HEAT by Alison

Email:  xalison@excite.com
Category:  Slash, Langly/Byers 
Status:   Complete:  PWP
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc
Archive:   Lone Slasher, Basement, WWOMB, Gossamer, 
Ephemeral;  anywhere else, just ask
Summary:  It's a hot night at the Lone Gunmen HQ.

Note:  Okay, this is what goes through my head at 2 am 
when it's just too hot to sleep!  



LONE GUNMEN HQ, 2 AM

Langly leaned against the doorpost of Byers' room, 
looking inside at his lover sprawled fast asleep
on the bed.  Asleep, completely naked and exposed 
in the soft light coming over Langly's shoulder from the 
corridor.  On this hottest night of the year so far, he had 
pushed all his covers off and was lying on his back, 
legs and arms spread wide to try to keep cool, but 
his body was still gleaming with sweat.

Langly sighed, partly with longing but mostly with regret. 
 It was just too hot.  They hadn't slept together for a week - 
it was just to uncomfortable to try and share a 
bed with another person however you felt about them.  
Sleeping next to another person was like sleeping next 
to a radiator.  And even at 2 AM, it was just too hot to 
even think about sex.  Ten minutes after a cold shower,
and already every movement, the slightest
effort, started the sweat trickling down his ribs. Even with the 
windows open, there was not a breath of a breeze.
Even breathing was difficult, the air was as thick and hot 
as a sauna.

And yet ... his lover was just so beautiful. Lying there in
 the dim light, his body uncovered and vulnerable;  Langly 
just couldn't tear his eyes away, savouring the sight.  
Every inch of him, from his firm shoulders, smooth chest 
glistening with sweat, the lines of his ribs, his flat stomach, 
the little dark shadow of his navel, the line of dark hair down 
his abdomen, the curving jut of his hipbone, his firm strong 
thighs.  The patch of hair at his groin, half in shadow.  
Langly moved closer to see better.  His lover's cock, 
limp in sleep, lay across the hollow of his thigh. His balls, 
nested in dark hair, lay between his thighs like 
ripe fruit.  Langly sighed again.  Byers looked exactly as 
he did after a night  of passionate sex.  Totally relaxed 
in every muscle, unable to move from exhaustion.

His gaze returned to Byers' face, and a smile crossed 
Langly's own.  Byers' face was turned towards him, his mouth 
slightly open. His thick dark eyelashes shadowed the soft 
skin of his cheek.  Langly came and stood over him, aching 
to touch.   But no ... they were all having trouble sleeping.  
He wouldn't wake John from the first proper sleep he had 
had for days.  

He looked down at himself, at his own naked body.  His own 
limp cock, totally unresponsive even at the sight of this incredibly 
sexy man sprawled naked just a few feet away. God, he must 
be getting old ... 

He could hear noises from downstairs, Jimmy and Frohike 
talking about something in soft voices as they got ready for 
bed.  They had all got into the habit of working late downstairs, 
where the ancient air conditioning still pumped out just
 enough cool air to keep the computers happy.  But there 
had never been enough spare cash to extend the system 
upstairs.  The last few nights had been hell.  Frohike had 
got into the habit of sleeping downstairs on the couch, 
and after a couple of completely sleepless nights tossing 
and turning in increasing irritation with each other, Langly 
had reluctantly decamped to his own bedroom.  But he 
had never expected to miss Byers so much.  

Not just the sex ... the last few days had shown them both 
that there was so much more to their relationship than that.  
The closeness, the companionship, the security of having 
your love next to you in the night, feeling his presence waking 
or sleeping, just knowing he was there next to you, safe, 
and you were safe as well as long as you could hear him 
breathing in the night.

He sat on the edge of the bed, carefully so as not to wake Byers. 
No, he had never expected to feel like this.  Never thought that 
he would be so lucky, to have such a love as this.  So 
completely unexpected, this man who had been his friend 
and colleague for so many years but had suddenly turned 
into his lover, revealing and showing a depth of passion 
and commitment that Langly had only ever dreamed 
about before.  

He eased himself onto the edge of the bed, lying facing Byers, 
gazing into his face.  God, he loved this man so much.  Did 
Byers miss him at night as much as Ringo missed him?  
A soft groan almost a sob, escaped him.  

Byers twitched, sighed and blinked his eyes open sleepily.  
A gentle, trusting smile spread over his face.  
"Ringo ....  couldn't you sleep?"

"I'm just going to bed now. Came to say goodnight."

His lover reached out one hand and Langly leaned forward 
for a goodnight kiss, brushing his lips against the soft mouth, 
feeling Byers' whiskers brush his cheek.  They kissed softly, 
gently, tongues caressing each other slowly.  Langly felt his 
temperature rise, heat flooding through him, sweat breaking 
out on his chest, and he moved back reluctantly.  "God, it's 
just too hot."

Byers chuckled, stroking a lock of Langly's hair where it had 
fallen against his shoulder.  "Even your hair is hot."

Langly moaned,  flopping onto his back.  "I hate feeling like 
this.  I was standing there looking at you just now and you 
looked so gorgeous, normally I'd want to jump on you and 
pin you to the mattress,  but I'm too wiped to do anything 
about it."

"Mmmn ... you look pretty good yourself.  But you're right.  
Never thought I'd feel like this, but I just don't want to fuck."

"Yeah .... I just miss you, though.  Miss being with you like
this."

Byers put out his hand, stroking a fingertip, no more, down
Langly's hairline.  "It's not important."

Langly propped himself up on one elbow, puzzled.  "How's 
that?"  He pouted.  "You getting tired of me already?"

"No, no, stupid ... I just meant, it doesn't really matter if we 
can't make love for a few nights. What we have is so 
much more than that.  What we have is for keeps ... for ever.  
What's a few nights out of the rest of our lives?"

Langly's expression lightened and he grinned.  "Put like
that .... yeah, I can live with that."  He heaved himself up
off the bed with a groan, then leaned back down to kiss
Byers' hair.  Byers sighed.  "Go and sleep, Ringo."

"Mmmm... g'night, love."  He wandered reluctantly 
towards the door, but was stopped by Byers' voice,
sleepily, behind him.  "Oh Ringo...."

"Yeah?"

"One good thing's come out of this ... I like to see
you walking about naked.  I think you should do it
more often."

Langly snorted.  "Idiot.  Go to sleep."

"'night, Ree."

"Night, John-Boy."




END