Day Thirteen: Eating Ice Cream

(Note: There is sexual content in this chapter)

"Merlin! Do not touch that ice cream."

Merlin's spoon hovered over the dish; his mouth watered for the delicious taste of Arthur's scrumptious Sundaes. He scowled and slumped back against the couch. "So you're just going to place it in front of me and torture me with it?"

Arthur chuckled from the kitchen where he was putting the ice cream away, "Don't be so dramatic."

Arthur came into the room and sat on the floor next to Merlin. He draped an arm on the couch behind Merlin and scooped up a bit of vanilla ice cream and a slice of banana. "You first." He held the spoon out to Merlin.

"Hmm, oh my God. I haven't had a Sundae in forever," Merlin gave Arthur his spoon back and the two of them dug into the glacial Heaven in front of them.

Merlin went for a particularly large slice of banana, but Arthur's spoon intercepted, "Oh, no you don't, that's my piece." Arthur pushed Merlin's spoon away.

"Excuse me? But you ate all the chocolate ice cream, I think that entitles me to have the biggest piece of banana in the bowl," Merlin stated, clanking Arthur's spoon away.

Arthur stared at him, "Who's the one who cut the bananas? Oh, right, that would be me. Besides, you don't even like chocolate ice cream."

That was Merlin's cue to snatch up the banana, but Arthur was paying attention to all of Merlin's actions. At first it was just their spoons fighting for the sweet fruit, but that changed in a matter of seconds. The arm that Arthur had draped behind Merlin was now on his shoulders trying to pull him away. Merlin's legs had wrapped around and entwined themselves in Arthur's.

He tried shoving Arthur with his shoulder, but to no avail. Arthur turned to an evil tactic of tickling.

"Ar-Arthur!" Merlin gasped through laughter, "Not fai-" His last words were lost in laughter as the tickling became too much to handle.

While Arthur held Merlin down with one hand, he used the other to scoop up the banana and eat it.

Merlin's mouth popped open, "Prat." He pushed Arthur off him, scooped up a handful of whipped cream, and shoved it in his face.

"Merlin!"

Merlin doubled over in laughter, "That's what you get-who, wait no, Arthur!" Arthur grabbed the can of whip cream on the table and aimed it at Merlin. Merlin sputtered as it hit him square in the face. He tried scurrying away, but Arthur was quick. He grabbed Merlin by the middle and pulled him back. Merlin yelped and tried to shield his face from the whipped cream, but Arthur was relentless.

He began spraying it in Merlin's hair and down his shirt. It was when Arthur went to pull back his pants, that Merlin had a burst of energy, "Not down my underwear!" He twisted around and grabbed the can, trying to pry it from Arthur's grip. They struggled for a moment before Merlin could finally claim the can his. Arthur rolled onto his knees and took off for the bedroom, giggling like a child. He slammed the door shut behind him, but Merlin turned the knob so he couldn't lock it.

"Aw come on Arthur, that's not very sportsman like of you!" He pushed against the door, but Arthur was stronger than Merlin. His socks began sliding on the floor, but he was determined to get Arthur.

Merlin gave one hard shove to the door, leaving an opening big enough to fit his foot in. He used his foot to help pry open the door.

The pressure on the other side of the door vanished and he stumbled into the room. Arthur was backing away from him, hands held out and eyes lit with amusement.

Merlin launched himself forward. They fell onto the bed and Merlin straddled him, whipped cream pointed right at Arthur.

"Merlin, plea-"

Merlin sprayed Arthur right in the mouth and all over his face. But as soon as Merlin was beginning to enjoy his payback, the can hissed and the whipped cream came out in spurts.

Merlin shook the can and frowned, "Well, that's no fun." He shrugged and threw the can behind him. He leaned forward and scraped some whipped cream off Arthur's face and ran it through his blonde hair.

Arthur was no longer struggling against Merlin. In fact, he watched him as he mushed whipped cream in his hair. Smiled when he took some whipped cream out of his own hair and shoved it down Arthur's shirt.

"There, now we're even," He said, admiring his work.

Arthur held Merlin's hips and watched as whipped cream dripped from Merlin's hair, "We are a sticky, mess."

Merlin smirked, "And what do you propose we do about that?" He asked, trailing a finger through the cream on Arthur's t-shirt.

Arthur grabbed Merlin's wrist and licked the cream off of Merlin's finger. Merlin smiled and leaned forward. He kissed the whipped cream off of Arthur's lips, "Maybe we…" He kissed more off of Arthur's jaw, "…could…" He licked some off his neck. Arthur moaned under Merlin's gentle kisses and touches. He didn't let Merlin finish.

He sat up abruptly, startling Merlin, who grabbed the front of Arthur's shirt. Arthur's lips found Merlin's as he stood up, lifting Merlin off the bed. Merlin wrapped his legs tighter around Arthur's waist, his hands wrapped around his neck.

Merlin's back collided with the wall next to the bathroom. He doesn't remember Arthur carrying him all the way over there, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was Arthur's hands on him and his lips kissing his jaw and neck. Arthur dipped down to his collarbone, sucking off the whipped cream. Merlin clawed at Arthur's back, wishing his shirt would just come off him.

"Shower," Merlin breathed. He felt Arthur smile against his neck. With Merlin's legs still wrapped around Arthur, he carried him into the bathroom. Their clothes were off within seconds, Merlin having almost literally ripped Arthur's off.

Arthur pushed Merlin against the tiled wall and reached for a wash cloth. He ran the wash cloth over Merlin's body with aching slowness. He yearned for Arthur's touch, and this little wash cloth foreplay was not doing it for him.

Merlin grabbed the cloth and threw it to the side. He pulled Arthur against him, and they were lost in a slick, wet tangled mess of limbs.

Arthur spun Merlin around, the side of his face pressed up against the wall. He kissed and sucked on Merlin's neck from behind, coercing moans out of the dark haired boy.

He trailed kisses along Merlin's shoulders and whispered in his ear, "Don't go anywhere."

Merlin's head spun and his body shivered when Arthur's presence was gone. He placed an arm above his head, resting his forehead against it, trying all he could to not to take care of himself before Arthur could come back.

He heard the curtain pull back and welcomed the hand that ran down his back. Arthur trailed his fingers down Merlin's side and to his thigh. Using his foot, he spread Merlin's legs apart and worked one, then two lubed fingers into Merlin. Arthur continued his lazy kissing and sucking of Merlin's neck, as if he didn't have two fingers inside Merlin working him loose.

Arthur's free hand wrapped around Merlin's middle, holding him close to Arthur's chest.

"Arthur, please," Merlin moaned, wanting, needing, Arthur inside him, filling him.

Arthur didn't hesitate any longer. Merlin pressed a flat palm against the tile as he felt the tip of Arthur's cock. He gasped and moaned as Arthur entered him, satisfying the aching void.

He curled his fingers against the tile, wishing he had something to clutch to. He reached down and stroked himself, slowly and in time with Arthur's thrusts. Arthur gripped Merlin's hips tighter as he drove into him harder, faster.

Arthur laid his head on Merlin's shoulders, kissing the spot between Merlin's shoulder blades as they both came. Arthur slipped out of Merlin and held him, enjoying the warmth of the shower against their sensitive and flushed skin.

"You still have whipped cream in your hair, Merlin," Arthur whispered in his ear.

Merlin laughed, and turned around so he could kiss Arthur's beautiful mouth.

By the time they had properly washed themselves, the water had gone cold and the ice cream was a small pond in their bowl.