ICE CREAM- BILLVILLE FIC
O.k. This is the 4th and last fic I will post today. There are other Bill fics on my lj (including Bill/Neville/Charlie) but these, today, are the ones I am happiest with.
Title: Iced Cream
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Bill/Neville
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
Word count 654
Disclaimer: I do not own nor did I create the characters herein. They are the sole creation the brilliantly talented J.K. Rowling and are owned by Ms. Rowling, Warner Brothers and Scholastic Books.
Bill felt at home, blissfully so. He was back in Egypt doing what he loved second best in the world and, the real blessing, Neville was with him. Neville however did not seem to be adjusting all that well. He fit in with Bill’s friends well enough, in fact the majority of them heartily approved of the match. The shy herbologist had already impressed his superiors at the Botanical Gardens by making headway in reviving what were thought to be long dormant plants. The problem was the climate, specifically, the heat. Bill had always enjoyed it. Neville, on the other hand, seemed to wilt in it, having no energy whatsoever by the time he got home. He had never complained, he was in fact the same sweet, loving Neville that Bill had always known. But Bill had caught him looking longingly at picture postcards of Norway, in the winter time no less, and had decided to do something about it.
Neville has fallen into a routine. The moment he enters the flat he heads straight for the shower. He makes the water as cold as the cooling charms will allow and stands there for a good 15 minutes at least, then he washes himself in warm water. The last stage is a rinse in icy cold water. This, along with the cooling charms in the flat, seems to revive him somewhat. This Friday night the routine does not vary, at least not initially. A shower, a donning of a light linen robe, all is normal. Until, Bill meets him outside the bathroom door. Bill, who utters not a word before taking Neville’s mouth in a kiss causing Neville to gasp. Bill’s kiss are breathtaking in and of themselves but, this kiss is frigid. Literally, as Bill has an ice cube in his mouth and has passed it with his rough tongue into Neville’s. The two men lick and suck at both the rapidly shrinking ice and each others mouths. Bill gently removes Neville’s robe and lays him down on the floor which now seems to be protected by some sort of shield charm. As Bill draws back, Neville spots a bucket on the floor as well as pitcher of ice water and 2 glasses.
Bill plunges both hands in the bucket holding them there for a few moments. When he withdraws from the container, his hands are white. Bill begins to stroke Neville lightly all over with his ice cold fingers causing Neville to shiver and squirm for more than one reason. After Bill has repeated this treatment several times, he places a piece of ice in his mouth again, clenched between his teeth, and proceeds to use his mouth to rub the ice all over Neville.
After pausing to take a drink of ice water, he splays the younger man’s legs apart before dipping his head and running the length of his tongue over Neville’s tight entrance. He repeats the process over and over again; water, sucking on ice, and then licking, biting and sucking at Neville with his chilled lips and tongue. Neville forgets the heat, the time, everything except his arse, Bill and what Bill is doing to him. He opens his eyes, finally, to the dim awareness that his belly is covered with his own cream as a result of Bill’s ministrations.
After a few moments of feather light petting, Bill pours him a glass of water. Neville drinks it and as Bill is offering a hand to help Neville up, takes Bill into his mouth causing the curse breaker to release a hot stream into his mouth and on his face. Neville, never breaking contact from Bill’s eyes, wipes his face with his fingers before dipping them into the remaining ice. He picks of a cum covered cube and rises sucking on it and sharing it with this man who takes care of him like no one else could.
FIN.
Title: Iced Cream
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Bill/Neville
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
Word count 654
Disclaimer: I do not own nor did I create the characters herein. They are the sole creation the brilliantly talented J.K. Rowling and are owned by Ms. Rowling, Warner Brothers and Scholastic Books.
Bill felt at home, blissfully so. He was back in Egypt doing what he loved second best in the world and, the real blessing, Neville was with him. Neville however did not seem to be adjusting all that well. He fit in with Bill’s friends well enough, in fact the majority of them heartily approved of the match. The shy herbologist had already impressed his superiors at the Botanical Gardens by making headway in reviving what were thought to be long dormant plants. The problem was the climate, specifically, the heat. Bill had always enjoyed it. Neville, on the other hand, seemed to wilt in it, having no energy whatsoever by the time he got home. He had never complained, he was in fact the same sweet, loving Neville that Bill had always known. But Bill had caught him looking longingly at picture postcards of Norway, in the winter time no less, and had decided to do something about it.
Neville has fallen into a routine. The moment he enters the flat he heads straight for the shower. He makes the water as cold as the cooling charms will allow and stands there for a good 15 minutes at least, then he washes himself in warm water. The last stage is a rinse in icy cold water. This, along with the cooling charms in the flat, seems to revive him somewhat. This Friday night the routine does not vary, at least not initially. A shower, a donning of a light linen robe, all is normal. Until, Bill meets him outside the bathroom door. Bill, who utters not a word before taking Neville’s mouth in a kiss causing Neville to gasp. Bill’s kiss are breathtaking in and of themselves but, this kiss is frigid. Literally, as Bill has an ice cube in his mouth and has passed it with his rough tongue into Neville’s. The two men lick and suck at both the rapidly shrinking ice and each others mouths. Bill gently removes Neville’s robe and lays him down on the floor which now seems to be protected by some sort of shield charm. As Bill draws back, Neville spots a bucket on the floor as well as pitcher of ice water and 2 glasses.
Bill plunges both hands in the bucket holding them there for a few moments. When he withdraws from the container, his hands are white. Bill begins to stroke Neville lightly all over with his ice cold fingers causing Neville to shiver and squirm for more than one reason. After Bill has repeated this treatment several times, he places a piece of ice in his mouth again, clenched between his teeth, and proceeds to use his mouth to rub the ice all over Neville.
After pausing to take a drink of ice water, he splays the younger man’s legs apart before dipping his head and running the length of his tongue over Neville’s tight entrance. He repeats the process over and over again; water, sucking on ice, and then licking, biting and sucking at Neville with his chilled lips and tongue. Neville forgets the heat, the time, everything except his arse, Bill and what Bill is doing to him. He opens his eyes, finally, to the dim awareness that his belly is covered with his own cream as a result of Bill’s ministrations.
After a few moments of feather light petting, Bill pours him a glass of water. Neville drinks it and as Bill is offering a hand to help Neville up, takes Bill into his mouth causing the curse breaker to release a hot stream into his mouth and on his face. Neville, never breaking contact from Bill’s eyes, wipes his face with his fingers before dipping them into the remaining ice. He picks of a cum covered cube and rises sucking on it and sharing it with this man who takes care of him like no one else could.
FIN.