(FLUFF)
The three times Josh hesitates, and the one time he doesn't.
Because I've been getting a lot of random one-shot ideas
(Fetus! Tyler and Josh)
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The brunet's plump, rosy lips pressure against the cold substance, pulling a gasp from between them as he starts to daintily lick at the ice cream.
A taller boy watches him with a fond smile on his face and affection in his glittering mocha eyes, hands wrapped around an ice cream stick of his own.
Joshua's was a frozen one, coated in chocolate and snapped around a wooden stick. Tyler's was evidently different, vanilla piled up in swirls and coated in a whitewash of sparkling sugar granules, melting off a cone.
Their ice creams evidently portrays their individual personalities, he supposes.
The smaller boy is clinging to his side, their slender arms slung over each other, and it's up to you to decide if it was platonic in the least.
The setting sun casts rays of golden light across the boardwalk, sweat glistening on carefully-sculptured shoulders. Streaks of orange and yellow dance across a blue-pink sky, dotted with the mere silhouette of seabirds. The pair of best friends weave through the crowds of people, making their way through the summer fairground, the sickly-sweet feeling of dusk setting upon their sweat-tinted skin.
As Tyler's little tongue darts out, licking up the soft mountainside of cream, Josh finds him smiling to himself, coffee-cupped averting to the stick in his hands before it melts into a miserable lump like his heart.
For a moment, the older of the two wonders how his lips would feel against his, but then he hesitates, and it's too late now, because Tyler is dragging him by the hand to the teacup ride, and he gets lost in his galaxy eyes along the way, and forgets about it for a moment or two.
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The air smells like the ocean, it smells like summer and the buttery waft of popcorn as the two boys wander along the boardwalk, sandals shuffling against wooden planks.
Down the small staircase they go, the one with the peeling green paint and the last squeaky step. Feet sink immediately into sand, quickly getting all over the tips of their toes.
Tyler's past halfway through his ice cream now, the vanilla disappearing behind the waffle cone. Josh's was still intact, just barely, the chocolate having being bitten into.
The smaller of the two emits a twinkling giggle that disappears somewhere between the crashing of the waves and the screaming of the gulls, as he leans down, balancing the sweet treat in his hands as he kicks his sandals off.
His feet seem a lot more comfortable, half-buried into the soft sand, tickling a little as he steps across an abandoned sandcastle, delicate dimples etched into rosy cheeks.
His footsteps are careful, a mere dainty peck against the shore, soon swallowed up by rippling water. Josh's are quieter, lingering a little longer against the easily-indented surface. Tyler's colourful, striped sandals dangle from between his fingers, the boy emitting an airy giggle as he turns to look at Josh, backing away into the water.
