Ice Cream Kisses
Title: Ice Cream Kisses
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Dan Nickleski/Evan Kirkendall
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “I’m popping your Coldstone cherry."
Disclaimer: do not own the characters cut belongs to the academy is...
A/N: So I was on a five day sailing trip with no internet and I wrote a lot and got two oneshots done the other which I'll post tomorrow or something Gabe just wanted this as an early birthday present so yeah this is for Gabe!!! Bases off of their tweets at each other about dates at coldstone and stuff I'd link you guys but I'm lazy so
oh and if anyone cares my journal got a new layout and a banner and it's pretty idk yeah~~
tumblr is here, br0.
“I’m taking Evan to Coldstone and then we’re going straight back to the hotel afterwards,” to Matt, Evan’s hand clasped firmly in his. “So you guys can go to the bar or whatever it was that you wanted to.” Evan hooks his chin over his shoulder, smiling inanely at Matt. The tour manager looks down at his clip board, scribbles something in the corner and then nods.
“Yeah, sure. Just remember, load-ins at eleven and if someone has to come in and get you and finds you guys in compromising positions the mocking is your fault and your fault alone and it abosolutely will not be my problem to deal with.” He crosses something else out on the clipboard, and then gives them a measured look. “I’m serious, if I get dragged into another mess where people won’t stop mocking someone else about whatever position they found people in I will throw myself in front of the bus.” He spots Alex trying to hide behind his guitar rack and then raises his voice. “Yes Alex I’m talking about you and Jack!”
The singer waves at them sheepishly, and Dan takes that as his opportunity to tug on Evan’s hand and pull him away from Matt. “Load in tomorrow at eleven!” he yells after them and Dan just throws his free hand in the air, waving at Matt to show that he’s listening and has understood everything about load in and not being responsible for positions or something. Whatever. Evan laughs into his shoulder as they leave the hotel lobby. He’s glad that right now they’ve got the day off and that they don’t have to sneak past groups of girls camping outside of the venue.
Most of the ‘hardcore’ girls already think that they’ve got a thing, but he doesn’t think that many of them actually take their tweets seriously. Ninety nine percent of the tweets actually are the truth (like the ColdStone date with @SoundWorksDan from earlier. That one’s true.) But either way, he’s glad that they don’t have to pretend that they want to hold hands while they walk out because they’re not sure how the fans would handle finding out about them - and also, inevitably the other pseudo-incestuous relationships that go on in the B&C.
“I’m paying,” Dan says in a voice that leaves no room for arguing. Evan hides a smile and says, “If you say so.” How chivalrous of him.
A bell dings as they walk into the building and a girl at the counter smiles at them briefly before going back to mixing some white ice cream with two silver spatula type things. Evan looks at all of the sweet things in the jars in front of the counter: chocolate chips and marshmallows and graham crackers and gummy bears and some things that look like licorice drops but could easily be something else. “How do you -“ he starts, and Dan turns to him with a surprised look.
“You’ve never been here before?” he asks incredulously, grinning gleefully at the shake of his head. “I’m popping your Coldstone cherry,” he laughs, and Evan swats his arm, arching an eyebrow. “Okay, basically you can pick one of the ice cream things that they’ve got a set recipe for, or you can mix and match your own stuff.” Dan points at the board behind the girl which shows about a billion and one choices.
It takes about ten minutes for Evan to choose, first going for the Cookie Doughn’t You Want Some and then wanting Peanut Butter Cup Perfection and finally, at Dan’s over exaggerated sigh and eyeroll choosing Chocolate Devotion. Dan chooses Strawberry Banana Rendezvous. The girl working behind the counter hands them the ice cream and he swipes his card in the machine, punching in the four digit number and taking the receipt when she hands it to him. “C’mon,” he says, turning around to see Evan with this blissed expression kind of like the one that he gets when Dan goes down on him. “Good?” he laughs. Evan nods.
