Eric burst into the living room, and Jack glanced up at him, bracing himself for whatever was about to come out of his husband's mouth next. "Ice cream! Let's go get some, Jack."
Jack bit his lip, trying to hold back the laughter. "You want to run to the store and get some, or go to an ice cream shop?"
Eric narrowed his eyes at him. "No store bought ice cream. We're going to a shop," he demanded.
"Fine by me." Jack stood up, grabbed his keys, and off they went. He ordered a vanilla while Eric predictably went for chocolate.
Eric grinned once they both were almost done eating, sidled up to Jack, and wiped some ice cream off his husband's face with his thumb. "Fuck it," he murmured after a few sexually charged seconds and then licked what little remained.
Jack didn't even have it in him to be embarrassed anymore. A little turned on, he grabbed Eric's hand and rushed him back to the car. They'd definitely be stopping for more ice cream at the store now, and it was all Eric's fault.
Sue them, they loved spicing things up in the bedroom - definitely tons of fun.