Is It Getting Warm In Here?

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"Justin, did you leave your space heater on?"

"No. Why?"

"Aside from the phenomenal sex we’ve just had for the past several hours that definitely warmed you up, it’s getting too hot in here."

"Huh. And here I thought it was you and your incredibly body heat."

"That too. Seriously Justin, it feels like the air-conditioner is off. Did we blow a fuse? Pop a breaker or something?"

"I have no idea but I can blow you and pop your..."

"I’ve already been popped, little boy."

"I remember. You’re right, Bri. It is getting hot in here. You want to call the super?"

"I think I better."

*****

"Shit!"

"What Bri?"

"That was Simon, you know, the super. She said that there’s a brown out going on and the electric company requested a cut back on power to prevent a black out."

"So, Simon killed the air?"

"Yeah, she did but that bitch will kill anything."

"So what do we do now?"

"I guess it would defeat the purpose of cutting back the power if we put the fans on."

"Yeah, it would."

"So, how about we take a cool shower together and we’ll have to eat the ice cream before it gets all warm and soupy."

"Brian, I like the idea about the shower and you know I can’t resist ice cream but the freezer is still on. The ice cream is not going to get soupy. And it’s way after seven. Aren’t you afraid of getting fat?"

"I’m always afraid of getting fat but I bet you can figure out a way of burning off the calories."

"I’m sure I can but Brian it’s really getting hot in here."

"Okay, get the shower going. I’m going to pack us a bag."

"A bag?"

"Don’t you worry your pretty little blond head about it. Shower. Now."

"Yes, Mr. Kinney."

*****

"Bri."

"Hmm."

"This is great. It’s so nice up here. Cool breeze, the stars, the moon, you. You always have brilliant ideas."

"That’s me, brilliant."

"Asshole. So are we going to spend the whole night up here?"

"Yup, until you want to go back inside or until the air comes back on. Which ever cums first. Until then, we can stay up here on the roof."

"Can we fuck up here?"

"Aren’t you afraid of getting too warm?"

"Some of us like it warm, hot, even."

"Do they, Mr. Taylor?"

"Yeah, they do. So are we going to generate some heat, Mr. Kinney?"

"Justin, your ass is so hot, you’ll melt the tar off this roof."

"Why Mr. Kinney, did you actually pay me a compliment?"

"Just speaking the truth. Now I recall someone mentioning a blow and a pop not too long ago. Taylor, I suggest you slide your hot ass over here and start a blowin’ and a poppin.’"

"Bri, it’s so getting hot out here!"

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