30_dates Challenge: #28, Ice Cream Parlor
Summary: Spoons are sexy.
Disclaimers: Not mine.
If there was one thing Rude had noticed even before he’d ever had any interest in Reno—all right, that part was a lie, he’d always wanted Reno. Fine, before he had any interest in a relationship with Reno, it was that Reno ate ice cream like it was sin. Whenever he brought ice cream back with him after his lunch break to eat at his desk with a spoon tucked between his lips, half the building would be likely to punch out early and disappear with a hand between their legs.
No fucking wonder Rude had always known that Reno’d be so damn good with that tongue.
So when Rude had been lying back against his own kitchen table, comfortably sated if somewhat sticky, and looked up to see the redhead return with a carton of vanilla ice cream, he knew the afternoon’s roster of fun and games had only just begun.
“You need to get a better freezer, Rude. Stuff’s almost half-melted and I just took the damn thing out.”
“…My apologies…” He grunted with surprise when he felt the cold confection plop onto his chest, and Reno slid down along him, grinning unrepentantly back up at him for making a mess.
Not that Rude would ever yell at him for this.
Reno ran his tongue along the hardened planes of Rude’s chest and down the line of his abdomen. A deep purr sounded from the very bottom of his throat as he did so, the taste of sex, sweat and melting ice cream thick and tantalizing on the tongue.
“This is nice,” he said looking up into his lover’s face, the desire even more noticeable without the glasses and, more importantly, without the pants, “my very own ice cream parlor.”
Rude decided spoons were boring after all.
...I want ice cream. ;(