**DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction. The author has absolutely no knowledge about the private lives of the individuals portrayed in this story and this is all as fake as Phi Phi's attempt at redemption on Rupaul's Drag Race: All Stars 2, Okuuurrrr?!***" Summer crept across the apartment, the sun igniting the flowers and grasses that grew around the pavement. The hot breeze blowing through the curtains warming up his bare skin. The smell of roses carried in the wind making his nose crinkle. He breathed in deeply, his defined chest rising up and down as he inhaled and exhaled the sweet perfume of the rose garden. On this warm sultry day in California, Dylan O'Brien laid in his lover's comfy bed in nothing but black boxers. The warm gusts of summer only adding to the heat that was already bubbling within him. There was no chilly soothing breeze to cool the filthy thoughts that were running through his head.... He had been painfully hard since the