Death By Popsicles

My best friend seemed to have developed a weird ass addiction. No, not to porn like every other High School Boy our age, no, this one was a lot more problematic... for me at least. Extremely so.

The pink haired idiot sat across from me, his legs spread as he laid comfortably in a bean bag chair. His fingers twirled around the wooden stick to a purple popsicle, slipping his mouth over it, over and over again. Irritated by the lewd action, I spoke, trying to to keep my attention on my phone, "Isn't that your fourth fucking popsicle, man?"

Natsu looked up to be with bewildered eyes and then popped the cold object from his mouth and stared at it. He studied the item for a moment before closing his eyes with a shrug, "I think it's my sixth."

I looked up cautiously and saw his tongue roll over the item, his mouth stuck over the thing. His lips were colored and wet from the treat, smoothly rolling over the cold surface. My eyes widened at the realization of how intently I was watching him. God, now wasn't the time for me to be acting like a fuckin homo or something.

"The fuck is with this new addiction?" I hissed at the boy, angered at how he was unknowingly teasing me. "You into dick-shaped foods now?"

As if brushing off the comment completely, the onyx-eyed teen yawned, pulling the almost finished desert from his lips, "I dunno." He let out a breath and then met my eyes with a stupid grin, "I just like the feeling of it in my mouth."

"Gross dude." I grimaced at the sentence, "What? Are you gay?"

The bastard didn't respond immediately, making me almost regret asking. Though, after a few seconds of weird silence, he just sort of nonchalantly said, "Dunno, never tried dude before."

He stuck the popsicle into his mouth again and I felt a drip of sweat slide down my face as I could not for the love of God keep my eyes off of that perverted fucking mouth. He slid it in and out, twirling it around with those cold lips pressed up against its freezing surface. My fingers squeezed onto my phone as I tried to look away. I was not gay. He just had a really... enticing... mouth.

That was all.

Natsu sucked in the last bit, leaving the wooden stick empty. He stared at it for a moment and stood up, exiting the room for another one no doubt. I immediately stared down at my phone and scrolled quickly, feeling my body grow a little bit hotter from my previous staring.

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." I whispered to myself, trying to calm myself down, "It was a popsicle, calm the fuck down."

The sound of his bedroom door opening immediately made my body stiffen into a casual pose, "We're out." Natsu sighed as though he'd just lost the most important thing in the world to him. "Damn." He pouted, plopping down into the bean bag once more.

I let out a sigh of relief and decided to get rid of the weird mood. This was my best friend after all, how gross to get excited just from a few popsicle licks. "Looks like you're gonna need something new to suck on." I let out a joking laugh and held out my two fingers, "You can go to town on these."

Y'know, I really expected something entirely different from what actually transpired.

Maybe a "You're a fucking bastard" or a punch or something.

Not that.

The pink haired boy looked up to me a weird dark gaze, "Alright." He said simply, crawling over to my fingers. I laughed at bit at how far he was going to the joke as he gripped onto my held out hand and stared at the two extended limbs.

"Okay," My laughing slightly died down, "Joke's over now." I attempted to remove my fingers but the asshole had a tight grasp on them. He parted his lips slightly and I widened my eyes as my fingers disappeared into his mouth. "Nats-" I choked on the words as I felt the freezing, wet feeling of his mouth.