A heat wave had hit London and the temperatures had soared.
Connor stumbled into Nick's house, flopped onto the couch and lifted his shirt up off his stomach, fanning air into the space. He groaned, it was hot, and sticky and close and Nick's air conditioning didn't work, Connor didn't want to move an inch.
Connor was about ready to write the day off as worthless when Stephen wandered out of the kitchen naked apart from a wet cloth he lay over his shoulders.
Connor sat up abruptly as Stephen smiled at him and ran the cloth over his lithe, tanned chest. He swallowed as Stephen leant against the doorway, his body angled towards him.
"Hot tonight isn't it?" Stephen asked, body arching as he stretched against the doorway.
Connor stifled a moan as Stephen trailed the cloth across his belly and his thigh, his body turned to give Connor the perfect view. Connor twitched as Stephen's mouth lifted in a seductive smile as the cloth moved up to his nipples, leaving wet trails that turned them into hard nubs.
Connor slid off the couch, legs shaking slightly as he walked towards Stephen. He stopped just shy of touching him as Stephen continued to trail the cloth across himself.
Connor reached out a hand to follow the path of the cloth, knuckles brushing against nipples as Stephen let out a breathy exhalation and his hand stuttered in its movement.
He leant in a little, the sweaty cloth of his clothing brushing lightly against Stephen's over-sensitised flesh, the untucked tails of his shirt flitting against the tip of Stephen's cock as Connor moved in and captured the next moan with his lips.
Connor kissed against Stephen's neck as he trailed his hands down Stephen's flanks, gripping his hips and running his thumbs in the hollows. He leant down, kissing Stephen's chest, tasting sweat and the smell of the wet cotton. He could feel the muscles of Stephen's stomach jump as his lips trailed lower, fingers still tracing Stephen's hips as he lowered himself to his knees.
Stephen looked down at Connor, sweaty and rumpled, dark eyes looking up at him and he groaned. God he loved summer nights.