As soon as he stepped into his trailer, Went stripped off his shirt, discarding it on an ever-growing pile of sweat-soaked clothing. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and then threw himself onto the couch. It was so hot on the set that it was impossible for him to remember his lines anymore. Even in the relative coolness of his trailer, he could feel sweat pooling in his clavicle and navel. No wonder Dom always wore his shirts unbuttoned. Given the choice between heatstroke and sitting for the tattoo application, he'd rather take heatstroke. Putting that thing sucked too many hours out of his life. <br /><br />Groaning slightly, he pressed the water bottle against his neck. He thought of all the people who worked outside in this kind of heat everyday and wondered how they did it. Maybe he was just a weak pretty boy like everyone seemed to think. His eyes slipped closed and he tried to concentrate on his breathing. In, out, in, out. <br /><br />He was almost asleep when he heard his trailer door open. It was probably some crew member or something, so he kept his eyes closed. If they desperately needed him for some reason, they would wake him up. <br /><br />"Well aren't you just the picture of wantonness."<br /><br />Went cracked an eye open and scowled in Bill's general direction. "I'm the picture of someone who desperately needs a shower."<br /><br />Bill wrinkled his nose a little. "That too."<br /><br />Before Went could come up with a witty reply, Bill had shoved his feet to the side and flopped onto the other end of the couch. His boots landed with a heavy thump on the coffee table. Went groaned in annoyance and kicked lightly at Bill's thigh.<br /><br />"It's hot enough as it is without you crowding my personal space."<br /><br />"The air's out in my trailer, kid. Deal," Bill said with a shrug.<br /><br />Giving up on getting his couch back, Went sat up and took a long gulp from the water bottle. When it was drained, he threw it across the room. It almost made it into the recycling bin. Bill gave him a golf clap and Went stuck his tongue out at him.<br /><br />"If you're going to invade my trailer, the least you could do is be useful," Went commented.<br /><br />Bill arched one brow. "Concerning what?"<br /><br />Went shrugged. "I don't know. Getting ice." Just imagining the cool slide of ice against his tongue made Went shiver a bit. "Yeah, that would be really good."<br /><br />It surprised Went when Bill got up and went to the freezer, but he wasn't about to let the opportunity be wasted, so he slithered back down into the cushions and closed his eyes. In his imagination, he was getting a nice suntan. In Siberia. There was ice and snow as far as he could see and it was blessedly cold. <br /><br />About the time he was picturing himself ice fishing, something very, very cold touched his navel. He jerked awake to find Bill sliding an ice cube over his stomach. Bill was sitting on the edge of the coffee table with a bowl of ice next to him. Apparently, he too had abandoned his shirt to the laundry pile somewhere along the way. <br /><br />Went looked at him through half-lidded, curious eyes. "When I asked for ice, I didn't expect this kind of service."<br /><br />Bill smirked at him. "I expect a very extravagant tip."<br /><br />"Hmm," Went murmured. "You'll have to take that up with my accountant."<br /><br />The ice slid up from his stomach to his chest and as it melted, Bill's fingers started to brush his skin. Went shivered involuntarily and he told himself it was from the cold. When Bill's fingertips brushed his nipple and he gasped, he told himself it was just out of surprise. He really couldn't think up an excuse when Bill held up an ice cube to his mouth and he flicked his tongue out to catch droplets from Bill's fingertips. At that point, Bill smirked again, but Went couldn't do much other than pout until the ice melted on his tongue.<br /><br />"Feeling better, sunshine?" <br /><br />"Mmm."<br /><br />Went arched his back up a little as another ice cube circled his nipple. The heat of the sun was transforming into something entirely different with every touch. He wasn't sure what Bill's intentions were, so he was a bit embarrassed by his reactions, not to mention his growing arousal. Maybe, he thought, this is all some delusion brought on by the heat. <br /><br />"I want to fuck you."<br /><br />The words were hot and heavy in his ear. Bill's breath against his skin sent little shockwaves through his body and the groan that escaped his throat seemed like it was torn from somewhere deep inside of him.<br /><br />"I'll take that as a mutual agreement."<br /><br />Bill's teeth scraped against his neck and Went lifted his arms to dig his fingernails into his back, dragging him closer. After licking at the scraped flesh, Bill swung his leg over so he was straddling Went's hips. Went slid his arms down so his hands were resting on Bill's hips. <br /><br />When Bill's lips touched his, Went moaned softly and then gave himself up to the kiss. With every scrape of Bill's teeth against his lower lip, with every sweep of his tongue, Went gave back as good as he was getting. He lost himself in the flash point of skin against skin, igniting into something beyond his control. <br /><br />His hips bucked up helplessly when Bill started nipping lightly along his jaw; his body seeking something his mind couldn't comprehend. Then Bill shifted and their groins made contact. At that point, Went's mind shut off completely. He threw his head back as he pushed his hips up hard against Bill and Bill answered by driving him into the couch with every calculated roll of his hips. <br /><br />"Fuck," Went moaned in one, long, drawn-out breath. <br /><br />He could've sworn he felt Bill smile against his neck. Went let himself go, growling low in his throat as his fingers dug into Bill's ass, trying to push him even closer. Soon, Bill was growling in his ear with every thrust. <br /><br />A thousand stars burst behind his eyes and Went arched up one last time as a desperate keening noise erupting from his throat. He felt like his soul was trying to strip itself from the tangled embrace of his body and that feeling was the definition of ecstasy.<br /><br />He crashed back to earth, staring into Bill's eyes as he came with a throaty moan before his body went slack. Went curled one hand at the back of Bill's neck and pulled him down for a searing kiss. Bill groaned into his mouth as Went stretched languorously against him. <br /><br />"I take back what I said about invading my personal space," Went murmured.<br /><br />"Hmm?" Bill responded without lifting his head from where it had dropped against Went's neck.<br /><br />"You should really do it more often."<br /><br />Bill laughed against Went's neck. "I knew you'd change your mind."<br /><br />Trying to hold back his own laughter, Went shoved lightly at Bill's shoulder. "I liked you better when you were waiting on me hand and foot, you arrogant prick."<br /><br />Sharp teeth dug into Went's shoulder and he yelped. Bill lifted his head and grinned. "Mind your elders, kid."<br /><br />Went snorted. "Sure, dirty old man."<br /><br />"That's daddy to you," Bill quipped. <br /><br />"I seriously need to take a shower now, thanks," Went said as he scrunched up his nose. <br /><br />Bill sat up, his eyes lingering over Went's body. "Why bother when you're just going to get dirty all over again?"<br /><br />Glancing at the door to the trailer, where the oppressive heat awaited them, Went groaned. "Don't remind me."<br /><br />"That wasn't what I meant," Bill said huskily as he lightly traced one finger down the fly of Went's pants.<br /><br />"Oh." Went met Bill's eyes and licked his lips. 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