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Malibu, CA; June.
“Watch out! Christian...shit! Sorry!”
Christian looked up from the magazine he was reading just in time to see the volleyball falling right at him. He flinched, dropped the magazine, and flailed his hands up, successfully parrying it away from him. When he looked from behind his splayed, now slightly stinging hands, he saw Harley chasing after where the ball flew while Peter pulled up short next to him in the sand.
“Sorry,” Peter said, a little out of breath.
A single golden eyebrow arched above the rim of his Tom Ford sunglasses.
“You’re fine, kid. Just be careful next time,” he suggested, more gentle than he might have for any of the adults. “Maybe you and Harley can aim the ball that direction,” Christian added, and a smirk teased his lips when Peter looked over to where he gestured.
Right where Logan currently sprawled on one of Stark’s massive towels, his cheek pillowed on Scott’s thigh.
Peter gulped.
“Uh. I think we’ll just...move somewhere else on the beach,” the seventeen-year-old hedged, already gesturing Harley over to the opposite side of sand where currently no one lounged.
“You do that,” Christian hummed, a little pleased with himself.
“You’re an ass,” a voice said next to him, soft, feminine, the hint of cultivated accent just making him smile more.
“And you love me for it, sis,” he teased, not even glancing over at Emma, who had decided to abandon her reading for a few moments of uninterrupted sun glistening across the front of her body decked in the latest most fashionable white bikini that a foray into Milan had provided.
Emma snorted.
“Sometimes,” she joked back and shifted so she could lower the lounge and turn over onto her stomach so that her back would tan evenly with the front.
Before Christian could suggest someone add suntan lotion to his sister’s back, a hand with slender fingers hovered over her back. Soft green, well, energy was the only way Christian could think to describe it, fell like a gentle mist over her skin, which then glistened from her shoulders to the soles of her feet.
“Must be nice to have a boyfriend who can magic you from getting burnt,” he remarked and glanced over at Loki lying on the lounge next to Emma, sunglasses covering brilliant green eyes, blue-black hair tied back in a messy bun and an umbrella hovering over him to keep any direct sunlight from his own skin.
“It is, Chris, but...to be fair, one that can cool you off with just the touch of one fingertip is also useful in the worst heat,” Emma supplied. She pushed up just a little and looked around. “Where did Robert wander off to?”
Rolling his eyes under his shades, Christian scoffed softly.
“Where do you think?”
“More? He’s already had what...two cones?” she asked, though in truth, she’d been around Bobby long enough to have seen his sweet tooth in action. It was a wonder he hadn’t lost every tooth in his head.
Loki craned his head in the direction of their conversation.
“He was supposed to bring me one this time,” the God of Mischief stated, trying not to sound curt from the heat. His Asgardian glamour allowed him to tolerate a certain amount of sun and heat, and thankfully, Malibu wasn’t as hot as some areas of the country.
“I did, dude. Calm down,” a cheerful voice interjected from Loki’s right, as a hand offered up an ice cream cone filled with vanilla ice cream and covered in colorful candy sprinkles.
Curling his fingers around the cone, Loki peeked underneath the umbrella.
“Thank you, Robert. I do appreciate this,” he said in that honeyed voice full of gratitude.
Bobby’s feet sunk into the soft sand as he moved around the lounge chairs to reclaim the one on the other side of his boyfriend. As he lowered himself to it, sitting so he could face the other three, he leaned close and kissed Christian’s nose then mouth.
“Mmm...vanilla and strawberry,” the elder Frost commented as he licked his lips after the kiss. He nudged the sunglasses down a little, his icy blues meeting Bobby’s darker ones. “You’re going to wind up in a diabetic coma,” Christian teasingly cautioned, watching Bobby trailing his tongue around the large scoops of the two kinds of ice cream.
Heat flushed through Christian that had nothing to do with the sun, so to distract himself, he picked up his magazine again and attempted to focus on the latest fashions coming out of Paris for the summer.
