[Fic] Sundae Sex

[kittydesade]

Title: Sundae Sex
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Genre: Mainstream

A/N: Written for OrigFic Bingo prompt "Pervertibles"

It started, on a summer afternoon, as a fun way to get people together, relax, and have some ice cream goodness. After Reid's performance with the cherry stems and Dee's performances with strawberries and really bad jokes about whipped cream, Dale had more than ice cream in mind when the boys and their girl were gone and he and Aaron were putting the toppings away.

The trick, he guessed, would be getting Aaron picking up on his intentions. Easy trick when all the sauce bottles were leaking and he kept sucking on his fingers.

"Do you think there's eno-o-ough..." Aaron's eyes focused on his fingertips disappearing between his lips and coming out wet. "Dale..."

"Mmm?" Wide blue eyes innocent of all guile, really. He had a coloring and face for that kind of expression.

Aaron laughed, shaking his head and putting the small plastic tub of mixed nuts in the cupboard. "You're terrible."

"And you love it."

He did. They both did. Dale loved seeing that grin on his boyfriend's face, the way his eyes would light up, the way he seemed to glow when Dale was teasing, sexually or otherwise. Being goofy, just being himself.

He picked up the sauce bottles again, deliberately by the nozzles, and deliberately picking up too many of them to have a hand free to open the fridge. "Um... I think I need a little help here? And my hands are all sticky again."

Aaron came over to open the fridge for him, but instead of taking all the sauce bottles and putting them in the fridge he set out the chocolate one, put the rest away. Then he took Dale's hands in his, thumbs rubbing along the center line of his palms. Dale watched, mostly focused on his lips as they closed over his fingers, one by one. Sliding down, the soft and slippery touch of his tongue licking up the blueberry, strawberry, caramel sauce from his skin.

He was breathing harder than he expected by the time Aaron was done, by the time he curled his hand around the back of Dale's neck and pulled him down into a kiss. Dale wrapped his arms around him and kissed him back so thoroughly he forgot what he'd meant to do. They stood there in the small apartment kitchen, kissing. Until they had to breathe and lifted their heads again.

"Mmm." Aaron licked his lips, only a little exaggerated. "You taste good."

Dale grinned. "I think I remember you saying that last night..."

"It's still true."

Which only made him smile more. Little moments like that, that he didn't get enough of when they were both at school even talking over webcams, where he could reach out and rest a hand on Aaron's shoulder and hear him say that undistorted by computer speakers or internet connections. And he could act on it afterwards. "So. Chocolate sauce out for a reason?"

Aaron's eyes widened, not quite so innocent-pretending as Dale's but damn close by now. "Well, you didn't think we were done with it, did you?"

"Apparently not..." The rest of his words were swallowed by a kiss.

Somehow between their four hands they managed to scoop up the container of cherries, the chocolate sauce, and the whipped cream. Dale managed to string enough words together to connect ice cream sundae with treat and licking, enough that Aaron was giggling when they staggered into the bedroom between kisses.

"... Crap." Dale had one arm around Aaron's shoulder, the bottle of chocolate sauce in one hand and whipped cream in the other. "So, how much of a mess are we going to make?"

Aaron brushed a kiss on the line of his jaw. "Not much. Watch."

After the second towel Dale went and helped him with the stack. In the end, half their towels were on the bed, most of the clean ones, but, hell, it would keep the sheets from getting sticky. Dale stole another kiss before flopping back on the bed. "My boyfriend is wise in the ways of sundae sex."

"Sundae sex?" Aaron laughed.

"Sundae sex!" So it was silly. Goofy. That was what Dale did best, wasn't it? First a circle of chocolate on his stomach, then a circle of whipped cream, and finally Aaron, laughing, stretched out next to him to put the cherry on top. "See? I'm a sundae."

"With a cherry on top," Aaron agreed, bending forward to nip the cherry off the small pile of whipped cream. Then dragging his tongue through the whipped cream, curling his tongue around small gobs of it, licking it up. When he looked up again Dale giggled, albeit breathlessly. "Mmm?"

