Angelos 'Heatwave' Series
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veiledndarknessEric/Cole - Bittersweet Symphony
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Cole crept closer to the balcony, his eyes on the target ahead. He paused by the far wall, the sunshine pouring in. An oppressive heat had blanketed the city for over a week now and showed no signs of winding down any time soon. Cole licked his lips, taking one quiet, stealthy step after another.
He paused again, his weapon held tightly in his palms, the sweat that gathered on his forehead ignored. He took another step closer to the balcony, the glass sliding door open completely, letting any excuse for a breeze indoors. He crouched down when a rustling of paper broke the muted afternoon stillness.
Cole waited a beat before taking the final step needed. He raised his arm steadily, aiming with great precision. He curled his finger over the trigger, hesitating mere seconds before he pressed down, an arc of icy cold water bursting from the nozzle and landing on the bare back of the man lying down in front of him.
Eric let out a sound that could only be defined as a shriek-growl and rolled away from the stream. “Oh, you are gonna fucking die!” he roared as he struggled to stand up, his legs woozy from his sun nap.
Cole laughed wildly and dodged Eric’s outstretched hands. “Aww, c’mon Baby, you were sweating, you looked like you needed to cool down!” he protested, squirting him again as he darted back into the apartment, Eric’s fluid curses filling the air.
Cole ran into the bedroom, expecting to be followed. After a long moment, he cautiously poked his head out of the doorway. “Eric?” he called. An evil chuckle was his response.
“Eric?” Cole said as he took another step out, the water pistol clutched in his hand for safety. He felt the water before he saw it, freezing cold, covering him from head to toe. He yelped, dropping to the ground. “Oh holy fuck!” he shouted, laughing even as he squirmed.
Eric stood over him, his bare skin shining wet, a large bucket clasped under one arm. “You are so fuckin’ bad, you know that?!” he said, dropping the bucket in favor of kissing Cole.
Cole shivered and arched against him, their damp, still warm skin rubbing together. “You shriek like a girl,” he countered, licking the tip of his nose.
Eric growled and kissed him hard. “How ‘bout I make you scream like one?”
“Promise?” Cole grinned, dropping the water pistol, his arms wrapping around Eric’s neck.
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Cole crept closer to the balcony, his eyes on the target ahead. He paused by the far wall, the sunshine pouring in. An oppressive heat had blanketed the city for over a week now and showed no signs of winding down any time soon. Cole licked his lips, taking one quiet, stealthy step after another.
He paused again, his weapon held tightly in his palms, the sweat that gathered on his forehead ignored. He took another step closer to the balcony, the glass sliding door open completely, letting any excuse for a breeze indoors. He crouched down when a rustling of paper broke the muted afternoon stillness.
Cole waited a beat before taking the final step needed. He raised his arm steadily, aiming with great precision. He curled his finger over the trigger, hesitating mere seconds before he pressed down, an arc of icy cold water bursting from the nozzle and landing on the bare back of the man lying down in front of him.
Eric let out a sound that could only be defined as a shriek-growl and rolled away from the stream. “Oh, you are gonna fucking die!” he roared as he struggled to stand up, his legs woozy from his sun nap.
Cole laughed wildly and dodged Eric’s outstretched hands. “Aww, c’mon Baby, you were sweating, you looked like you needed to cool down!” he protested, squirting him again as he darted back into the apartment, Eric’s fluid curses filling the air.
Cole ran into the bedroom, expecting to be followed. After a long moment, he cautiously poked his head out of the doorway. “Eric?” he called. An evil chuckle was his response.
“Eric?” Cole said as he took another step out, the water pistol clutched in his hand for safety. He felt the water before he saw it, freezing cold, covering him from head to toe. He yelped, dropping to the ground. “Oh holy fuck!” he shouted, laughing even as he squirmed.
Eric stood over him, his bare skin shining wet, a large bucket clasped under one arm. “You are so fuckin’ bad, you know that?!” he said, dropping the bucket in favor of kissing Cole.
Cole shivered and arched against him, their damp, still warm skin rubbing together. “You shriek like a girl,” he countered, licking the tip of his nose.
Eric growled and kissed him hard. “How ‘bout I make you scream like one?”
“Promise?” Cole grinned, dropping the water pistol, his arms wrapping around Eric’s neck.
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