“Nah. I’ve always eaten my weight in ice cream. Even when it’s not hot as balls outside,” Bobby confessed before diving back into the sweet, curling his tongue around the pointed tip of swirled pink and white.
Christian caught the movement and side-eyed his boyfriend being unintentionally obscene with his ice cream. He pushed his feet up on the lounge until he crossed one ankle to the opposite knee. He found himself glad he wasn’t tucked under an umbrella like the resident Frost Giant, so he had the excuse of the sun to explain the beads of sweat dotting his forehead.
“From my understanding, you tend to eat Logan’s weight in ice cream, even when snow is covering the ground,” he droned a little, trying to sound uninterested in anything Bobby was doing at the moment.
Beside him, Emma and Loki both giggled, and when Christian cut his stare over to them, both weren’t even bothering to be innocent. His sister had caught the way he hid his interest, and she no doubt shared it with her boyfriend. The two were impossible together. He cleared his throat but neither of them would look at him, so he hmphed quietly and went back to the magazine.
Bobby was quiet for a moment but not because he was contemplating Christian’s correction. He was too busy swiping his tongue around the shrinking mound of ice cream on the cone at a pace that could only be called filthy.
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he finally answered, earning a sharp rustling of the magazine from Christian as a response.
He has to be aware of what he’s doing – he has to know that he’s pushing the boundaries of my highly conditioned Frost self-control, Christian thought to himself, while beside him, Emma and Loki chuckled again without saying anything to each other at all. A glance over at Bobby offered up more torture as he flattened his tongue along one swathe of vanilla, and the creamy sweet caught on his tastebuds left Christian wishing for a glass of ice to top down the front of his swim trunks.
“But Hank makes sure I’m healthy in the end,” Bobby muttered around his frozen tongue. “So I can eat all the ice cream I want.”
Bobby’s eyes lifted them to meet Christian’s peeking over the tops of his sunglasses. His statement was casual. Innocent.
That look, on the other hand...
“Mhm,” he sharply hummed and attempted to go back to his magazine.
Christian stared at the same page, his eyes blurring over the words and images, darting back to the only clear thing he wanted to look at.
Bobby with that damned ice cream cone.
Those cold wet lips parted and aimed for the tip of the cone, which he’d tongued into a perfect point. Bobby’s mouth lowered toward that point, and Christian swore his boyfriend had developed some ability to use slow motion.
Don’t...don’t you fucking dare Bobby you asshole you’re doing this on purpose aren’t you fuckfuckfuck can you make that happen any faster fuck why are you so slow
When Bobby’s lips finally pursed around that frozen tip and sucked the ice cream up onto his tongue until his cheeks hollowed, a shivery moan fell from Christian’s mouth. He looked up at his boyfriend; Christian’s shades had slipped just enough down the bridge of his nose that Bobby could see his eyes – two pools of black barely rimmed in pale blue.
“Chris?” he asked, soft, worried, especially when he noticed the way Christian’s clenched fists crumpled the expensive magazine. Bobby’s eyes widened a little to see the hard rise and fall of Christian’s chest, as if he had trouble breathing. “Babe? You...you okay?”
“Answer your boyfriend, darling brother, or else I’ll have to tell him you’re hard as a rock because you’ve been gawking at his mouth this whole time and turning his innocent act of eating ice cream into your own personal porn show,” Emma mindspoke, and this time Christian didn’t hear the shared giggle between her and Loki.
Christian jolted when he heard Emma’s smooth voice in his mind, however, and rosy warmth spread across this nose and cheeks, right down along his throat. He looked down at the magazine clutched in his fists and mentally kicked himself as he tossed it onto the sand near the stack of magazines closer to Emma. Forcing his breathing to calm down, Christian fidgeted his hands together. He couldn’t meet Bobby’s concerned gaze, and he just knew that the ice cream was probably dripping down his boyfriend’s knuckles now, forgotten all because of him.
