Burning Hot
“It’s really not that funny,” Toma said, hunching his shoulders. Lajos didn’t appear to have heard him or, more likely, he was laughing in the face of Toma’s obvious displeasure. Toma scowled, picking at the front of his soot-covered shirt. The smell of smoke carried up to his nose and he let the shirt fall back into place, making it release a small cloud of ash.
Lajos appeared to be winding down, at least. Leaning back against the wall, Toma crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. The effect of which, instead of being intimidating, merely made Lajos grin and step closer, crossing the few feet of space that Toma had put between them.
“It’s not funny,” Lajos said. “It’s hilarious.”
“Yeah?” Toma asked, smiling derisively and raising his hand to make a rude gesture at Lajos. “Where are we going to sleep now?”
Lajos caught his hand before he could lower it, snickering a little as he squeezed Toma’s fingers reassuringly. “I’ll get a new bed delivered tomorrow.”
“And tonight?” Toma asked, relaxing a little despite his best efforts to stay annoyed with Lajos.
“I can think of other things we can do tonight,” Lajos said, leering at Toma. “We don’t need a bed.”
“Oh, no,” Toma said, refusing immediately. “That’s what got us into this mess in the first place –”
Lajos laughed, bringing Toma’s hand to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the center of his palm.
“I promise not to tease as much,” Lajos said, his smirk clearly visible in the light from the tiny flame Toma had conjured. “And there’s no bed out here.”
“No.” Toma tugged at his hand fruitlessly, trying to free himself from Lajos’s grip. It was dark out – but not late enough that no one would pass them by on their way back to their quarters. That they were outside the faculty building wasn’t helping – Toma might belong there, but it hadn’t made him any less respectful of the professors who lived in the same building.
“Hmm, yes,” Lajos purred, pushing him against the side of the building and cloaking them in shadows. Toma shivered despite that he was supposed to be resisting, and then Lajos kissed him, tasting of smoke and his hands far too persuasive as they slipped beneath Toma’s clothes.
