Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story except a spoon.
Title: Chocolate Ice Cream
Inspired By: Nothing really. Tsubasa has been nagging me to write something for it. Somehow, it turned into a want to write for KKM!
Notes: Yuuri's so far in denial, he's practically swimming in it.
I want to let you guys know that I've actually been starting my own story over on FictionPress called Fray Out which you can find by my dA.
The rapping is unbearable, it's six in the morning and Yuuri knows exactly who's to blame for his missed sleep. With a sigh, he throws off the blessedly warm covers and shuffles through the small apartment to the door.
And it's Wolfram, just like he thought. The boy's face is twisted with anger and Yuuri sighs again, opening the door to let the blonde slip through.
"Hi Wolf."
The blonde pointedly stares at the wall.
"Wimp."
And with that he walks to the cramped living room and Yuuri can hear him flop on the couch and the flick of the television. It's not rare for the German boy to come knocking at his door upset; the Japanese boy already knows that their earlier fight will blow over soon enough.
The raven head sighs once again and trudges to the kitchen and grabs the tub of chocolate ice cream for the freezer, nearly forgetting the spoon on his way out. Silently, he joins the blonde on the couch of the tiny living room.
Wolfram almost rips the frozen tub out of Yuuri's hands, taking the nearly forgotten spoon with a scowl; his other hand ruthlessly flipping through the channels as he starts to tear open the ice cream.
Yuuri sinks into the old ratty couch, quite aware of the body heat the slightly taller boy gives off as he mercilessly devours his prey. And that's when he catches himself thinking that the other is just so frighteningly beautiful. He smiles even though it's six in the damn morning and the television is unnecessarily loud.
"Y'know, you'll bend the spoon if you keep eating like that."
Wolfram's scowl deepens and he clonks Yuuri on the forehead with said spoon.
"Shut it, Wimp. I'm trying to stay mad at you."
The raven head laughs and then he chokes on the ice cream forced into his mouth.
"I said shut it."
Yuuri coughs in reply; Wolfram settles on a channel and scoops more of the frozen concoction in his awaiting mouth.
And then the blonde slams his lips against the raven head's own. The kiss doesn't last long but the undeniable taste of chocolate ice cream is left tingling along the Japanese boy's tongue.
Both boys are left blushing and suddenly Wolfram's not scowling anymore; Yuuri just stares, gaping and breathless.
"Uh… I'm not gay."
Wolfram scoffs.
"Sure you aren't, Princess Wimp."
Yuuri thinks his smile is dazzling but that has to be because it's six in the morning and he's horribly tired.
Even though the television is unnecessarily loud for the hour and the cold tingle of ice cream still swims around his tongue.