"One spoonful left, you want it?"
"Nah, it'll mean ten more minutes on the stairmaster," Michael says in a hoarse voice. His hands stroke Luke's thighs as the lad straddles him, his eyes roaming over the creamy pale skin of Luke's stomach before catching sight of his cock, now flaccid and resting next to his own.
Michael's eyes reluctantly flicker up again to meet Luke's when he hears his voice over him. "Come on," Luke whispers, "I want to see you lick it off the spoon..."
Luke holds the spoon with the melting ice-cream over Michael's mouth, leaning over as he does so, smiling as the ice-cream drips onto Michael's tongue and into his mouth. Michael smiles too, watching Luke spoon feed them both, playing along because who can resist this beautiful boy?
The still chilly ice-cream drips onto Michael's chest from the spoon as Luke gets distracted licking up the mess that had dripped onto Michael's neck a few minutes ago. Licking up the sticky goodness, Luke's tongue dips into Michael's mouth, kissing him and feeding him at the same time.
Michael eyes flicker shut, waiting for a second to enjoy Luke's ministrations before kissing him back, his tongue tasting Luke's, wanting more...
His nose digs into Luke's cheek as he feels for his mouth, lips pillowing into each other when they find one another. Lazy, soft kisses, where there's nothing to do but enjoy the taste and feel of each other. There's something about Luke's mouth, that, no matter where he's kissing on Michael's skin, it feels brand new and comforting all at the same time.
Michael realises that there's something about Luke that's different, that makes him keep coming back for more. His eyes open with the thought of it, needing to look at the boy above him to confirm his theory; that whatever Michael does to him, Luke always matches him and then pulls him along, encouraging him to do more and to do it better. Michael finds himself in the refreshing position of being encouraged by his equal instead of always being either challenged or submitted to. He realises with a shock that this boy-man has managed to do what no-one else has done, to keep Michael's interest by purely being himself.
"Mmmm ice-cream kiss..." Luke murmurs finally, dropping several smaller kisses onto the side of Michael's mouth. "You should eat more you know, my Mum says you're too skinny..." He drops the spoon into the now empty tub before wiping a big drip up from Michael's chest with his thumb.
"Your Mum?"
"Mmm hmm," Luke licks his thumb clean, nodding, before running his hand over Michael's chest as he puts the ice-cream tub down. "She doesn't completely hate you, you know."
Michael runs his hand over Luke's stomach, smiling up at him, rubbing the little drips of white into his skin. This was a good idea of Luke's to have something to eat after their late night get together. He can feel some energy returning and wonders idly if Luke would be up for one more...
"I told her you were always skinny," Luke continues, sitting back a little, putting his hands on Michael's thighs behind him to balance him as he wriggles a little, teasing Michael. "Even when you were in High School."
"You don't know what I looked like in High School!" Michael laughs as he catches one of Luke's wrists in his hand meaning to bring him down to him for another kiss.
"I live in Calum's old room remember?" Luke says, killing Michael's vibe instantly. "With all his year books? Pictures of you? You were a geek!" He giggles, smiling down at the insanely hot but suddenly rather grumpy man beneath him.
"I was never a geek!" Michael objects, glaring at Luke as he slaps his thigh lightly.
"Then how'd you explain Chemistry Club?" Luke asks in a sing song voice, thoroughly winding Michael up.
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Queer as Muke
Fanfiction"The thing you need to know is, it's all about sex. It's true. In fact they say men think about sex every twenty-eight seconds. Of course that's straight men. With gay men it's every nine." Twenty nine year old advertising executive Michael Cliffor...
