AH!!!!!!! I am so late! I've got like, 15 minutes to get ready for work but I started re-writing this this morning and it was working so I had to finish it but now I've got to GOOOOOOO!



This isn't beta'd or even proof-read, I gotta go!!!

EDIT: Okay, back from work so I can say - This was a challenge (sortof) to use 'winter' (or was it snow? *can't remember*) 'Ice-cream' and 'park'. Sorry, mimei there are no aliens, I decided I didn't need them just yet after all. Enjoy!




Luna Sea in New York, by Page. Drabble




Lick. Lick lick liiiiiick.

“...Guh,”

“Mmmmmm, J, this is so deliciously... *lick* yummyly *lick* perfect!”

“Guh.”

“Huh, J? You okay?” Inoran looked up, a soft, confused smile gracing his features.

“Wuh? Oh, um, yeah ah, Ino, you have ice-cream on your nose.”

In fact, Inoran had ice-cream in all sorts of interesting places, which was causing a very, very disturbing reaction in the bassist.

“Oh! Um,” Inoran blushed and reached up to wipe his nose with the back of his hand, licking the remainder off his hand in a long, slow swipe of his tongue, “Is that better?”

Fuck. “Yeah, Ino-chan, that’s better,” Except for the stuff on your fingers, lips, chin, and slowly -so slowly- sliding down your neck... “Why did you want ice-cream anyway? It’s freezing!”

Ino made a face, “Just because it’s winter, doesn’t mean that you can’t have ice-cream,” he said seriously, “And anyway, we’re only in America for a few more weeks and their ice-cream is so much better.”

“Oh... right.”

J had thought it would be a good idea for them all to get out of the hotel; they were in New York, visiting on a brief tour and none of them were enjoying being cold, tired and stuck in inside all day. Ryuichi was getting morose, Shinya was getting quiet(er) and Sugizo was getting frisky.

After Sugizo had enthusiastically confided to J his ‘Master Plan’ to finally get into Ryuichi’s pants (which had involved marshmallows, lipstick and double-sided sellotape,) J had suggested they go for a walk in a nearby park.

Things had started to unravel when Sugizo had decided to ask a local where he could find a supermarket, (for his ‘supplies’), and he had asked the vendor of a fixed stand that sold various treats. Ino had noticed that the stand sold ice-cream (to J’s surprise, considering the piles of snow on the ground), and had demanded a ‘sundae with hot caramel’.

Now, somehow, they were sitting in the park on a path-ledge waiting for Sugizo, Ryuichi and Shinya to return from their excursion –no ice-cream allowed in the taxi- while J tried not to think about caramel and ice-cream and pale, soft, biteable skin.

Fuck.

“Do you think that Ryu-san has any idea what ‘The Supplies’ are really for?”

J laughed, leaning back and staring at the sky, no, those clouds do not look like Ino’s sweet, sweet ass.... FUCK! “No way, if he knew he’d be on the first flight he could find back to Japan right now.”

Inoran frowned, (not that J could see it, because of course he’s definitely NOT staring at him out of the corner of his eye), “You don’t really think that Ryuichi finding out could hurt their relationship, do you?”

J sighed and sat up properly, “No, to be honest, Inoran, we may not always agree about stuff as a band, but I think that we’re all close enough friends that that kind of thing is forgiven ...or submitted to...” he added vaguely.

“Oh, well then,”

Very suddenly, J found himself with a lap full of Inoran - he let out a startled “EEP!”

Inoran smirked, “I seem to be having a bit of a problem with all this ice-cream, J, and I was wondering if you could help me out.”

“Huhhh?” This isn’t happening, this really, really isn’t happening and I am really, really, not so fucking hard right now.

Inoran raised sticky fingers to J’s lips, “Me. Sticky. You, suck,” he ordered, pressing in.

J, feeling rather dazed, couldn’t help but moan softly and open his mouth, sucking and licking each finger clean.

Ino’s breathing was becoming slightly erratic, and as J finished off the last finger, he shifted restlessly in J’s lap, his hard cock incredibly obvious to both men.

J bit his lip and tried not to moan, “Ino,” he gasped, “Are you going to mind if I fuck you?”

Inoran let out a half-laugh, half-moan, tipping his head back a little and closing his eyes, “Fuck no.”

YES! J wasn’t even able to speak as he growled and turned them, shoving Inoran down into the snow and latching his mouth onto Ino’s neck, lapping up the sweet trail there. Only one thought making any kind of sense in his mind.

Thank God for ice-cream.

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Yeah, *hugs to all* laters!