Vinilla by mcat

"Close your eyes."

The request was answered with a raised eyebrow and an unsure look.

"Close your eyes," Chris repeated, more insistently. "Trust me," he added, those two words getting the nude, longhaired man lying before him to comply.

Chris smiled as he still got a suspicious look from the sharpshooter, despite his eyes being closed. Then he got the small container out from under the bed.

"What are you up to?" Vin asked.

"Don't you worry, now," he replied, scooping some of the cold substance out with his fingers.

The blond man knelt on the bed next to his lover and let the melting glob drip down onto Vin's hot skin. The tracker shuddered at the sensation, sucking in his breath.

"Keep 'em closed," Chris warned, seeing Vin's eyelids flutter, and continued to let the cold drops drip.

"It's cold!" Vin cried, squirming as the white stuff began to cover his torso.

"Don't worry, it'll get hot soon enough," the gunslinger teased, directing the drops further down, in and around Vin's navel.

He scooped another couple of finger fulls of the stuff and smeared it on the insides of the younger man's thighs, causing him to reflexively spread them outward. Another scoop with his fingers. With his empty hand he picked up Vin's cock and held it up, stroking it, hardening it, making the tracker moan.

"You can open your eyes now, Vin."

Vin looked down at Chris just as he placed the last dollop of vanilla ice cream onto the tip of his cock. Just as he licked it like it was atop a cone. Just as he plunged his mouth over it, taking Vin deep inside.

"OH, GOD!" Vin cried out, his hips pushing himself deeper into the gunslinger's throat.

Chris licked and sucked him, slurping up all the ice cream that had coated the tracker's thick shaft. When he was through, he moved lower, licking up the ice cream that was on Vin's thighs. He looked at his lover, saw the lust those baby blues were exuding, knowing that he wanted more.

"Don't worry, there's more," he soothed, reaching down for another container from under the bed.

"Chocolate ice cream?" Vin asked playfully.

"Close," Chris replied. "Chocolate sauce," he said, drizzling the gooey liquid over the tracker's lean body.

Vin giggled as Chris made swirls of chocolate on him, making circles around his bellybutton and nipples, lines up and down his cock, zig-zags up and down his belly, mixing with the melting ice cream. He finished by pouring some into Vin's open mouth, dipping down to kiss him, tasting the sweetness and the chocolate, too.

"I thought you tasted good, before," Chris moaned, licking his way down Vin's throat, sucking the sweet sauce and ice cream off the delicate skin.

He continued down the chocolate and ice cream paths, stopping to suckle hardened nipples and scoop out the sweet treat in the bowl made by Vin's navel, all the while, eagerly eyeing the gooey covered organ below. Reaching it, he licked it lightly, tentatively, sending shivers through the tracker's body. He took the length in his mouth again, licking it up and down, spreading the chocolate around to cover it. He moved up to lay on Vin, smearing the remaining dessert between them, rubbing his own cock between Vin's thighs, coating it with the sweet mixture, as well. He continued to rub up and down the younger man's lean body, kissing and licking Vin's lips, neck and nipples. At the same time he was nudging the tracker's ass with the tip of his cock, his pre-cum mixing with the gooey confection, smoothing the way, yet at the same time making it sticky and rough. Vin moaned aloud as he spread his legs and reached down to pull Chris in.

The older man cried out as he was suddenly pulled in, completely surrounded by his lover. He plunged in further, burying himself to the hilt and leaned down to kiss the tracker writhing below him. He tasted as sweet as he looked.

Blue eyes met green and Vin smiled. Reaching up to get a taste of the chocolate himself, he began licking Chris's chest, swirling his own tongue around the gunslinger's taut nipples where the sauce had been smeared. He bit the skin gently, feeling the need to mark his lover, every thrust sending waves of heated lust through him. The chocolate made their bodies stick together - they felt and heard it when they pulled apart, that faint crackley sound. It only excited them more. Chris began thrusting harder and deeper and Vin let go of the gunslinger's ass to begin stroking himself. The sticky chocolate covering his erection made the action rough, but he didn't care - he just kept remembering the sight of Chris licking vanilla ice cream off his hard cock.

They cried out together as their climaxes came and Chris collapsed back down on top of Vin, the ice cream and chocolate sauce creating an edible glue, binding them together.

"Ya know," Vin began, catching his breath again. "I ain't never gonna be able to look at an ice cream cone the same way again."

"Good," Chris replied, giving Vin a last chocolate kiss before getting up and walking toward the wash basin.

Vin began laughing and eventually rolled off the bed as he saw the two chocolate handprints on Chris's ass.

THE END