Hot Summer Night

by Akane

It was only the beginning of summer but the night was hot. Very hot. Not the faintest trace of breeze to cool the oppressing atmosphere. Jon was lasciviously stretching on the bed while looking with interest at Gael who was currently trying to get out of his sweaty clothes. Raising from the bed he went to kiss his lover.

"Still dressed, angel? Do you need some help?"

Jon chuckled when the vampire tugged at his t-shirt, glued to his chest with his sweat. Soon he was naked, enjoying the feeling of the air on his chest when Gael passed close to him with their clothes.

"I think a shower wouldn't be superfluous."

"You're right... let's go."

11:52 p.m.

"Huumm... It feels good... I wish I could spend the night here."

Jon was enjoying the feeling of the cool water cascading on his heated body when he felt Gael's body pressing against his back. A soapy hand glided to his chest to play with a nipple. Jon moaned.

"I don't think I'll get cooler that way, you-"

He was silenced by Gael's lips on his. He started purring when the hand slid lower to meet his aroused flesh. Suddenly Gael was no longer standing behind him but was on his knees in front of him. Jon's hope of cooling definitely vanished when his hot flesh was engulfed in the hotter mouth of the vampire.

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12:34 a.m.

Gael has been sleeping for ten minutes when Jon woke him with kisses.

"I can't sleep..."

"I see... I was luckier than you."

"Sorry to have waken you, but I thought you could... do something to exhaust me so I could sleep..."

Gael sighed. But Jon started kissing him again. He thought it was too hot to make love but Jon's lips and tongue helped him reconsider the question.

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12:40 a.m.

Thump-thump-thump...

"Oh yes, love, harder!"

"I wouldn't want to break the bed, honey!"

Thump-thump-THUMP-THUMP!!

"Wait, Gael, what was that noise?"

"The bed against the wall... or your screams, maybe..."

"No, it was a very loud thump..."

"Don't know..."

"Oh, yes! Deeper! Ah!"

THUMP-THUMP!!

"... I think I know what the strange noise was. It was a fist banging on the wall next room... Maybe you should try yelling lower..."

"At least someone else's not sleeping!"

Thirty minutes later, Gael fell asleep, a satiated young man cuddled up to him.

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1:36 a.m.

Gael was desperately trying to destroy with his nails the coffin he was trapped in when he woke up... in his bed. He sighed in relief. It was only a dream. The air was still suffocating, that could explain the sensation of confinement. But what for the noise? Something sounded like his nails on the wood in his dream. And it was coming from the door. Listening carefully he could eventually hear a small maow. He sighed again. It was Jon's damned cat. He decided to ignore him. A few minutes of scratching later, he changed his mind and went to the door. He opened it to see a stripped furball run in and jump on the bed.

"Oh no, you won't sleep here. This his MY side, go to Jon's if you want."

He tried to push the cat and was rewarded by a clawed paw on his hand. He let out a surprised cry that woke Jon.

"What are you doing with my cat? You're playing with him in the middle of the night, now?"

"Playing? That demon woke me scratching at the door, I kindly let him in, and now he's trying to prevent me from going back to bed. Look! He even scratched my hand!"

"Really? Let me see..."

He took Gael's injured hand and began to kiss and lick every inch of skin. Gael began to consider letting the cat scratch him in other places.

"There, feeling better?"

"Yes, love."

"Could we sleep, then?"

"Yes, love."

They settled back into bed, gently kissing for a while. Soon Gael could hear Jon's even breathing. Good, the boy was asleep. So was the cat at the end of the bed.

Fifteen minutes later, Gael fell asleep.

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2:21 a.m.

"Jon..."

"..."

"Jon!"

"Huummm..."

"Jon!!"

"What?!!"

"Get your cat out of here."

"Out of where?"

"He's sleeping on my chest!"

"It's nice. I like to sleep with my head on your chest, too."

"But you're not a cat, you're not a furry hot cover!"

"Well, you like it when I'm hot and I cover you..."

"I'm not talking about this. Get this cat off me."

"You're a big boy, do it yourself."

"I tried, but you know him, he almost sliced my hand."

"I still don't understand why you're always so mean with this poor Zenki. He's such a nice cat..."

"Mean? Me? He's the one agressive, here. I think he's jealous. He doesn't want me to touch you."

"Are you mad? It's my cat, not my lover! Jealous...!"

"Well, jealous or no, get him off me!"

"Okay, okay. Come on, Zenki, you should sleep in your basket."

"I don't understand why he's sleeping on me if he hates me like this."

"He doesn't hate you. I think it's a game. You know, cats always do this: they go to the only person in a room who hates them."

"I don't hate cats."

"You don't like him."

"I'm getting tired of it, Jon. Let's sleep, now."

They kissed and Jon's head took its place on Gael's chest. After a few minutes, the vampire sighed: it was hotter than Zenki's fur. He hesitated but the boy was already sleeping. He couldn't wake him again to make him move.

Twenty minutes later, Gael fell asleep.

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3:14 a.m.

"Gael, turn, you're snoring!"

Gael opened an eye to look at the clock and sighed.

"What are you talking about? I'm not snoring!"

"Yes, you are. The noise's coming from your side of the bed."

"Well, then explain me how I can still be snoring while I'm talking to you."

Jon opened his mouth to answer but realized that Gael was right: he could still here the noise. Panicked, he grabbed Gael's arm. Gael turned on the light.

"Gael, there's someone in our room! You must do something!"

"Why me?!"

With his free hand the vampire probbed the floor and threw a surprised Zenki at Jon's lap.

"It was your stupid cat! And I don't even want to know how he managed to be so noisy."

Jon looked at Zenki who was starting to make a nest with the sheet between the boy's knees.

"I'm sorry. I think I've better take him to my room for the rest of the night."

Jon grabbed the cat and headed to his room. Gael hoped he would be able to sleep now. This furry troublemaker gone, there was no way he could be disturbed, now. Jon returned to bed and kissed him.

"I'm really sorry. Go back to sleep, love."

"Good night, angel."

Forty minutes later, Gael fell asleep.

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4:20 a.m.

Gael woke up abruptly to realize that Jon was gripping and shaking his arm.

"What, now?"

"I'm thirsty..." answered a sleepy Jon.

"Drink, then."

"Give me something to drink..."

"You can get water in the bathroom..."

"Good idea, go and get me a glass of water."

"Go get it yourself!"

Jon gave his best puppy look. With a sigh Gael got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later with a glass of fresh water... to find that Jon was already asleep.

"Honey, here's your glass."

Jon didn't answer.

"Jon? Wake up, love. Drink!"

"Huummm... Let me sleep..." He turned and went back to sleep.

With a new and bigger sigh, Gael put the glass down on his bedside table and went back to bed.

Thirty minutes later Gael fell asleep.

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5:45 a.m.

Gael almost fell off the bed when Jon yanked his pillow from under his head.

"Wake up! It's late. Do you remember? You promised me you'll take me fishing this morning."

"Forget it, we'll go tomorrow. I need to sleep..."

"Sleep? I think you're sleeping too much."

Gael looked a him silently for a while then grabbed the previously discarded glass of water. Ignoring the indignant yelp he got at throwing the water at the boy's face, he retrieved his pillow and turned his back. A few seconds later he heared Jon leaving the room, cursing, and the door closing.

Sighing happily he fell asleep. At last.

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