Late Night Swim
Wayne should be miserable in the hot and stale night air wafting around the mansion-- considering he doesn’t sweat and runs a naturally warmer body temperature due to his muscle mass. He should just as easily be able to sleep through the night as through any other night, but he can’t. His husband and bond mate, Bernard is on the opposite end of the bed with beads of sweat pouring off of him. He can’t stand seeing him like this, but there is nothing he can do. If he was cold, that would be completely different.
“Huh…” Wayne sighs to himself. Little things like this are a constant reminder of how different he is from everyone else around him. Right now he honestly wishes that he was only human so he could suffer through the heat with Bernard.
The AC is going full blast, but its not doing much to help the situation… He thought folding his arms behind his head. His train of thought wanders from one topic to another until settling on the dilemma confronting him. Why didn’t I think of this sooner!? It’s so obvious. If we can’t make things cool in here than why don’t we go someplace where it is cool? “You awake Bernard?” Wayne asks.
“I was…until you started talking…” Bernard mumbled without turning toward him.
“I was thinking--” Wayne started to say propping himself up and turning toward his mate until he was interrupted.
“You…thinking?” Wayne wasn’t sure if Bernard was being his sarcastic self, or the prolonged heat wave was starting to fry his brain, but either way he decided to ignore the comment.
“Why don’t we get out of here and have a late night dip in the pool?”
“I’m too tired and it’s too dark and I can’t see well.”
“Come on…you would rather stay up here and sweat like a fountain? As much as you’re sweating you could probably water the lawn with it.”
“Huh…ok…” He said in reluctant agreement.
Wayne led the way fetching a flashlight, some towels and tiki torches for outdoor lighting with Bernard trailing behind him like a zombie.
Once at the pools edge Wayne set up the tiki torches and they discarded their clothes.
Ever the reserved, cautious, pessimist Bernard only managed to test the water with his big toe before Wayne picked him up and threw him in before making a splash himself with a cannon ball and screaming at the top of his lungs, “cowabunga!”
“Is that supposed to impress me?” Bernard sarcastically quipped as he surfaced and took a splash of water to the face. Bernard flashed a peeved, death glare at his mate to which Wayne merely smiled. “You’re so dead…” Bernard said as a splashing fight ensued between the two lovers and they forgot all about the heat.
Author's Notes:
1) I wrote this out to be longer, but started having problems with how to wrap it up. With this little fanfic less is more--I think.
“Huh…” Wayne sighs to himself. Little things like this are a constant reminder of how different he is from everyone else around him. Right now he honestly wishes that he was only human so he could suffer through the heat with Bernard.
The AC is going full blast, but its not doing much to help the situation… He thought folding his arms behind his head. His train of thought wanders from one topic to another until settling on the dilemma confronting him. Why didn’t I think of this sooner!? It’s so obvious. If we can’t make things cool in here than why don’t we go someplace where it is cool? “You awake Bernard?” Wayne asks.
“I was…until you started talking…” Bernard mumbled without turning toward him.
“I was thinking--” Wayne started to say propping himself up and turning toward his mate until he was interrupted.
“You…thinking?” Wayne wasn’t sure if Bernard was being his sarcastic self, or the prolonged heat wave was starting to fry his brain, but either way he decided to ignore the comment.
“Why don’t we get out of here and have a late night dip in the pool?”
“I’m too tired and it’s too dark and I can’t see well.”
“Come on…you would rather stay up here and sweat like a fountain? As much as you’re sweating you could probably water the lawn with it.”
“Huh…ok…” He said in reluctant agreement.
Wayne led the way fetching a flashlight, some towels and tiki torches for outdoor lighting with Bernard trailing behind him like a zombie.
Once at the pools edge Wayne set up the tiki torches and they discarded their clothes.
Ever the reserved, cautious, pessimist Bernard only managed to test the water with his big toe before Wayne picked him up and threw him in before making a splash himself with a cannon ball and screaming at the top of his lungs, “cowabunga!”
“Is that supposed to impress me?” Bernard sarcastically quipped as he surfaced and took a splash of water to the face. Bernard flashed a peeved, death glare at his mate to which Wayne merely smiled. “You’re so dead…” Bernard said as a splashing fight ensued between the two lovers and they forgot all about the heat.
Author's Notes:
1) I wrote this out to be longer, but started having problems with how to wrap it up. With this little fanfic less is more--I think.