"Glitter Glam Ice Cream"
Yes, more original crap for LJ. :P
Title: "Glitter Glam Ice Cream"
Series: Master Plan
Rating: PG for some slight innuendo?
Word Count: 1,228
Summary: ...there really isn't any plot to this. Scott likes his ice cream. And his Kyle.
To Read:
Hey! Listen!: Master Plan and it's characters are mine, plzkthxbai
It was seven minutes after midnight. The usual patrons of Stutter’s Bar had cleared out for the night, going home to recuperate so their batteries were recharged for whatever tomorrow night might bring. You could never know what exactly would go down at Stutter’s as one Scott Mitchell knew all too well.
Scott plopped down on a red cushioned stool and sat up to the bar. He watched as Mick, the bar’s owner, flipped the stools surrounding the bar up and onto the counter. Mick looked up, eyebrow quirked, when he felt the boy’s eyes on him.
“What?” He asked, sloshing the mop head around in the water bucket.
Scott gave him a knowing smile, brown, liner lined eyes sparkling excitedly. “You have it, don’t you?”
Mick scoffed at him as he began mopping the glitter stained floor. “Don’t you have anything better to do tonight?”
Scott shook his head. His fingers drummed on the wood of the bar. “The only thing on my mind tonight is a big bowl of Glitter Glam ice cream.” He licked his lips, imagining the swirled raspberry, blackberry and rainbow sprinkled delight. Mick only had it twice a year, so when it was there, Scott made damn sure he got at least a third of the small tub of it. He had no idea where Mick got it - he’d never seen it anywhere else. But that just made him crave it even more.
Mick laughed genuinely this time, dropping his mop in the bucket. “I dunno how you do it. How do you know when I have that stuff? Can you smell it or something?”
“Oh yeah,” Scott grinned, “From a mile away.”
Mick shook his head in amusement. “You’re something else, kid.” He slid behind the bar and dug around in the shelves beneath. After a moment of clatter, he pushed a medium sized bowl into Scott’s gloved hands. “One large bowl of Glitter Glam ice cream for one glamorous guy.” He winked at the dark haired boy in front of him.
“That I am.” Scott hummed, stretching out his legs and resting his plaid Converse on the edge of the bar.
The entrance door then creaked open and a head of fluffy blonde hair poked in. “You forgot the doors again, Mick.”
“Kyle!” Scott shouted, legs dropping back to the ground. He hopped off the stool and rushed over to his friend. “Where’ve you been?”
“I was doing my homework,” Kyle stated, closing the door behind him. “Not everyone is as carefree as you are.”
“Slammed again?” Scott asked. He placed his hand on Kyle’s lower back and guided him in the direction of the bar.
Kyle groaned. “Yes! Mr. Pine assigned us a three page paper on the foundation of New Orleans. I didn’t mind doing it, but it still would’ve been nice to have more than one night to write it.” He climbed up onto the stool beside Scott. “It’s also a pain because I had English and Chemistry and Algebra…” Kyle’s head hit the counter with a soft thud. “But I finished it all nonetheless.”
“Wow.” Scott murmured, resting his chin on his palm. “The last time I actually did that much homework...” He tapped his lower lip with his black tipped finger thoughtfully. “Well, frankly, I don’t remember. I mean, how do you do that? I’d be damned if I wasted my entire day staring at papers and books.”
“Well,” Kyle began, legs kicking, his feet inches off the ground. “I could ask the same of you. How do you manage to skate by doing absolutely nothing?”
“Hey, hey!” Scott cried defensively. “I do too do things. I get A’s and B’s on exams.”
“But how?! You sleep and draw fashion designs during class!”
“Yeah, and I stare at your ass too. It doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention though.” A wave of smugness flitted across Scott’s face as he watched Kyle’s freckles disappear in his intensifying blush.
“…what’s that bowl for?” The blonde quickly shifted topic.
Scott glanced down into his empty bowl, frowning. “Hey, Mick, how’s that ice cream coming?”
“You’d think this kid would be a bit more grateful after all I’ve done for him.” Mick grumbled from beneath the counter. Just as Kyle began to lean over the bar, Mick popped up with a tub of ice cream. “But nope. Demanding, demanding, demanding.”
Kyle giggled at Mick’s teasing and Scott couldn’t help but crack a smile.
Mick started scooping ice cream into Scott’s bowl. After three scoops, he paused. Scott looked up expectantly, mouth watering. With a shake of his head, Mick dropped a couple more scoops into the bowl and stopped again.
“Keep it coming.” Scott motioned with his hand for the bar tender to continue.
Scott’s bowl received another scoop before Mick sealed the tub. “That’s plenty. I’m cutting you off.” Scott opened his mouth in protest. “Ah - no. You complain and you won’t get any at all.”
