(based on "Ice Cream", words & music by Sarah MacLachlan)
Your love is better than ice cream
better than anything else that I've tried...
"We're having a heat wave, bunny," Duo Maxwell called, stretching, cat-like, on the bed and peering at the newspaper that he held at arm's length from his face. The object of the soft and fluffy nickname, a tall, muscular blond who in no way resembled his animal namesake, peered around the edge of the bathroom door with a slightly perturbed look.
"I beg your pardon, did you say something, Duo? Only I *was* trying to shave and I believe this makes the fifth time you've called me out to hear something."
Duo looked up at the handsome, lathered face of Zechs Merquise, and grinned. "But ya just look so darn *cute* that way, bunny. And I start having all these thoughts about shaving cream and what we could do with it..." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Zechs dripped impatiently onto the immaculate plush carpet of the hotel suite. "You were saying, Duo...?"
The braided boy sat up. "Oh! Yeah! Well it says in the paper that Majorca is having this heat wave. I mean, I thought it was supposed to be hot, but apparently it's not supposed to be *this* hot. At this time of year. That is." Duo looked at Zechs' impassive face and tried to make himself appear adorable. The blond did not seem impressed.
"Is that it, Duo? You interrupted my shave for the fifth time to tell me it's hotter than usual here?"
Duo squirmed a bit under the intense, ice-blue gaze. "Well, yeah. I mean it says here, bunny, that 'visitors are advised to take extra measures to stay cool.' Good advice, doncha think?" He was nodding as he looked up at his lover, who simply rolled his eyes and disappeared back into the bathroom.
"Well, anyway," the American continued, wandering towards the bathroom, "where I'm from there's one thing that everyone does when it gets hot - and it's kind of always hot on L2, so I have a lot of experience with it..." His voice trailed off as he came to the doorway and saw Zechs, freshly shaved, now brushing his hair, gloriously unclothed and completely unselfconscious. For a moment all Duo could do was just slump against the doorframe in sheer lust, admiring his lover's pale gold mane that spilled down a smooth, well-muscled back, to a narrow waist. Narrower hips flowed into slightly outsized, muscular thighs, just the beginning of long, long legs that held a wealth of happy memories for the American ex-pilot. He had been wrapped in them, and covered by them, had kissed the length of them and lifted them over his shoulders. He had to admit to himself, he was rather obsessed with Zechs and his long legs.
"And just what is this L2 tradition for hot weather?" Zechs' low murmur broke through Duo's somewhat pornographic reverie. The blond had turned around and perched on the edge of the counter, his arms crossed, and was staring at his younger companion.
"What?" Duo said somewhat absently, forcing his mind away from the thought of stroking Zechs' inner thighs and back to the matter at hand. "Oh - ice cream!"
A single platinum eyebrow was raised. "Ice cream?"
"Yeah! That's the best way to cool down when you've got no water. Eat it 'til you shiver, that's what Father Maxwell always said." He was nodding as he finished his sentence.
"Ah, yes, a quaint custom," Zechs observed, "however, I feel compelled to point out the presence of a large quantity of water directly to the west of this hotel, namely, the Mediterranean Sea. Is the need for ice cream still in play given so large a splash pool to cool off in?"
Duo was not going to be denied. "It's salty. Besides, ice cream comes first to cool you down, then a swim to wash off the ice cream. So what flavor can I get you?"
... and your love is better than ice cream
everyone here knows how to fight
The street outside the hotel fairly shimmered in the heat of Majorcan afternoon as Duo crossed the sleepy thoroughfare to the tourist shop on the far side. He drank in the heat, laughing at himself for even liking it. He had thought he'd never like warm weather again after leaving L2 where it was perpetually summer. But somehow it was different because he knew that there was plenty of cool air to be had in their hotel room, as well as a tall, cool blond who would fly him out of the heat in his private jet, should it get to be too much. Yes, heat on L2 and heat on the island of Majorca with Zechs were two very different propositions indeed.
