Fic for Mailechan <3
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maderrPrompt was ice cream. Or various uses of, I think ^^;; Might have failed that part.
Klause yawned as he padded into the kitchen, and it turned into a groan as he stretched.
"Lazy."
He blinked, yawning again, then smiled sleepily at Bastion. "Good morning, sexy."
Bastion snorted, unimpressed, and went back to eating his ice cream and reading the paper.
Klause blinked. Ice cream? He stared out the window. Hmm, lots of light. "What time is it?"
"Two," Bastion said. "Hence the calling you lazy."
"I was up late," Klause said with a leer as he opened the fridge and pulled out the milk. "Somebody kept me awake."
"Somebody didn't start it," Bastion retorted.
Chuckling, Klause poured a glass of milk and then moved to stand next to him at the wide island in the middle of the kitchen. "Somebody is just too sexy for his own good."
"Whatever," Bastion said, rolling his eyes, but he smiled faintly as he dipped his head to read the paper.
Summer break, one year of college gone. It had been a fight, but Bastion had ensured they could spend a couple weeks of it here before they were forced into the working world.
Klause waited until Bastion was immersed in his newspaper, then snatched up the bowl and spoon. "Mmm, chocolate peanut butter. Good choice."
"Not for breakfast or lunch," Bastion replied, snatching it back. "Go eat something else and stop stealing my ice cream."
Grinning, Klause leaned down and stole a kiss. Mm, Bastion and peanut butter and chocolate ice cream. "You should take it upstairs and eat it there."
"I like it here."
"But you get mad when I molest you in the kitchen."
"Then don't molest me in the kitchen," Bastion snapped.
Klause grinned and kissed him again, snatching the bowl of ice cream away as he broke it, sauntering back toward the door. "Come and fetch, pretty rich boy."
"I can just get more, you idiot peasant," Bastion replied, but Klause could see the smile was winning.
He caught his boyfriend up in the hallway, kissing him again.
"You just woke up. It's insanely hot, the AC is losing the battle, and I would like to enjoy my nice cold ice cream in peace."
"Psh," Klause scoffed. "Pools are for keeping cool. Ice cream is a sex toy."
Bastion rolled his eyes. "You're ridiculous."
"Yes, and I'm also getting my way." He turned and made for the stairs, almost laughing too hard to keep hold of the bowl as he reached the bedroom, hearing Bastion stomping after him.
Setting the bowl down on the dresser, he snatched Bastion close as he entered the room.
It earned him a pinch. "You just want an excuse to go back to bed, you lazy bum."
"No, I pretty much just want sex."
Rolling his eyes again, Bastion suddenly shoved hard, sending Klause sprawling on the bed. Then he snatched up his bowl, crossed to the bed, and promptly straddled Klause's chest, pinning his arms in the process.
"Fine. You can have sex. After I finish my ice cream." Then he proceeded to eat it in very small bites.
Klause yawned as he padded into the kitchen, and it turned into a groan as he stretched.
"Lazy."
He blinked, yawning again, then smiled sleepily at Bastion. "Good morning, sexy."
Bastion snorted, unimpressed, and went back to eating his ice cream and reading the paper.
Klause blinked. Ice cream? He stared out the window. Hmm, lots of light. "What time is it?"
"Two," Bastion said. "Hence the calling you lazy."
"I was up late," Klause said with a leer as he opened the fridge and pulled out the milk. "Somebody kept me awake."
"Somebody didn't start it," Bastion retorted.
Chuckling, Klause poured a glass of milk and then moved to stand next to him at the wide island in the middle of the kitchen. "Somebody is just too sexy for his own good."
"Whatever," Bastion said, rolling his eyes, but he smiled faintly as he dipped his head to read the paper.
Summer break, one year of college gone. It had been a fight, but Bastion had ensured they could spend a couple weeks of it here before they were forced into the working world.
Klause waited until Bastion was immersed in his newspaper, then snatched up the bowl and spoon. "Mmm, chocolate peanut butter. Good choice."
"Not for breakfast or lunch," Bastion replied, snatching it back. "Go eat something else and stop stealing my ice cream."
Grinning, Klause leaned down and stole a kiss. Mm, Bastion and peanut butter and chocolate ice cream. "You should take it upstairs and eat it there."
"I like it here."
"But you get mad when I molest you in the kitchen."
"Then don't molest me in the kitchen," Bastion snapped.
Klause grinned and kissed him again, snatching the bowl of ice cream away as he broke it, sauntering back toward the door. "Come and fetch, pretty rich boy."
"I can just get more, you idiot peasant," Bastion replied, but Klause could see the smile was winning.
He caught his boyfriend up in the hallway, kissing him again.
"You just woke up. It's insanely hot, the AC is losing the battle, and I would like to enjoy my nice cold ice cream in peace."
"Psh," Klause scoffed. "Pools are for keeping cool. Ice cream is a sex toy."
Bastion rolled his eyes. "You're ridiculous."
"Yes, and I'm also getting my way." He turned and made for the stairs, almost laughing too hard to keep hold of the bowl as he reached the bedroom, hearing Bastion stomping after him.
Setting the bowl down on the dresser, he snatched Bastion close as he entered the room.
It earned him a pinch. "You just want an excuse to go back to bed, you lazy bum."
"No, I pretty much just want sex."
Rolling his eyes again, Bastion suddenly shoved hard, sending Klause sprawling on the bed. Then he snatched up his bowl, crossed to the bed, and promptly straddled Klause's chest, pinning his arms in the process.
"Fine. You can have sex. After I finish my ice cream." Then he proceeded to eat it in very small bites.
