veiledndarkness | The Departed

Title: Tease (Or, the Science behind Ice Cream)

Author: veiledndarkness

Pairing: Sean Dignam/Billy Costigan

Summary: Why don't we just meet up, sweetheart? Let me buy you an ice cream.

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made, no harm intended.

Warning: More crack-ish fluff....

For

saffire_angel cause she threatened me with bunnies.

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"C'mon, y'gonna stare at the menu all day?" Sean sighed, brushing irritably at a bead of sweat as it trickled down his neck.

Billy read the handwritten chalk boards, his eyebrows knitted together with great concentration. "Hold your horses," he muttered. "I don't wanna pick the wrong one."

"Oh for the love of....Jesus, Billy, it ain't fuckin' rocket science, its ice cream!"

Billy rolled his eyes and pointed to one vat, the vendor scooping and plopping the ice cream onto the waiting cone. Sean paid for the cones, his own chocolate ice cream melting, rivulets of brown trickling down over his knuckles.

"It is a science," Billy continued once they were seated in the shade. "If I pick the wrong one, I lose out, right? S'waste to just throw it out and start over, I think."

Sean snorted. "It's just ice cream. What flavor is that anyway?"

Billy licked a stripe around the cone and grinned. "Cherry."

"Pfft," Sean muttered, his gaze following Billy's tongue, a heat creeping over his face.

Billy grabbed Sean's wrist, licking the drops of melted chocolate from his skin, a small muffled moan escaping Sean's mouth. Billy sat back and winked at him.

"Fuckin' tease..."

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