062 – Hot
"Christ." Daisuke said, and yeah, that pretty much summed everything up.
Takeru was collapsed on the tiny sofa in their apartment, Daisuke sprawled at his feet, and it was hot.
Like, really, really hot.
The sun was practically throbbing through the window panes, emphasising the non-existent breeze. And it was hot.
Like, really hot.
Takeru can't remember if he mentioned that.
It was one of the few days they both had off, free from work, and if the weather wasn't so violently heated, they'd probably be cuddling. Or having sex.
Only they're not.
Because it's hot.
Like, really hot.
"Next summer, we get air-con." Daisuke mumbles, shirtless and sweaty on the floor.
Takeru nods. Yep.
Next up: 063 - Dark