“I’m never eating ice cream from anywhere else again,” he says solemnly, scooping some more off of the top and savoring the taste in his mouth. It’s kind of like food sex. But better. Dan laughs, and they sit down on the curb outside of the ice cream store, pavement hot from the sun. Evan leans over and kisses him, and Dan kisses him back, noticing the way his mouth tastes cool and like chocolate. He pulls back and smiles, heated and lazy and they move to stand up at the same time. Their fingers would curl together but their hands are otherwise occupied, one holding the cup of ice cream and the other holding the plastic spoon used to eat said ice cream. Instead, they walk side by side, shoulders bumping together as they eat and compare notes on how awesome the ice cream is.
They sit down on a park bench, somewhere half way between Coldstone and the hotel that they’ve been booked at. Evan convinces Dan to swap with him, and halfway through he gets to eat the rest of Dan’s, strawberry flavored ice cream clinging to his lips and smile. They stack the cups together and put both of the spoons into the one on top, putting it down on the bench on the other side of Dan. Their hands link together without consciously doing it, and they watch the kids running and playing tag football on the grass. Dan curves his fingers around Evan’s jaw and turns his face so he’s facing him, leaning in and kissing him carefully like he had the first time they’d kissed like this, carefully like he might break or run or shatter.
The younger man pulls back a little, gives his boyfriend a considering look and then says in a sure voice, “I’m going to marry you one day Dan Nickleski.” His mouth is set firmly and he knows it’s the truth, knows it like he knows that the sun will rise in the morning and the grass is green and the sky is blue. He knows it like he knows that strawberry is Dan’s favorite flavor of ice cream and that they’re going to adopt at least two kids. It’s a set in stone fact and it isn’t going to change.
Dan smiles and nods. “I know,” he says. “One day.” They wait until the sky turns pink and then orange and yellow and red and the sun sets with a burst of color, and then they stand and drop the stack of ice cream cups into the garbage can and walk back to the hotel, not really seeing anyone except for each other. He unlocks their room with a swipe of the keycard, and Evan walks into the room backwards, playful smile on his lips as he watches his boyfriend.
“C’mere,” he laughs, arms outstretched, fingers curling into his shirt the second he’s close enough so he can pull him forwards and steal a couple kisses. Dan wraps his fingers around his wrists, thumb and middle finger overlapping in the middle. He smiles against his lips and Evan smiles back, walking towards the bed in the center of the room still holding tight to the fabric of his shirt. Dan moves his hands down to fumble at his belt, and Evan uses his freedom to pull at the shirt that’s hiding his skin from him. He gets the belt undone and off at the same time as Evan pulls back to pull the shirt over his head and they both take a step back to work the other articles of clothing off, pants and shirts and shoes and socks.
They’re done stripping in the same amount of time, lips connecting again as they fall onto the bed, Dan on his back and Evan on top of him. His hands skim his chest, up to his shoulders and then chasing down strings of muscle in his arms to touch his wrists and back up again. He sighs into the kiss, going lax about him and Dan takes that as his chance to roll them over, now on top of Evan and in between his legs. One of his hands snakes in between them, down to tease and circle at his entrance. Evan whines, almost high in pitch, and then Dan pulls back, moves off of the bed to kneel by the cases they dropped at the foot of the bed when they checked in earlier. He scoots up the bed and spreads his legs, and when Dan comes back to him he’s jerking himself slowly, eyes closed and head tipped back. The sound of a cap popping and the bed dipping makes him open his eyes, and he sits up and pulls Dan back to him by the hair, kissing him slow and deep.
He expects the press of his fingers, deep inside to touch and rub and stretch. They keep kissing while Dan finger fucks him slowly, although now it’s more of Dan kissing Evan then Evan kissing Dan. He rocks down into the stretchburn of three fingers, until he’s panting shallowly and asking him to stop, please, too soon, too soon. Evan blinks slowly, reaching over for the condom that Dan put next to his hip. The foil crinkles as he rips it; Dan’s eyes close and he moans softly as Evan rolls it over his cock.
Muscles rippling under his skin as he moves, Dan shifts onto his knees, moves Evan’s legs easily until they’re wrapped around his lower back. He holds his hips, thumbs pressing into the bones as he pushes in, stopping once his hips press against the back of his thighs. Evan trembles for a second, breath caught in his chest. It comes out in a rush, a shaky exhale that Dan leans into because it smells faintly like chocolate and ice cream cones. “Yeah?” he breathes, leaning down so his lips brush against his collar bone and then up, against his neck and jaw and cheek.
