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Disclaimer: I do not own FAKE, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Heat
Wave

By
Brit Columbia

Fandom:
Fake

Pairing:
Dee/Ryo

Rating:
Chapter One is more suggestive than anything, but it's still pretty
damn hot in that it refers to things to come in Chapter Two…

Timing:
It's set in July of Dee and Ryo's first year together, a few days
after my story Negotiations,
but it is not a continuation. No
Commissioner Rose in this story. I would just like to reiterate that
ALL my Fake stories are part of the same universe and the same long
timeline.

Spoilers:
To Volume 7

Author's
notes: This story is going to make you want
beer. (Well, it's going to make you want other things too, but beer
is more accessible than a naked Dee Laytner!) Go buy some now. If
you already have some in the fridge, crack a bottle before you start
this chapter. If you don't like beer, at least fetch yourself a
cold, carbonated drink of some sort!

I
wrote this first chapter a helluva
long time ago. In fact, I sent it to my beta in the second week of
July 2007, just after a heat wave! But, then our nice West Coast
Canadian summer settled down to its usual coolness and I forgot my
intense desire to take ice baths, so I kind of lost my inspiration.
Therefore, I never got back to it until now. This story was
originally supposed to be only two parts, but there will now be a
third chapter, thanks to a gang of pervs who came to my LJ and got
all excited about the possibility of both boys being co-pilots,
instead of just one getting it in the 'cockpit', which had been my
original plan.

If
you want to get a sense of what the bathroom looks like, please refer
to Volume 6 of the original 7-volume Fake series.

Disclaimer:
I did not create these characters, nor do I own Fake. No one paid me anything to write this story.

Moontatoo, the only person
who has ever noticed Dee's olfactory fetish… here it is again!

If
you guys like my story, please let me know. As in, Read and Review?
Thanks!

Beta-ed
by bluesimplicity. Thank you, thank you. You have always done such a
great job.

To
my readers: Thank you so much for giving my
writing your time and attention.

Cheers,
Brit

Heat
Wave

Chapter
One: Seduction

Ryo entered his sweltering apartment, feeling hot and
irritable and wanting badly to get out of his sticky clothes and into
a cool shower. The first thing he noticed was Dee's overnight bag
sitting on the floor underneath the row of coat hooks by the door. So
he was here then. Ryo was glad of course, but he knew his partner
well. Dee had better not make any mention of sex because in these
temperatures, it was the last thing he wanted to do. The heat wave
was in its second week and the air conditioner had been broken for
the last three days. The poor old thing had been asked to perform
double duty for too long and had finally collapsed under the strain.
According to the superintendent, there were broken air conditioners
all over the building and it was going to be at least another two
days before the contracting company would be able to repair them.

"Dee, I'm home," he called out, pulling off
his tie and setting down his briefcase next to Dee's sports bag.
There was no answer. Perhaps his partner was having a nap. Ryo kicked
off his shoes and peeled the sweaty socks from his overheated feet,
reveling in the smooth feel of the linoleum as he padded barefoot
across the kitchen to the bedroom. No Dee. Where was he? Perhaps he
was out having a smoke on the fire escape at the end of the hall. Oh
well, he would come back soon enough. Ryo glanced at his watch. Bikky
was at his basketball practice, but he would return at six wanting
dinner. Ryo briefly considered breaking his own rule and taking the
boy out to a fast food place, just to partake of some air-conditioned
comfort, but reluctantly discarded the idea. There were cold cuts in
the fridge, and an assortment of salad vegetables. He could make cold
sandwiches and he was going to make sure Bikky ate some cucumber and
lettuce with his dinner, in exchange for being allowed to eat ice
cream after.

He unbuttoned his dress shirt just far enough to drag it
unceremoniously over his head-- What a relief! Now for the pants,
which he hung up, and the boxers, which he tossed in the hamper on
top of his shirt. A minute later, he was walking naked through the
open door of the bathroom, only to be brought up short by the sight
of his partner lounging in the tub with one long leg resting on the
rim.

Dee was drinking beer from a long-necked brown bottle
and looking at him from under damp, glossy black hair in a way that
Ryo knew all too well.

"Hey baby. Want a beer?" He crooked his head
towards Ryo's biggest casserole pan, which was sitting on the closed
lid of the toilet, heavy with ice and bottles of Coors.

