Justin walked into the living room, intent on getting to the couch. JC looked up from where he was sitting in the big, overstuff chair and sighed, running a hand across his face before dropping it on top of the notebook lying in his lap. Justin was still naked. He’d been walking around naked all day and it was driving JC nuts. Well, and completely turning him on, but that was part of the problem too.

Justin was hot. Their central air system had died sometime during the night and Justin had been complaining about it all day. He claimed clothes were too much of an inconvenience today so he was going without. And JC had been partially hard because of it all day. The problem was, Justin was too hot and cranky for JC to be able to do anything even remotely sexual with him. He’d tried, more than once. Justin wasn’t having any of it.

“Do you feel any better?” JC asked, forcing his eyes off the beautiful naked body sprawled across the couch.

“I did. Until I stepped out from under the cool shower spray. Now I’m just hot again. When the hell is the damn repair man supposed to get here?”

“Sometime after four,” JC replied, glancing up at the clock hanging on the opposite wall. It was almost three. “Please tell me when it gets to be four you’ll at least put a pair of shorts on.” His eyes landed on Justin again as Justin nodded absently. JC took in the long, lean, muscular body, the tight chest, the chiseled abs, right down to his gorgeous cock, nestled softly between his thighs. Shaking himself, JC stood, dropping his notebook into the now unoccupied seat, and made his way to the kitchen.

Returning a few minutes later with two large glasses, he handed one to Justin. “Ice water.” Justin smiled widely and took the glass from JC’s hand. Bringing it to his lips, he took a long drink, his eyes never leaving JC’s. JC watched, mesmerized, as Justin’s throat worked, swallowing the water down hungrily. Justin had drained half the glass before he finally pulled it away from his mouth.

“Thank you, sweetness.” Setting the glass on the ground next to the couch, his hand ran up JC’s bare stomach, across his chest, over his shoulder, and back down his arm until JC’s wrist was wrapped in Justin’s large hand. Justin pulled lightly, bringing JC’s body down closer to his until their lips touched. Justin kissed him softly for a moment, his hand still wrapped around JC’s wrist, his other hand coming to rest on the back of JC’s neck. Then, with a final lick across JC’s bottom lip, Justin pulled away and winked at him.

But JC wasn’t ready for it to be over. He’d been semi hard all afternoon and Justin wasn’t getting away with just a kiss. Instead, JC took a drink from his own glass, set it beside Justin’s and climbed onto the couch, straddling Justin’s naked thighs.

“Jace, babe...too hot,” Justin mumbled as JC’s hands moved across his skin. JC just smiled and leaned his head down, bringing his lips to Justin’s stomach. Justin started to protest again, but as JC opened his lips slightly, Justin’s protest was cut short.

“Jesus! Oh...Jace...” A shiver ran through his body and JC smiled against the skin, slipping the ice cube fully back into his mouth and pressing his lips against the now cool patch of skin he’d just let the ice cube work its way across. Moving up slowly, JC placed soft, closed mouth kisses up Justin’s stomach and chest until he reached one of Justin’s nipples. He let the ice cube slip back partially though his lips, holding it in place as he dipped his head to Justin’s chest, letting the cold ice cube run across his nipple. Justin’s back arched, a hiss fell from his lips, his eyes closed tightly. “Fuck!” His nipple was hard instantly from the coldness. JC wrapped his tongue around the ice cube, considerably smaller now than when he’d started due to Justin’s body heat. He pulled it back into his mouth before slipping his tongue back out to lick across Justin’s nipple.

Justin’s hands found his hair, his fingers wrapping around the chocolate locks and holding on tightly as JC moved his lips and tongue across the expanse of Justin’s chest before letting the ice cube slip out to run across his other nipple, causing a very similar reaction.

JC pulled back, sitting up on Justin’s hips, Justin’s hardness pressing snugly against him, and watched Justin’s eyes flutter open. He was panting slightly from the sensations the ice had caused in his body, his eyes deep, thick pools of desire and lust. And love. Always love. He reached out a hand to run softly against JC’s cheek. He looked like he wanted to say something, but JC could tell words were escaping him at the moment. JC winked before bending down for his glass, next to the couch, and tipped another ice cube into his mouth. Justin shuttered in anticipation.

JC lowered his head again, letting the ice cube run across Justin’s collarbone, across his neck, and up his jaw to his ear lobe. A trail of water left from the melting ice cube lay on Justin’s skin and once the ice was gone, JC licked back down, following the trail, letting the sweet taste of Justin’s skin mix with the water. He sucked deeply on Justin’s collarbone, his lips and tongue cold, only stopping once Justin was withering below him and the blood had risen to the surface of the skin, marking Justin.

Justin’s arms came around JC’s body, stroking up and down his back as he panted heavily, moaning against JC’s shoulder. His legs spread and JC slid between them, resting fully on top of Justin as their mouths connected. Their erections pressed tightly together and JC pressed down slightly, creating a glorious amount of friction, causing both men to gasp into each other’s mouth. Justin’s hand slid from JC’s back around his waist, slipping between them to the buttons on JC’s shorts. After making short work of the button and zipper, JC shimmied out of his shorts, kicking them to the ground before dropping back on top of Justin.

Hot hot heat, pressed together. Slick, soft skin sliding against each other. It took all JC had to remember the cup full of ice on the ground next to him, but he finally pulled back, licking at Justin’s bottom lip one last time before he reached for the glass. He tipped another ice cube into his mouth and moved to settle, kneeling between Justin’s spread legs. Without a word, he lowered his head, kissing Justin’s thigh, letting the ice cube slip out for just a moment, a teasing flash of coldness against the hot skin before he sucked it back into his mouth and licked the skin.