He pushed through the door of the little shop and waved a greeting to the woman behind the cash register. "Hi! I'm a hot and weary traveler looking for ice cream. Would you have any to spare this poor, overheated soul?" The woman, dark-eyed and plump, blushed prettily and giggled as she pointed to the far end of the store. Duo winked at her and wandered back to a red and white cooler that was filled to nearly overflowing with small cartons of ice cream.
"Wow," Duo muttered to himself, "I've never heard of most of these flavors." He sifted through them, finding burnt sugar with cinnamon, tangerine & lemon sorbet, orange blossom, black plum, cocoa essence, and others. He finally decided on the cocoa and tangerine for himself, and the black plum and a sangria sorbet for Zechs. He flirted a bit more while paying for his treats and then dashed back across the street before they could begin to melt on him.
Zechs was on the bed, stretched out on his side when Duo got back, looking for all the world like a large, golden cat that was dozing until hunting time. Duo had to grin. /Bunny, do I have plans for you./ He slid onto the bed, curling himself against Zechs' back, and began nuzzling the tall blond's neck. Zechs hummed with pleasure and squirmed a little to allow Duo better access. With one hand, the American drew one of the cartons from the brown paper bag next to him. "I brought us something to cool off with, bunny," he whispered, as he opened the cocoa and scooped a little onto his finger.
Zechs rolled to his back and looked up, eyes half-lidded, to see what Duo was up to. He was presented with a slender finger topped with an icy, brown substance that Duo teased along Zechs' lips. Slowly, the older man opened his mouth and took the finger into it, sucking off the cold, sweet ice cream and then lingering to suck the finger itself, all the while fixing Duo's eyes with his own. The flick of that tongue on the sensitive pad of his fingertip caused a thrill of adrenalin to race through the braided boy, and he breathed in deeply, mind going a bit wild at the thought of what was to come.
and it's a long way down
it's a long way down
t's a long way down to the place
where we started from
Another scoop and this time the icy treat ended up on a sensitive, rosy-brown nipple, making Zechs gasp a little and arch his back. The other nipple was covered next and Duo admired his handiwork for a moment, letting the chill work its magic on the sweet nubs, before taking each into his mouth and sucking it clean. "Ah... again..." Zechs breathed as he gazed at Duo, a soft, pleading expression on his face. Duo gladly obliged, rubbing the frozen stuff over nipples stiff with cold and excitement, hearing Zechs' breathing come faster, and then bending his head to lap softly at the pretty tips, flicking his tongue back and forth over the very tops of them. Zechs moaned and arched his back sharply, one large hand cradling the back of Duo's head, pushing it ever so gently downwards, craving more suction after each cleaning was complete.
"Ah, Duo..." the tall man whispered, "I want you... need you, now..."
"Don't be so impatient, Prince," Duo teased as he opened the tangerine sorbet and dipped several fingers in. He drew them out and then trailed the vibrant orange stuff all the way down Zechs's chest to his warm, flat belly. Duo got more from the carton and began fingerpainting with it, using his lover as the canvas before straddling the man and slowly licking every single drop of sorbet from Zechs' skin. The blond writhed under his ministrations, panting softly, and instinctively lifting his hips now and then as the feelings became particularly intense.
Duo raised his head and moved up a bit to take Zechs' mouth in a deep and passionate kiss - a kiss that tasted of mint and boy and sweet citrus. Zechs' hand moved to Duo's hair, sliding off the black band that held the braid together and freeing the heavy strands to fall around them like a curtain. The kiss became more fervent still as Duo leaned back a little and began rubbing his own aching shaft against Zechs'.
