Summer Heat

Summer Heat

Just a silly little PWP that's kinda suggestive. ^^;; Enjoy.

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Hot.

He sprawled outside on his porch, dressed in nothing but a singlet and shorts. Saltwater trickled down his face and back, in irritating rivulets that kept reappearing no matter how many times he wiped them off with the towel draped across his neck.

Hot.

He tried fanning himself, but soon gave that up. The oppressive warmth meant doing anything only made him feel hotter. He *hated* this heat, wishing for the thousandth time that summer didn't exist. It didn't help matters any that his air-conditioner had chosen to break down yesterday.

He lay flat on his back, and sighed. He needed cold. Ice. Wind. *Anything*, as long as it made him feel cooler

*splash*

"AAH!" He leapt to his feet, brushing ice-cold wetness off his face. Water dripped from his hair and body onto the wooden porch, creating small dark spots of dampness. "Dare da?!"

Purple eyes blinked once, then twice. "I think I *might* have overdone that a little."

A growl--the heat had sapped his strength for any more violent displays of irritation. "Of all people, it had to be *you*."

Sniffle. "Hido-i! You sound like you hate me!"

He sighed exasperatedly. "What do you want? It's too hot for games."

The dark head tilted to the side in contemplation. "Good question. What do you _think_ I want?" Bright lavender eyes looked at him intently, a curious glint in them.

He *knew* that glint. Instinctively he took a step back, brow twitching. "Oh no you don't"

"Why no-t?" Full lips turned up in a pout, speaking in a whine.

Red stained his cheeks. "Don't you *ever* think about anything else besides _that_?!"

"Sure. I think about you." A sweetly guileless smile, amethyst orbs locked meaningfully on his own.

The red deepened. "O*mae*" He balled his twitching right hand into a fist, raising it menacingly as he moved towards the other.

A large hand whipped out and seized his wrist before he could even bring his hand down. "So _violent_, Hisoka-kun. Tsk, tsk."

He shot his partner a death glare. "Let. Me. Go."

"No."

Before he could do anything else, he found himself pinned against the wall by long, firm arms, a hungry mouth claiming his own. He struggled but finally went limp, hearing his own sigh of defeat and desire.

"I give up."

A smirk, lips brushing over his ear and making him shiver. "Smart kid. You should have done that from the first."

"You're lucky it's so hot, or you'd be feeling *very* painful right now, _jiji_."

The taller man winced visibly. "That hurt." He snorted and said nothing, dropping his head on the other's broad shoulder.

"You're not going to want to do it *here*, I hope."

Another bright smile. "Nope! The air-con in *my* house is working."

The wheat-gold head snapped up accusingly. "Why didn't you say so in the *first* place?"

"I just wanted to make sure you didn't love me for material reasonsOUCH!" The dark-haired man rubbed his groin painfully. "That *hurt*!"

It was his turn to smirk. Suddenly, he was feeling a lot better. "Are we going to your place, or not?"

"Now I know why they say relationships are painful"

"Shaddup or I'll repeat my last action."

Sniffle. Big, teary eyes. "HiDOOOiiii--!"

Sigh.

The things he put up with for air-conditioning.

~~ owari ~~