Irish Cream[Jelix]

Hot and cold worked against his naked body, paralyzing him to where he stood.

The front of his body, ice cold, but still somehow covered in sweat. The back, unbearably hot and sticky, with a thick layer of sweat covering it. Was it all his sweat? He didn't know, all he knew was he liked it.

He liked it? No, no, he loved it, he loved it too much.

He was loving every second of it.

His mind was collapsing, his heart was threatening to beat its way out of his chest, and his back side stung deliciously. Everything blended together and his brain became mush, he couldn't even remember why this was even happening.

[1 day earlier]

"Will you stop messing around with that thing!" Jack yelled over to a red faced blonde.

"Sill heel oo eird!" Felix shrieked, voice muffled by the bottom of his shirt that he had between his teeth.

The Swede had his shirt raised and purple suction cups on his nipples, playing around with a vibrating nipple pump him, Jack, Brad, Michael, and Mark had bought for a challenge they did yesterday.

Today they were all going to hang out and go ice skating, a nice needed break from the recordings and the cringemas livestream.

Felix had picked Jack up from the hotel he was staying in and they were now waiting for the others to arrive.

Felix opened his mouth and released his shirt as he took off the suction cups, and placed them on the kitchen counter.

"It feels better than those nipple clamps." He chuckled, walking into the kitchen toward Jack.

"What is it with you and nipples?" The Irish man questioned.

"Yea, because I'm the one whose always rubbing his own nipples. Besides, you said you liked the way the pump felt."

"Hey! I only do that when I'm excited, and my nips just aren't as sensitive as you and the half Asian guy's, heh."

"Hah, I only buy nipple related shit for videos, not like I get off on having my nipples zapped or suctioned." Felix said, watching Jack open up his fridge.

"That zapping almost gave me a fucking panic attack! And where the hell is all the food!?" He sternly asked.

"I haven't gone shopping yet, we're going out to eat after we ice skate anyways." The blonde informed, whistling as he watched his friend bend over to look further into the fridge, "Mmm, shake that booty for me girl."

"Like what you see, big boy?" The green haired man questioned, backing his butt up as he closed the fridge.

Both men laughed as Jack turned around with a can of whipped cream in his hand.

"Seriously, that's all you could find?"

"That and whisky. I think it's safe to say that you just don't collect it anymore dude."

"Who the fuck put my whisky in the fridge!? Gonna ruin the taste!" Felix shouted.

"Jasus! You raging alcoholic!" Jack laughed, "It's ok though, I still love ye baby."

"Shut up! I can stop drinking and buying it any time I want." He assured, grabbing the can of whipped cream out of Jack's hand, "I don't even remember buying this though."

Felix popped the red top off the canister and shook it, spraying it into his mouth.

"Any good?" The Irish man asked.

The blonde gave him a thumbs up as he swallowed, "Still good. Open your mouth."

"....You must have me confused with one of your other friends, who don't know you enough to not trust you." Said Jack, crossing his arms.