racing_snowman used with mun permissionIt wasn't the heat in Miami that drove him up the wall. Settled under his skin and made him growl, twitchy and lazy. It was the humidity. He felt like he was walking into body-warm mist every time he stepped out the door, and that just ain't right. Wanted to find a pool and maybe live in it for a week.
But the heat did one thing right: Brian was damn pretty when he was flushed, sweat beading on his face and his neck, his stupid moussed hair falling a little out of its style, sticking to his forehead.
"Wanna close up early?" Rome asked, settling one hip against the car he was working on, watching the way Brian's shirt stuck to his chest.
Brian glanced at him, smiled, a slow spread of his mouth, and Rome grinned back, heat edging through his system, warmer than Miami air.
And a hell of a lot more fun.