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Blame It on the Heat

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Summary: : It's an unbearably hot day in the Zones, but there's something hotter right outside the diner - your best friend, Kobra

Author: xocasper ( on ao3)

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"Why is it so damn hot out?" Ghoul groaned, stretching out on a seat in the diner. You had just gotten back from a supply run, and you were more than grateful to be in the cool confinements of the diner.

"Because we live in the desert, dumbass," Party responded, who was sick of listening to his friend complain about the heat all day. Ghoul pouted at his response and prepared to start a squabble.

"At least I don't cosplay as the American flag."

"I do not look like the American flag!" Party, ever the anarchist, took his words personally and looked to Jet for support, who just shook his head and continued to tinker with the radio.

"C'mon, you see it too, don't you?" Ghoul giggled, glancing at you as if you would give in. Like Jet, you knew better to feed into their petty arguments. With your arms raised in surrender, you swung your legs over the worn cushions and left in search of Kobra.

Kobra was your favorite. You had met him after saving his ass from a group of Draculoids, and after getting over the initial shock of the situation, he asked you to join his gang. He had always been very sweet to you, making sure to retell the whole story to his friends that night so you could get the recognition you deserve. That was months ago though, and your bond had only strengthened over time.

You pushed through the metal doors, burning your hands slightly and feeling a wave of heat as you stepped out of the diner. The sound of your boots scuffing against the dusty ground made Kobra lift his head to see you, and the view before you had your head spinning.

There he was, and god was he a sight for sore eyes. His t-shirt lay discarded next to him, and a thin sheen of sweat covered his lean figure. His bleached hair was unkempt, loose strands sticking to his forehead, and his hands were stained with oil from his motorcycle. The scene definitely stirred something inside of you, causing several vulgar thoughts to plague your mind.

Kobra's eyes softened upon seeing you, beckoning you over while still crouched next to his motorcycle. When you didn't say anything, he took the liberty of speaking first.

"Did you come out here for something or were you just planning on ogling at me all day?" he joked, and you rolled your eyes at him.

"Nah, Party and Ghoul are bickering again and I didn't feel like getting in the middle of it."

He offered you a sympathetic smile and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, him fixing up his bike, and you admiring him. Maybe you shouldn't stare so blatantly, but if he had an issue with it he'd probably let you know.

As the minutes passed, it only seemed to get hotter, the California sun beating down on you and undoubtedly leaving burns for you to treat later. You couldn't help but complain about it, and Kobra promised that he would finish up soon and you could go sit in the shade.

The next few minutes were spent watching the man, how he'd furrow his brow as he rifled through his tools or the way he'd bite his lip while he surveyed his work. A sense of guilt swirled in your stomach with each passing thought. Obviously, you didn't want to make your friend uncomfortable, but that was the problem.

You had never just been friends with Kobra. Sure, you had always found him attractive but you were typically able to push it down. Perhaps it was the heat getting to you, but you could hardly find the decency to suppress your desires.