Summer

By: Asellas

Note: Cross-posted from http/community.

Rude hated summer, just as much as Reno hated winter.

First off, it was hot. You'd think that ShinRa would at least invest in decent air conditioning for all its workers. On second thought, ShinRa probably did, with the Turks being the only exception. Air conditioner units that you fitted into the window weren't allow, as to not mar the outside visual of the fucking building. And to top it off, Turk uniforms weren't exactly conducive to hot weather, with the dark colored suits and such. If being in the office was bad, being out in the sweltering heat tracking down recruits for Soldier was worse.

Secondly, for whatever reasons, everybody had a temper problem in the summer. Elena was permanently set on bitch-mode, Tseng looked about ready to have an aneurism by the end of the day every day, and Rufus was twice as annoying as ever. The only one not affected was Reno. And Hojo, but that was a different matter altogether…

And finally, the one thing that made Rude hate summer the most: Reno. Yes, the perky redhead and resident dimwit and pyromaniac. He'd seemed to have made annoying Rude his newest goal in life, despite the fact that the two were now sharing an apartment (Tseng wrote that one off as cost-cutting) and screwing each others brains out on a regular basis. His newest invention to annoy Rude: popsicles.

Yes, popsicles.

Reno could be ingenious at times. He'd pulled out some of the empty drawers of his desk and fitted in a microfridge, and replaced the covers back onto the front of the fridge to make it look like it was just a normal desk. And now he'd taken to buying pack of popsicles and stuffing them in the freezer. "Because, yo," he explained, "its hot in here and its nice to have something to suck on when I'm on the clock." He gave Rude that devilish grin of his, his 'I've-got-this-really-bad-idea-but-it'd-be-fucling-hilarious-if-I-pull-it-off' grin. Rude just rolled his eyes at that.

Reno had since perfected the art of slutty-popsicle-eating. He'd lick it, slowly, wrapping his tongue around it. Or slide the whole thing into his mouth and slide it out, then back in. And he'd throw little glances at Rude and bat his eyelashes at him, then continue molesting his popsicle till it was gone. Then he'd saunter over to Rude's desk and sit on top of it (and any offending paperwork that got in the way, even if it was being worked on) and grin at Rude with red, blue, purple, or whatever flavor-color popsicle he'd had today, stained lips and casually ask "Would you like something to suck on, Rude?"

While Rude would usually ignore Reno when he did this, this time it was just too hot, too boring, and had been too frustrating of a week to wait till they got off the clock and back home. So this time, He grabbed Reno buy his shirt collar and pulled him to the other side of his desk and proceeded to molest his partner.

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Apologies for the shit-tastic ending. It was another one of those random sur of the moment 'oh-hey-this-looks-like-it'd-be-funny!' ideas. Hehe. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it.