Despite the heat of your miserable apartment, you were squished between Charlie and Pim on the horribly sunken queen-sized mattress in your disturbingly cramped living room. The only thing cooling the three of you down at any capacity was the loud, trembling window unit in the aforementioned living room. What was supposed to be a normal after-work sleepover turned into whatever this torturous sweating session was. You couldn't even figure out where Charlie and Pim ended and where you began. You were soaked in sweat--yours or theirs you weren't sure. You were being suffocated by their combined scent of heat-death. Why you even ended up all smooshed together you weren't sure of either--one would think you would try to separate yourselves in order to avoid taking in each other's body heat, but apparently none of you could be separated from one another that long. Charlie's hand was resting over your hip, large fat fingers sprawled out against the surface area, one of your legs between his thighs as he sleepily rubbed a circle into your hip, his face nuzzled into the back of your neck. Pim's hand hovered over your naval as his head rested against your chest, his eyes were open unlike Charlie's, and he gazed into your face with a look of subdued joy--the heat was torturous, but at least he was here with you..? You were all stripped down to your undergarments in an attempt to get as much air as possible. Charlie and Pim were both built so softly, extra plush on their builds. You mumbled another apology to your two guests as you wiped your brow.