Come Get Some

You Want Some?

Ant trudged from his hotel bathroom to his bed. He's long dressed out of his clothes and was now comfortable in just his pants and dressing gown. He was about to jump in and leave the world of the living when he heard a rap on his door.

Who could it be? It's bloody one in the morning! Ant angrily thought. The auditions had once again ran past midnight. Now, he just wants to head to bed and sleep. The last thing he wants to do is deal with whoever is on the other side of that door. "Dec, I swear to God if that's you, I'm gonna smash your face in!"

He yanked open the door and found a smiling Stephen Mulhern. "Oh, it's you."

"You want some?" Stephen held up a pint of ice cream and two plastic spoons.

The Geordie didn't answer. Ant then proceeded to slam the door shut, but Stephen stopped it with his forearm.

"Hey, is that how you treat the guy who walked from one shop to another in the middle of the night, after hours of running around backstage might I add, hunting down your favorite ice cream flavor?" Stephen let himself in and shut the door behind him.

"Yeah, if that guy showed up at one in the morning while the other guy was about to go to sleep," Ant replied as he plopped down on his bed. "Why didn't you let yourself in anyway?"

"I left my key card here," Stephen sheepishly said.

"Well, you're lucky I hadn't gone to sleep yet."

"Aw, come on, Ant. We don't have work tomorrow; you don't have to go to sleep already. The check out time for our room isn't til five o'clock tomorrow evening; you can sleep in all you want." Stephen sat on the edge of the bed and place the ice cream and two spoons on the bed. He then shrugged of his coat and chucked it at a chair. "But right now, you gotta eat this ice cream with me."

"No, I don't," he said as he pulled on the rope of his dressing gown, revealing his bare torso and his white underpants. "It's too cold for ice cream anyway, man." He sat up and discarded his dressing gown on the floor before climbing underneath the covers.

"What do I do with this then?" Stephen asked.

"Stick it in the fridge. What else, man."

Stephen got up and opened up the mini fridge. "There's no freezer. It'll melt a bit even if I stick it in here, so as a solution, we gotta eat it now."

"It doesn't make it inedible if it's a bit melted."

"Yeah, but it won't be as good, so we gotta eat it now."

Ant sighed. "Sometimes I don't get your line of reasoning, Stephen." He sat up against the headboard and motioned for Stephen to join in him bed. "Come on, then. Let's finish this ice cream so you'll shut up, man."

Stephen jumped into bed next to Ant and then took off the lid to the pint of ice cream. He gave a spoon to Ant before scooping a generous scoop for himself.

They ate in silence for a bit and even got halfway through the pint before Stephen spoke up. "You look cute when you're grumpy," Stephen says through a mouthful of ice cream.

Ant frowned even more at Stephen. He scooped a bit of ice cream and flung it at Stephen's face. He got another spoonful and continued eating as if nothing happened.

"You're not cute anymore."Stephen wiped his face against Ant's bare shoulder.

"Oi! That's cold, man!" Ant jumped a bit at the cool feeling of ice cream against his skin.

Stephen laughed at him. "That's what you get for flinging ice cream at my face."

"Oh yeah, let's see if you like this." Ant got a huge dollop of ice cream and dumped it down inside the front of Stephen's shirt.

Stephen hissed and quickly jumped out of bed so that he can take off his shirt. It was Ant's turn to laugh as he watched the taller man wipe off the ice cream from his chest using his shirt.

"Oh, you're gonna regret that."

Ant got out of bed and stood on the other side when he saw Stephen prepare to lunge at him. Stephen chased after Ant, both laughing as they ran, for a little while around their room. He finally caught the Geordie and pulled him to a bear hug, chest-to-chest, smearing the ice cream.

Stephen let go of Ant with a satisfied smile on his face. "There, we're even now."

"Great! Now I'm sticky and cold." Ant grumbled.

"You know, I had hoped that tonight we would end up sticky, but I didn't think it would be because of ice cream. If you know what I mean," Stephen waggled his eyebrows.

"Yes, I know." Ant rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna go take another shower to make myself un-sticky. You can join me if you want."

"You don't have to ask me twice." Stephen quickly got out of his trousers and padded after Ant to the bathroom to join him for a hot shower.