Vanilla Ice Cream

Ok, I stared at the Kaden word document window too many bleak times to count and decided since it isn’t being co-operative, I’d write another story to fill in the void meanwhile. It appears I have a kink for the stereotypical Uke…
So, here’s a long, long, long pointless piece of fluffy smut. Pages and pages of it. I feel so dirty… And in desperate need of a cold shower…

I think there should be a category for this sort of thing. Not just PWP but PFWP for pointless fluff with porn. XD Enjoy!

“Maemi!”

Maemi turned his head around to see his lover, Gypsy, running up to him from across the street.

Tanned and wiry with a cheeky grin, Gypsy looked every inch like his namesake. Wavy jet-black hair tumbled down his neck all the way to his shoulder blades. He was also outrageously tall, 193 cm. Well, outrageously tall for an Asian country like Japan.

Maemi had met him three years ago by his fountain in the park.


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It was the smallest fountain there and wasn’t as elaborate as the other two, so it was always pretty deserted. Surrounded by a small shallow lake of water, about one or two feet deep with a raised tiled border around it creating a small step to sit on. Maemi always went there to relax. He’d been in high school and had gone straight to his favorite reading spot the moment classes were over.

About to leave after finishing a novel, he’d been stopped by the loudest most flashy looking person he’d ever met in his life.

Gypsy was dressed in a bright purple shirt and turquoise pants, converse sneakers with neon multi-colored laces and an orange cap on his head. Looking rather out of place in the desolate park space, he’d called out in halting Japanese asking for directions to his hotel.

Boggling for a minute at the blinding assortment of color, Maemi waited until Gypsy drew nearer and repeated his question. Blinking at his height and craning his neck to look upwards at his face, Maemi was startled to see his eyes were actually violet. He’d heard eyes of foreigners could be any color at all, but seeing purple eyes stunned him.

Mesmerized, he’d stood there gawking.

It was only when Gypsy started laughing that he realized his rudeness, hurriedly apologizing.

The tall man had simply reached down and cupped his face, pressing his thumb under Maemi’s chin upwards to stem the flow of apologies.

Then, he’d stopped laughing, peering closely at Maemi’s face. Maemi grew more and more uncomfortable as he was stared at for long moments. Turn about was fair play, he supposed, but he was starting to feel rather weird. His heartbeat sped up and he wished the foreigner would hurry up and remove his cool hands from his face.

Shaking his head, Gypsy told him he was looking for the Cerulean Falls Hotel.

After Gypsy gave him the name of his hotel, Maemi had taken him there and had an illicit drink or two with him at the bar.

Gypsy had quite a few more. Some time later, Gypsy shifted closer and closer on the bench to Maemi.

Blinking rapidly, Maemi was about to back pedal when Gypsy bent over and kissed him without further warning. He’d only stopped when Maemi was breathless and flushed, barely aware of his surroundings, his entire focus revolved around the other pair of lips, mewling in protest when they were removed.

It took him another few seconds to come to his senses and to realize two things. First, to be horrified that he was half hard, and second, sometime during that kiss he had been pulled flush against the stranger’s body.

Blushing furiously as Gypsy smiled at him and embarrassed half to death, he was oddly happy pressed up against the chest of the other man and reluctant to move away. He spent the night at the other man’s invitation. His parents worked overseas and he lived alone so there were no awkward phone calls to be made.

And Gypsy had still been there in the morning.

They’d exchanged numbers and chitchat. Gypsy while more than a little shocked to realize Maemi was still in his final year of high school was swayed easily enough after Maemi pointed out they had already done the deed.

Maemi had already finished his exams just a week before so there was nothing pressing he had to study for. They met as often as possible, after Gypsy’s work at the animation studio ended and Maemi was let out of school.

Maemi attended college first under medicine studies as his parents ordered, but Gypsy convinced him to go for what made him happy and he switched to a literature degree. His parents were furious when they found out and summarily disowned him. Unable to pay for the tuition on his own, Maemi was forced to drop out of college.

His house had been sold but Gypsy invited him to live in his home and they’d been together ever since.

A half year later, after much encouragement and pushing from his lover, Maemi published his very first novel he had been working on since his high school days. It had been very well received and he had since published two more novels, all in the fantasy genre.

He was in such high demand; he was paid rather handsomely for his manuscripts. Together with Gypsy’s salary, they lived very comfortably and were building quite the nest egg.

