âand iâm hot,â lysandre replied without               much hesitation. galvantulaâs big, furry body was               already doing its job in making him sweat more               and more, and burgh suddenly leaning his head               against him wasnt helping one bit.
          "i could get ice packsâtheyâre in the freezer. but theyâd               probably melt as soon as i brought them out.â
          subconsciously, he leaned back against burgh, his               head tilting to the side to rest on the manâs fluffy head               of hair. he blinked sweat out of his eyes, then shooed               galvantula off his lap and into her pokĂ©ball.
"You sure are," Burgh barely resisted the temptation to reply. News of ice packs makes him pause, though. Ice would certainly help the heat, and possibly his boredom along the way.
After the moment taken to blow a raspberry on Lysandre's warm skin, he pulls away and pushes up to his feet, mumbling on the way, "I'll get them."
In fact, he grabs two: one to drop onto the other's chest, and a second to slip down the front of his pants.

