"Come on Dee, get out of there for a few minutes. I
really need a shower." Ryo struggled with the urge to grab a
towel off the rack and wrap it around his waist. Dee would tease him
if he did. He didn't quite understand how Dee not only felt
absolutely no self-consciousness about being naked in front of him,
but conversely, seemed to always be looking for opportunities to
display himself. To Ryo, a person got naked for sex and for bathing,
and at all other times should be wearing something. More to the
point, he also knew that if at any time he wasn't in the mood for
sex, it was dangerous to be naked in the company of Dee Laytner.

"Not a chance. You want to get cool, you gotta get
in here with me and share the tub."

Ryo looked doubtfully at his partner. He had a pretty
good idea of what would happen if he went anywhere near that tub, and
he was definitely too hot and crabby to be able to respond in the way
that Dee was evidently hoping.

"It's cold," Dee said cajolingly, splashing
some water at him.

It was. It felt good. Ryo stepped an inch closer. "Hey,
don't get water all over the bathroom," he half-heartedly
protested.

Dee just grinned insolently and splashed him again. Then
he plucked out an ice cube from the casserole pan. "C'mere,
sweetheart," he said. "I'm gonna rub this on your pulse
points. Guaranteed to bring your body temperature down several
notches in no time."

Ice. What a good idea. Ryo looked longingly at the ice
cubes that the beer bottles were resting in and took another step
forward, just wanting to get near something so wonderfully cold.

Dee held up an arm. "Look at this," he said.
"Goosebumps. My whole body is chilled, just like the beer."

Ryo looked suspiciously at his arm. "I don't see
any goosebumps," he said.

"What? And you with the sharpshooter eyesight? Look
again. Right here." Dee set down his beer in the makeshift ice
bucket and pointed to his forearm with his free hand.

Ryo peered at it and moved fractionally closer. Suddenly
Dee was surging out of the bath and lunging at him with water
streaming down his lean, suntanned form and splashing onto the floor.
Before he could step back Ryo felt himself caught in a powerful grip
and yanked forward off balance. A split second later, he found
himself being held firmly against a hard, masculine and undeniably
cold body.

"Gotcha!" said Dee triumphantly.

Ryo surrendered almost immediately. "Dee, you feel
good," he breathed in surprise, as the heated skin of his face
and chest made contact with Dee's coolness, and he felt Dee chuckle
soundlessly in response.

"Yeah, I feel great...now. Let me make you feel
good too. Come on, crack open a beer and get into this nice cool bath
with me. Tell me about your day while I rub you with ice cubes."

"O-okay. But I want to get clean, too, you know."

"Have some beer first." As soon as Dee
finished saying those words, Ryo felt a sharp, icy pain on his hip
that made him jump a little. It turned out to be a cold beer that Dee
had just pulled out of the ice. "I bet you're thirsty," the
younger man added.

Ryo suddenly realized that he was in fact tremendously
thirsty. He cast his mind back to the last time he had drunk
something cold and found he couldn't even recall. The revolting
lukewarm coffee he had gulped down at the station after returning
from a riverside murder scene to set his paperwork straight certainly
didn't count. If anything, that had made him feel worse. He took the
beer gratefully from Dee's hand and twisted the top off.

"Cheers," said Dee, picking up his own
unfinished beer and clinking the bottle against Ryo's.

"Cheers," Ryo replied, tilting back his head
and drinking deeply. The cold beer was like an icy stream of pleasure
flowing down his parched throat, cooling him from the inside, and
sending sharp little bubbles up to his head, where they sparkled like
distant fireflies.

"Ahhh," he sighed, and smiled at Dee.

"Hits the spot, huh? Come on now..." Dee took
him by the shoulders and began guiding him toward the bath and Ryo
felt the mild but pleasant shock of cool water enveloping his leg
almost to the knee. The rest of his body couldn't wait to follow
suit, and he quickly got his other leg into the bath. Dee settled in
behind him and drew him down so that Ryo's back rested against Dee's
chest and the water lapped gently around them both. It was a tight
fit because neither man had a small build and they both had good
shoulders on them. Of course they couldn't keep their long legs under
the water either, but somehow it worked.

