With the environmentals fritzing and the temperature over 50 ºC Harper was in no mood for Andromeda's propriety. It was HOT.

Summers on Earth had given him a tolerance for heat, okay not this much heat, even he didn't like it. Dylan and Tyr could take it, too. But not Beka. She was born and raised in space, in the temperature-controlled world of drifts and ships. She couldn't take it like he could. It was hitting her hard.

Harper had concentrated on the air supply first and it was working but now the heat was becoming a real problem. He needed to get the primaries back on line, the redundancies weren't enough.

"Harper." Andromeda called him again.

"I'm working." He snapped. "I'm working."

He was hot. So what if he'd stripped to the skin, it wasn't like she cared. Besides, his clothes were soaked through and as he was now, any circulation from the ducts was appreciated better in the buff.

"Harper."

Harper stilled, that wasn't Rommie. Not good. Having your naked ass sticking out, at a Nietzschean, was not good.

"Ah, Hi Tyr. I'm working ... on the problem."

There was a tap on his hip. "Take this and drink it." Tyr ordered and reached into the access, his body brushing against Harper's.

Harper shifted and felt his ass press into Tyr's groin. Oh, boy. Big. Big. Harper grabbed the water bottle and drank it down, his movements making him rub against Tyr, who wasn't moving away.

* twitch *

"Harper," Andromeda worried. "Your heart rate is increasing."

"Thanks," He snided. "A lot."

Tyr chuckled and moved away only to return and pass him an O2 mask. "Put it on."

Big. Big.

Harper felt a large hand on his hip, it squeezed gently.

*bing*

"Harper, you should take a break." Andromeda spoke up. "Your pulse is still climbing."

"I'm fine." Harper snapped and pulled on the mask.

"Dylan to Harper." Dylan called over the comm a minute later.

"Yeah, boss. I'm working on it."

"Take a break." Dylan ordered.

"I'm okay."

"A break, Mr. Harper."

"Damn it, Harper!" Beka snapped over the comm. "I'm okay. Take a break!"

Tyr grabbed Harper's hips and pulled. "All right, little Professor. Ten minutes."

"Heah, watch it!" Harper grumbled as he was pulled out of the access and stood on the deck. He gave Tyr a once over *zing* then quickly turned to Andromeda's hologram. "On break see. How’s your temp?"

"54 ºC."

"Beka can't take much more." Harper worried.

"She should be in her EVA suit by now." Tyr stated and handed him another bottle of water. "Drink it. You're losing too much water."

"Where are we hiding?" Harper drank his water.

"The Tri-Verti nebula."

"We can't open any more of you, can we?"

Andromeda shook her head. "No, but the vented decks are responding."

"I should have worked on the heat first." Harper cursed and turned back to the access. "Recess is over boys and girls."

Tyr poured a bottle over Harper's head and back then brushed a towel over his groin and between his legs. "Irritation will distract you."

Harper tried very hard to ignore the bells and whistles going off below his waist but it did little good as the throbbing got the upper hand. *ding ... dong* Harper scrambled into the access and heard Tyr laugh.

The temperature reached 60 ºC and Harper was boiling. He knew Tyr was talking to him but he couldn't spare the focus. Then he found the connection he'd been looking for and wired around it. "I am a God."

He knew he was in trouble when he couldn't hear his own voice. Then the little world of the access started spinning ... bright ... dots ... moving ... wet...

Harper blinked slowly and found himself sitting on the floor of the scrub stall, where he, like the engineers before him rinsed off before headed to quarters or a mess hall. He shifted and felt a hand stroke back his hair then rub his chest and stomach.

"Don't move around." Tyr whispered. "Relax and cool off."

Harper noticed then that the water was on. "It's hot."

"I know. The ship is bringing the temperature down gradually."

"The water is hot."

"That is you," Tyr soothed. "The water is luke warm so you don't go into shock. Here, drink this."

Harper drank the water greedily until Tyr stopped him and made him lay flat. That was when he noticed that Tyr wasn't wearing anything

*ding, ding, ding, ding*

"Ah, ... Tyr, ..."

Tyr stretched out beside him. "Rest."

"You're naked."

"So are you." He grinned, then stroked Harper's forehead softly. "Close your eyes and rest."
 

Harper rolled onto his stomach and let the cool water beat down on his shoulders. It felt wonderful as it pulled the heat from his body. Harper realised the water he was lying in was much warmer; had his body heat done that?