“What exactly is that?” Kyle asked, peering cautiously into the bowl as if its contents were capable of jumping out and attacking his face.
“Glitter Glam ice cream.” Scott hummed. His finger began to dive for the treat before Mick thrust a spoon into his gloved hand.
He dug into the delight and was about to shovel it down when he noticed the curious look gracing Kyle’s features.
“Wanna try some?” He asked, practically shoving the spoonful in Kyle’s mouth.
Kyle leaned back in order to mutter, “Uh, sure…” Hesitantly, the blonde enveloped the blob of ice cream with his mouth. He sat with a blank expression as he let it melt on his tongue. His features contorted slightly before he swiveled in his seat toward Mick. “You wouldn’t happen to have any chocolate ice cream back there, would you?”
Scott’s jaw dropped in offense. “You’d rather chocolate over this?”
Kyle merely nodded, spoonful of his own bowl already between his lips.
“Boring old chocolate over this…this masterpiece?” He continued incredulously.
“Scottie, it’s ice cream, not Da Vinci.” Mick chuckled, stealing a taste of Scott’s ice cream.
Scott ignored the older male, keeping his attention on the younger one. “Did it taste bad?”
“No,” Kyle took another lick from his spoon. “It was alright, I guess… Chocolate’s my favorite, though. You know that.”
“Well, yeah! But it’s boring!” Scott insisted.
The blonde boy slipped off the stool. “Thanks for the ice cream, Mick.”
“And where are you going?” The dark haired boy inquired.
“Upstairs.” Kyle said simply.
“Who said you could go to my apartment?”
Kyle stopped to elicit a sigh, “You mean, you don’t want a sleepover?” He looked over his shoulder, giving Scott a clear view of his pouting lip.
And then the corners of Scott’s lips twitched upwards into a grin. He hopped off his stool and tossed Kyle the keys as he flounced towards the door.
“I call the bed!” Kyle cried as he raced up the stairs. “It’s the couch for you, sucker!”
“Hey! That is totally not fair! You always call dibs!” Scott shouted, speeding after him. “Why don’t we just share the bed?”
Mick heard a distinct slap and the yelps of Scott that followed. He shook his head, looking at the half-eaten bowl of Glitter Glam ice cream abandoned on the counter. “Guess ice cream wasn’t the only thing on his mind after all.”
Title: "Glitter Glam Ice Cream"
Series: Master Plan
Rating: PG for some slight innuendo?
Word Count: 1,228
Summary: ...there really isn't any plot to this. Scott likes his ice cream. And his Kyle.
To Read:
Hey! Listen!: Master Plan and it's characters are mine, plzkthxbai
It was seven minutes after midnight. The usual patrons of Stutter’s Bar had cleared out for the night, going home to recuperate so their batteries were recharged for whatever tomorrow night might bring. You could never know what exactly would go down at Stutter’s as one Scott Mitchell knew all too well.
Scott plopped down on a red cushioned stool and sat up to the bar. He watched as Mick, the bar’s owner, flipped the stools surrounding the bar up and onto the counter. Mick looked up, eyebrow quirked, when he felt the boy’s eyes on him.
“What?” He asked, sloshing the mop head around in the water bucket.
Scott gave him a knowing smile, brown, liner lined eyes sparkling excitedly. “You have it, don’t you?”
Mick scoffed at him as he began mopping the glitter stained floor. “Don’t you have anything better to do tonight?”
Scott shook his head. His fingers drummed on the wood of the bar. “The only thing on my mind tonight is a big bowl of Glitter Glam ice cream.” He licked his lips, imagining the swirled raspberry, blackberry and rainbow sprinkled delight. Mick only had it twice a year, so when it was there, Scott made damn sure he got at least a third of the small tub of it. He had no idea where Mick got it - he’d never seen it anywhere else. But that just made him crave it even more.
Mick laughed genuinely this time, dropping his mop in the bucket. “I dunno how you do it. How do you know when I have that stuff? Can you smell it or something?”
“Oh yeah,” Scott grinned, “From a mile away.”
Mick shook his head in amusement. “You’re something else, kid.” He slid behind the bar and dug around in the shelves beneath. After a moment of clatter, he pushed a medium sized bowl into Scott’s gloved hands. “One large bowl of Glitter Glam ice cream for one glamorous guy.” He winked at the dark haired boy in front of him.
“That I am.” Scott hummed, stretching out his legs and resting his plaid Converse on the edge of the bar.
The entrance door then creaked open and a head of fluffy blonde hair poked in. “You forgot the doors again, Mick.”
