The Popsicle A/N: *strangles Chuck and Billy AND Rico muses* Why at four am?! WHY?! *finishes* Ahem, this is a small fic starring mainly, Chuck Palumbo. Also Billy Gunn, and Rico C... C... Oh, however you spell his last name! My Chuck muse inspired me for the first time, so of course I had to write a ficcie about his idea. The title is self-explaitory. Mild implied slash, suggestive stuff... I don't own the real Chuck, Billy, or Rico, just the ones living in my head. If WWE wants to remove them, they can pay the labotomy fees.

Cherry was always his favorite flavor of popsicle.

Sitting on one of the benches in the dressing room, Chuck Palumbo happily licked a cherry popsicle, in celebration of the tag-team's latest win again Hurricane and Shannon Moore. Chuck was also oblivious to the fact that Billy Gunn seemed very caught up in what he was doing.

In fact, Billy was staring rudely, his mouth wide open in shock, an astounded expression on his face.

Chuck, of course, not seeing this, continued to lick the popsicle, every now and then making a happy sound.

Rico entered the room, and his first thought was to scold Chuck. He leaves the room for one second, and already the guy is snacking on something! But his second thought... Well, really, there was no second thought as everything mildly coherent left his brain as he stared at the sight of Chuck enjoying his popsicle.

Chuck heard the door shut, and raised his eyes, seeing the expression on his stylist's face. He then glanced over at Billy, who was unsuccessfully pretending to be studying the tiles on the floor. An evil thought crossed his mind, and he supressed a grin as he began to suck on the popsicle, pretending not to notice the other two men in the room.

Again, they stared, and Chuck could swear he felt the temperature rise in the room.

As after a few more seconds of the slurping, he bit the popsicle in half.

Billy jumped, and Rico flinched, and they both turned away.

Chuck snickered softly and finished it off. There was always tomorrow to try again with grape.

A/N: Don't know what you guys thought of it. It was short, of course, and my Chuck muse will complain that I cut it off too soon, but I think it's cute, and sorta funny. Well, R+R I guess, and flames will be used to warm my hands. (I'm Canadian, eh?)