“Darling,” Emma said as she reached over and set her hand on his two, giving a gentle squeeze. “You look a little overheated. Why don’t you take advantage of the tent Anthony had set up over in the shade? Just for a few minutes until you’ve cooled down a little.” She kept her voice even, soothing, but she expected that her big brother would still catch the naughty implications in the undertone. “Robert could go with you. Robert, you should go with your boyfriend into the shade.”
“Huh? Oh...hey, yeah. Chris, babe, you do look a little red from the sun. Let’s go over to the tent for a bit. When we get back, I’ll put more sunscreen on you,” Bobby promised and stood up. He licked down most of his ice cream and indeed had to lap away drops of vanilla and strawberry from his fingers, but then he held out his other hand to Christian. “C’mon, handsome. Let’s go cool you down some,” he offered, oblivious to Emma’s implications.
Still reeling from, well, everything, Christian looked at Emma in confusion and then over at Bobby, staring at the outstretched hand. He acted on instinct and set his hand into his boyfriend’s then found himself hauled to his feet and steadied before he could lose his balance in the sand.
“I think I’m okay...really,” he muttered and caught the loud snort from the other side of Emma.
“Min kjære svoger, go with your boyfriend. Get out of the sun for a moment...or longer. Whatever it takes. You are very red right now,” Loki teased a little but still rewarded Christian with an empathetic smile.
Christian blinked but before he could say anything else, Bobby led him across the sand to the tent Tony arranged for their comfort. It wasn’t like a camping tent with zippers that retained the heat and stillness inside. It was more like an events tent, though this was Tony Stark’s doing, so a tarp flooring had been set down, and inside three fans had been strategically set up, running on Stark tech so that no electricity or batteries were needed. There were also chairs and two couches set inside, all apparently older furniture that Tony no longer used in the Malibu estate on the cliffs above them, so he left them in reserve for such occasions that required comfort.
The sudden rush of cool air blowing on him was bliss. It allowed his mind to reboot, in a way, even though it really wasn’t the heat outside that had shorted his thoughts. Christian allowed Bobby to lead him over to one of the couches and pushed him gently onto it until he bounced a little on the cushions.
“I’m actually okay, Bobby. I just...”
Bobby once more trailed his tongue around the ice cream, catching where it had started to melt during their trek inside the tent. He was about to sit beside his boyfriend when he realized Christian’s words cut off the moment he’d started in on his cone again. Oh.
“Had you wanted an ice cream, Chris?” Bobby asked and realized his misinterpretation of his boyfriend’s interest when those eyes went almost solid black again.
Oh.
“Shit, Bobby, I...”
Christian blushed the moment he caught the realization in Bobby’s stare, and he lowered his eyes, so he didn’t catch the way his boyfriend’s mouth tilted into a wicked smile.
“So that’s why Emma and Loki were giggling,” Bobby stated, his voice thick with amusement and something else. “I thought they were just sharing a dirty joke between them.” He laughed. “I guess they were.”
“Yeah,” Christian replied, quiet, low. “The joke was me and what you were doing to me with all of...” He waved his hand in Bobby’s direction then shuddered when Bobby’s knees brushed against his own. “...that.” He sighed and covered his face with both hands.
“Hey, babe, it’s okay. It’s...”
Bobby knelt down in front of Christian and leaned close to plant a kiss to both knees. He held his hand with the cone to the side of the couch until a solid ice block formed around his fist, and then he wiggled his hand free, leaving behind the ice cream, which remained in place like a stand. Stroking his hands up Christian’s calves now, he felt the way his cool touch made his lover shiver.
“Bobby, it’s embarrassing. I mean, you turn me on all the time, even when we’re out in public, but that. My little sister was there and her boyfriend and those kids of Tony’s, and...”
“Chris, shh...it’s okay. You don’t have to explain,” Bobby interrupted and tilted his head to press another kiss to Christian’s right knee. He was about to ask Christian why he was so upset about being aroused by his eating ice cream, but long slender fingers pushing into his hair stilled him and dried up the question on his tongue.
