually hit Dutchy. "Now I'm all wet..."
"Eh, it'll be good for you. It's so hot..."
"Tell me something new."
"Here, let me help you with that." Dutchy walked over to Specs and used the sleeve of his shirt to dry his wet skin. Specs shooed him away. "Knock it off..."
But Dutchy wouldn't knock it off. He let the shirt sleeve slip from his grasp and ran the back of his hand across Specs' face. Specs was suddenly much more alert, focused. What seemed warm before was now...hot.
"It's not too hot."
"No?"
"Nah, it could be hotter."
Specs suddenly felt uneasy. Dutchy seemed to have the ability to read minds.
While Specs was contemplating this, Dutchy turned his hand over. He ran his fingers along Specs' face, tracing a line from his forehead, down the bridge of his nose. Specs licked his lips aprehensively. Dutchy looked at him, silently, and pressed his lips against Specs' nose. He pulled back after a moment, and put his head on Specs' shoulder.
Specs began to feel comfortable, but it didn't last long. A distinguished-looking couple walked by, and stopped in front of them. The woman wrinkled her nose in disgust, and the man simply sneered, " i Sinners... /i " He glared at them, and continued walking, visibly faster than before.
Specs quickly pulled away. Dutchy glanced up at him, wondering what he'd done wrong.
"Specs..."
"Not here." Specs turned his head around and spotted a cluster of trees in the near distance. He cocked his head in their direction.
Dutchy caught the hint and grinned.