“Damn…I’d do anything for a hot cocoa right about now.  Any-thing.”
Scott was in quite the predicament.  He’d just locked himself out of Ramona’s house after his long quest for Gideon-cat, who was missing, his cell phone charger was back inside said locked house (and said cell phone only had one bar of battery power left) and he was only wearing his snow jacket, scarf, dampening jeans, sneakers and gloves.  It was starting to snow heavily, it was freezing, he had not a single tissue and the only person with a house within walking distance was Wallace.  Unfortunately, he had no motivation whatsoever to go anywhere, talk to anyone or do anything at the moment.  So, he just sat there against the wall of the house, wiping away his nose drippings with his scarf or the sleeve of his jacket.  The snow was starting to seep through the jeans on to his butt, dampening the bottom and making him even colder despite the fact that he was huddled up as small as he could go, shivering.
Anything to be a little bit warmer.

Suddenly a large mass started hurtling towards him.  He couldn’t tell what it was, but it had come out of nowhere and was heading straight for him.  He shielded himself, curling up into a ball, but the mass, whatever it was, went right past him and smashed through the door.
He heard a muffled, “MISTER PILGRIM!  I’M BACK, AND HERE TO...why is the light off in here?!”
Suddenly what looked like the light of a fire started leaking out from the contours of the smashed doorway.  Scott honestly could have cried.  He didn’t care what had just happened.  He was fucking cold, and his pride and current lack of will wouldn’t allow him to ask any one of his friends for temporary sleeping quarters.  Whatever had burst through Ramona’s door, bringing heat and access to a bed, seemed like a godsend at the moment.
He stumbled in, only to have the man inside whip around and grab his collar, pressing him up against the wall.  Flames were erupting from the male’s hand, and though the heat they produced was close to burning him, Scott didn’t care.  They felt nice so close to his face.
Then he realized who he was face to face with.  His face fell slightly, and he adopted that apathetic look that Matthew seemed to hate even more than the mildly bemused persona he had adopted during their fight.
“What do you think you’re doing, trying to sneak up on me?!” Patel demanded.  “I have returned after my most humiliating defeat, to exact my revenge upon you and Ramona!”
“Ramona moved out.” Scott said flatly, before sniffling.  His nose was running.  “I just woke up one day and she was…gone.”
Patel seemed to recoil slightly, taken aback before tightening his grip.  “UGH!  I knew a loser like you was no good for her!”
“You’re right.” Scott consented.  “I am a loser.”
This seemed to enrage Matthew and also make him unable to instigate a fight.  “U-uh…I HAVE COME TO DISCUSS A REMATCH WITH YOU!”
“It doesn’t matter, man.” Scott replied.  “Haven’t you realized it yet?  Ramona’s gone.  But that doesn’t mean I’m fighting you, and I’m definitely not joining your stupid league.”
He tried to weakly push the other male away, only to have Matthew grab on to his shoulder with his other hand.
“I’m sick of you refusing my offers and disrespecting me so blatantly!  You have no concept of chivalry, mister Pilgrim, and that’s why Flowers left you!”
“I know, dude.” Scott sighed.  “Look, if it’ll make you happy, go ahead and punch me or whatever.”
Patel grit his teeth and drew back his hand, but couldn’t make himself punch the other male.
“I hate you so much, Pilgrim.” He spat.
“You should.  A lot of people do.”
“Shut up!” He snapped, pushing Scott back until he fell on to the bed him and Ramona had shared, attitude souring as the other male continued to not fight back.
“UGH!  You disgust me…” Matthew hissed.  “I should just teach you a lesson and leave you here to freeze!  That way you’ll get your wish, and not have to fight me, and I’ll get mine by killing you!  The rest of the league will totally respect me…” He muttered to himself.  Decision made, he tied Scott to the headboard using his belt, looping it once around his wrists and then around one of the bars of the bed before turning to leave.
“Wait!”
Patel whipped around, getting perpetually more flustered.  “W-what do you want?”
“Look…we’re –both- exes of Ramona now.  We’re on the same page.  And I’m cold, and you have…flamey-things on your hands.  So why don’t we just talk?”
“B-because I hate you, Pilgrim!” Matthew snapped again, a knee-jerk reaction.  “You’re incorrigible, you irritate me, and you’re just overall a despicable, horrible person who doesn’t deserve Ramona!”
Scott let out a small, happy moan.  “Holy shit, it’s getting so hot in here…please get angrier.” He said, without any venom.
“THAT IS IT!” Matthew roared, wrapping his hands around Scott’s neck and squeezing.  “I AM SICK OF YOU MAKING FUN OF ME!”
“I…I w-wasn’t…!” Scott choked out, eyes rolling upward.  Matthew let go as soon as he started, though, as he felt something poking him in the leg.
“You disgust me, Pilgrim!” He insisted.  “Popping wood after a few days without a girlfriend, that’s sickening!”
“Blood typically flows downward when you squeeze it…upward, or something.” Scott coughed, trying to regain his breath.
“Just shut up!” Patel muttered.  Scott’s face was sweaty at this point, eyes wet and twinkling, neck starting to bruise.  Blood was starting to flow down to his groin, and Patel became disgusted with himself.
“Oh…this is pretty weird.” Scott observed as the other male ripped off his jeans and boxers.  “Holy shit, it’s cold, quit it, man!”
“Shut up.”
Patel released his own member.  Why he was doing this, he couldn’t possibly fathom.  He simply straddled Scott, rubbing their members together in a warm hand.
“You’re pathetic.”
“I-it’s not gay if the…balls don’t touch…” Scott whimpered out between moans.  “Please just stay here, it’s so cold…”
“Shut UP!”
Matthew pressed Scott’s foreskin aside to rub his finger around the head, hands still aflame, but not so much that he would seriously injure the other.  Scott was staring at him with a baleful, allowing expression, not struggling at all, eyes squinted from lack of sleep and cheeks flushed from the warmth and hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat and Patel felt incredibly uncomfortable and claustrophobic.