He’d go out during the day and buy groceries and do the housework, since he wrote better at night. Gypsy would come home to a hot meal and his beloved Maemi.

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Smiling as Gypsy finally reached him, he went happily into a warm hug.

“Let me get those for you.” Grabbing his grocery bags, Gypsy put them into his right hand and held Maemi close to him with his left arm. Heedless of any stares they received, approving or disapproving, they walked together to their apartment.

As soon as the door was closed behind them, Gypsy turned and kissed his lover passionately. Maemi made a startled sound but went along with it, tip-toeing to get a better angle, seeking more contact, more pressure.

Breaking off reluctantly, Gypsy licked his lips and grinned.

“I love accosting you in the street, lover. You always blush just the tiniest bit. It’s very sweet. And cute. And hot.”

Maemi pouted. “I can’t help it! It’s a cultural thing. Public affection is… embarrassing…”

Gypsy looked concerned. “Is it bothering you?”

Maemi shook his head, “I… no, I like it when it’s you. It’s just… a bit embarrassing that’s all.”

Smiling, his lover went towards the kitchen to put the groceries away. Maemi trailed behind him but was stopped.

“Uh uh,” Gypsy said smiling, “I’ll put these away. Then I’ll join you… in the bedroom.”

Maemi pinked at the bold statement. “Um!” He squeaked.

Laughing, Gypsy stole one more kiss before tilting his head in the direction of their bedroom in a ‘get going’ gesture. “It’s Saturday and I want to make up for being so busy all this week. I’m thinking I should get started with that as soon as possible, don’t you?”

Maemi stood there blushing as he briefly indulged in a few naughty thoughts… Then he bolted eagerly for the bedroom.

Putting away a few cuts of meat into the refrigerator, Gypsy shut the door and opened the vegetable compartment. Reaching into the bag, he paused for a moment. Grinning wickedly to himself, he left a few items in the bag and put away the rest of the groceries.

Leaving the kitchen and stepping into the living room, he wondered if his love was naked yet… Perhaps he should give him more time to get even more worked up. Leaving Maemi alone with his naughty thoughts was just as good as a session of foreplay. Except sweeter because he would be even hungrier for Gypsy’s touch.

While he was at it, he decided to lose his clothing right there in the living room. Undressing swiftly, he placed his clothes on a nearby armchair.

Stretching luxuriously, he felt naughty standing naked right in the living room. He snorted; Maemi was rubbing off on him. He would never have thought it abnormal back then. He’d been a firm believer that a man’s home was his castle; Maemi was probably making him civilized.

Not that he minded being tamed by a hand as sweet as his.

That was long enough, he decided. Picking up the bag holding the stuff and hiding it behind his back, he walked into the bedroom.

Maemi was lying on the bed, the covers under him not over. A telling sign of how hot he was, that he wasn’t even the least bit shy. His arousal jutted out in the air, semi-hard. His cheeks were rosy from his imagination, no doubt, and the anticipation of the perverted things his love would do to him.

His ears twitched as Gypsy’s foot brushed softly against the floor as he entered the room, turning his head towards him, Maemi blinked as he realized his lover was already naked. Devouring the man with his eyes, he looked Gypsy up and down hungrily, lingering first on his erect nipples then longer, on his cock.

Then he noticed Gypsy held an arm behind his back…

Suspicion colored his voice as he asked warily, “What’s that?”

Gypsy shook his head smiling. “Close your eyes love.”

Maemi pouted cutely, hoping to be let in on the secret, but Gypsy wasn’t giving in. Walking closer, he gently ordered his Japanese lover to close his eyes again.

When he was finally obeyed after a final puppy dog look, he put one knee on the bed and leaned forward to give him a kiss.

“Keep them shut ok?”

“Ok.” Maemi said softly.

“I love you.”

“… I love you too.”

Smiling again at how adorable his sweet heart was, he put the bag down on the floor, beside the bed.

Opening the drawer in the bedside table, he reached in for the scarf Maemi had knitted him last Christmas. He had it wrapped twice around his lover’s head in a trice, knotting it up at the sides firmly.

He kissed Maemi again, deepening the kiss and delving into his mouth. It tasted sweet and had a slight hint of peach, as it always did. Licking in a swirling motion on the tip of Maemi’s tongue, he grinned when he heard a muffled giggle.

Leaving his mouth, he kissed his way down the shapely jaw line, reaching the chin and giving it a teasing lick. Mouthing down the white column of throat, he stopped at the joining between the neck and shoulder and sucked hard. Maemi moaned and wiggled a bit, he was a little sensitive there.

