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If anyone needed proof that God hates queers, Whizzer would point to the fact that his air conditioner decided to quit working just as a heatwave attacked New York City.
Whizzer, now stripped down to nothing but his briefs, opens his refrigerator and sticks his head inside, breathing in the cold air and pretending he was in some winter wonderland. He doesn't bother to check his hair, already knowing that it's probably grown three times the size since he checked last time. Fuck, when is Marvin getting back?
As if on cue, Marvin enters the apartment, immediately shucking off his clothes as soon as he shuts the door behind him. Whizzer feels a bubble of hope in his chest before it quickly bursts, his eyes narrowing, "Where is the air conditioner?"
"Everywhere is sold out," Marvin tells him, disgruntled, "They put me on back order. We'll have to wait at least two more days."
"I'll be dead by then." Whizzer bemoans, the sweat coating his body like a fur coat.
"Quit being so dramatic," Marvin rolls his eyes and gestures to the three pound bag of ice by his feet, "At least I got this."
"What are we gonna do with that?" Whizzer points out, "Spoon it until it melts in our bed?"
"I was thinking ice bath," Marvin says, "But I guess we could go with your ‘brilliant’ idea."
Whizzer shamelessly strips off his underwear and makes his way to the bathroom, "What are we waiting for? Let's go."
Minutes later, as soon as Whizzer steps into the icy waters, he feels instant relief. The frigid water cools off his molten skin and embraces him in its wet, chilled glory. Marvin slips in after him, slotting his body between Whizzer's legs and leaning back against his chest. They stay like this in peaceful silence before Marvin can't seem to take it anymore, bragging, "Did I have the best idea or what?"
"I'd prefer long-term relief like with an air conditioner," Whizzer responds before admitting, "But this isn't so bad."
"Soak it all in," Marvin advises, "It won't last that long."
"Well," Under the water, Whizzer inches his hand up Marvin's thigh, "I think I've realized a means of distraction from the heat then."
"Really?" Marvin chokes, and though his skin is cooling off, Whizzer's lower body is burning all of a sudden. Forgoing a response, Whizzer bites his ear and starts trailing kisses along the length of his neck. Marvin preens under the attention, sticking his neck out farther for Whizzer to continue. As he mouths at the bolt of Marvin's jaw, Whizzer kneads his chest, pressing and caressing and pinching at the muscle and eliciting a string of groans from the man.
"Whizzer," He mutters, like a blessing, like a curse, like a prayer, "Whizzer, Whizzer, Whizzer..." Letting his hands wander lower, Whizzer turns his head and captures Marvin's lips with his own, relishing how the man groans and buckles under his expert fingers. Marvin entangles a hand in Whizzer's mess of hair, pulling the strands and gasping into his mouth every time Whizzer flicks his wrist just right. Before Whizzer can finish him off, Marvin pushes his hands away, gasping, "You'll ruin the bath. We can do this later."
Whizzer knows he's right, but he still pulls Marvin close and bites his shoulder. Allowing both men to catch their breaths, they return to the peaceful stillness of the cool water, the silence of the room disturbed only by the rapid beats of their passion-fueled hearts.