A/N: A new chapter! More fluffiness. You guys, I'm holding back so much right now. During this chapter I thought of so many dirty things that they could have done, but I kept it minimal. I'm trying so hard, give me some credit xD

"I missed you so much..." Jim cooed to his motorcycle, rubbing the spot where the bike was dented before. It was now scratch-free and polished, shining in the afternoon sun. He hasn't been able to see his motorcycle in a week, but now, it was back in shape. Jim placed his helmet on his head and hopped on his beloved bike, deciding that it was a good time to go to Lick-A-Dee Split's Ice Cream. It was a hot summer day, he just got his motorcycle back, he just couldn't resist the opportunity.

A short drive later, Jim was standing in line for a rocky-road ice cream cone, waiting for the little girl in front of him to order. He smiled a little to himself- as gross as little kids could be, they were really cute sometimes, and she was having a hard time deciding on vanilla with sprinkles or vanilla and chocolate swirl.

"What are you getting?" A familiar voice asked behind him, and Jim turned around quickly, his eyes setting on Dimitri, who was casually leaning against the pillar with a small smile on his lips.

"Why are you here?" Jim asked with a small smile, pleasantly surprised to find his friend by coincidence.

"Same reason as you, probably. It's hot and I want something cold to eat."

Jim smiled again and turned away; it was now his turn to order. Once he finished, Dimitri followed up with a mint-chocolate chip and Jim was handed his cone. They sat down together at a small, colorful table, Jim's helmet on the floor near his feet.

"Still, you're so rich I bet you have like, your own ice cream shop," Jim commented, getting the first lick of his sweet treat. Nothing could taste better right now to Jim.

"I actually don't know," Dimitri laughed, and took a taste of his own cone. "The mansion's so big and I'd rather not be there most of the time."

Jim looked up. "Why not?"

"I dunno. I like open spaces more, and although it is really big and airy in there, it's still so... fancy and old-fashioned. Sometimes I just want to feel like a normal guy."

Jim ate his ice-cream silently, feeling a bit bad for Dimitri. Jim had judged him right away as a normal guy until he saw the car and dress style, and then his point of view turned around to, 'Who is this guy!?' Though, if it wasn't for the money, Jim would think that Dimitri was just a single guy living in a condo or something.

He pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked up to Dimitri, but instantly froze in place.

Dimitri was swirling his tongue around the ice cream, his eyes half closed in bliss, and a little bit of the ice cream was melting on his finger. He pulled it away and licked it, very... slowly...

Jim felt his face flame up and he turned away as fast as he could, eating his own ice cream hopefully less... like that. Jeez, did he have to eat it that way!? His heart was pounding and he couldn't get the mental image out of his head.

Jim was so busy pouting that he didn't notice a finger come out and gently brush against his bottom lip. He yelped a bit and turned to Dimitri, who was pulling his finger back and smiling, wiping it on a napkin. "You had a little on your face."

"I-I'm not a little kid," Jim snapped, his face reddening more. Dimitri only smiled.

Jim huffed and continued to eat the cone before it was gone, and he threw away his napkin. Dimitri finished around the same time, and at this point Jim was walking back to his motorcycle.

"Hey, Jim?"

Jim turned around to see Dimitri walking back to him. He raised an eyebrow in questioning.

"Are you free today?" Dimitri asked with a small stammer. Jim nodded and leaned against his bike.

"Great," Dimitri stood up a little straighter, "I was wondering if you wanted to rent out some wave-runners and take a ride on the Three Lakes chain. It's hot out and, well, I'm sure the last thing anyone wants to do is sit around indoors where it's even hotter."

Jim smiled a bit. "Sure, let's go."

About forty-five minutes later, Jim and Dimitri came out of the changing rooms in swimsuits that cut off at the sleeves and thighs, but otherwise covered everything else. Jim exchanged a small smile with Dimitri before they got on their wave-runners.

The water rocked beneath them, and Jim started up the engine, the noise sounding similar to that of a motorcycle except with more water splashing around. He took a moment to check his out- black with red designs along the side, just like his suit. Dimitri's was dark green.

Jim pulled out of the docking area, making a circle with his wave-runner as he waited for Dimitri to do the same. Once they were both out, Dimitri pulled up next to Jim.

"So, where should we go first?" He asked, but Jim already started pulling forwards.

"Who cares, let's just go as fast as we can!"

After a high speed chase across the vast lake, Jim turned into one of the channels into one of the other lakes. He slowed down at a moderate speed, Dimitri pulling up beside him, laughter echoing in the forests around them.

"That was awesome," Jim commented, looking excitedly towards Dimitri, who returned a smile. Jim felt his heart thump again, the combination of Dimitri's hair being pushed aside by the wind and his smile making Jim's cheeks turn pink.

Okay, no, scratch that thought. Jim shook his head a bit in irritation. Those thoughts have got to stop.

After another race or two, the sky was turning darker and the air got cooler. They returned to the wave-runner rental stop and went back into the changing rooms to dry off and get back in their normal clothes.

Once Jim was in dry clothing, he stretched his back and sighed contentedly, stepping outside to see Dimitri leaning against his car. Jim pulled on his leather gloves and walked over to Dimitri.

"Hey, uh, thanks for today. It was fun." He thanked Dimitri with a girlish simper without really realizing how he looked. Dimitri chuckled and tossed his keys in the air before catching them in his palm again.

"Don't mention it," Dimitri replied. "I'm having fun, too, you know."

Jim looked up, his eyes sparkling with delight. So he wasn't just annoying Dimitri with his ideas of fun? He felt so much better about that, in fact, he never really had fun with anyone before with the exception of his mother.

"I'll... catch you around, then?" Jim asked hopefully.

"Sure thing."

Jim smiled and turned to leave, but a hand grabbed his wrist. Jim's heart slammed his chest and he froze, turning to look over his shoulder.

"There's..." Dimitri broke off, his eyes focused on Jim's. He felt warm, looking at Jim, who was staring at him in surprise and confusion. What was he supposed to say now? Think of something...

"There's... a party at my mansion this weekend," he thought of a logical excuse for randomly stopping Jim from leaving. "It's gonna be really boring and I'm expected to stand around and talk to people. I wanted to know if maybe you could come, and I could leave the party for a bit to show you around the place."

Jim's heart settled down a bit, but he was still embarrassed. Dimitri hadn't let go of his wrist. "U-um... yeah, sure. What time should I come...? And where is it?"

"Come around 7 p.m.," Dimitri squeezed his wrist a little, making Jim swallow his embarrassment. "And if you have something nice, like... a suit or something, you won't stand out or anything."

Jim remembered he had an old suit that used to be his dad's, it should fit him now. A bitter taste came to his mouth at the thought of his father, but he ignored it when Dimitri's fingers brushed the palm of his hand. A fluttering sensation filled his chest.

"Yeah, I... have something I can wear."

"It's on West Oak Road, the first driveway you see disappearing into the woods," Dimitri explained. "Just go up that little road for a while and then you really can't miss it."

"Gotcha."

Dimitri looked into Jim's eyes again, and for a moment, their eyes were locked together, Jim's face becoming more and more heated, Dimitri's hand shaking slightly. He finally let go of Jim's wrist.

"I'll see you Saturday." Dimitri forced a small smile. He was so nervous, he wasn't sure why he suddenly had to touch Jim's wrist like that...

"Yeah," Jim responded just as awkwardly, "See you." He forced his feet to move. His combat boots were suddenly really heavy as he walked to the motorcycle and put his helmet on.

As Jim drove away, Dimitri couldn't help but to watch him and wonder what he really wanted to say to Jim.