A/N: Day 15: summer heat
Something is bothering Leone, and Bruno suspects that it's more than just the weather.

Warnings for steamy kisses/contact/thoughts, partial nudity, and mentions of sex.


Leone is pouting. He's never been very good at hiding it, but he's trying – despite the fact that it's an extra futile exercise, seeing as Bruno can read him so well.

That scowl aimed at the ceiling is too soft to be born from anger, Leone's lipstick-free mouth not curled down as rigid as it would be, if that were the case. His eyes are only simmering on a glower, the crease between his brows not nearly deep enough to imply anything too dark is on his mind. The lines of his body are too lax here, lying atop the sheets, no tension in him at all.

Although, that last point might have something to do with the heat. Bruno himself feels pretty molten right about now; August is just about the worst time to have a broken air conditioning unit…

The sun will be setting soon, and should bring some kind of respite with it – but in the meantime. They're pretty stuck. (Or sticky, to be more precise.)

Stripping down to their underwear didn't do much to help. No matter how breathable this lace is, it's no match for sweltering heat and a heaping helping of humidity. Bruno would get entirely naked, if he thought it'd do any good, but there's no hope against air this thick and stifling.

Even Leone has opted for something more strappy in a useless attempt to keep from overheating. Bruno, admittedly, keeps staring at him. The way those rarely-worn underwear cradle Leone's form is all too tempting.

It sets off sluggish sparks low in Bruno's stomach, but he can't muster much gumption to cross this minimal space between them and do something about it, much as he'd love to. His back is plastered to their silk sheets with sweat, and the body heat that Leone radiates is almost too much even at this distance. They aren't even touching, scant centimeters between their legs.

The heat could very well be responsible for Leone's pout. Extreme weather doesn't agree with him, and he was complaining about the temperature being unbearable earlier (all afternoon, more like). But that's the thing, with Leone – he'd be openly ranting now, too, if it was just the heat that's got him down.

So it has to be something else. Something that he's not as comfortable openly griping about.

Unless he's just tired of complaining…

No use staring at him trying to puzzle it out. Since that whole early bedtime to spare some agony idea isn't working so well, Bruno might as well just ask, "Why are you pouting?"

Those eyes that are aimed slightly to the side and glowering at the ceiling shift over toward Bruno. "Hm?"

"Why are you pouting?" Bruno dutifully repeats.

Leone grunts. "I'm not," he says, even as that furrow in his brow ticks deeper and his cheeks gain a telltale dusting of pink.

This only makes him more handsome, and Bruno has the sudden urge to straddle him. To peel himself off of these dampening sheets and work up a proper sweat, instead of this vaguely sticky misery that keeps his hands thrown up above his head, thoroughly to himself. All because this muggy weather makes bumping elbows almost unbearable.

Continuing to prod is his only option, here. (At least until the sun is fully set. Maybe then he can make his move.) "You're upset about something."

"No."

"Yes."

And it must be something truly mortifying, to have Leone blushing brighter the more Bruno pushes the subject. He shifts in place some, too, dear Leone. His gentle glare is aimed at Bruno, now, the full brunt of that pout sent this way.

Bruno stares right back at him. If necessary, he can do this all night.

Leone's forehead is shiny, white hairs frazzled by humidity too short to be collected in that bun of his are framing his face. Must be ticklish, because he lifts a hand to push them away, slicking them back with sweat. "It's not important," he mutters – which is a dead giveaway that it is important.

Changing position and rolling up onto his side in this weather is a mixed bag. On the one hand, thick air feels cooler against Bruno's newly exposed back, but on the other, his side is now paying the stifling price. All the way up to that elbow he's leaning on, his arm burying itself in the plush of his pillow to support his head. Like this, he can peer easier at Leone, though; that makes it a bearable discomfort.

Just as helpful as this new vantage point is Leone's stubborn refusal to look away, at first. His purple-gold eyes are fixed on Bruno's in a staring contest that he has to know he can't win…

"If it's bothering you, it's important," Bruno says.

And Leone's looks away, just like that. His blush is flaring up, and he grumbles something inaudible over toward his shoulder.

Shifting some, Bruno picks up a foot to nudge his toes against Leone's leg. He watches goosebumps erupt over Leone's forearms despite the heat, and, ah, that gives him some idea as to what this could be about. "Talk to me, Leone."

"…It's nothing."

Funny how his answer keeps subtly changing.

Bruno raises an eyebrow toward that intentionally diverted look. That blush on Leone's cheeks is only spreading farther, and his stomach rises on a deep inhale when Bruno lets his lower leg rest across both of Leone's. A point of contact that's bound to get slicked by sweat within minutes, but is an important test.

Hm…

Beneath Bruno's touch, both of Leone's shins are shifting. Just a little, as he acclimatizes to the weight of that leg atop his own. Bruno reaches out with the hand not propping his head, and trails his fingertips up the inside of Leone's arm, stopping in the pit of his elbow. His fingers rub easy here, where a light sheen of sweat has collected.

Leone's chest hitches tellingly on a caught breath. He swallows hard, and his eyes glide over toward Bruno on a glance.

