Hot

A/N: oh my god okay so I've never uploaded any smut I've written before because I'm so scared it sucks and pepole will judge me but I made the mistake of sending this to my friend the other day and she literally forced me to upload it so I'm sorry omg I might delete this in a little bit I'm sorry don't read this if you don't want to I won't hate you I just I'm sorry I'll never upload any again and write fluff forever goodbye I'm out deuces

I rolled around in my bed, my covers all pushed to the floor along with my clothes. The only little fan I had was positioned in front of me and blew stale air on my face, but it wasn't nearly enough. It was four in the morning and I had not slept a wink all night.

It was the beginning of August, in northern California, also known as basically hell. It was hot, and by that, I mean just in the house, it was well over one hundred degrees. And, of course, just our luck, our air conditioning broke today, and no one could be sent to fix it until tomorrow morning.

I groaned, laying my head back down on my pillows. I was sweating more than I ever had in my life, and I had a terrible heat-headache that would not go away no matter how much water I drank or how much Tylenol I swallowed.

I sat up, deciding trying to sleep was pointless. At least in here.

I unplugged my fan and left my room, using the flashlight on my phone to guide me down the hallway. I pushed Anthony's door open, not even bothering to knock; I knew he would be awake. It was impossible to sleep in this heat.

Sure enough, as soon as I walked in his room, he sat up a little, groaning.

"What?"

"I'm sleeping in here," I stated, plugging my fan in next to his. "You have the bigger fan."

He opened his mouth like he was going to protest, and then closed it, giving up. It was a logical argument; this way, we would have two fans, and it's not like it was that big of a deal. We were best friends. And it's not like we've never shared a bed before.

I aimed both the fans at his bed before crawling up next to him, laying down and sighing. It already felt a few degrees cooler, and for the first time all night, I thought I might actually be able to get a few minutes of rest.

We laid for a few minutes, and still, sleep did not find me. I knew Anthony was awake too; he kept rolling around, and he usually snored just a little. 

I rolled over, my eyes half-open, and found myself facing Anthony, whose eyes were closed and arms were thrown behind his head loosely. I found myself staring for a second, because his shirt was off and his chest was dotted with sweat and damn he looked hot.

I shook the head out of my head, closing my eyes fully and just trying to sleep. Now wasn't the time for those thoughts. It was late and the heat seemed to fuck with my mind.

We stayed that way for a few minutes, and soon, I opened my eyes, because I couldn't help myself. I needed another look. We were both only in our boxers, and it was hot, and so was Anthony.

But, as soon as I sleepily flung my eyes open, I found another pair staring back at mine, and my breath caught in my throat.

It was dark in his room, but the moonlight streaming in through the window was enough for our eyes to lock. His were dark and almost full of... lust. Maybe he was thinking the same thing I was. It wouldn't be the first time.

But, to my disappointment, after a minute, he only rolled over and turned his back to me. I turned the other way as well, because maybe if I wasn't looking at him I wouldn't think about him.