Smut

Greg

I peeled my eyes open, blinking lazily as I felt the morning sun rays that seeped in through the open window - most likely opened by Kyle when he came to check on us earlier - on my face. Brian was snuggled to my side, his fist clutching the hoodie I had been wearing as he peacefully slept. I smiled softly, raking my fingers through his hair to wake him up.

Today was to be the onset of his heat wave, at least that's what I knew by Kyle's estimates. He didn't know ...