The summer after Drew and I started officially dating was recorded as the hottest summer in decades. We were still living in separate apartments. Well if my place could be considered an apartment; it was more of a closet. The kitchen was small and opened up to the living room which contained an old armchair, a thirteen inch television on the floor, and a card table in the corner with a lawn chair. The bedroom was tiny. It always felt cramped even though it only held one piece of furniture, my full-size bed.
I remember the day the air conditioner broke. Fuck, that could have been a nightmare...if I hadn't had a certain someone there to entertain me.
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Drew's place was getting repainted and I graciously offered him the other half of my bed for a couple of nights. The second morning of his stay, I woke up in our usual position.
And, I nearly pushed him off of me.
Drew's head was on my chest, his arm around my waist, and his leg tangled in mine, and I was dripping in sweat. I could barely breathe. It was entirely too hot and humid to be touching anyone, especially Drew. His body is like a furnace, always a few degrees higher than mine. I remember trying to get him off of me without waking him up. But I know I couldn't have been all that gentle in my haste. Within a few seconds he was slowly opening his eyes, trying to adjust to the light coming through the curtain-less windows. He finally turned to me a bit, with a frown on his face and a little crinkle in his forehead that I found immediately adorable.
"It's really hot." Drew murmured.
"I know. The air-conditioning must be broken." He nodded in understanding and moved to get closer to me, which I quickly stopped with a hand on his shoulder.
"You are not touching me, Drew. It's too hot for any kind of skin-to-skin contact." And for a second he looked completely horrified at the possibility of going an entire day without sex. But, his expression quickly turned to a pout and he flirtatiously batted his blue eyes. I couldn't help rolling my eyes.
"Come on. We can take a shower, maybe that'll cool us off." Before I finished the sentence, Drew was off of the bed and in the bathroom.
As soon as I stepped into the shower, Drew pushed me against the wall across from the shower head and attached his mouth to mine. For a second I was surprised by the show of aggression. But seconds later my hands fell to his hips and I pulled him closer to me, so our bodies were flush against each other. His skin was smooth and wet and slippery underneath my fingers. I slid my hands down his hips until I was cupping the mounds of his ass. Drew's mouth slid from mine to my neck and moved down my body until he was on his knees in front of me. "Suck me."
Drew looked up at me through his eyelashes before taking me into his mouth.
Needless to say, the shower did little to cool us off.
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We both dried off and sadly Drew pulled on a pair of briefs. I couldn't put anything on. It was way too fucking hot for any kind of clothing. We both stretched out on the bed, the only piece of furniture big enough for two, making sure there was at least a few inches between our bodies. After a few minutes, Drew broke the silence.
"Maybe we should go somewhere."
"Where are we gonna go, Drew?"
"I don't know, anywhere that has air-conditioning, dinner, a movie..." He kind of trailed off.
"Neither of which I have money for." He knew that. I spent the last of my cash the day before when we went out to dinner.
"Baby, I could pay for you." His hand moved to my chest and his wide eyes focused on mine, silently pleading. He knew he'd have to beg for me to allow him to pay my way.
"No, Drew." I pushed his hand off of me.
"Fine." And, without even looking at him I knew he was pouting.
"Stop pouting."
"Make me." I took that as the invitation it was and leaned over to kiss him, taking both of our minds off my stubborn pride. Almost immediately he parted his lips to receive my tongue. My right hand tangled in his slightly damp hair while my left arm supported my weight before I lowered my body to his. I moved my mouth down to his neck, sucking and biting, leaving tiny red marks that were sure to bruise his pale skin.
Drew's legs had spread, allowing me to settle between his thighs. I ran my hand down the side of his torso and he squirmed, trying to get away from the slightly ticklish caress. My hand slid between the waistband of his briefs and his skin. My hand wrapped around his half-hard dick, stroking it to full hardness. I pulled away from him to the sound of a disappointed moan. I moved down the bed to pull his underwear off, freeing his already leaking cock and I couldn't resist the temptation to lick the head.
I swiped my tongue across his piss hole before taking the head into my mouth and sucking softly. I cupped his balls in my palm, rolling and tugging, as my index finger touched the soft skin behind his balls. After a few minutes of teasing, I pulled away.
"Jesús."
"Roll over, Drew." I was surprised by how aroused my voice sounded. He eagerly turned on to his stomach, knowing exactly what was coming next. I placed my hand on my favorite part of Drew, slowly caressing the cheek. It's full, round, slightly muscular. It's just so perfect and made especially for me. I kissed the small of his back, before running my tongue down the crack of his ass and stopping at his hole. Kissing and licking at the opening until he was begging me to do something. I pushed my tongue in and thrust in and out. Drew's hips pushed against my tongue in an attempt to get more of it inside him.
I pulled away and sat up, pressing my dick against his leg. Drew was still pushing back, begging. "Please, Jesús, please." I leaned over him, whispering in his ear.
"Please what, Drew?"
"Fuck me." I never need to be told twice. I stretched over his body to reach the needed supplies that were hiding underneath the front of the bed. Drew's body what was sweaty and sticky from our activities and the afternoon heat. I found what I was looking for and slicked my fingers before circling Drew's hole with slippery fingers. He got up on his hands and knees and pushed back in an attempt to get me to penetrate him. I pushed my finger into the warm opening, pulling in and out for a few seconds before adding another finger. I watched for a few seconds as he fucked himself on my two fingers, before adding a third. Which got an immediate reaction.
"Jesus please, fuck, please." I pulled my hand away and quickly unwrapped a condom to slide on. I paused for a moment, the head of my covered dick pressed against his hole, my hand on Drew's sweaty hip to stop him from impaling himself. I pushed in and both of us let out groans.
"Fuck, you're so tight Drew, so fucking tight." I slowly pulled out and pushed back in, slow, languid thrusts. My fingers tangled in Drew's hair, tugging periodically which was guaranteed to bring a moan from Drew. Within a few minutes he was close to incoherent. The only decipherable words being things like "harder," "please," and "more."
I slammed into him, hitting just the right spot and eliciting a string of expletives from Drew. I picked up the pace hitting that spot with each thrust and within moments he came. And the clenching of his ass pulled me over the edge too. I collapsed on top of him, and when my heart slowed down a bit, I pulled out to the sound of sigh from Drew. I rolled over to my back, and Drew was quick to move closer, resting his head on my chest even though it was way still too hot to be touching anyone. And that's how we fell asleep in the summer heat.
The End
fiction by juneprota