He lapped at the hollow spot at the collarbone, first the right then left side, nibbling a little on the clavicles as he went down.

Maemi’s right hand came up and tangled itself in his hair, the other lay still on the sheets. Gypsy brought his lips to Maemi’s nipple. He blew air on it at a close distance, warming it. Then, slowly, keeping the stream of air steady, he moved his head back turning the air cool.

Maemi twisted his torso a little, trying to get away from the chill, making a noise that sounded a little like: “Hnm!”

Gypsy simply followed his move and kept up his torment on the now hard nipple. Then he licked it swiftly eliciting another of those sweet noises from his lover. Kissing it, he blew on it again and laughed delightedly when goose bumps sprung up on Maemi’s skin. He brought his hands up and pinched both teats at the same time.

The Japanese cried out and shifted his legs. Gypsy glanced downwards to see his boyfriend’s cock at full mast and leaking a drop of precum. Ignoring it for the moment, he put his mouth over the rather neglected right bud and taking his left hand away to glide down Maemi’s side lovingly. Suckling gently, he continued to rub and pinch lightly on the left nipple.

As his lover began to whimper, he pulled away.

“Don’t stop!” Maemi begged.

“You are unbelievable sensitive, darling.”

He reached for the bag, and retrieved a cup of vanilla ice cream. Removing the lid, he dug his finger in and took a little of the cream out. Putting in his mouth, he surveyed Maemi, spread out in front of him and pondered where to start.

“Gypsy?”

Smiling, he took his clean but still chilly finger and put it on the head of Maemi’s cock.

“AHH!”

He waited for his fingertip to warm up again before moving it in a spiral on the sensitive glans. Another drop of precum appeared, followed by another. He drew a wet trail down the shaft and gave the balls a soft, affectionate poke.

“Gypsy!” Impatience coated his lover’s voice.

Chuckling, he dug out another small scoop of ice cream. Then dabbed it on Maemi’s nipples. The smaller man jerked away. “Cold!” He protested.

“I’ll warm them up again,” Gypsy whispered.

He licked off the sweet cream and lapped at the reddened peaks.

The slow pace was killing Maemi. He groaned as his lover showed no signs of moving any faster or returning to pay more attention to his most needy part.

“Please! Gypsy…” He whined.

“Yes love?”

“… Not just my… top.” Gypsy gave his nipples a sudden twist and watched in amusement as Maemi shuddered, scraping up the effort to speak again. “Touch… Unh! Touch me… Ah!... Touch muh… me... below too.”

Abandoning the rather over-sensitized nipples, Gypsy slid down the mattress. Straddling Maemi’s legs, he leaned forward on his elbows.

“Where do you mean love?” His voice was coloured with suppressed laughter. “Here?”

He licked a stripe over Maemi’s prominent hipbone.

“Here?” Another over his navel. Pressing small kisses over his lover’s smooth white belly, he delved his tongue into the belly button twice in quick succession.

“Haaaa!”

Maemi’s cheeks were flushed and he was sweating under the scarf. “Nuh.. no, not… Not there!” Desperate to say it before Gypsy drove him speechless again, he gasped, “My cock! Touch my cock!”

He felt kisses down the left side of his groin and whimpered pathetically, so close… Then Gypsy’s hand closed around his penis and swiftly delivered three strokes up and down.

As Maemi sobbed in relief, Gypsy reached for the ice cream with his right hand and removed a large scoop. Taking away his left hand from his lover’s penis amidst loud protests, he got of the bed first.

“Spread your legs for me, Maemi.”

Frantic with lust, the man did as he was instructed, cock jerking as his legs pulled up and to the sides.

His hand growing numb, Gypsy got on the bed again, this time from the foot, right in front of his lover’s exposed privates. Smirking with mischief, he leaned forward to breathe over the pretty cock in front of him. Maemi thrust up in response.

“Uh uh. Be still.”

He smiled as he was obeyed instantly. Maemi’s breathing was heavy and he waited for his lover to stop teasing.

Expecting the heat of Gypsy’s mouth, he shrieked as a hand full of ice cream enveloped him. Despite the cold, he had been so cruelly deprived of sensation there that the sudden low temperature only aroused him further.

Sobbing incoherently, Maemi’s head tossed on the pillows as he was given a hand job with the coldest lubrication he’d ever felt.

