(LOL anon you a dick.)

“Dun’chu dare,” Keith said in a low growl, an edge of bared teeth in the soured twist of his lips as he regarded the shorter hick beaming before him. Ellis brandished the clean-cut cube of ice with a flourish, letting it glide between his fingers like some sort of card trick before holding it aloft between his index and middle fingers. “Shortcake,” the redhead added in warning, taking a step back out of the kitchen, “Knock it off.”

The advantage of being in his own home did not save the older survivor. Instead, it damned him, because no sooner than had he escaped the dining room than did the thick shag of his living room carpet jump up to kiss his face as his boyfriend’s full weight sent him toppling down across it. “Damnit, Ellis!” he snarled, trying to throw the bassist off; Ellis let him roll over only so he could straddle the taller male’s hips and bracket them with his thighs, gripping tight when Keith tried to fight him off again.

Keith had won his fair share of scrapes, but Ellis was built with more bulk, and seemed to thrive on scrabbles that took place after a tackle. He bore down on his cursing lover, shoving Keith’s shirt up and smoothing the ice over his chest with half-lidded eyes in contrast to his manic grin.

Keith yowled and arched, following the noise up with a growl, pain jolting his hardened nipples and crackling down his spine like a lit fuse. The ice had already melted a bit from the warmth of Ellis’s work-roughened fingers, and it left a glistening trail of chilled water across his heaving chest. Keith’s face flushed, agony twisting his features as he breathed.

“S’gorgeous,” Ellis purred, leaning over to kiss at the splotched flush adorning his lover’s chest. The velvet warmth of his lips took away some of the frigid burn, and Keith forfeited by laying still and panting angrily beneath him as Ellis licked his way over to a nipple. When his tongue lolled across it, slurping up the water left behind and warming the stung skin with his mouth, Keith moaned and dug his fingers into the thick carpet. “Mine,” Ellis added, and slid the momentarily forgotten cube back over Keith’s other nipple while he pressed his mouth back over the left, chuckling when his boyfriend shouted his name.