Your love is better than chocolate
better than anything else that I've tried
oh love is better than chocolate
everyone here knows how to cry
It took all of the American's effort to break that kiss and take another scoop of chocolate ice cream into his hands. He slid down Zechs' lean body - skin to skin - never breaking contact until he was face to face with his lover's erection. Grinning he spread the icy concoction over it, hearing Zechs' gasp and feeling the sharp bucking of his hips. He sat for a moment, loving the way it looked - just beginning to melt with the heat from Zechs' body - until a low voice cut through the fog and demanded release. "Oh, God, Duo... don't just stare at me like that... like a thing bought and paid for... or something on display... I... I need it... oh, please love, I need it!"
Duo chuckled. "Yes sir, Your Grace... never let it be said that Duo Maxwell left the monarchy unsatisfied!" Ever so slowly, he began at the base and took a long lick, just light enough to remove the ice cream and barely touch the skin. Over and over, lick after lick, never quite enough to push against, but enough that Zechs could imagine the friction.
It sent the blond into fits. He whimpered at the maddening touch, head moving back and forth on the pillow, until the need overwhelmed him and he tangled his fists in Duo's hair, arching up into his lover's mouth. With each thrust came a sharp cry until one long shuddering spasm took hold of him and the sweetness of release washed over him and flooded his lover's eager mouth with seed.
Slowly, lovingly, Duo washed Zechs with his tongue and kissed his way up to the handsome face, pushing his tongue into the older man's mouth. He pulled back and they lay there for a long moment, simply gazing at each other, both flushed and panting. "So," Zechs managed to get out, "that's how you cool down on L2? Very interesting custom, especially for a Catholic orphanage..."
The braided boy grinned widely. "We~ell, the ice cream's definitely an L2 thing, by I have to admit my use of it is completely unique. Sister Helen would never have suggested that one."
Zechs stared back into wide violet eyes, a softly bemused expression on his face. "No, I would assume you'd have to come up with that particular use on your own," he said as he brushed errant bangs from Duo's face. He cast a sidelong glance at rest of the cartons that had tumbled out of the small brown bag. "Hmm... look at all this ice cream we haven't used yet..." he murmured. "And my favorite flavors, too..."
Duo hid a wide smile under the sheets and wiggled his eyebrows again, trying his best to put ideas into Zechs head. There was no need, however, the ideas were already firmly established. "Turn over, love," Zechs breathed as he reached for the carton of black plum.
Duo was glad to obey and stretched out on his belly. Zechs lifted the heavy mass of chestnut hair to one side, exposing a well-muscled back, slim hips, and small, tight buttocks. "Hmmm..." the low voiced hummed with pleasure, where to start, where to start..." He dipped two fingers in the slightly melted ice cream and trailed them down Duo's spine, from his neck to his tailbone. The American shivered and arched his back, a soft, ragged breath drawn from him as the icy stuff hit warm skin. Zechs began licking the sweet, half-frozen cream, starting at the base of the boy's spine and gliding his tongue in one, long motion up to the nape of his neck.
Duo moaned and pressed up, feeling Zechs' hardened shaft between his cheeks. "Patience, kitten, patience," the low voice soothed as Duo buried his face in the pillow and forced himself to back away from the edge. He had closed his eyes to concentrate on just that when they were flung wide open at the feel of something icy being spread on him. "Zechs...?" he panted, but the blond man was too busy to answer, licking and sucking the pale purple substance off of one tight globe, then the other. It felt wicked and wanton and Duo never wanted it to stop. He wriggled under Zechs' thorough cleaning and whimpered in frustration when the job appeared to be done. He felt nothing for a moment, and was about to protest the lack of contact when he felt his lover's long, elegant fingers spreading him wide open.
Zechs eyed the delicate entrance with possessive delight as he opened the last carton - the sangria sorbet, a heady-scented, dark rose colored stuff. Duo had turned his head around to see what the blond was up to and watched, wide-eyed as Zechs took a large scoop of the sorbet onto his tongue. "You... you wouldn't put it... there... would you...?" the boy breathed. Zechs gave him a wink and ducked his head, touching his icy tongue to that secret entrance and pushing the sorbet up inside.
