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It had been very late when they'd got in the night before, and fatigue from travelling had messed them both up to the point where they didn't even look around the place when they arrived. There had been quick showers and then they'd just fallen into the large bed in the master bedroom, wrapped themselves round each other and passed out.

It's late morning now though and its hot, because they hadn't turned the air conditioning on last night and sun is blazing through the uncovered windows. An Australian summer knows how to bring the heat.

There's a shift and a sleepy grumble from Ramon, but he doesn't wake just yet. Random? Well, who knows with him...

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With the simple ease of someone flicking on a switch, his eyes open. Because he's hot, and sticky, and even though Ramon's there, he just feels gross. He's also got something of a pounding headache settling in his forehead.

"Fuck."

Which makes Ramon's eye's flick open also, and he wakes with a jolt. His eyes take in the unfamiliar surroundings and he's upright in an instant, forgetting where he is...and then it comes back and he pulls a face and flops back down again.

'It's hot.'

"Ewwww."

He rolls over, trying to find a part of the sheets where one of the two of them haven't been lying all night. It works, but it's not significantly better.

He groans and rubs at his face, but still feels gritty and tired. And somewhat irritable, it has to be said. He'd like to go back to sleep but he's never been able to do that once he's woken up - and anyway, its too fucking hot.

He tries though. Rolls onto his stomach and pulls a pillow pver his head.

Which, of course, Random's been lying on.

So it's hot.

Random himself has simply given up, and sat upright, hands massaging his temples. After an extensive search of the room (a quick, but bleary, glance around) he decides the airconditioning controls are three steps from the bed. Ordinarily, this'd be out of reach, but in dire circumstances like these?

Ramon does not know about the proximity of the controls. He would consider moving himself if he did. But no - his head is still under the unpleasantly hot pillow. Which he is keeping over his head only because it smells like Random.

If something is to be done about the heat, Random will have to be intrepid and daring and take on the mission himself.

He glance at Ramon, and his the fact that he looks like Random feels steels his resolve.

With a complaining moan to make sure the world knows of the valiant sacrifice he's making, he staggers over to the air conditioning.

And punches a few button, and staggers back into bed.

There is no movement for a good three or four minutes, while the blessedley cool air begins to permeate. And then, finally, there is an emerging from under the pillow and a hand reaches out to pat Random on the stomach.

'See, this is why I love you amarente. You're a genius.'

His response is rather on the inarticulate side. Might have been 'That's nice' might have been 'Smug bastard' might have been 'Chicken noodle soup.' Hard to tell with his face pressed into a pillow.

There's a pause, and he raises his head slightly, because this he wants audible.

"Did we pack asprin?"

Ramon groans dramatically. 'You're asking me to think now?'

He does so, without waiting for a response. 'I don't know. I emptied the bathroom cabinet in Texorami so if there was some in there, then yes. Why?'

And then his eyes fall closed because that? Was far too much effort after all the travelling.

"Headache."

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.

He drops his head, because it's getting worse and the neck movement made things go sparkly behind his eyes.

He opens one eye and glares at him suspiciously. 'If you're asking me to get out of this bed and go and look for some...'

He breaks off threateningly. He's not sure why, it just seems like the right thing to do. Of course, if that is what Random is asking, he'll...

...probably do it. But complain a hell of a lot. Yes. And maybe even mean some of it.

There's no indication that he's even heard him.

And though you can't see his face, his very posture looks miserable.

The headache's not that bad, but he does want the asprin. And moving right now doesn't feel like a good idea.

He groans again. Loudly. And with exasperation. 'Random...'

He decides to give his lover another few seconds or so to take pity on him and not make him get up. Because surely Random can't be that hard hearted. He also pulls his best 'hard done by' expression, just in case he should look over and catch it.

He does. His head turns on the pillow at his name, which provokes a wince, and he regards him with a bleary expression.

"Don't have to get up."

He's not that cruel. He can live with the headache. His eyes slide shut again, because it's easier to sit and pretend it away than to actually try to move.

And of course, it works perfectly. With a non-audible mutter of 'underhanded bastard,' Ramon is dragging himself up and grumping over to the bags. As in the hotel, he simply tips them all out over the floor until he finds what he's looking for, then goes and fetches two large glasses of water from the bathroom.

He hands the pills and a glass to Random with a long suffering expression, then collapses again. 'I hate long flights.'

Random smiles at him, and throws two pills back with a sip of water. Then collapses back onto the bed.

"If I'd known it was going to be this miserable, I'd have patterned us there. But on the bright side, I got to fly a plane."

'And the pilots didn't even call you a whore. Amazing,' is the sardonic reply.

He stares at the ceiling for a moment, and contemplates whether this would be a good time to tell him they have an even longer one back to Colombia. And decides, no.

That was mean.

He arches an eyebrow at him, because he's more startled than hurt, and rolls onto his stomach. He doesn't have the energy to deal with Ramon having a snit.

He doesn't say anything for a moment, then sighs, rolls over to him and kisses his shoulder apologetically. 'I'm sorry, that was uncalled for.' He rests his head lightly on his back for a moment, then asks, 'You enjoy flying it? I guess it wasn't as fun as the smaller ones or anything.'

"Accepted." He doesn't move, because the weight is comfortable, but does relax into the sheets.

"And it was an interesting change. Certainly not very agile, but powerful, and rather amusing."

'Mmmm...I like that jet. S'convenient to have.' He feels almost drowsy again, now that it's cooler - and less irritable for the same reason. He decides to tell Random a small surprise he arranged for him, to distract him from his headache. 'Chartered a plane for you. Anytime you like, you can take it up. I wasn't sure what kind you fly but the guy has access to whatever, so let me know and I'll call him.'

He squirms, so he's lying on his back, and leans down to give Ramon a short kiss, because it's still too hot to get too close.

"We'll take a two seater. Now lets start exploring this place, while the asprin starts working."

'Mmmm...alright.' He doesn't move though, for a while at least. Hey, some things you have to psyche youself up for! But he does eventually and heads out to the balcony outside their bedroom, stopping only to pull on jeans and light a cigarette. There's not another house or person in sight.

Which is precisely why Random doesn't bother with jeans, only an overly large tee shirt, hanging to a decent level.

The cigarette is stolen without a pause, then handed back to him after a few drags as the nicotine begins to clear up the remaining fuzz in his head.

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