Queer as Folk, Brian/Justin, "it's too cold for this"
The metal sides of the insides of the container truck were like ice against Justin’s back. He shivered uncontrollably and clenched his teeth together to keep them from chattering. Nothing sexy about chattering teeth.
Brian, however, tried to distract himself from the cold by talking. He was muttering as much trucker slang as he knew and giving it a slightly sexual spin. He grinned and licked his lips, kissing Justin’s neck around the word ‘bobtail’, pinched Justin’s nipples while muttering ‘coming up on your back door’, and frotted against Justin while muttering ‘right up the middle’.
Justin was glad Brian refrained from using the term ‘chicken coop’. But he continued shivering, even as Brian made his cock stand at attention. He wished he hadn’t taken his clothes off; Brian was still mostly clothed with a nice, thick leather jacket. He still looked cold, though. In fact, his lips looked blue and face looked pale, but maybe that was just the dim lighting in the container.
Brian gave Justin a cold kiss on the lips and then lifted him up, pinning him against the side. Justin helped to keep himself up by wrapping his legs around Brian’s middle. But his ass touched the metal and he was sure his asscheeks would freeze against them and he wouldn’t be able to leave the truck until the spring. Though, by that time, the whole of Liberty Avenue might be shut down if their esteemed police chief got his way. Justin tried to stand it, but ended up crying out in discomfort at the intense cold. It was amazing Brian could keep on with this.
The truth was that Brian wasn’t the least bit comfortable, either. The effort of holding Justin up was great, and he pulled back before anything happened, directing a strong double-sneeze into his shoulder. Justin tried hard to think of something sexy about catching a cold.
The two looked at each other, Justin’s teeth chattering freely, Brian’s nose running slightly. “Bless you?” Justin said, trying his very best to hold back his laughter. Their erections had been short-lived as well, shriveled now due to the cold air between them and the mere seconds without stimulation.
Brian did let out a laugh. He helped ease Justin back down and grabbed a handful of Justin’s discarded clothes. “We’re going home,” he said, his breath coming in cold, visible puffs. “It’s too fucking cold to fuck.”