For a moment, Ryo allowed himself to relax completely.
He nestled back against his lover, enjoying being held possessively
by him while the liquid coolness that his body was immersed in
soothed his sweaty skin and calmed his overheated blood.

Then he suddenly felt self-conscious about not being
clean. He wanted soap, dammit. He shouldn’t just be sitting
here, doing nothing when his whole body needed washing. And what
about his hair? Dee's cheek was resting against his hair, and he knew
it didn't smell fresh. He tried to sit up, but Dee's arm tightened
around him.

"Hey there, where do you think you're going? We
just got comfortable," he protested.

"I want--" Ryo struggled, but Dee didn't
relent. "It's not enough to be cooled down. I want to be clean
too. Dee, let me up."

With his right hand, Dee set his beer down on the floor
beside the tub. Then that same hand appeared in front of Ryo holding
a bar of soap. "Looking for this?"

"Yeah," Ryo made a grab for it, but Dee held
it away from him.

"No," he told Ryo. "I'll wash you. You
just relax. Now give me your right arm."

Ryo didn't think that this was a very efficient way of
getting clean. After all, they could hardly move in this position.
But it seemed as though Dee was dead set on washing him and didn't
appear inclined to allow him to get up for the time being, so he
might as well let him do what he wanted.

"All right, you win," he sighed, holding up
his arm. He was not the slightest bit surprised when he felt Dee's
penis twitch against his lower back. After all that was what this
whole thing was about, wasn't it? His partner, it seemed, had an
inexhaustible store of ideas that all centered around seduction.

Dee soaped his right arm for a long time, massaging and
caressing it as he did so. Then he produced a washcloth that he had
evidently kept stashed somewhere behind him and scrubbed the arm,
dunking it in the water several times. Presently, he did the same to
the left arm, as well as Ryo's chest and shoulders. Ryo closed his
eyes and tried not to feel self-conscious when Dee's lips
periodically pressed against his hair.

"Baby, you're going all tense again. Don't you like
it when I kiss you here..." Ryo felt Dee nuzzle against his
hair, "...and here?" Now Dee's lips were skimming over the
damp skin of his neck.

"Dee, I'm all sweaty!" Ryo protested. "Those
parts aren't clean yet."

"Oh, but you smell so good," Dee murmured in
response, nibbling at Ryo's ear and breathing in deeply through his
nose. "You smell like you, only more so. You smell sexy. You
smell like mine."
His voice dropped to a growl on that last sentence, and he sank his
teeth harder into the lobe of Ryo's ear.

Ryo wasn't sure if he believed him. He was sure he stank
and that Dee's hard-on was just temporarily distracting him from
being able to notice that.

"Before we go any further, I want to wash my hair,"
he informed Dee, who sighed and loosened his hold.

"Okay, stand up then. But I'm the one who gets to
wash your hair, not you."

Ryo stood, the water surging around him, and Dee got to
his feet at almost the same time, rubbing his body up against Ryo's
buttocks and legs as he did so. One arm still had a hold of Ryo,
however. He didn't seem to be willing to reduce physical contact any
more than he absolutely had to.

Ryo's shower had a detachable head on a short metal
hose, and Dee reached past Ryo and unhooked it.

"You're closer to the taps than I am," he
said. "Choose your temperature."

Ryo sank into a crouch to pull the plug out of the bath,
and then he fiddled with the taps until he got a cool stream of water
going. Standing up again, he nodded to Dee and the other man turned
on the showerhead.

Dee loved how Ryo stood willingly under the stream to be
sluiced down. There was a kind of innocent sensuality to it that he
found irresistible. Dee ran the cool water over his partner, turning
him this way and that, his free hand and his eyes moving intimately
over the lighter-skinned man's naked flesh. God, Ryo was beautiful.
From every angle. Like a model, except that Ryo was more beautiful
than any model, or in fact, any other human being that Dee could
think of. He wetted down Ryo's sun-streaked hair and hung the still
running shower back up behind his partner again, where it pulsed
steadily against the wall.

"Which shampoo do you want?"