A sharp gasp was the only reply Duo could make as the cold spread through him, chased and hunted by a warm, squirming tongue. "Oh gods," he panted, "oh... oh Zechs..." He squirmed and felt his lover's hands holding his hips down, making it impossible for him to move and yet - surely if he didn't move he would die. Zechs lapped up another scoop of sorbet and again the icy feeling raced through Duo, followed by a moist and demanding warmth that probed him just deep enough to make him want it, but not enough to satisfy. "Zechs..." he managed to whimper, "need it... inside... deep... hard... please!"
"Of course, love, of course..." Zechs voice was low and smooth. "Never let it be said that Zechs Merquise left his kitten unsatisfied..." The tall blond sat back on his heels and scooped the half-melted sorbet into his hand. He shivered as he covered his shaft with it, then ran his fingers along Duo's sweet cleft. Lifting the long-haired boy to rest on forearms and knees, Zechs nudged the tight opening and braced Duo's hips before sliding all the way in - just one long and fluid stroke.
Duo cried out at the feeling, icy cold pushed into him by a powerful warmth, the two sensations battling within him, everything dripping and slick, the iciness being vanquished bit by bit until only the deepest of the cold remained, waiting for its inevitable surrender as Zechs thrust in as deep as he could go. That feeling - a frozen nub of himself being pushed at and melted by his lover sent Duo over the edge. As Zechs' hand covered his shaft he pushed against it in a soft, crying rhythm, as waves of pleasure flooded his body and he squeezed the hard shaft deep inside of him.
Zechs threw his head back, grabbing Duo with powerful arms and pulling the boy close to him as he came, powerful hips rocking against his lover's smaller frame, breath heavy and panting. He groaned softly into Duo's hair, burying his face in it, hugging the boy to him and crooning his name softly.
As for Duo, he was on his knees, hands pressing against the other hands that held him, eyes half-lidded in bliss and savoring the feeling of Zechs still deep inside of him. "Hmm... what should we do with all the extra, bunny?" he signed happily.
"Well, now... let me see..." came the low reply as the blond man pulled out of his lover. "I think we could do... this!" He grabbed a large handful of black plum and smeared it all over Duo, who was just turning around to see what Zechs had in mind. In seconds a howling Duo was covered in the sticky stuff, and reaching for more of the chocolate. Zechs' golden skin soon disappeared under a light glaze of sweet brown liquid, his nipples stiffening at the cold. The two of them look at each other for a moment, neither saying a word, then began to laugh, softly at first but with more enthusiasm as they realized how ridiculous they looked. And tasty as well...
Duo attacked first, taking a flying leap at Zechs and pinning him down to the bed, licking him mercilessly against very weak and laughing protests. A quick flip and it was Zechs' turn to lap up lavender-colored cream from Duo's belly and legs, and soon they were at each in earnest, rolling over each other on the bed and wrestling for top as they licked each other clean.
Later they stumbled into the shower and took turns washing the stickiness from parts of themselves that they couldn't remember ever being sticky, stopping for long, wet kisses along the way.
it's a long way down
it's a long way down
it's a long way down to the place
where we started from...
By the time they were clean and dressed it was twilight, the day's heat just a memory that would drift up from the sun-warmed sidewalks and the cooling sand. The two of them strolled through the lobby of their hotel, heading out for some Spanish seafood and then a long walk on the moonlit beach. Zechs smiled down at his young companion as they walked. "Are there other customs from L2 that are equally delightful as that one, Duo?"
The American, his hair back in it's tidy braid, grinned up at the tall blond and winked. "There are indeed, bunny, there are indeed!"
Zechs rolled his eyes and said yet again, out of the corner of his mouth, "Don't call me bunny in public, Duo..." And with that, he left a large tip with the hotel owner, asking that someone please arrange a fresh set of sheets for their bed, and headed off into the Majorcan dusk with his L2 ice cream boy.
>owari<
(:./kumiko/2road17)
