This is such a drabble. But I seriously don't care.
Stan's POV
Implied style...
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The heat is thick and dank around me, the humidity of the summer night is settling itself over me, drifting lazily through the window. It's July, and the mountains have lost their snow, save for the icy caps and drifts that plague their highest peaks. For the select few of us, this season is not one of relaxing, but is one of hard work as our days are consumed with football practice. Kyle gets to escape this fate once or twice every month for skating competitions out of town.
I feel cold although my body is sticky with sweat and I'm practically choking on the thick, humid air that is clogging my room. My parents prefer to turn the air conditioning off at night and just leave the windows open. They claim it freshens the house up. I think it's just some form of torture.
I'm so cold. I'm used to having Kyle's own hot body pressed against mine, and tonight the bed feels so empty and sterile with his absence. We normally sleep together when we can in the summer, the pressure of each other's bodies seems to help relieve us of our aches and pains of football practice. I yearn for the feeling of our slick, sweaty bodies pressed together. I miss his shallow breaths and slight stirs of movement when he is asleep.
I turn over restlessly, everything feels cold and un-comforting right now.
I close my eyes tight and try to imagine what Kyle looks like right now. I can imagine him in some hotel bed, slipped between overly sterile sheets, his head resting on a pillow who's case has been washed one to many times and is now rough and stiff.
I can imagine he's naked except for his snug-fitting, grey, cotton boxers that I love so much, being able to see every curve and contour through them. I can picture the contrast of his well tanned skin against the plain white sheets, the captivating tattoo that stretches up his side. I can't ever get enough of it.
His hair is probably tousled against the pillow, his breaths coming out short, abrupt, soft. I feel myself smile just thinking about him, how hot and rough he looks skating, reduced to a soft, gentle creature at night.
The image makes me feel less cold and alone. I haven't seen him in three days now and my heart leaps at the realization that I'll see him tomorrow.
Falling asleep on warm, sticky, summer night is so much easier when his arms are wrapped around me.
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-Sweetfur