An ice cream treat Re.

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Warning: Fanfic :Rated M: Contains the obvious, (aka boy x boy) and lemons.

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The month of July, in the mid-summer, a kid's favorite month for the craving of the delicious, refreshing cold treat…ice cream.

Specifically, Ness and Lucas are in their rooms, sitting on the floor against Lucas' bed, enjoying another small time of their daily ice cream moment together up until near mid-autumn. While Ness only had a vanilla cone, Lucas had the incredible nerve to take a medium-sized glass bowl with him, holding two scoops of one vanilla and one chocolate, covering half a whole banana, topped with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and a petite red cherry. Was a simple cone not enough?

However, instead of enjoying the sugary flavor of the vanilla, Ness had taken things on the wrong road. In fact, it has happened before, about six or seven times.

Six…at least six times he had to go through this pain, sitting next to his best friend, eating ice cream together. Watching Lucas lick the spoon clean once the bowl was near empty, and licking the cone of his treat, it was all related to his sexual thoughts. The agony made him want more than simple vanilla. It needed an extra ingredient. And that was…

"…" Ness, instead of watching the television, had his eyes on the spoon carried by his friend. Though he scooped the metal holding rations of ice cream to his mouth normally, he could not help putting his imaginations behind him. A simple scoop in had him think the blonde boy was licking the contents of the ice cream, in all sorts of way. A small tip touch, slow, fast, a large portion of his tongue, kissing the cream…it was too much for Ness. It was even worse when he had to scream in his thoughts, "Why did the vanilla ice cream have to be colored white!" How was Ness so informed of this knowledge, he did not know, nor did he care to find out how, all he wanted to do was…

"Ness, what's wrong?" asked Lucas. He paused his motions, keeping the spoon in his mouth. That moment, Ness was going to break. The spoon turned into a…"…Your ice cream is going to melt."

The raven haired psychic looked at his cone. It was at a state where liquid was ready to be slowly dropped. "Oh…" he mumbled. He licked the bottom edge of the ruined sphere, pressing and brushing the tongue swiftly. Thoughts triggered again. What was he licking? It's a cone, not a…

Ness blinked twice. He looked back at Lucas, who returned to the TV. He sliced the banana a bit, and put it near his mouth. More dirty thoughts—Ness imagined Lucas taking the whole banana with his hand, and licked off so shamelessly the white and chocolate brown cream on the end tip of the fruit. What did this look so similar to? Ness shook his head, but this caught his friend's attention. "You don't look well," Lucas observed. A faint pink was on his friend's face. "Something on your mind?"

"N-no, it's nothing." Ness' eyes shifted to his right, and so did his head slightly, trying to make Lucas ignore him, but his action only made the opposite.

"You don't look like it's nothing. Do you have an ice cream fever?" How was ice cream supposed to give fevers, asked a dumbfounded Ness. The thought went away when Lucas' hand touched his forehead. It was mildly warm.

"I'm telling you, I'm f-fine." The stutter was a bad mistake.

"Really? Well…just to be sure…" Lucas set down the bowl on the side and went closer to his friend. His head was much closer. It stopped at the point where the foreheads of both touched.

Oh no, Ness thought. Telepathy. Where both psychic minds could roam free into the other's head. Now Lucas would be completely scared, awkward, or even worse, a breakdown.

But it was normal when Lucas leaned back. "…I didn't know you would think…of that," he said. He almost had a pink blush, nearly the same.

What surprised Ness more was what he found at the cut of their telepathic conversation. Inside his mind, specifically his dreams, a blonde psychic boy was being hugged by a familiar black-haired one. What was Lucas' dream, Ness thought. A hug wasn't clear enough. Maybe it had meant something.

"S-so…do you hate me?" Ness said, breaking the small silence.

Lucas shook his head. "No…but…I'd like to…experiment." Experiment what? Ness' question was answered when Lucas pressed his lips against the held ice cream cone. His whole mouth, with a bit of tan flesh, was covered with the white sweetness. "Could you lick this off?"

