Disclaimer: I don't own these boys (*sniff*). Troy Duffy does but he won't give them to me.

AN: This was inspired by the way I eat ice cream cones. It was an awkward moment when someone noticed…. Also, after my last fic, I really wanted something warm. All the snow surrounding my house right now also prompted this thought.

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The Pros and Cons of Ice Cream Cones

It was far too hot for Murphy McManus's liking. He knew it was summer, but he was Irish for Christ's sake! It rained there two days out of three! So he had taken his twin out for ice cream, thinking it would be a great way to foil the heat. It turned out to be a terrible idea. He put it on his mental list of things not to do, right above teasing a skunk. Some lessons you only learn once. It wasn't that Connor was messy. He didn't let a single drop spill as long as Murph was watching.

And watch he did. Connor was not eating his ice cream cone. He was going down on it.

Murph couldn't tear his eyes away as Connor sucked in his cheeks, pushing the ice cream between his lips. When Connor began to moan quietly around the frozen treat, Murph narrowed his eyes. Little fucker knew exactly what he was doing.

"Connor!" Murph hissed through clenched teeth. "Will ya stop that?"

"Stop what?" Connor asked, his eyes wide in apparent innocence. Murph didn't buy that for one second.

"Ya know what!" But as Murphy glared at his twin, Connor bent his head and slurped his cone obscenely.

Murph breathed in and tried to calm himself. His pants were getting far too tight for a public place. He and Connor were poor enough without fines for public indecency. And, oh God, their ma would find out if that happened. He tried to think of something unsexy to get his mind off his brother's eating skills. Bunnies! That's it! Fucking like gay, incestuous… Shite. Not working.

Connor could see Murph fighting for control. It was about damn time. He had been going down on his ice cream for the past ten minutes in hopes his twin would notice. "Ya know, Murph," he said conversationally. "I think I'm done with me ice cream. D'ya want ta go home now?"

Murph couldn't help it; he grinned at Connor. "Aye. It's been, what? Five hours since we fucked? We need to remedy that."

THE END.