The thermometers outside read just over 98ºF. It had yet to rain this week. And thanks to the high cost, air conditioning was a no-no. Anyone who turned them on was sentenced to kitchen duty. (Which is most definitely not pleasurable in the dead of summer.)
Last week, Axel had caved, turning it on full blast. But only in his room, leaving it to run day and night. Of course, he didn't take the punishment too hard. Instead taking it to his advantage, making those "special" cupcakes of his.
Today, everyone was in their own corner of the building, dong their best not to melt. Only a select few getting those rare missions. Roxas, for example, was laying on his bad.
Spread eagle.
With only blue boxer-briefs on.
But to little avail. Even though it wasn't, everything felt like it was touching everything else. He resisted every nerve to dump his ice water all over his (futilely) sweaty body.
Roxas sighed, taking a drink of that water. Momentarily, his body was cool. He set the water down, and tucked his hands into his hair. Relaxing and nearly falling asleep.
"Hey, ya know, you're sexy as shit like that." a husky voice remarked. Roxas found it a little odd, but only opened an eye lazily. Before the blurriness cleared the man purred, "Roxy.~" a smirk to be heard through it.
"Fuck Axel!" He threw a pillow towards him, but it vanished, along with Axel's laughter, into the fading portal.
"Damn, I'll have to go get that back later…" he thought grumpily with a groan.