Evan nods, one hand touching at Dan’s hair, cradling the back of his skull. His thrusts are slow and small, short pulses of his hips until Evan turns his face so his lips are pressed to the cartilage of his ear, lets out on an exhale of breath that he doesn’t feel like he has, harder. He re-angles his hips, presses in harder and faster and deeper until Evan yelps and arches against him, pressed chest-to-chest and he grins breathlessly in his neck, making sure to keep hitting the spot that has his boyfriend making those beautiful beautiful sounds. “Please,” Evan gasps, one hand still curved around the back of his head. The other clutches at his shoulder, eyes half lidded and neck bared as he presses his head back into the pillows. Dan reaches in between their bodies, skin slick with sweat, and wraps one hand around his cock, the jerk of their bodies pushing him into the ring of his hand. He comes with a startled moan, and Dan pulls back just enough to see his jaw go slack and lips pull into a silent O. Evan shudders around him, muscles tightening involuntarily.
“Fuck,” Dan mutters, dipping his head down to mouth at the saltysweaty skin of his neck. “Fuck,” he says again, and Evan pants shallowly, pulls his face up to his kisses him until he’s dizzy and coming into the condom. His arms give out after a few moments and he keeps his head where it is, tucked into the place where his neck meets his shoulders, lips moving slowly against the skin. He moves a little, and Evan makes a soft noise in discomfort, overly sensitive and too much too soon. He pulls out, and Evan bites back a whine at the feeling, too much and yet not enough because he feels empty now. Dan ties off the condom, gets off of the bed and drops it into the trashcan, kneeling by the cases again but to get some boxers instead. He tosses a pair up in the general direction of Evan, puts his own on where he is and then grabs the covers that were kicked to the floor, pulling them up and onto the bed.
“I meant it, earlier,” Evan says when they’re both under the crisp white sheets. Dan makes a questioning noise, because Evan could have meant a lot of things earlier and he isn’t sure which one he’s referring to. “About marrying you,” he clarifies. “One day I’m going to marry you, Dan Nickelski.”
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Dan Nickleski/Evan Kirkendall
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “I’m popping your Coldstone cherry."
Disclaimer: do not own the characters cut belongs to the academy is...
A/N: So I was on a five day sailing trip with no internet and I wrote a lot and got two oneshots done the other which I'll post tomorrow or something Gabe just wanted this as an early birthday present so yeah this is for Gabe!!! Bases off of their tweets at each other about dates at coldstone and stuff I'd link you guys but I'm lazy so
oh and if anyone cares my journal got a new layout and a banner and it's pretty idk yeah~~
tumblr is here, br0.
“I’m taking Evan to Coldstone and then we’re going straight back to the hotel afterwards,” to Matt, Evan’s hand clasped firmly in his. “So you guys can go to the bar or whatever it was that you wanted to.” Evan hooks his chin over his shoulder, smiling inanely at Matt. The tour manager looks down at his clip board, scribbles something in the corner and then nods.
“Yeah, sure. Just remember, load-ins at eleven and if someone has to come in and get you and finds you guys in compromising positions the mocking is your fault and your fault alone and it abosolutely will not be my problem to deal with.” He crosses something else out on the clipboard, and then gives them a measured look. “I’m serious, if I get dragged into another mess where people won’t stop mocking someone else about whatever position they found people in I will throw myself in front of the bus.” He spots Alex trying to hide behind his guitar rack and then raises his voice. “Yes Alex I’m talking about you and Jack!”
The singer waves at them sheepishly, and Dan takes that as his opportunity to tug on Evan’s hand and pull him away from Matt. “Load in tomorrow at eleven!” he yells after them and Dan just throws his free hand in the air, waving at Matt to show that he’s listening and has understood everything about load in and not being responsible for positions or something. Whatever. Evan laughs into his shoulder as they leave the hotel lobby. He’s glad that right now they’ve got the day off and that they don’t have to sneak past groups of girls camping outside of the venue.
