Yaoi warning!
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Kanone and a popsicle is a wicked thing.
This, Eyes had known for years now. He'd be blind if he never noticed the way his childhood friend licked and nibbled at the frozen treat as if it were bliss on a stick. Years with Kanone has given Eyes an almost immunity towards him in these situations. The others, however, were a different story entirely.
Rio and Ryoko stared with wide eyes and Kousuke squirmed. Ayumu distracted himself with the floor, though he couldn't help casting the occasional gaze and Hiyono just ogled. Even as the group began their dicussions of the latest hunter, glances had to be torn from Kanone and his ever so evil popsicle stick.
All the while, the center of attention himself seemed completely oblivious. No, Kanone Hilbert was certainly not innocent, but he could sure as hell act like it. He sucked on the popsicle, tongue once in a while darting out to lap up a drip on his finger. His lips slid along the treat, carefully savouring the flavor, before he rested it between his top and bottom front teeth.
Then bit.
Hard.
His audience shifted a bit uncomfortably and Kousuke rather briskly walked to the bathroom. Eyes would have normally been agitated with the distraction, his questions about the hunter completely forgotten by the group, but oh. The whole fiasco was priceless. The near drooling faces of his acquaintances were a riot. Kanone and his popsicle was just as it had always been: sinful.
Eyes watched through amused sapphire orbs, allowing the group to gawk as they pleased while he spoke. To the pianist's utter pleasure, Kanone had, apparently, been listening to what he had to say and momentarily ceased his munching, drawing a longing a look from his audience, to state, "There are definitely more than one, " he laid the popsicle against his bottom lip "I think it's a clique of hunters this time." And he continued his nibbling.
Eyes nodded, mentally laughing as the group followed every motion of the popsicle, from out of Kanone's mouth to against his lip and back between his teeth. If only Eyes had camera.
With a last chomp at the treat, the popsicle was finished. Typically, one would throw away the popsicle stick when one finished the popsicle. Kanone, being who he was, liked to play with the poopsicle stick. He treated the stick as a person would treat a lollipop, sucking, biting, chewing. His audience wriggled in their seats. The girls blushed, the guys winced.
Eyes silently chuckled though Kanone caught the quiet laugh in the corner of eye. He blinked at the pianist and Eyes looked back. Kanone smiled, walking over to his friend as five pairs of inquisitive eyes watched.
"I've made everyone in this room squirm but you, Eyes." Kanone was eerily pleasant at the moment which may or may not have been good. "I think it's now your turn." And with that, he pressed his sugar tainted lips to the pianist's.
Eyes drew away and licked his own mouth, Kanone's attempt in shattering his composure failing miserably as he very calmy though curiously spoke. "It's lemon flavored."
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Yes, there is indeed such a thing as lemon flavored popsicles. I should know, I love them.XD
Normally, I wouldn't post two times in a row for the same series but I was so eager to write this. It was so fun! Kind of short though, but it's not like it was all that great anyways. Review! Please?