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Heero's tongue was lapping at his ice-cream, and suddenly Wufei was assailed by a very vivid mental image. One that he didn't want to think about too hard, not in public anyway, or he would die of shame.

Duo lapping at his own ice-cream was sensual, but then, everything Duo did could become sensual. And he had expected Duo eating ice-cream like he would give a blowjob. He went at it with his eyelids shadowing his irises, concentrated, but with a little smile of pleasure on his face. But Wufei had not expected that his own brain would betray him by sending him images of Heero going down on him the way he was eating his own ice-cream. And that was precisely why the sudden mental picture hit him so hard.

Heero... On his knees before him... and... Wufei's hands lost in his messy hair... and his lips wrapped around him, and his so intense blue stare fixed on him... Oh gods.

Two seconds later, Heero's wrist was caught in Wufei's hand and there were lips devouring his own where his snack had been. Surprised, he tensed and tried to step back instinctively, but then, he realized that Wufei was the one kissing him –and gods but he did kiss well.

The two revelations went hand in hand; he didn't get any time to dwell on the first. The second was much more interesting to take advantage of. Grunting in acknowledgement and appreciation, Heero began to kiss back, and soon they were locked into an embrace, ice-creams cones half forgotten in favor of the mingling tastes of strawberries and chocolate.

Forgotten, Duo stared openmouthed at his boyfriends. His own ice-cream was slowly trickling on the back of his hand, but he didn't care. There, in front of him, in a public place, with no prompting at all, Heero and Wufei were lip-locking like crazy, a deep, ravenous kiss that looked like they were trying to taste each other's very soul.

They separated finally, slowly, Wufei abandoning Heero's throat to lick at his lips, chasing after the strawberries taste that was smeared all around the teen's mouth, Heero's arms rubbing up and down Wufei's back in a reflexive gesture.

Then their eyes met, and they both stopped to look at each other.

Heero looked at the black-haired pilot, as if waiting for an explanation to the sudden assault. Wufei's mouth opened and closed a few times, then, finally he shook his head, and smirked crookedly at Heero.

"I blame it all on the strawberry ice-cream," he managed to chuckle.

Heero nodded as if what he had said was a totally obvious fact that had somehow managed to escape his knowledge by a strange accident.

"Yes, strawberry ice-cream is a traitorous thing," he deadpanned.

Wufei punched him on the shoulder.

When they turned to him, together, as if they had remembered their audience at the same second, Duo was fanning himself with his hand, his jaw still hanging.