Author's Note: Rated T because Seto's a horny dragon always—even when he's being sweet. :) And yes, I realize that ice-cream is not a part of the body. But ice-cream is in a part of your body when you ear, right? Yummy in the tummy, baby! :D
I is for Ice-Cream
Seto had never really understood why Joey liked to go out for ice-cream even when they had a refrigerator full at home. He supposed it was the social aspect, even though they usually never actually spoke to other people, anyway. But, Joey had craved ice-cream, so here they were, at the ice-cream shop. Joey had gotten his usual—a huge chocolate fudge sundae with extra ice-cream and extra fudge and extra everything; Seto liked to call it "sugar coma waiting to happen." Seto had a cup of coffee; he didn't particularly celebrate ice-cream as delicious, like his brother and Joey did.
He eyed the blond next to him for a few moments, just watching him eat that melted gooey… thing and wondering how he could possibly like it. Then again, maybe there was something about it that Joey could find delicious and he couldn't. But then, Joey had never liked coffee, either, so perhaps it was just one of those things… He liked things hot and Joey liked things cold. They were opposites. That's how things worked. …And that's how they'd gotten into such a steamy relationship—
Huh. Steam.
Joey gasped as the brunet caught his china and turned his head, then blushed when he saw his dark, lusty eyes. 'Here?!' He moaned quietly and let his eyes flutter closed as the older boy leaned in to press their lips together. Then the brunet's hot tongue was in his mouth, mixing coffee into the still cool, creamy sweet flavor of the ice-cream that had just been melting in his mouth.
Seto smirked as he watched the blond's eyes close, then raised an eyebrow. Ha, he'd been right; if he kept his eyes open and watched closely, he could see the steam from their joined mouths. How very… interesting…
The blond blinked as the older boy pulled away, then frowned in confusion. "What was that for?"
"I just wanted to see the steam," the brunet replied, shrugging a little as he took another sip of his coffee.
"Oh." Nodding, the blond went back to eating his ice-cream. A few seconds later, however, he frowned and turned back to him. "Steam?"
"From the hot coffee and cold ice-cream. If you watch carefully, you'll see steam," Seto explained, as if totally not caring. He smirked when he saw the thoughtful expression on the blond's face, then quickly schooled his face into a mask of indifference. He couldn't help the pleased smile, however, when he felt the blond's hand grip his sleeve timidly.
Blushing, Joey looked up at him from beneath his lashes. "…Could… Could we try it again, then? So I can see it?" When the older boy didn't answer immediately, he began to nibble nervously on his bottom lip.
'He's lucky I'm not an exhibitionist or I'd jump his bones right now.' Smiling, he nodded. "I suppose I can be persuaded to kiss you a few more times. …For the steam."
The blond blushed a little more but smiled brightly. "Okay! And then—" He bit his bottom lip, then leaned in and whispered, "…And when we get home, I'll do that thing ya wanted me t' do."
"Mm." Seto growled and smirked. "I see what's in it for me now. Keep your eyes open so you can see it puppy." Then, he leaned in and kissed him softly.
No, he supposed. Ice-cream wasn't too bad in some cases.
