Race was crabby when it was hot out. He wasn't even going to deny it. He couldn't sleep when it was hot and that lead to frequent insomnia through the month of July. He'd lie in bed, tossing and turning and throwing the sheet off and tugging it back on. He hated summer. He hated not having air conditioning. He hated being this broke. He hated that Spot refused to take the checks that Race's parent sent so they could be at least a little comfortable in their cramped apartment.

And he was not quiet about it.

That night the whining was at it's worst. Race was flailing and would not shut up and made him get up three times to get ice water, turn on the fan, and open windows. Then he got up to take a piss three times.

"Uh... how can you sleep like this! It's godawful. I hate–"

"That's it!" Spot broke. "I can't keep fucking doing this Tony. You ain't gonna melt, but I might have a nervous breakdown if I don't get at least three hours of sleep tonight. I gotta get up at five in the morning. I'm gonna sleep on the couch."

And he padded out carrying his pillow to lay on the couch with nothing on but a pair of boxer shorts. It was hot. Tony was right about that. No way he needed anything else.

"It was cooler in here without all your damn body heat last night. For a guy who weighs a hundred pounds, you're a radiator. You're supposed to be cold, you skinny kids," Race said tersely over dinner. It was some sort of cold soup. Spot stopped asking a long time ago and just ate whatever he was told. That's what happens the first time you eat squid and love it until you know what it is.

"Yeah well, it's a hell of a lot quieter without your whining."

Dinner was quiet.

Spot just went straight to the couch that night after he had stripped to his skivvies. He didn't have to be up as early, but he didn't want to sleep next to Race's stupid, sweaty body when he was this angry.

He was halfway asleep when he was nudged with a knee in his side.

Fuzzy eyed, he sat up for Tony and blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes to focus so he could glare properly.

Tony sat down next to him pulled out two red popsicles from where he was hiding his hands behind his back. He held one out to Spot. Once Spot had taken it Race sat down next to him and grabbed his hand.

They ate in silence.

Once they were both done, Race took the sticks and threw them in the waste bin and headed back into the bedroom.

Sean grabbed his pillow and followed him and right after they turned off the lights he kissed Tony with his freezing, cherry red lips.

It was the best either of them had slept since May.