With slow intent, Bruno leans in. Holds that golden gaze until he's dropping a lazy kiss to Leone's shoulder – at which point those eyes flutter closed, and Leone lets out another easing sigh.

His mouth leaving Leone's tacky skin, Bruno murmurs, "Once the sun sets, I'll ride you."

Vibrant eyes fly open and latch onto Bruno with record speed, and Leone's cheeks flare up even redder than before. The air between them heats another degree, as does Leone's skin – and Bruno relishes in those renewed sparks that dance down his spine, but –

"I'm not – that's not what I was going to…" Leone's voice fizzles out, his mouth pressed closed.

Oh. Bruno withdraws his leg, but leaves his hand, flattening it so that his palm rests in the crook of Leone's elbow. "You don't want to have sex?"

"No," Leone's face goes a shade more mortified, eyes widening, "I mean yes, I do want to have sex, sounds fucking amazing." Ah, good, Bruno also thinks so. "But I just –" His chest heaves on a huff, so Bruno shifts his hand downward. Lets his fingers rub gently along Leone's forearm. "I was away for a week and a half."

Yes. He was.

For work, with Giorno – Leone only got back earlier this afternoon. (Hence the level of patience Bruno had for all of those weather complaints, he hasn't been able to hear them in person for a long time.)

"And I missed you," Leone continues. So endearing that Bruno's heart floods fond. His fingers migrate down past Leone's wrist to squeeze his hand, which seems to break open the dam that much more, because Leone blurts out, "I missed holding you," all in one go – and –

It turns Bruno to absolute putty.

"But it's so fucking hot today that all that contact would be miserable, and it's pissing me off because I just really want to –"

Bruno tips forward, landing half on top of Leone, nudging himself that much higher so that his mouth is level with that grumpy frown. Presses in for one quick, gentle kiss, and then another, and there's already an uncomfortable amount of sweat building between them (even for his taste), but Bruno is having a hard time caring. "Cuddle?" he murmurs, right into Leone's mouth, winding his arms around broad shoulders going slippery.

An affirmative noise from Leone (almost a whimper), his hands hot at Bruno's waist. "Though I definitely don't mind if you want to –" Another kiss. Deeper, this time. "To fuck, later."

"Mhm." More sounds spilled against Leone's lips, because Bruno's missed him, too. His touch. His everything. Bruno drops a trail of kisses over that sharp cheekbone, up toward Leone's temple. Coaxes breathy pleasured noises from him. Slots a thigh between those strong legs that automatically shift to entwine tighter. "You can hold me however you want, as long as you want." And Bruno will enthusiastically take part.

"It's too hot," Leone complains, his head dropping back on the pillow. His chest is glistening where it heaves. Forehead slick where Bruno licks at it briefly.

"Hm…" Those fingers twitch tighter at Bruno's waist, arms drawing up and around to hold him in close, despite the heat. He feels lighter than air, slip-sliding against so much of Leone's skin, nuzzling into his hairline.

This level of contact is bound to get unbearable, soon. No matter how nice it is, right now, to have Leone's hands rubbing firm along Bruno's back, digging in. He'll be fully molten here in no time.

Leone is starting to look too-red. Droplets of sweat beading at his neck…

"I have an idea," Bruno says. He deposits one last kiss to Leone's waiting mouth – a deliciously wet-warm overlap of lips – and then peels free of him. Crawls out of bed and scurries into the bathroom.

He doesn't know why he didn't think of this compromise sooner. The bathtub is an ideal location for this sort of thing, and Bruno leans over it, turning the water on and adjusting the temperature just so. Something to the cooler side of lukewarm.

It doesn't take long before Leone wanders in, drawn by the noise – a true testament to how strong his desire for cuddling is. Ordinarily he'd lounge for as long as possible.

Today, though, he's here. Drooping on his feet and saying, "You're a genius."

The sight of him has Bruno's heart warming enough to overtake the rest of him. Tub left to fill, he turns to meet Leone properly, dropping his hands onto sturdy hips, drawing Leone back in close until their breath is mingling. The strappy sides of these sheer underwear that Leone doesn't wear nearly often enough rest beneath Bruno's palms, and he dips his pinkies under form-fitting fabric. "Should I take these off?"

Leone reaches out. Gets his own hands on Bruno. One around the back of his tattoo, the other just barely sneaking beneath the lace of his panties. For all his complaining, he doesn't seem to mind how hot the air between them is growing, even as that space diminishes to nothing and their fronts align. His lips are against Bruno's as he mutters out, "Yeah…"

From here it's not long before they wind up lying face-to-face in the bathtub. Bruno's thigh thrown over Leone's waist, holding them flush together along with so many arms wound around. Hands trailing up backs, fingers digging into muscle. A strong nose pressed to Bruno's cheek and so much bare skin to explore. Minimum sweat intruding on their sanctuary.

Savoring kisses are traded back and forth until the sun goes down, taking the lion's share of the heat with it.

The two of them generate their own, after that.


A/N: ...This is my third Bruno POV fic in a row, which is a new record for me, uh. Abba will return tomorrow,

Thanks for reading!