“Kyle!” Scott shouted, legs dropping back to the ground. He hopped off the stool and rushed over to his friend. “Where’ve you been?”
“I was doing my homework,” Kyle stated, closing the door behind him. “Not everyone is as carefree as you are.”
“Slammed again?” Scott asked. He placed his hand on Kyle’s lower back and guided him in the direction of the bar.
Kyle groaned. “Yes! Mr. Pine assigned us a three page paper on the foundation of New Orleans. I didn’t mind doing it, but it still would’ve been nice to have more than one night to write it.” He climbed up onto the stool beside Scott. “It’s also a pain because I had English and Chemistry and Algebra…” Kyle’s head hit the counter with a soft thud. “But I finished it all nonetheless.”
“Wow.” Scott murmured, resting his chin on his palm. “The last time I actually did that much homework...” He tapped his lower lip with his black tipped finger thoughtfully. “Well, frankly, I don’t remember. I mean, how do you do that? I’d be damned if I wasted my entire day staring at papers and books.”
“Well,” Kyle began, legs kicking, his feet inches off the ground. “I could ask the same of you. How do you manage to skate by doing absolutely nothing?”
“Hey, hey!” Scott cried defensively. “I do too do things. I get A’s and B’s on exams.”
“But how?! You sleep and draw fashion designs during class!”
“Yeah, and I stare at your ass too. It doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention though.” A wave of smugness flitted across Scott’s face as he watched Kyle’s freckles disappear in his intensifying blush.
“…what’s that bowl for?” The blonde quickly shifted topic.
Scott glanced down into his empty bowl, frowning. “Hey, Mick, how’s that ice cream coming?”
“You’d think this kid would be a bit more grateful after all I’ve done for him.” Mick grumbled from beneath the counter. Just as Kyle began to lean over the bar, Mick popped up with a tub of ice cream. “But nope. Demanding, demanding, demanding.”
Kyle giggled at Mick’s teasing and Scott couldn’t help but crack a smile.
Mick started scooping ice cream into Scott’s bowl. After three scoops, he paused. Scott looked up expectantly, mouth watering. With a shake of his head, Mick dropped a couple more scoops into the bowl and stopped again.
“Keep it coming.” Scott motioned with his hand for the bar tender to continue.
Scott’s bowl received another scoop before Mick sealed the tub. “That’s plenty. I’m cutting you off.” Scott opened his mouth in protest. “Ah - no. You complain and you won’t get any at all.”
“What exactly is that?” Kyle asked, peering cautiously into the bowl as if its contents were capable of jumping out and attacking his face.
“Glitter Glam ice cream.” Scott hummed. His finger began to dive for the treat before Mick thrust a spoon into his gloved hand.
He dug into the delight and was about to shovel it down when he noticed the curious look gracing Kyle’s features.
“Wanna try some?” He asked, practically shoving the spoonful in Kyle’s mouth.
Kyle leaned back in order to mutter, “Uh, sure…” Hesitantly, the blonde enveloped the blob of ice cream with his mouth. He sat with a blank expression as he let it melt on his tongue. His features contorted slightly before he swiveled in his seat toward Mick. “You wouldn’t happen to have any chocolate ice cream back there, would you?”
Scott’s jaw dropped in offense. “You’d rather chocolate over this?”
Kyle merely nodded, spoonful of his own bowl already between his lips.
“Boring old chocolate over this…this masterpiece?” He continued incredulously.
“Scottie, it’s ice cream, not Da Vinci.” Mick chuckled, stealing a taste of Scott’s ice cream.
Scott ignored the older male, keeping his attention on the younger one. “Did it taste bad?”
“No,” Kyle took another lick from his spoon. “It was alright, I guess… Chocolate’s my favorite, though. You know that.”
“Well, yeah! But it’s boring!” Scott insisted.
The blonde boy slipped off the stool. “Thanks for the ice cream, Mick.”
“And where are you going?” The dark haired boy inquired.
“Upstairs.” Kyle said simply.
“Who said you could go to my apartment?”
Kyle stopped to elicit a sigh, “You mean, you don’t want a sleepover?” He looked over his shoulder, giving Scott a clear view of his pouting lip.
And then the corners of Scott’s lips twitched upwards into a grin. He hopped off his stool and tossed Kyle the keys as he flounced towards the door.
“I call the bed!” Kyle cried as he raced up the stairs. “It’s the couch for you, sucker!”
“Hey! That is totally not fair! You always call dibs!” Scott shouted, speeding after him. “Why don’t we just share the bed?”
Mick heard a distinct slap and the yelps of Scott that followed. He shook his head, looking at the half-eaten bowl of Glitter Glam ice cream abandoned on the counter. “Guess ice cream wasn’t the only thing on his mind after all.”