Fandom: Heroes RPS
Pairing: ZQ/SR
Summary: 200 words on the prompt "Goddamn hot".
"This is average," Sendhil says.
"You're from fucking San Antonio," Zach says. "Your average doesn't count."
"I'm just trying to make you feel better. It could be worse."
"Whatever."
"Sure, the air conditioner's out. But it could have been a hundred degrees."
"Ninety-six's plenty, thanks. I'm Pittsburghian."
"And you could be on a clay court. It absorbs heat like no other; it's a sauna, blowing hot air up at you. Every breath takes effort because the air's so heavy, you choke as it scorches the back of your throat. You lick your lips but your tongue's a dry swollen mass in your mouth. A five-set match, dragged out for four, five hours. Sweat drips down your back, arms, legs, your forehead; you squint to see your opponent, but he's like a mirage. Red dust flies up to cling to your sweat-soaked skin at every move, but you have to move, you know you have to ... so you toss up the ball. Just imagine, Zach."
"Okay, that? Didn't help. At all."
"I know." Sendhil chuckles. "Want to fuck in the shower and spend the rest of the day naked on the balcony?"
The answer is breathless. "Yes."
"Awesome."