Most of the ‘hardcore’ girls already think that they’ve got a thing, but he doesn’t think that many of them actually take their tweets seriously. Ninety nine percent of the tweets actually are the truth (like the ColdStone date with @SoundWorksDan from earlier. That one’s true.) But either way, he’s glad that they don’t have to pretend that they want to hold hands while they walk out because they’re not sure how the fans would handle finding out about them - and also, inevitably the other pseudo-incestuous relationships that go on in the B&C.
“I’m paying,” Dan says in a voice that leaves no room for arguing. Evan hides a smile and says, “If you say so.” How chivalrous of him.
A bell dings as they walk into the building and a girl at the counter smiles at them briefly before going back to mixing some white ice cream with two silver spatula type things. Evan looks at all of the sweet things in the jars in front of the counter: chocolate chips and marshmallows and graham crackers and gummy bears and some things that look like licorice drops but could easily be something else. “How do you -“ he starts, and Dan turns to him with a surprised look.
“You’ve never been here before?” he asks incredulously, grinning gleefully at the shake of his head. “I’m popping your Coldstone cherry,” he laughs, and Evan swats his arm, arching an eyebrow. “Okay, basically you can pick one of the ice cream things that they’ve got a set recipe for, or you can mix and match your own stuff.” Dan points at the board behind the girl which shows about a billion and one choices.
It takes about ten minutes for Evan to choose, first going for the Cookie Doughn’t You Want Some and then wanting Peanut Butter Cup Perfection and finally, at Dan’s over exaggerated sigh and eyeroll choosing Chocolate Devotion. Dan chooses Strawberry Banana Rendezvous. The girl working behind the counter hands them the ice cream and he swipes his card in the machine, punching in the four digit number and taking the receipt when she hands it to him. “C’mon,” he says, turning around to see Evan with this blissed expression kind of like the one that he gets when Dan goes down on him. “Good?” he laughs. Evan nods.
“I’m never eating ice cream from anywhere else again,” he says solemnly, scooping some more off of the top and savoring the taste in his mouth. It’s kind of like food sex. But better. Dan laughs, and they sit down on the curb outside of the ice cream store, pavement hot from the sun. Evan leans over and kisses him, and Dan kisses him back, noticing the way his mouth tastes cool and like chocolate. He pulls back and smiles, heated and lazy and they move to stand up at the same time. Their fingers would curl together but their hands are otherwise occupied, one holding the cup of ice cream and the other holding the plastic spoon used to eat said ice cream. Instead, they walk side by side, shoulders bumping together as they eat and compare notes on how awesome the ice cream is.
They sit down on a park bench, somewhere half way between Coldstone and the hotel that they’ve been booked at. Evan convinces Dan to swap with him, and halfway through he gets to eat the rest of Dan’s, strawberry flavored ice cream clinging to his lips and smile. They stack the cups together and put both of the spoons into the one on top, putting it down on the bench on the other side of Dan. Their hands link together without consciously doing it, and they watch the kids running and playing tag football on the grass. Dan curves his fingers around Evan’s jaw and turns his face so he’s facing him, leaning in and kissing him carefully like he had the first time they’d kissed like this, carefully like he might break or run or shatter.
The younger man pulls back a little, gives his boyfriend a considering look and then says in a sure voice, “I’m going to marry you one day Dan Nickleski.” His mouth is set firmly and he knows it’s the truth, knows it like he knows that the sun will rise in the morning and the grass is green and the sky is blue. He knows it like he knows that strawberry is Dan’s favorite flavor of ice cream and that they’re going to adopt at least two kids. It’s a set in stone fact and it isn’t going to change.
Dan smiles and nods. “I know,” he says. “One day.” They wait until the sky turns pink and then orange and yellow and red and the sun sets with a burst of color, and then they stand and drop the stack of ice cream cups into the garbage can and walk back to the hotel, not really seeing anyone except for each other. He unlocks their room with a swipe of the keycard, and Evan walks into the room backwards, playful smile on his lips as he watches his boyfriend.