"Anything." Dee could see that Ryo honestly
didn't care at this point, so he grabbed the nearest bottle and
carefully shampooed his partner's hair, heedful not to get any soap
in his eyes. He repeated the process once more, massaging Ryo's scalp
with his strong fingers, enjoying the sight of the blissful
expression on Ryo's beautiful fine-boned face. When he rinsed the
soap out of the other man's hair, it ran down his body in rapidly
dissipating white rivulets, eddying around his ankles. Dee grinned to
himself, thinking of sending his hands on a similar journey down Ryo.
Next, conditioner, and then he was going to wash his partner's sexy
legs, his cock and balls, and of course his gorgeous, firm, athletic
little ass. Inside AND out, heh. Part of that job could be done by
his tongue, naturally. He felt his dick growing painfully hard at the
thought.

Ryo opened one eye. "What are you smirking about?"
he asked suspiciously.

"You'll find out soon enough, my love."

Dee applied conditioner, after first checking the bottle
to make sure it actually was conditioner and not another bottle of
one of those unfamiliar salon brands of shampoo that Ryo favored.
Once again he massaged it
in, but this time he held his lover close to him with his right arm,
while his left hand worked on Ryo's scalp. Ryo was in a state of
pure and pleasurable contentment, Dee just knew it. He knew it by
the way his partner hung bonelessly against him and occasionally
emitted an adorable little muffled groan onto the cushion of Dee's
shoulder.

Dee judged it time for a kiss. He hadn't had a kiss --a
real kiss-- in days. Not since Monday when Rose had pulled that shit
about getting them to kiss in front of him in exchange for clemency
on one of Dee's screw-ups. Man, that had been hot. The kiss, the
blowjob immediately after, and the way Ryo had wordlessly offered him
his body that evening had confirmed for him that God not only loved
him and wanted him to be happy, but was totally okay with the whole
'gay' thing, which had always been a non-negotiable part of his
relationship with God, anyhow.

But it was now Saturday, and Monday was a long time ago,
heat wave or no heat wave. It was too bad Ryo had had to work today,
but it was his own fault for not being able to resist the wiles of
women. Eliza had needed to attend a birthday party for her little
kindergarten-aged niece, and Ryo usually had a hard enough time
saying "no" anyway, without the word 'kindergarten' being
thrown in there for good measure. Dee hadn't heard the details yet,
but he imagined that Ryo had probably spent the afternoon being
dragged over the latest murder scene by James, with no access to air
conditioning save a rolled-down car window.

But back to the kiss. He stopped massaging Ryo's head
and set his lover away from him. Ryo opened his eyes and blinked at
him in an unfocused and questioning way.

"Love you, Ryo," growled Dee by way of
preamble and Ryo's gaze intensified imperceptibly in understanding
just as Dee's mouth descended on his own. Dee's lips were soft and
mobile and his tongue came in almost immediately. The kiss was
simultaneously urgent, yet gentle, stirring, yet sweet, and Ryo, who
had no fight left in him, allowed it to take its course. Dee had a
way of demanding with his kisses, a way of asking for so much more
than Ryo felt he could give. Yet he always seemed to be able to reach
deep inside himself and find what Dee asked of him, find it and
return it tenfold. He knew that if he could somehow stop doing that,
he wouldn't spend so many of his days doing his job at the 27th while
trying not to be distracted by an annoying soreness between his
buttocks. But that was impossible. Dee called to a part of him that
only a couple of short years ago, had begun to fear it would never be
called. It answered Dee with joy now, joy mingled with gratitude, and
probably always would.

It was Dee who broke the kiss, mainly because his head
had started to spin, and since he knew that Ryo was leaning on him,
it remained incumbent on him to make sure they did not both go
crashing down in the tub. Besides, there was conditioner to rinse
out, legs to wash, cock to suck, and a sweet little ass that hadn't
had a tongue up it for some time. Just then Ryo gave a little shiver
in his arms, and Dee could see that it was as much about being
chilled as it was about being aroused. Yes, it was just about time to
move this operation into the bedroom. With the beer, of course. Dee's
ministrations had paid off and Ryo was finally to the point where he
needed a little warming up.

End of part one.

Coming Next: Part Two: Consummation! Either wait for
it to appear here (about three weeks, maybe a little more) or go to
my LJ at this address: http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/

I won't be posting Chapter Two here until I've written
and posted Chapter three on my LJ, hence the wait.
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