Double Entendre
He watched Schuldig take it into his mouth greedily; he sucked on it, making loud slurping noises as he slowly inched it into his mouth. The noises were pissing Crawford off—he preferred Schuldig do things like this quietly and not for the whole world to hear—and he looked at him over the top of his folded newspaper.
"What?" Schuldig asked before sucking harder, adding in a bite occasionally. Crawford's scrutinizing gaze was pissing him off. "Haven't you ever seen someone eat a popsicle before?"
Crawford had nothing to say to that. He ruffled the paper and tried to ignore the vaguely erotic noises.