Vanilla (Michael/Jake) PG-13
Title: Vanilla
Author: moit
Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Angst
Summary: Another ditty in the Michael/Jake series.
"Mmm," Michael sighed, devouring the vanilla ice cream cone in his hand.
Jake walked into the living room. "Where did you get that?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
"I stopped and got it on my way home," Michael replied. He raised an eyebrow.
"You didn't think to get me one?" Jake asked, dropping down on the couch next to his boyfriend.
Michael stopped mid-lick. "Actually, I didn't." He made a pained face. "Sorry?" he said, holding out the cone.
Jake leaned in and covered the top of the ice cream with his mouth, taking nearly all of it with him.
"Hey!" Michael frowned at him. "You took most of it."
"Oh, hush," Jake said, licking the corner of Michael's mouth where he'd left a smear of ice cream. "I'll go get another and we can share that one."
"But I wanted this one," Michael said, petulantly. He wore a sour face as he licked at the ice cream.
"You know, if you keep making that face, it will stick like that."
"You want another lick?" Michael asked.
Jake leaned it, but instead of holding the ice cream still, Michael smashed it into Jake's nose.
"Hey!" Jake shouted.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. It seems you left a little ice cream on your face!" Michael licked a broad stripe up the side of Jake's face, effectively wiping a fair amount of ice cream off his skin.
"You are an asshole," Jake said, wiping at the ice cream with his fingers.
"I'm crafty," Michael answered, biting into the cone. "You got half and I got the cone."
"I'm sticky."
"Well, I could make you more sticky," Michael leered.
"You come near my cock with that ice cream and you're done."
"But it's your favourite."
"Not on my cock."
"Your loss," Michael said, popping the last of the cone in his mouth. He grinned around the treat as Jake stomped off to the bathroom to clean his face.
Author: moit
Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Angst
Summary: Another ditty in the Michael/Jake series.
"Mmm," Michael sighed, devouring the vanilla ice cream cone in his hand.
Jake walked into the living room. "Where did you get that?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
"I stopped and got it on my way home," Michael replied. He raised an eyebrow.
"You didn't think to get me one?" Jake asked, dropping down on the couch next to his boyfriend.
Michael stopped mid-lick. "Actually, I didn't." He made a pained face. "Sorry?" he said, holding out the cone.
Jake leaned in and covered the top of the ice cream with his mouth, taking nearly all of it with him.
"Hey!" Michael frowned at him. "You took most of it."
"Oh, hush," Jake said, licking the corner of Michael's mouth where he'd left a smear of ice cream. "I'll go get another and we can share that one."
"But I wanted this one," Michael said, petulantly. He wore a sour face as he licked at the ice cream.
"You know, if you keep making that face, it will stick like that."
"You want another lick?" Michael asked.
Jake leaned it, but instead of holding the ice cream still, Michael smashed it into Jake's nose.
"Hey!" Jake shouted.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. It seems you left a little ice cream on your face!" Michael licked a broad stripe up the side of Jake's face, effectively wiping a fair amount of ice cream off his skin.
"You are an asshole," Jake said, wiping at the ice cream with his fingers.
"I'm crafty," Michael answered, biting into the cone. "You got half and I got the cone."
"I'm sticky."
"Well, I could make you more sticky," Michael leered.
"You come near my cock with that ice cream and you're done."
"But it's your favourite."
"Not on my cock."
"Your loss," Michael said, popping the last of the cone in his mouth. He grinned around the treat as Jake stomped off to the bathroom to clean his face.