“C’mere,” he laughs, arms outstretched, fingers curling into his shirt the second he’s close enough so he can pull him forwards and steal a couple kisses. Dan wraps his fingers around his wrists, thumb and middle finger overlapping in the middle. He smiles against his lips and Evan smiles back, walking towards the bed in the center of the room still holding tight to the fabric of his shirt. Dan moves his hands down to fumble at his belt, and Evan uses his freedom to pull at the shirt that’s hiding his skin from him. He gets the belt undone and off at the same time as Evan pulls back to pull the shirt over his head and they both take a step back to work the other articles of clothing off, pants and shirts and shoes and socks.
They’re done stripping in the same amount of time, lips connecting again as they fall onto the bed, Dan on his back and Evan on top of him. His hands skim his chest, up to his shoulders and then chasing down strings of muscle in his arms to touch his wrists and back up again. He sighs into the kiss, going lax about him and Dan takes that as his chance to roll them over, now on top of Evan and in between his legs. One of his hands snakes in between them, down to tease and circle at his entrance. Evan whines, almost high in pitch, and then Dan pulls back, moves off of the bed to kneel by the cases they dropped at the foot of the bed when they checked in earlier. He scoots up the bed and spreads his legs, and when Dan comes back to him he’s jerking himself slowly, eyes closed and head tipped back. The sound of a cap popping and the bed dipping makes him open his eyes, and he sits up and pulls Dan back to him by the hair, kissing him slow and deep.
He expects the press of his fingers, deep inside to touch and rub and stretch. They keep kissing while Dan finger fucks him slowly, although now it’s more of Dan kissing Evan then Evan kissing Dan. He rocks down into the stretchburn of three fingers, until he’s panting shallowly and asking him to stop, please, too soon, too soon. Evan blinks slowly, reaching over for the condom that Dan put next to his hip. The foil crinkles as he rips it; Dan’s eyes close and he moans softly as Evan rolls it over his cock.
Muscles rippling under his skin as he moves, Dan shifts onto his knees, moves Evan’s legs easily until they’re wrapped around his lower back. He holds his hips, thumbs pressing into the bones as he pushes in, stopping once his hips press against the back of his thighs. Evan trembles for a second, breath caught in his chest. It comes out in a rush, a shaky exhale that Dan leans into because it smells faintly like chocolate and ice cream cones. “Yeah?” he breathes, leaning down so his lips brush against his collar bone and then up, against his neck and jaw and cheek.
Evan nods, one hand touching at Dan’s hair, cradling the back of his skull. His thrusts are slow and small, short pulses of his hips until Evan turns his face so his lips are pressed to the cartilage of his ear, lets out on an exhale of breath that he doesn’t feel like he has, harder. He re-angles his hips, presses in harder and faster and deeper until Evan yelps and arches against him, pressed chest-to-chest and he grins breathlessly in his neck, making sure to keep hitting the spot that has his boyfriend making those beautiful beautiful sounds. “Please,” Evan gasps, one hand still curved around the back of his head. The other clutches at his shoulder, eyes half lidded and neck bared as he presses his head back into the pillows. Dan reaches in between their bodies, skin slick with sweat, and wraps one hand around his cock, the jerk of their bodies pushing him into the ring of his hand. He comes with a startled moan, and Dan pulls back just enough to see his jaw go slack and lips pull into a silent O. Evan shudders around him, muscles tightening involuntarily.
“Fuck,” Dan mutters, dipping his head down to mouth at the saltysweaty skin of his neck. “Fuck,” he says again, and Evan pants shallowly, pulls his face up to his kisses him until he’s dizzy and coming into the condom. His arms give out after a few moments and he keeps his head where it is, tucked into the place where his neck meets his shoulders, lips moving slowly against the skin. He moves a little, and Evan makes a soft noise in discomfort, overly sensitive and too much too soon. He pulls out, and Evan bites back a whine at the feeling, too much and yet not enough because he feels empty now. Dan ties off the condom, gets off of the bed and drops it into the trashcan, kneeling by the cases again but to get some boxers instead. He tosses a pair up in the general direction of Evan, puts his own on where he is and then grabs the covers that were kicked to the floor, pulling them up and onto the bed.
“I meant it, earlier,” Evan says when they’re both under the crisp white sheets. Dan makes a questioning noise, because Evan could have meant a lot of things earlier and he isn’t sure which one he’s referring to. “About marrying you,” he clarifies. “One day I’m going to marry you, Dan Nickelski.”