Hot
No matter how hot and sticky Mississippi summer nights could be, they had nothing on LA in July, Lance thought irritably, kicking at the sheets until they tangled around his feet in a sad little puddle. It was too hot to sleep, too hot to watch TV, too hot to read - "too damn hot for these fucking boxers!" he muttered out loud. He squirmed out of them, considering the advantages of moving his bedroom into his walk-in freezer. It wouldn't cost that much to redecorate, and he liked the shelving system in there already.
He was lying in bed naked, and he was still way too hot to sleep. He was tired, that wasn't the problem. The heat had melted his brain. That was the only explanation. His brain was all melted, and his neurotransmitters weren't being produced, and his synapses weren't firing, and his elbows were sweating.
"My elbows are sweating," he moaned, when JC sleepily answered his phone.
"Really?" JC yawned. "That's kind of gross."
"My elbows, and my knees, and my feet, and my-"
"Your feet? Like, the soles? Or the tops?" JC yawned again. "No, never mind. Can't sleep?"
"AC's on the fritz."
"Bummer."
"Yeah." Lance ran his hand over his stomach, grimacing at the light sheen of persperation coating it. "So I was thinking . . . "
"Yeah?"
"Maybe I could come crash at your place tonight?" Lance closed his eyes. JC's house was cool and airy, and his bedroom was white and clean, and his bed was big and soft. Lance could imagine sinking against JC's feather pillows, the crisp cotton blessedly cool beneath his cheek. He could imagine the quiet hum of the air conditioning blending with the muted trickle of water against pebbles, JC's stupid little tranquility fountain that Lance would never admit he actually found soothing. He could imagine JC's arms, smoothly muscled and pale, gliding around Lance's midsection to catch him firmly in a completely unconfining embrace.
"Oh, sure. Come on over, man. Just let yourself in and come on upstairs." JC yawned a third time. "One rule, though. No PJs allowed. Too fucking hot for that, man."
Lance opened his eyes. He felt better already.