Tepid

His tongue flicked over the tip, slowly licking down the side of the erect shaft, catching
the thick gooey liquid on his tongue. He licked back up again, his tongue dancing over
the length with abandonment. A low sigh escaped his throat at the mere pleasure of the
act, the taste, the flavor...He slowly slid the turgid pole into his mouth, letting it slide
over his eager tongue. The full length was encased a moment in the hot wetness, before
letting it slide back out.

Youji’s jade eyes followed the movements of the young boy’s ministrations, shifting
uncomfortably as his pants suddenly felt VERY constricting.

"Omi! Stop that!" Youji snapped finally, his breath becoming more rapid.

"Nani? I’m just..." The young blonde began, batting his large blue eyes owlishly. Youji
began to imagine Omi spread eagle on the kitchen table as the sweet, sticky liquid ran
down his thighs...

~AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!~

Youji snatched the tri-colored Popsicle from the younger Weiß member.

"Youji-kun, what are you doing?" Omi asked hesitantly. The eldest Weiß member didn’t
answer as he stormed out of the room, muttering to himself.

"No 17-year-old should be able to eat a Popsicle THAT seductively...!"

*Owari*

endnotes: Blame Jessi for the weird title, since we had to give it a title that wouldn't give
away the plot. This fic was based on an scary trip to Wal-Mart in which a friend and I
were walking down the frozen food section, and she asked if I wanted a Bomb Pop. (you
know, those red, white and blue ones) I thought she had said 'Bombay Pop', and for a few
Twilight Zone-ish moments, the box DID say that, with a pic of Omittchi on it eating a
popsicle! O_o Of course, when I told Jessi this, she squealed and went "COOL! We
should right a fic about that!!!" ^^() 

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