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valarltdTitle: Froz
Author: Angel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Do I look at all like The Great Flanneled
One?
Notes: written in 25 minutes in honor of National Ice
Cream Cone Day, Sept 22
This was pure torment, Han decided. But he didn’t move from his observation post. The view was too good.
Luke had always loved froz. The frozen dairy concoction had been a rare luxury in his childhood, and difficult to come by during the war years. Now, the galaxy was at peace and there was no one rationing out the Last Jedi’s froz allotment.
He liked it best perched on a pastry cone: no dishes to clean up. He took a lick of the top scoop, savoring the dark richness of Corellian Chocamint. A drip of the purple Iceberry scoop started down the cone and he caught it.
A long swipe of his tongue around the middle scoop, Ewok Surprise, slowed him down. The choca coated legumenuts caught at his tongue and he pulled one out of the froz with his teeth and crunched it. The ripple of caramelized sugar drew him back to lap at it with his tonguetip.
Half hidden behind the door, Han groaned silently. He knew exactly what that felt like. But when Luke opened his mouth and covered all of the first ball of froz and half the second, it was all he could do to stay put and quiet.
Luke liked making patterns of ridges where his teeth scraped the froz. He knew it was childish, but it was fun. He only did it when he was alone, like now. But, he’d caught on another nut, and sucked it out of the froz. The Iceberry was starting to drip in earnest, so he bent his concentration to keeping clean and getting it eaten. He really should have put that scoop on top, since it always melted first.
Han watched him tip his head, and caught the flicker of pink tongue over the whole cone. He closed his eyes and imagined what it would feel like on him, all cold from the froz, slowly warming to his skin. Luke’s mouth encompassing him as it had taken in the chocamint. He was hard as the plasteen wall he was leaning against.
When Luke sprawled out on his back and bit the bottom off the cone like a kid, to suck the remnants of the froz out through it, Han could take no more. He strolled into the room and dropped into a chair next to the couch.
Luke saw the problem at once, made all the more obvious by Han’s spraddled legs. He kept his expression innocent as he poked his tongue through the last ring of pastry that was left and pulled it in to finish.
He rolled off the couch and turned to face Han.
“Wanna warm me up?” he asked, licking the last purple drop off the corner of his mouth.
Author: Angel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Do I look at all like The Great Flanneled
One?
Notes: written in 25 minutes in honor of National Ice
Cream Cone Day, Sept 22
This was pure torment, Han decided. But he didn’t move from his observation post. The view was too good.
Luke had always loved froz. The frozen dairy concoction had been a rare luxury in his childhood, and difficult to come by during the war years. Now, the galaxy was at peace and there was no one rationing out the Last Jedi’s froz allotment.
He liked it best perched on a pastry cone: no dishes to clean up. He took a lick of the top scoop, savoring the dark richness of Corellian Chocamint. A drip of the purple Iceberry scoop started down the cone and he caught it.
A long swipe of his tongue around the middle scoop, Ewok Surprise, slowed him down. The choca coated legumenuts caught at his tongue and he pulled one out of the froz with his teeth and crunched it. The ripple of caramelized sugar drew him back to lap at it with his tonguetip.
Half hidden behind the door, Han groaned silently. He knew exactly what that felt like. But when Luke opened his mouth and covered all of the first ball of froz and half the second, it was all he could do to stay put and quiet.
Luke liked making patterns of ridges where his teeth scraped the froz. He knew it was childish, but it was fun. He only did it when he was alone, like now. But, he’d caught on another nut, and sucked it out of the froz. The Iceberry was starting to drip in earnest, so he bent his concentration to keeping clean and getting it eaten. He really should have put that scoop on top, since it always melted first.
Han watched him tip his head, and caught the flicker of pink tongue over the whole cone. He closed his eyes and imagined what it would feel like on him, all cold from the froz, slowly warming to his skin. Luke’s mouth encompassing him as it had taken in the chocamint. He was hard as the plasteen wall he was leaning against.
When Luke sprawled out on his back and bit the bottom off the cone like a kid, to suck the remnants of the froz out through it, Han could take no more. He strolled into the room and dropped into a chair next to the couch.
Luke saw the problem at once, made all the more obvious by Han’s spraddled legs. He kept his expression innocent as he poked his tongue through the last ring of pastry that was left and pulled it in to finish.
He rolled off the couch and turned to face Han.
“Wanna warm me up?” he asked, licking the last purple drop off the corner of his mouth.
