As Hot as It Gets by RiseAgainPhoenix

"Man it's a hot one....like seven inches from the mid-day sun..." Rob Thomas's distinct voice drawled from the radio. "How fitting. That song is a perfect description of today's weather," Darren thought. Darren could feel the sweltering waves of heat hit his sticky skin and blaze through to his core even as he gulped down more ice water. The water cooled him for about half a second, and then the scorching heat was back. He sluggishly made his way back to where he was sitting and flopped weakly into his seat. The air was thick with humidity; it was like trying to walk through warm syrup. How could it be this hot? It was simply impossible. A warm bead of sweat making its lingering way down his back reminded him that it was very possible indeed. He turned to see how his companion was faring.

Daniel lay sprawled on a small couch, trying to keep his breathing normal. There was no way, though. It was like trying to inhale underwater. Under steaming, boiling water. The air was completely still, and there was absolutely no relief from the heat. He watched Darren drag himself from the icebox to his chair and collapse. He felt no sympathy. It was Darren's idea to go on a vacation in a secluded cabin with no air-conditioning in the middle of the summer, and Darren should suffer the consequences. Daniel was a bit displeased that he had to suffer the consequences with him, but any time spent with Darren was enjoyable. Daniel tried and failed to breathe deeply again. Well, perhaps right this minute wasn't that enjoyable.

Darren sighed. Poor Danny was gasping and panting, his honey skin covered with perspiration. He felt a bit guilty. Even though he didn't exactly cause the heat wave, he was the one who had insisted on going to a little house in the middle of nowhere. Maybe he could make it up to him. An idea began to form. He grinned. Yes, he would most definitely make it up to him.

Daniel watched as Darren scurried off to the icebox again. From his angle, he couldn't see what he was doing, but he wasn'about to get up. He heard Darren rummaging around for a bit, then closing the freezer. He came back to his chair with a wicked smile on his face. "What were you doing?" Daniel asked cautiously.

"Something. You'll see," Darren replied, settling down again. Had he the energy, he would have laughed at the concerned frown Daniel exhibited. "Don't worry! It's nothing bad. In fact, I promise you'll enjoy it."

Daniel's frown deepened. "Enjoy what?" But Darren refused to answer. Daniel soon nodded off into a sticky and uncomfortable semi-sleep, not because he was actually tired, but more because the moisture in the air sucked up all the energy from anything with a pulse.

Darren watched both Daniel and the clock carefully. When an hour had passed and he was totally certain that Daniel would not suddenly awaken, he got up and went to the icebox.

Daniel awoke to warm velvet lips pressed gently against his sweaty temple. He opened his eyes to a grinning Darren. "Kneel on the couch," Darren whispered, pulling him up before he had a chance to react. Daniel felt his moist skin sticking to the leather of the couch as his back left it. "Come, sit up, onto your knees." The sultry look in Darren's eyes quieted any arguments Daniel may have had. He awkwardly shifted around while Darren moved onto the couch behind him. "What are you going to do?" Daniel asked as Darren wrapped an arm against his slick chest. His question was ignored. Instead, he felt his only article of clothing being removed from behind.

"Lean forward a bit, and close your eyes. Dont turn around," Darren instructed. Daniel did as he was told, and gasped as something cold and wet was trailed down his back. He pitched forward when he felt Darren's tongue follow the icy trail, re-heating the flushed skin. Darren adjusted his grip on Daniel, holding him so that he wouldn't do a face-plant into the sofa. Ice was once again gliding over his back. His breath hitched as Darren directed the ice to the more sensitive points on his shoulder blades, letting the coolness pool on the warm skin. The ice was guided smoothly down his spine, each bump receiving sharp, frosty attention. Daniel moaned at the cold resting on the small of his back, harshly contrasting the searing heat felt there only seconds before. He turned his head, forgetting Darren's command. His eyes widened. Considerably. "Danny!" Darren quickly turned the blond head back, but not before Daniel caught a glimpse of the icy object he was using. Oh. My. Gawd. Where the hell did Darren get the mould for ice in the shape of a---Daniels thoughts were very abruptly cut off.

Darren smirked at Daniels strident moan. He let the ice slip between Daniels smooth buttocks again, tightening his hold on Daniel as he squirmed and whimpered breathily. Darren kissed his tanned shoulder, then laid his cheek against it in such a fashion so that he could still see what he was doing. He very carefully started to insert the ice into Daniel. As more of the ice disappeared into him, Daniel made the kinkiest puppy noises in the back of his throat, twisting away from the cold and at the same time arching into it. The ice slowly melted inside Daniel, the sensation of gradually softening ice repeatedly moving within him getting him harder and harder. The ice was angled with sinful skill, hitting all the right places at all the right times. Ah, ah, and AHH. If Daniel could think, he would have been wondering if it was humanly possible to feel that much pleasure.

Darren re-adjusted his arm across Daniel's chest for the millionth time, trying to keep him from falling forward. The sight before his eyes was incredibly arousing. A hot and bothered Daniel, all sweaty and flushed, slumped in his arms, mewling weakly, face contorted in absolute pleasure. Darren ran his tongue over his lips. He changed the position of his arm yet again, this time so he could reach Daniel's cock. As soon as he made contact with the swollen flesh, Daniel lurched forward again. Darren let them both tumble into the couch. He let go of the ice, leaving it to melt, freeing his other hand so that he could wrap both of them around Daniel's straining manhood. Daniel let out little choked cries again and again, twisting and writhing under Darren. Moments later, Daniel came with a shaky yell, making the couch even stickier with the alabaster liquid that spilled forth.

Daniel shuddered, not quite believing what had just occurred. Before he could come to his senses, he was pulled up by Darren. "You need a shower," Darren said, supporting his shaky frame and leading him to the bathroom. He was leaned against the counter while Darren turned on the water. Just as the delirium began wearing off, Darren whirled around and pinned him against the counter, pressed their mouths together and twined their tongues languidly, once again robbing him of his breath.

Feeding off of Daniel's honey sweetness, Darren sensually suckled his tongue one last time before backing off a little. "Come," he said, taking his hand. "Our shower is awaiting."

Daniel smiled as he was dragged into the steamy, torrid shower. He was going to enjoy this heat wave.