"Ugh, I hate this," Will complains. "The heat I can take, but I can't stand the humidity."
"Worried it'll mess up your hair?" Peter teases.
Will scowls. "You're so funny. If you must know, I can't stand feeling so sticky."
Peter reaches over and trails a finger down Will's bare chest and stomach, stopping at the waistband of his running shorts. "That's not true. In fact, I know you love getting sticky."
Grinning, Will steps closer to his friend. "It's different when you're the one responsible for it."
"I would hope so," Peter laughs, pulling him in for a kiss.