Harper relaxed as Tyr rubbed shampoo into his hair, the gritty, sweaty feeling he’d had all over his scalp diminished as Tyr’s fingers worked though his hair. Harper tried not to purr at the touch, it was almost sensual.

Almost?

Okay, scratch almost, it was very sensual. *Wowza*

Tyr pulled Harper’s head back under the water and Harper settled on his side, with his back against Tyr’s chest. Lather slid down their bodies and Tyr worked it over Harper’s shoulders and down his arms.

"Tyr what are you doing?" And why aren’t I stopping you?

"You don’t appear to be revived enough to wash away the sweat yourself. I can stop if you prefer." Tyr’s hands never ceased their movements; Harper shivered as Tyr moved his thumbs over a very sensitive spot on his inner forearm.

"Nah, s’fine." S’fuckin’ fantastic.

Tyr poured more soap into his hand and rubbed it over Harper’s chest. Harper shifted to make himself more comfortable and somehow they ended up with Tyr’s back against the shower wall and one leg slung over Harper’s thigh. Harper giggled as Tyr washed under his arms.

"Ticklish?" Tyr asked, running one finger down the soft skin of Harper’s side.

"Just a bit." Harper wriggled and realised that Tyr was pressing a pretty impressive erection against his back. Big. Big. What the hell am I doing? Tyr stroked slippery lather over Harper’s chest, paying special attention to the nipples and Harper forgot all about the inadvisability of getting naked with a horny Uber.

The slow glide of Tyr’s hands lulled Harper into an aroused daze. He was hard, but in a lazy, sensual way that teased but didn’t demand immediate attention.

That didn’t last long. As Tyr’s caresses drifted lower Harper bit back the urge to ask Tyr to touch his cock. Tyr seemed determined to rub soap over every other part of his body, but avoided the one place Harper desperately wanted to be touched. The luke-warm water drummed down on them, a pulse that demanded increased action.

Harper crumbled under the sensual assault and twisted around, wrapping his legs around Tyr’s waist and rubbing their erections together.

"Fuck me." Harper breathed into Tyr’s ear.

"You’re overheated and dehydrated: I’d be taking advantage of you." Tyr said. A noble sentiment that would have been more convincing if his hands hadn’t been under Harper’s ass, squeezing lightly.

"I’m all better now. Fuck me." Harper pressed back on Tyr’s fingers and moaned as Tyr sought out his hole and slipped a finger inside. One finger soon became two, then three and Harper was riding Tyr’s hand as their cocks rubbed together.

Tyr lifted Harper and set him down on his back, swiftly replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock. "Last chance to change your mind."

Harper’s reply was to lift his knees up to his chest and open himself wider. NOW!

Tyr needed no further invitation and slowly slid into Harper. They lay together panting at the intensity of the moment, waiting for Harper to adjust and Tyr to regain some semblance of control. Tyr pressed a light kiss on Harper’s lips and started to thrust.

Harper never knew how long it lasted: it was one of those interludes that seemed to last for hours but be over in an instant.

Harper was lost in the feeling of being filled more completely then he’d ever been before; the hardness of the tiles was banished from his conscious mind by the hardness deep inside him. Tyr’s braids were slithering over his chest as they moved; almost as if they too were caressing him. Harper moaned helplessly as Tyr’s hair tormented his nipples while his prostate was hit. He was mesmerised by the sound of the water cascading down on them, interweaving with the soft moans of pleasure echoing in the bare room.

Eventually it had to end. Harper screamed and came over his chest and stomach and Tyr followed, grunting and collapsing to one side. They lay, half asleep, the water washing them clean again.

"Harper! Tyr! Are you alright?" Rommie’s voice pierced the post-coital fog.

"Uhm, yeah. Just tired." Harper said. Oh my God! What did I just do?

*blush*

Harper felt Tyr pulling him to his feet and belatedly noticed that the water was off and the air was much cooler. Tyr handed him a towel and with a brief, barely noticeable caress over one hip was gone.

"Have you cooled down?" Rommie asked.

"Uh, yeah. Everything is cool now."

"What about Tyr? He wouldn’t say whether or not he was hot."

"Oh he was hot." Oh boy, was he hot!

"But he’s alright now?"

Harper just nodded, remembering that light touch on his hip. "Maybe I’ll go check." Harper tossed the towel over his shoulder and followed Tyr. Naked.

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