Ness gulped. Pressure, agony, relief, consideration, and yearning pounded into his brain. He hastily leaned in closer, and slowly but in a lustful way, licked off each little bit of the cream. The tongue of his felt Lucas' lips, and it was obvious to both, it was a strange kiss. It became less awkward when the blonde haired boy leaned closer, grabbed his friend's shoulders, adjusted his head and brought out his tongue. Ness had returned the wanted kiss in the same way, grabbing Lucas and pulling him slightly closer, giving him the spot on his friend's lap. Tongues swirled and invaded, moaning emitted, and eyes shut from pleasure. It was fortunate their room door was locked for their next step of the fun.

Lucas closed his mouth and pulled back slowly. His blue eyes were locked with the purple daze back at him, telling silently that he wanted more. Ness' hands rubbed and slightly squeezed the bulge under his friend's shorts, making him whimper slightly. An evil smirk took place on Ness' face, and had told Lucas to get on the bed. And so he did, he climbed up on top, and laid back on the comfy pillow. Still with the ice cream in hand, Ness hurried over to the side, and looked at Lucas.

"Could you…take them off?" asked Ness. The answer was, moving hands unbuttoning and unzipping the shorts. In one slow shot, Lucas removed both his shorts and underwear down to his ankles, which made his knees cringe up, but it was the least of his worries and curiosity when he caught Ness staring at his shaft. There it was, erect at nearly four and a half inches.

"…O-okay…" said a beet red Ness. "I'm gonna try something…it's going to be a bit weird, and maybe hurtful, but bear with it." Ness chomped a not too big portion of his ice cream, but he didn't savor and swallow the contents. Instead, he put down the cone, ignoring how it was going to ruin the floor, and placed his mouth over Lucas' hard member. Lucas' eyes widened at what he was trying. Ice cream with more than a hint of teen hood.

One more eye contact told Lucas that Ness was about to start. The raven-haired boy neared his mouth closer, letting the tip of his friend's cock touch lips first, then slowly, entering the insides. Lucas was surprised at what he was feeling—both the pain of the chill and the pleasure of the warmth. He felt ice cream hug his member, as well as a lukewarm tongue playing with him. The whole thing was too extreme. He had pleasure, but the addition of ice cream had him both even more stimulated and slightly hurt, and despite of either reaction, loud moans escaped Lucas' mouth.

Up and down, and back up, Ness sucked and licked as if he was toying with the same, unsliced banana. He swallowed bits of ice cream when he felt the substance to be fully in liquid state, so it would not drip onto the bed or on Lucas. Sadly, the mission failed, but he promised to lick it off once he was done. As the ice cream turned warm, Lucas moaned even louder. Feeling both a lustful tongue and a stimulating fluid was intense. Just before Ness was about to swallow the leftovers of his liquid cream, Lucas had stopped him.

"N-Ness! I…can't…hah…!" His limited were reached—Lucas let out his climax into Ness' mouth, adding a salty, however sweet, fluid in addition to the extra sweetness in his mouth. The ingredients were perfect—Ness accepted all of it. He then licked off the tip of Lucas' member and then the bits of ice cream around him, swallowing the bits together as well. He left a lying and panting friend once he finished. He crawled over him, and landed his body with his.

"…N…" Ness heard. Due to the fatigue, speaking ability was limited at the moment for the lighter haired boy. He pointed to his head, asking for a telepathic communication. The darker haired boy went closer and leaned his head. The message he heard… "More, please." And a quick picture of both of them, completely nude on the bed.

The whole message aroused him even more. Ness removed his cap and shirt, throwing them off to the side. After so, he helped Lucas remove his shirt, leaving him almost bare, except for those hanging shorts at the ankles still. Lucas kicked them off while Ness left the bed area momentarily. In the process of unbuttoning his shorts, he grabbed the bowl of ice cream Lucas had, and brought it back with him. He set the fine china down, and resumed to removing his shorts and boxers together. Lucas wanted to look at Ness, knowing he was not ashamed of showing him, obvious to the state where they were at, but his eyes were glued to the ceiling, due to the still tiredness that prevented his head turning. He eventually turned his head with his leftover might, but sadly, Ness was turned away…for the moment. He had the bowl of sweets in hand, staring at the spoon, trying to confirm his future action. He looked at Lucas, who was staring at him.

