Cold And Sweet
Title: Cold and Sweet
Part: 6/? of the "What Is This Feeling?" series
Pairings: Hankyung/Henry
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1346
Disclaimer: All characters own themselves.
Summary: Hankyung has ice cream. Henry wants some. (A companion piece to "Hot and Salty")
Henry had quickly eaten the ice cream that Hankyung had bought for lunch. And while it had helped to cool him down, the heat soon began to bother him again. After announcing that he was going to take his fourth shower of the day, Hankyung finally decided to call the repairman to fix the broken air-conditioner. However, he wouldn’t be able to come until late in the evening. It had started to cool a little, but Henry didn’t know how he would manage until then. Now, he wished that he hadn’t completely finished his share of ice cream.
The violinist wandered into the kitchen and opened the freezer door, letting the cold air wash over him. He knew that he couldn’t stand in front of the open door for very long, but there was no denying how good it felt. He looked inside and his eyes lit up when he saw three leftover cups of ice cream. He tried to think of whom they could belong to.
He knew that Donghae and Ryeowook had eaten theirs, because the three of them ate together, talking about how good it was. He also knew that Siwon ate his, because (and he was embarrassed to admit this) he had watched his hyung while he ate. He couldn’t forget the feeling of that tongue in his mouth and remembered blushing when he saw Siwon licking the ice cream from his spoon. Henry could feel himself blushing again, so he quickly shook himself from those thoughts. So that meant that the last three were for Hankyung, Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun.
He knew that he couldn’t take Kyuhyun’s. Despite his boyish face, he knew that his hyung had a sadistic streak and would definitely punish him if he took it. Zhou Mi was also a definite no. He wouldn’t do anything to Henry himself, but would instead send Kyuhyun after him. That left Hankyung’s share. He knew that his gege wouldn’t get too angry at him if he ate his ice cream, but Henry would feel guilty for doing it.
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Ten minutes later he was sitting on the couch with Hankyung’s vanilla ice cream. He removed the cover and brought a spoonful to his mouth, enjoying the sweet taste. Screw the guilt, he thought. It’s hot. He was thoroughly enjoying the cold treat, that he didn’t notice someone standing man behind him.
“Henli-ah.” Henry froze, the spoon halfway towards his mouth. He slowly turned around and looked up to see Hankyung staring at him. “Is that mine?” he asked.
Henry bit his lip and nodded. Hankyung didn’t say anything, but he sat down next to the other boy. Henry would be able to deal with it if Hankyung was angry and yelled at him, but the quiet disappointment his gege was radiating made him feel a million times worse. He didn’t realize he was crying until the older boy used his thumb to wipe away the tears.
“Why are you crying?” the older boy questioned. Henry didn’t answer, but instead sobbed quietly. Hankyung sighed. “I’m not upset with you. But you should have asked me if you wanted some of my ice cream. I would have gladly shared it with you.” He pulled the young violinist onto his lap and rubbed his back. “How about we share it now?”
The younger boy just sniffled and nodded. “Okay.”
Hankyung turned Henry around so that he was straddling the older boy’s lap and he placed the ice cream between them. He took the spoon from Henry’s hand and scooped up some of the ice cream. He put the spoon in his mouth and closed his eyes, savouring the sweet taste. When he opened his eyes, he saw Henry staring at him. “Do you want some?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” the younger boy replied, quietly.
Hankyung scooped up some more ice cream and raised the spoon to Henry’s face. The young boy leaned forward, his tongue reaching out. But Hankyung pulled it back and put in his own mouth. “Be patient,” he scolded. Henry pouted and lowered his head. The older boy didn’t want to do anything more than kiss that pout away, but he was trying to teach Henry a lesson. “Otherwise, I won’t give you any.”
“I’m sorry,” Henry said. He bit his lip and raised his eyes. “But I thought that we were going to share,” he said, hopefully.
“We are,” he replied, as he scooped up another spoonful. Henry waited until he felt the spoon resting against his lips before he opened his mouth. He let the older boy ease the spoon inside and he closed his mouth, enjoying his reward. “You look so cute,” Hankyung said as he slowly pulled the spoon free. Henry sputtered a bit and Hankyung used the spoon to wipe the ice cream from the corner of Henry’s mouth. “Be careful,” the older boy said, “you wouldn’t want to spill it would you.”
He brought the spoon to his own mouth. “It tastes like you,” he teased. Henry’s eyes widened in shock and he could feel his face getting warmer with the blood rushing to it. He quickly brought his hands up to hide his blushing face, but in doing so, knocked the ice cream out of Hankyung’s hands and onto himself.
“Aaah!” Henry exclaimed. “It’s cold!”
Hankyung started to laugh at him. “I told you to be careful.”
“But it was your fault,” Henry whined.
“Hmm…I guess I have to take responsibility and clean you up,” Hankyung said, huskily. He pushed Henry down so that he lay across the couch. He looked up at his gege with a surprised look. The older boy locked eyes with him as he undid the buttons of his shirt. Propping himself up with one hand, he used the other to swirl the ice cream around the younger boy’s chest. Using his finger, he traced a line from his bellybutton and slowly moved his hand upwards.
When he began to trace circles around Henry’s nipples, the younger boy arched up into his hand. “Gege,” he moaned.
“Hmm?”
“You’re supposed to be removing the ice cream. You’re just making more of a mess.”
“That just means I get to clean more up, doesn’t it?” the older boy smirked as he lowered his head. He swirled his tongue around Henry’s belly button and moved upwards. His tongue traced the contours of the younger boy’s chest, lapping up the quickly melting ice cream. Henry squirmed at the feeling of his gege’s tongue all over his body, teeth nipping at places that made him want to cry out. When Hankyung moved up to his mouth, he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around the older man’s shoulders and bring him closer.
“Maybe I shouldn’t buy you ice cream anymore,” Hankyung whispered. “If it means that I can share with you instead.”
“That’s not fair,” Henry pouted.
Hankyung pushed himself up and looked down at the pouting boy. “But sharing is good, isn’t it?” He was about to lean down again for another kiss when the doorbell rang. “That’s probably the repairman. I should probably talk to him about the repairs,” Hankyung said, getting up. Henry thought that he heard a bit of regret in his gege’s voice.
“I should put my shirt in the laundry before it stains,” Henry said.
“After he leaves,” Hankyung said, looking back at the younger boy, “how about you and I go out for some more ice cream?”
“Gege. Did you just ask me out on a date?” teased the younger boy.
“No!” the older Chinese boy exclaimed. “It’s just that we spilled it...and there’s no more...and you wanted to eat some...and...”
Henry pressed his lips against his lips, effectively shutting the older boy up. “I’d love to,” he said, pulling back and heading to the bathroom.
As he walked to the door, Hankyung reached into his back pocket and looked in his wallet. He wondered how much extra it would cost for the man to speed up work on the repairs.