HEAT

Category: Slash, Langly/Byers

Status: Complete: PWP

Disclaimer: Not mine, etc

Archive: Lone Slasher, Basement, WWOMB, Gossamer, Ephemeral; anywhere else, just ask

Summary: It's a hot night at the Lone Gunmen HQ.

Note: Okay, this is what goes through my head at 2 am when it's just too hot to sleep!

HEAT

by Alison

LONE GUNMEN HQ, 2 AM

Langly leaned against the doorpost of Byers' room, looking inside at his lover sprawled fast asleep on the bed. Asleep, completely naked and exposed in the soft light coming over Langly's shoulder from the corridor. On this hottest night of the year so far, he had pushed all his covers off and was lying on his back, legs and arms spread wide to try to keep cool, but his body was still gleaming with sweat.

Langly sighed, partly with longing but mostly with regret. It was just too hot. They hadn't slept together for a week - it was just to uncomfortable to try and share a bed with another person however you felt about them. Sleeping next to another person was like sleeping next to a radiator. And even at 2 AM, it was just too hot to even think about sex. Ten minutes after a cold shower,
and already every movement, the slightest effort, started the sweat trickling down his ribs. Even with the windows open, there was not a breath of a breeze. Even breathing was difficult, the air was as thick and hot as a sauna.

And yet ... his lover was just so beautiful. Lying there in the dim light, his body uncovered and vulnerable; Langly just couldn't tear his eyes away, savouring the sight. Every inch of him, from his firm shoulders, smooth chest glistening with sweat, the lines of his ribs, his flat stomach, the little dark shadow of his navel, the line of dark hair down his abdomen, the curving jut of his hipbone, his firm strong thighs. The patch of hair at his groin, half in shadow. Langly moved closer to see better. His lover's cock, limp in sleep, lay across the hollow of his thigh. His balls, nested in dark hair, lay between his thighs like ripe fruit. Langly sighed again. Byers looked exactly as he did after a night of passionate sex. Totally relaxed in every muscle, unable to move from exhaustion.

His gaze returned to Byers' face, and a smile crossed Langly's own. Byers' face was turned towards him, his mouth slightly open. His thick dark eyelashes shadowed the soft skin of his cheek. Langly came and stood over him, aching to touch. But no ... they were all having trouble sleeping. He wouldn't wake John from the first proper sleep he had had for days.

He looked down at himself, at his own naked body. His own limp cock, totally unresponsive even at the sight of this incredibly sexy man sprawled naked just a few feet away. God, he must be getting old ...

He could hear noises from downstairs, Jimmy and Frohike talking about something in soft voices as they got ready for bed. They had all got into the habit of working late downstairs, where the ancient air conditioning still pumped out just enough cool air to keep the computers happy. But there had never been enough spare cash to extend the system upstairs. The last few nights had been hell. Frohike had got into the habit of sleeping downstairs on the couch, and after a couple of completely sleepless nights tossing and turning in increasing irritation with each other, Langly had reluctantly decamped to his own bedroom. But he had never expected to miss Byers so much.

Not just the sex ... the last few days had shown them both that there was so much more to their relationship than that. The closeness, the companionship, the security of having your love next to you in the night, feeling his presence waking or sleeping, just knowing he was there next to you, safe, and you were safe as well as long as you could hear him breathing in the night.

He sat on the edge of the bed, carefully so as not to wake Byers. No, he had never expected to feel like this. Never thought that he would be so lucky, to have such a love as this. So completely unexpected, this man who had been his friend and colleague for so many years but had suddenly turned into his lover, revealing and showing a depth of passion and commitment that Langly had only ever dreamed about before.

He eased himself onto the edge of the bed, lying facing Byers, gazing into his face. God, he loved this man so much. Did Byers miss him at night as much as Ringo missed him? A soft groan almost a sob, escaped him.

Byers twitched, sighed and blinked his eyes open sleepily. A gentle, trusting smile spread over his face. "Ringo .... couldn't you sleep?"

"I'm just going to bed now. Came to say goodnight."

His lover reached out one hand and Langly leaned forward for a goodnight kiss, brushing his lips against the soft mouth, feeling Byers' whiskers brush his cheek. They kissed softly, gently, tongues caressing each other slowly. Langly felt his temperature rise, heat flooding through him, sweat breaking out on his chest, and he moved back reluctantly. "God, it's just too hot."

Byers chuckled, stroking a lock of Langly's hair where it had fallen against his shoulder. "Even your hair is hot."

Langly moaned, flopping onto his back. "I hate feeling like this. I was standing there looking at you just now and you looked so gorgeous, normally I'd want to jump on you and pin you to the mattress, but I'm too wiped to do anything about it."

"Mmmn ... you look pretty good yourself. But you're right. Never thought I'd feel like this, but I just don't want to fuck."

"Yeah .... I just miss you, though. Miss being with you like this."

Byers put out his hand, stroking a fingertip, no more, down Langly's hairline. "It's not important."

Langly propped himself up on one elbow, puzzled. "How's that?" He pouted. "You getting tired of me already?"

"No, no, stupid ... I just meant, it doesn't really matter if we can't make love for a few nights. What we have is so much more than that. What we have is for keeps ... for ever. What's a few nights out of the rest of our lives?"

Langly's expression lightened and he grinned. "Put like that .... yeah, I can live with that." He heaved himself up off the bed with a groan, then leaned back down to kiss Byers' hair. Byers sighed. "Go and sleep, Ringo."

"Mmmm... g'night, love." He wandered reluctantly towards the door, but was stopped by Byers' voice, sleepily, behind him. "Oh Ringo...."

"Yeah?"

"One good thing's come out of this ... I like to see you walking about naked. I think you should do it more often."

Langly snorted. "Idiot. Go to sleep."

"'night, Ree."

"Night, John-Boy."



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