It's mid-July and the air is sticky hot, even at night with the windows rolled down. If they were anywhere but the back of Glorfindel's car, Erestor would shy away from contact and the body heat the comes with it; as it is, there's nowhere enough space, and his back is pressed against Glorfindel's chest, the other's arms wrapped around his waist.
Glorfindel may or may not be asleep; it's hard to tell. Erestor definitely isn't. It's too hot, Glorfindel's touch searing his skin like a brand and the air so Saran-Wrap tight on his skin that he can hardly breathe.
"You're awake still," Glorfindel murmurs, his breath like humid fire on the back of Erestor's neck.
"It's too hot," Erestor replies, the if you say hot damn I'm going to kill you going unspoken but understood between them. "Do we still have ice in the cooler?"
Glorfindel shakes his head. "It all melted yesterday." He wraps his arms tighter around Erestor, splays one hand out over his heartbeat exactly the way he likes. Erestor can almost ignore the rush of extra heat in favor of the swell in his chest. "I'd bring you a glacier if I could, babe."
Erestor smiles, moves his arms so he's holding Glorfindel back. "I know you would." He pauses and looks out the window. The moon's gone down by now, but there's still another four hours until dawn, and even on the freeway next to them there are barely any cars going by.
"You know, since neither of us are asleep, we could keep driving." Which is exactly the conclusion Erestor just came to.
He leans back, closer still to Glorfindel. "We should be able to get to New Orleans by tomorrow. If we left right now."
But neither of them really want to.