Clothes long ago gone, thick blankets already kicked out of the way on floor in the same messy pile with clothes.Two panting men lying on the bed, sticky skin shining in the light of setting sun coming in from the open window.

The younger one of two wiping a blond hair away from his sticky forehead and sighing.

"Roy…"

The older man can't do much more than just sneer and exhale heavily as a response.

"I think my brains are boiling."

Heat waves were a bitch.