"You don't mind me messing up the bed?" he asked. Lucas shook his head. Likely, he didn't mind, the sheets could be changed, or they could switch to Ness' bed. Regardless, Ness went up close in front of Lucas. He took his legs raising him up, but Lucas held his lower body up once he knew Ness' intention. Using his finger, Ness grabbed the whipped cream and rubbed it against Lucas' entrance. A small whimper emitted on two seconds of contact.

"I know it's weird, but it's going to hurt more if I don't do this," Ness said.

"I…know…" weakly responded the other. His body was put down when Ness scooted away for a bit, and coated his entire member with very small portions of ice cream, chocolate and vanilla, the syrup, and left over whipped cream. He took his finger, and rubbed the contents all around, ensuring every single bit of the genital area was covered. He set the bowl down on the corner of the bed. Despite its stickiness and discomfort, it was slippery enough for the next act.

"Nn…you ready, Lucas?" asked Ness. While licking up his finger, he received a nod. He scooted closer, trying not to miss one shot as to not dirty his friend anywhere else. Lucas readied his body, and told himself to get used to the position he was in—legs locked in the arms of Ness, bottom near the member of his. It took agonizing seconds to start the procedure, but the waiting was worth it—even though it was strange pain Lucas felt. He moaned as loud as a wildebeest, but it was only once as he slowly got used to the thrusting.

"Shh, try to quiet down." Ness wanted to keep their activity private. Lucas tried to cover his mouth, but it was effortless. Each pulse he felt pushing at him inside made his arms drop. Instead, he grabbed the pillow and tried to bite it. It wasn't as much, seeing that the bite was effortless as well, but the pillow shield reduced the sound.

"N-Ness…agh…more! More…!" From that point each push in had Lucas saying "more" or his name. Drips of ice cream began to leak. Ness turned around, and surprisingly, the bowl was still in place. He reached over for it, still inside his friend, and with his finger, grabbed another small portion of whipped and ice cream together. He slowly pulled out, keeping a bit inside, covered a bit more, and pushed back in. It was now back to the strange pain for Lucas, but all was erased when Ness went back to hitting the sweet spot inside.

"M-more!" he cried. "F-Faster…!" With the help of the ice cream, Ness sped his pace, increasing his panting and groaning. At that point, Lucas had threw away the pillow and gripped onto the edges of his bed, letting his grunts escape freely. Both were now at equal sound, and almost at the limit.

"Luc...as…I'm close…!" Ness had slowed down to try and reserve energy, but went back to the speeding once he felt the will to keep going. The tightening inside grew even tighter, deepening the moans for both, the rhythm went off, but it didn't matter since both were near the end. One more cry from both of the psychics helped end the exciting and pleasuring activity end so well. While Lucas had it all land on his stomach and a bit on the other's chest, Ness had released his extra ingredient, the salty white fluid, into Lucas in combination to the contents already inside. He kept slowly thrusting in and out, ensuring every bit he had made the recipe of delightfulness wonderful. Once he felt done, Ness slowly pulled out, trying to get used to the fatigue sensation his friend was in, and landed on top of the other tired boy. His head was at the neck of the other, letting his pants touch the skin below the chin. No words emitted from either—there were only breaths escaping. Though, in a half minute of recovering, Lucas broke the silence.

"C..can we have ice cream more like this?"

Ness gathered the last of his might and crawled up closer, nearing his face with the other's. "Of course." The agreement was sealed with a small kiss. When Ness pulled away, he perked up slightly, and looked at the sitting bowl at the end of the bed. He got off as fast as he could, and grabbed the untouched cherry sitting in the pool of cream. He set the bowl off the bed and returned to lying down with Lucas, gently putting the cherry at Lucas' lips. He pushed on it, and Lucas ate it happily.

After the little feeding, they both fell asleep, and in their minds, unable to wait for the next day of the ice cream treat.

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