"You have, um." One hand sliding up along Aaron's back, bringing him close. Aaron leaned in, and Dale kissed the tip of his nose where the whipped cream and chocolate sauce had collected, licking it slowly off his face until his lover couldn't hold still any longer and kissed him. They pressed together, the last of the sauce and cream mingling between their bodies, the sticky mess making itself more obvious when they parted.

Aaron looked down between them, almost blushing. "Well, now I'm kind of glad we laid down towels..."

Dale's mouth twisted thoughfully for a moment, then he grinned. "Roll over, then." Aaron's eyebrows raised, but he did.

The small tub of cherries was only half full, but he only needed four or five for his purposes. First he laid them down in a long line down Aaron's back, thumb swirling a circle over his skin before laying a cherry down in the center of the circle he'd drawn. The last and lowest one on his body he placed over the curve of his buttocks, gently probing his thumb between his cheeks and just pressing against him for a moment before resting the cherry there.

And then he lowered himself over him, hands and knees, and picked up each cherry with lips and tongue. Slow, wet, circular motions. Until the last cherry, which required two fingers and his tongue scooping the cherry up, letting the juice fill his mouth and coat his tongue, then swirling the tip of his tongue around his hole.

By the time he crawled up over him again Aaron he heard Aaron's whimpers. His fingers curled around his lover's shoulder as he pressed a kiss along the side of his neck, nuzzling up his hair and kissing the nape of his neck beneath. "Liked that, hmm?"

"Mmm-hmm." Breathless. Laughing, almost, Dale thought. He rolled back over, somehow snagging the tin of whipped cream on the way. "Creative."

A cold tickling sensation started just below his navel and spread itself downwards, accompanied by hissing. He looked down, then back over at Aaron. "Creative?"

"Hey, it's your turn."

Apparently, it was his turn. An inch down the trail of whipped cream Dale was panting. Another inch and he was whimpering. His hands buried themselves in the auburn curls, copper in some lights. The juxtaposition of heat from Aaron's mouth and the cool of the whipped cream wasn't something he'd expected, and the slipperiness of it. And he wondered what the cherries had felt like for all of two point five seconds before he caught his breath and started gasping.

Aaron worked him up till he was sweaty and panting and all the whipped cream was gone. And then he pulled him up, wrapped both arms and one leg around him and kissed him, long and deep. Yeah, he was hard, either dripping or still covered in melting whipped cream; Aaron was hot and hard against him. Which was just as hot as all the food they'd been playing with.

"Creative, huh."

"Mm-hmm."

They did get creative. With the chocolate sauce, too. And the whipped cream bottle was still cold, or at least it was until they had rolled it against each other's skin a few times. Neither of them made good lube, but the syrupy juice substance still left in the bottom of the cherry tub worked, sort of. "Tastes good, too."

Aaron whimpered. "You really like doing that, don't you." Only a couple words at a time, between breaths and laughter.

"Mm-hmm."

More chocolate sauce. More touching, hands sliding all over each other between the saliva from all the licking and the melting whipped cream and he got a little bit of chocolate sauce on the tip of his nose, he was sure of it. And it didn't matter when it all came down to wrapping himself around Aaron, pressing as close as he could and resting his chin on his lover's shoulder as he thrust into him. Catching Aaron's mouth with his as they somehow lurched towards climax together, in moans and stickiness and hot bodies rocking against each other in awkward rhythm.

Afterwards it came back to him in pieces, the absurdity of it. An empty tin of whipped cream and chocolate sauce in a ketchup squirt bottle and a now-upended plastic tub that once held cheap maraschino cherries.

"Shower?"

Dale nodded, chuckling. Brushing a kiss over Aaron's shoulder. "Shower. Yeah. And probably laundry, with all the towels and..." Aaron had by now wriggled around to face him, stopped him in mid sentence with a kiss.

"Shower first. Practical things later."

"Yes, dear."