Scott still didn’t care when Matthew lifted his legs and thrust into him.  Patel could practically feel his inferiority complex swell when the other male only smiled stupidly, commenting again on how warm it was and thanking Matthew for providing it.  He thrust in as hard as he could, but all Scott seemed to care about was the magical warmth Matthew was providing.  When he pulled out he hadn’t even came yet.  He just wanted to get out of there.

Patel released his hand from Scott’s member as the other male came, wiping his fingers on Scott’s cheek, even sticking them in his mouth to try and garner some sort of reaction.  Scott just opened his mouth, shrugging as if to say, ‘you’re into some crazy shit but at least my ass isn’t freezing any more’.  It didn’t seem like it had taken very long for the other to finish, though Matthew had no idea why and he didn’t want to think about it.  Face flushed, he quickly replaced his boxers and jeans.
“A-are you leaving?”
Matthew didn’t respond.
“C-come on, don’t leave, I’m so cold…and you’re still…”
“Don’t talk to me.” Patel said harshly.
“Please don’t leave…”
“Goodbye, mister Pilgrim.”
“Please…please don’t leave me here…”
“Goodbye, Scott.”
“I-it actually felt okay, I just wasn’t saying anything because…I was cold.” Scott said lamely.
“…”
“Please, at least take the belt off…”
“Take it off yourself.” Matthew snapped from the doorframe.  He felt like he was going to puke.  He wouldn’t be able to bring himself to fight Scott again and he would be returning to Gideon, an expendable, useless failure.
“I…I took it off because my wrists were so sweaty, do you want it back?  P-please, at least take your belt back, come back here and get your belt, man.”

Patel flew away without looking back, leaving Scott alone in Ramona’s house with a sickening amount of qualms to show for it.