Gypsy didn’t relent until the cream melted completely, his lover’s cock completely covered in it, and the liquid dripping in thin trickles down over the ball sac, and further down making it’s way to the rosy sphincter muscles of Maemi’s anus.

Lifting the lower half of Maemi’s body, he pressed him backwards, crawling forward to lean him against his body so his torso was half off the bed and his butt was high in the air in front of Gypsy’s leering face.

Placing his lover’s feet onto his shoulders to reduce discomfort, Gypsy stared at the fest in front of him hungrily.

“Maemi, take off the scarf.” He ordered, in a low voice.

Maemi removed the woolen scarf and swiped the sweat away from his eyes. Blinking as his vision slowly adapted to the light, he looked up for Gypsy’s face only to see him hovering over his cock about to give it a tongue bath.

As soon as he was certain Maemi was looking at him, Gypsy laved at the base of his cock. Enjoying the mewling noises coming from the Japanese’s pink open lips, he progressed steadily up. Finally the shaft was clean. Only the glans remained covered in a mix of cream, and the continuously dripping, slippery precum.

Positioning his mouth over the tip, he made eye contact with his love who was watching raptly, hypnotized. Then, he put it in his mouth and sucked hard.

“AAAAAHHHMMMM!!!” Helpless, body caged by strong arms restricting his movement, Maemi entangled his hands in the sheets, desperate to find an anchor amidst the waves of pleasure. His eyes screwed shut.

Humming loudly, Gypsy slid down a few more inches. Maemi’s cock was as slender as the rest of his body but it was quite long, about seven inches.

He continued down, finally reaching the base. He waggled his tongue under Maemi’s cock tracing throbbing veins. Still humming, he moved up again, never easing on the pressure all the while. He reached the top again and released the penis from his mouth with a naughty ‘pop’ sound.

He repeated it again then gave a last lick to the mushroom head; adjusting his grip on his lover’s thighs.

Then he focused his attentions on the drawn up sack.

Following the white lines drawn on it by the melted ice cream, he licked every bit of skin on the sac, then put the entire thing in his mouth, wagging his head to shift it around inside. First twirling his tongue over the testicles before he let the sac flop out past his lips. Then he started blew breath out past his mouth, making his lips flap rapidly. Lightly moving them around the sensitive balls, stimulating them with the vibrations.

“GYPSY!!!” Maemi screamed. He was crying now, convulsively gasping for breath.

“I love you, Maemi.” He said, before he once more engulfed the other man’s erection into his mouth, swallowing him up and humming as loud as he could. As he reached the base, his hand reached around the soft flesh of Maemi’s buttock to rub a finger against the pucker of his entrance.

It took only a moment more before Maemi climaxed, violently shaking as he did, shooting his semen down Gypsy’s eager throat. He was silent in ecstasy; his face squeezed shut as if in pain.

Knowing his beloved as well as he did, Gypsy put Maemi’s legs down first before lying by his side. Trembling, Maemi reached blindly for his lover, wrapped his arms tightly around him, panting as he recovered from his coming. Weakly, he buried his face in Gypsy’s chest.

Gypsy kissed him and wiped the tears from his face. Slowly, as he calmed, his vise like grip loosened. Gypsy reached for the remainder of the ice cream and the complementary spoon that came with it and spooned some into his boyfriend’s mouth.

Gypsy slowly fed the rest of the dessert to him and placed the empty cup on the table. Then he kissed him again, sweetly, savoring the residue vanilla taste mingled with the bitterness of Maemi’s essence.

“I’m hot.” Maemi said, softly.

Gypsy stood and turned the air-con on. Then he returned to stand by the side of the bed. He still wasn’t satisfied, and his cock remained erect as he looked at the pretty picture of his rather debauched boyfriend, laying on the sheets, cheeks flushed and hair damp from his exertions.

Maemi looked at his tumescence and blushed even more. “I… Sorry, I did it without you.”

Gypsy smiled gently, “Who says we’re done lover?” Crouching over Maemi, he cupped his face with his right hand. Leaning over, he kissed him and then ran his hand through the rather tangled up locks.

Gypsy leant over the side of the bed, there was a rustling of plastic and he swung back up again. Holding a jar of honey front of his lover, he grinned when Maemi’s eyes widened.

“What… else did you bring?” He said, hesitantly, more than a little apprehensive.

Gypsy laughed, “Enough to keep us busy for QUITE a while, darling.”

“We’re… going to have to get groceries again aren’t we?” Maemi said weakly.

THE END… (for now)