A/N: IsmaelxMatthew~
"I'm taking you out for ice cream so get your shoes."
Matthew looked up from the book he was reading on the couch of their shared apartment. "Ice cream?" Just like his brother, at the mention of ice cream, Matthew got as excited as a little kid at a new playground. The blond jumped up and shoved his shoes on. "Why?"
Ismael smirked at the boy. "I can't take my boyfriend out for ice cream just for the heck of it?" Matthew laughed and the two were on their way to the ice cream shop.
"So what flavour do you want?"
Matthew thought a moment as he looked over the sea of multi-coloured tubs. "Mmm, I want... banana." He glanced up the young woman behind the counter. She nodded and scooped two balls of ice cream onto a sugar cone. She handed it to Matthew who immediately began eating, and then turned to Ismael.
The Cuban got the same flavour and after he paid for the dessert, the two sat outside at one of the circular tables under an umbrella. Ismael watched as Matthew licked the melting ice cream up before it fell onto his hands.
A light, summery breeze blew past them and Matthew reveled in the cool feeling the ice cream created. He glanced to Ismael and blushed when he noticed him staring. "I-Is there something on my face?"
Ismael leaned over with a napkin and after wetting it with his tongue, wiped the ice cream off of Matthew's nose. Matthew blushed further, spluttering something about gravity and messes.
Ismael smirked and leaned further, giving Matthew a quick peck on the cheek. It shut Matthew up for a moment but, after he recovered, he smiled and leaned back, kissing Ismael.