Whipped

"You know, Zack... you can be a bit of a dork."

Bright blue-purple eyes peeked over the counter, the mess of black spikes an energetic crown bobbing with Zack's every movement. "I take offense to that! Banana sundaes are something to be taken with complete seriousness! You have to get the banana just right – not too ripe, but not unripe. Then there's the icecream. What flavour suits your mood? Chocolate is rather mopey or for... fun." He wiggled his brows, leering at Cloud over the barrier. "Vanilla for something simple and uncomplicated... but the chocolate sauce kinda makes the idea of plain vanilla useless. Weird vanilla likers... And then there's whipped cream! And sprinkles. Can't forget the sprinkles... where are the sprinkles? Must find the sprinkles..." He drifted off into a mutter, ducking back down from view.

Cloud could only blink, stupefied. His boyfriend was always going from one train of thought to another and back again before he could process. This was comparatively tame.

Though he had to wonder why Zack thought sprinkles would be under the counter.

But... "Zack. I get the importance of banana sundaes. Or at least I think I do." He quickly added at Zack's imminent protest. "But that is why you're making me one. So I can find out."

Zack beamed, barely visible back behind the breakfast counter in his apartment. "Yes yes yes yes yes! You simply must! Sundaes are heaven sent and sublime and I can't wait to see your eyes roll up in that amazing way whenever you get close to com-mmmphf." Zack wisely cut off at the look on Cloud's face.

"Zack." Cloud refused to acknowledge the whine in his voice, or how hot his cheeks felt. "I get it. Accept it and all that. But." His eyes narrowed. "What I really, truly do not get is why you have to make these divine wondrous sundaes on the floor."

Zack smiled sheepishly. "Well... it's fun?"

Cloud ignored that. "And why...Why in Gaia's name am I the one in the kitchen and you in the living room!" He barely resisted the urge to throw his arms in the air.

"Becauseyoutoldmeyouwouldn'thavesexwithmeifIcouldn'tstoptouchingyourassandit'snotmyfaultit'ssoniceandtempting..."

"Zack. Sundaes. Before the icecream melts, please."

Zack saluted and decided to finish the job before Cloud held out in sheer spite.

He refused to acknowledge the voice saying 'Whipped' in his head.

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AN: Ok, I'll admit this is pointless. I just wanted a sundae, and thought hey, I really need to write something again... And the BJT thing I wrote after this kinda died on me. Stupid Daemon... Anyway. Hope this mildly amuses you, I guess.

Thanks as always to Momonster for her help fine-tuning my stuffs. Yipp!