Summary: John wants to get frisky but jeez Bro, not right here.
You know exactly what you're doing as you slide your tongue around your sweet treat. He knows you know, of course - his eyes glare holes into you as you tease him innocently.
"You're gonna get it later," he mumbles. You wrap your lips around the pointed tip and suck it into your mouth.
"Whatever do you mean, Dirk?" you ask, pretending to be clueless.
"Don't play dumb with me, kid," he growls.
You re-evaluate your answer. "What if that's the plan?" you say cutely, licking your ice cream.
He quirks an eyebrow. "We're visiting your dad tomorrow. You sure that's a smart plan?"
You grin. "Not like he doesn't know anyone. Besides, it'll be funny watching him interrogate you."
He rolls his eyes behind his shades before licking your ice cream for you. "Fine. If that's your plan, who am I to obstruct you?"
He moves to tug you into the bathroom, and you squeal and go beet red.