Justin’s legs spread wider, allowing JC more room, as he reached above him, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the couch. JC pressed soft kisses up Justin’s thigh to his hip bone, letting the ice cube slip back between his lips to rest on the protruding bone before sliding it across Justin’s lower abdomen to his other hip bone. Justin shuddered from the coldness, but begged JC not to stop, his words wrapping around JC’s brain in a thick haze, full of want and need.

Reaching down for his glass, JC grabbed two more pieces of ice, slipping one into his mouth before lowering his head to Justin’s stomach, letting the ice swirl along his hard abs, dip into his navel, play around the skin. The other piece he held in his hand as he wrapped it around Justin’s thick erection. Justin gasp, arching again as the cold ice slid up and down along with JC’s hand. JC could tell Justin’s mind was on sensory overload, his eyes shut tightly, his hands fisting into the couch cushions, his body moving, thrusting against JC’s hand. The ice in his hand melted quickly from the hotness of Justin’s body but the one in his mouth still remained so JC lowered his head and took Justin deep in one quick move.

Justin screamed, actually screamed out loud, as the cold ice and JC’s hot mouth hit him, taking him all the way in. The ice rested on JC’s tongue as he moved his head up and down, sucking and licking his way along Justin’s cock. Justin shook below him, trying to hold on, trying not to explode and slowly, as the ice melted away, JC pulled up off Justin, licking his mouth, tasting Justin. Justin’s eyes opened half way, lids heavy with lust and he smiled shakily at JC.

“Baby.” It was nothing more than a whisper as Justin reached for him, pulling him close, crashing their mouths together with an urgency JC had never experienced before. They kissed and licked and sucked and nipped, holding each other close, sliding against each other, hot and hard and silky. Panting and moaning filled the air, combined with the sounds of skin on skin, body on body. Finally, JC pulled back and knelt again, hand resting on Justin’s hip, pushing slightly, signaling Justin to turn over. He complied quickly and settled onto his knees, head bent onto the pillow below him, legs tucked up under him, ass up in the air. It was an open invitation for JC to do whatever he liked to the man below him. He was giving himself up to JC, wanton and willing.

JC grabbed another piece of ice and slipped it into his mouth, bending over Justin. His own hard, leaking cock was nestled against Justin’s ass. JC let his lips and tongue, along with the new piece of ice, run along Justin’s shoulder and down his spine, leaving another wet trail across Justin’s back until he reached the cleft of Justin’s ass. JC sucked the skin there lightly, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to let the last of the ice melt against him, water trickling up to pool in a small puddle in the small of Justin’s back. JC lapped up the water, tongue working quickly as Justin pushed back into him, as his hand reached for another piece of ice.

This time, he wasted no time and the second the ice was between his lips, he pressed them along the crack of Justin’s ass, sliding it down slowly until he hit Justin’s balls, letting the ice rest there, playing circles along the hot skin. Justin whimpered into the pillow, pressing back against JC’s mouth.

“Josh...I need. Want.” Justin was begging, but JC knew by this point, he didn’t care. And JC was more than willing to give him what he needed. What he wanted. JC’s hand splayed across Justin’s ass, fingertips gripping tightly as he opened Justin up for him, sliding his tongue and the ice inside to press against the tight ring of muscle hidden there. Justin bucked against the sensation, knuckles turning white with his grip on the pillow below him. JC let his tongue swirl around the puckered opening, the ice swirling with him causing Justin’s pants and moans to increase.

Once the ice had melted, he flicked his tongue inside, darting quickly into the velvet warmth. Justin thrust back against his tongue, trying to get it deeper. “Fuck, Josh. Inside. Now.” Justin mumbled into the pillow, pressing back against JC again. JC quickly removed his tongue and licked up Justin’s spine, lining himself up.

He thrust inside in one quick move, Justin pushing back against him. The tightness wrapped around him, the heat almost overwhelming. JC knew he wasn’t going to last long. Not when he’d been ready to come since the first moan escaped Justin’s mouth. He paused for a moment until Justin adjusted, but Justin was impatient and pushed back against him, begging JC to start moving. And JC did. It was hard and hot and fast. His hands moved to Justin’s hips, holding him tightly as he pounded into him, over and over and over. JC’s name was on Justin’s tongue, emitted like a chant with each thrust. Justin thrust back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Harder, uh....oh. Harder, babbbby.” JC’s arms slipped around Justin’s waist, pulling him back tighter against himself and knew he hit Justin’s prostate when the man below him shuddered roughly, moaning out his name followed by a string of profanities. JC pushed into him relentlessly, hitting his prostate every time as his hand moved to Justin’s leaking cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts.

And JC felt it, knew exactly when Justin’s orgasm washed over him. His body tensed, his muscles clenching around JC’s throbbing cock, and he exploded into JC’s hand. And even as he shook, letting the pleasure wash over him, he thrust back against JC, once, twice more, before JC, too, exploded inside Justin, white-hot ropes shooting into his lover.

Still shaking and breathing heavily, they dropped together onto the couch, bodies still pressed tightly against each other, JC still inside Justin, softening rapidly. He buried his face against Justin’s shoulder blades, kissing the damp skin, a mixture of melted ice and sweat. He felt Justin wiggling below him, chuckling slightly.

“I am so never going to look at ice the same way again. That was fucking hot, sweetness.” It was mumbled against the pillow, but still loud enough for JC to hear it and he smiled, pressing his lips to Justin’s damp skin one more time before pulling out of him with a soft pop. JC rolled off the couch just as the doorbell rang.

“Looks like the repair man is finally here,” JC said, bending down to kiss Justin before grabbing his shorts and pulling them on. Justin climbed off the couch and moved toward the stairs, kissing JC quickly in passing.

“Damn, and I was just beginning to enjoy this heat.” With a wicked grin, he took the steps two at a time and JC was left to deal with the repair man.