Ice Cream

Minty

"Still gonna fight me?" Adam asked, his voice low and filled with competition.

Hannes quickly shook his head. With a sudden, determined movement, he closed the distance, capturing Adam in a fervent kiss. It was a kiss of desire, of longing, a merging of emotions that had been building between them ever since that damned concert ended, and he held onto the fabric of his friend's shirt tightly, tugging it upwards.

Adam's initial surprise quickly melted into responsiveness, but it didn't last long before he clutched Hannes' wrists, stopping him in his tracks with an agonizing laugh.

"I'm glad," he smiled, "I was starting to think this was one sided."

He reached down, grabbing the infamous tub from atop the crate as his body remained a barrier between Hannes and the rough brick behind him.

Adam dropped the jacket off of his friend's shoulder, reaching for the hem of Hannes' shirt in an act of fun retaliation. "So, you are curious." he repeated while he worked, fingers grazing over Hannes' abdomen as he pulled his shirt up and over his head.

Like before, Adam dipped his fingers into the creamy mint concoction, scooping out a generous amount. The ice cream was still cold enough and smooth, not that Hannes cared much.

"Ready?" He asked, bright with enthusiasm.

Hannes swallowed hard, nodding slowly, his heart now pounding as he braced himself. Adam's touch was both purposeful and tender as he first spread the cold treat across Hannes' collar bone. An uneasy but exciting sting, the ice cream's frost becoming one with Adam's calloused fingers.

Hannes' pupils dilated as Adam continued, moving the ice cream in slow, deliberate motions. He traced a line down his chest, leaving a trail of minty sweetness that made him shudder.

Adam's touch was– oh, Adam. He ran cooling streaks along each crevice of his bandmate's body, each curve and edge of his skin, the overwhelming mist of lust blanketed his mind like poison. He found himself leaning into Adam's touch, no boundaries now, it was all lost beneath layers of mint chocolate chip.

Smeared down Hannes' stomach and across his sides, leaking down to the waistline of his jeans.

Finally, Adam leaned back in with a smile, his breath warm against the cold ice cream on his skin. "How's that feel?" he asked softly.

Hannes' eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he absorbed the way his body was reacting on its own, glancing down at himself with flushed cheeks and stifled puffs of air.

"Oh," Adam laughed as his eyes followed, "you like it after all."

Should it be embarrassing? Perhaps. But Hannes watched the green liquid run down past his belly button, and he could imagine the way it'd feel if only it wasn't getting caught by his belt.

His thoughts were interrupted by Adam, who, despite the current stakes, seemed to be preoccupied with the label printed on the side of the tub. He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head as he mumbled. "Over a thousand calories in this little thing?"

"What–"

"Well, I guess you're not eating it," Adam shrugged, cupping the bulge in Hannes' jeans with his free hand, "not all of it, anyway."

Hannes let out a weak, breathless sound, his hips instinctively pushing up against the other man's hand.

Adam hummed contentedly, his thumb caressing gently over the zipper.

"Needy thing." Adam palmed over it, nudging him back against the wall again. "Look how hard you are from a little ice cream."

Hannes scoffed.

God, in times like these he hated that man. He did it himself, unbuckling his belt and eagerly unzipping in a way that made Adam laugh.

Conceding, he tugged Hannes' pants and underwear down to his ankles, and once he was free, he wasted no time. He lifted the ice cream tub and tilted it just above him. The coldness dribbled down, the melted liquid at the bottom of the tub coating his erection as he twitched.

"You want more, huh?" Adam teased, wrapping a hand around him. "You'd better hope no one walks backstage."

Hannes was a mess, hips bucking up into his bandmate's hand, slick with the substance as he nodded and murmured with shallow breaths. "Tingles..."

Adam snickered, stroking him steadily. "Yeah, because it's not supposed to be on your dick, Hannes."

The man hummed, eyes half-lidded and knees weak in ecstasy.

He hardly realized that Adam had grabbed his arm, hardly processed when he was being bent over across the crate.

"Spread your legs for me." And he did.

Instead of a finger, a tongue, or even Adam himself, Hannes' entrance was promptly coated in the minty dessert. Ice cream slid down his back, trickling around his hole but it wasn't enough.

Kicking the shorter man's shoe, Adam spread his legs just slightly further apart. His eyes dark and admiring just how debauched this all was.

Then came the finger Hannes craved, sliding in effortlessly thanks to their make-shift lube.

"You want this inside you?" Adam taunted, waving the tub in front of Hannes' face as he whimpered and moaned.

Shaking his head with a knowing smirk, Adam flipped his friend over, now looking down into his eyes. "I know you do." He growled, hooking his arms under the other man's legs, and tilting his ass up in the air while his shoulders laid compliant on the crate.

From this angle, it was easier for the liquid to pour in. Hannes couldn't tell how much was inside him, exactly, but he could feel a heavy tightness in his abdomen, and he flinched when some of it dropped down from his straining shaft and onto his face.

He watched as Adam held the remaining solid ice cream while he gently shook the tub, before plugging him up with a finger and laying him back down flat on the crate.

"Tingle?"

Hannes groaned.

Adam nodded with a sly grin, freeing himself from his own confines this time, and lining himself up just where he needed to be. "Don't mind the size d'you?"

Both of them knew Hannes was too far gone to object, Adam was only bragging. Still, Hannes felt a sinking feeling in his chest as Adam pressed in. Big, intrusive, and he stretched around him, desperately trying to accommodate the invader.

"S-shit–" Hannes choked, lifting his head to stare in shock at the way his stomach distended with each thrust.

It made the most vulgar slopping sound, ice cream pressuring to exit his insides, but it was only pushed in deeper.

Adam took a large handful, stuffing Hannes' mouth and he gargled when the chill burned his throat. Defenseless and blissed out while he was pumped full of mint.

"Let it happen..."

Eventually he was shuddering and he couldn't stop it, his length dribbling with need as he came undone. Wrecked, and he wished he could put it in his own mouth as it spurted and throbbed.

He felt the ice cream drain out of him when Adam slowly withdrew. His breath was labored as well, brows furrowed with the sweat on his forehead. "You're filthy..."

Hannes wheezed, drooling and leaning up on his elbows while he struggled to formulate words. "I- filthy? You did this—"

Adam let out a small, breathless laugh as he shrugged, picking up Hannes' shirt off of the floor. He carefully reached down, his touch almost reverent in the afterglow as he wiped whatever ice cream he could from the smaller man's body.

Hannes' nose scrunched as he carefully sat up, sticky, and his eyes widened and he remembered where they were.

"Relax." Adam smiled, licking his fingers clean. "I quite liked this, Hannes."

Most, if not all of the venue's workers had left for the night, and they were more alone than they had been in a long time.

"Still tastes like toothpaste, though."