“It’s just...you grow up the way I did, with my dad, and...” A heavy sigh left Christian’s lips. “...I’m still getting used to the idea that I’m safe to be who I am openly and that the people around me aren’t going to...”
“Beat you up? Lock you away in an asylum and subjected to conversion therapy?” Bobby finished for him, tilting his head to see the timid nod. “Baby, that won’t ever happen. Even if we weren’t almost a year into this relationship, I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, and you know that Emma would tear anyone’s mind to shreds if they even dared think about it.” He crawled higher up between Christian’s thighs, his hands caressing along his ribcage, and leaned up to capture his boyfriend’s mouth in a slow kiss, pulling a soft whine from the other man. “And that’s not even counting what Loki would do now that he considers you family,” he murmured against Christian’s parted lips.
Christian didn’t quite know what to do with his hands while Bobby edged his way up his body yet remained kneeling on the ground between his knees. They still trembled from his earlier reaction to Bobby tonguing his ice cream in the way he did Christian’s cock when they were alone.
We’re alone now.
He buried his fingers in his boyfriend’s hair, feeling the cool strands along his knuckles. Christian still felt overheated from the sun whereas Bobby’s body temperature had cooled down the moment they’d stepped inside the tent. Parting his lips, he kissed the words from Bobby’s. It wasn’t strange for them to talk while making out, but it usually wasn’t about family.
“Yeah,” Christian finally murmured, breathless as he pushed his swollen lips against his boyfriend’s again. And again. He flicked his tongue along Bobby’s, feeling the texture of tastebuds, the crease down the middle, and he moaned to think of that flat against his dick the way it had caressed across the pink ice cream just moments ago. “Don’t...don’t ever let anyone...”
Bobby didn’t even let Christian finish his sentence, no matter where it was stuttering toward. He shook his head but kissed him even harder, demanding more from the other’s mouth while his hands went to work at last. Stroking up the insides of Christian’s thighs, Bobby’s fingers slipped underneath the legs of his designer swimsuit where not-so-distant heat greeted him. He felt the push of Christian’s hips toward him, the moan fresh from his lips eager, the whine it turned into feeding him his lover’s need, his desperation to be transported away from his insecurities and fears.
“Bo...bobby...,” Christian whined against Bobby’s lips as he arched toward his boyfriend. His hands slipped from Bobby’s hair to his shoulders, digging his fingers into those tanned shoulders to hold him close. Cool air from the fans caressing over his body did little to quench his boiling veins.
And now Bobby’s hands pushed higher up Christian’s hips, indelicately yanking down the trunks tenting between them. He laughed at the gasp against his mouth and pulled back to look into his boyfriend’s shocked gaze.
“What?”
“Bobby, are you...in here?” Christian whispered, as if anyone outside the tent could hear them. “You are seriously pla...AHnning to do this in h-here.” He stammered when Bobby’s mouth lowered and that deft and wicked tongue lashed across the wet head of his cock. Christian’s high-pitched whine bit off before it grew too loud, as they both knew that he could, and both thanked whomever built soundproofing on all the bedrooms back home.
At first, Bobby’s mouth remained too occupied to answer. He treated his lover just like the ice cream cone, and the several before it, and perhaps Bobby had never considered how much of a seductive tool eating ice cream could be, but now he was 100% aware of how it affected Christian. And I will use this to my advantage forever now, he thought to himself while he swirled his tongue all around the length from top to base. He pressed the tip along the veins that throbbed against his tastebuds, the salt of his boyfriend’s skin canceling out the vanilla-strawberry, but Bobby didn’t mind at all.
“Of course, in here,” the ice mutant muttered as he lost himself in gustatory worship. “Why do you think Tony set this tent up?”
Christian was becoming just as engrossed in what Bobby’s mouth was doing that he almost missed what his lover said. He blinked and tilted his head up to look down at the golden brown waves of hair not long enough to fall and tickle his skin.
“You think...that Stark set up this tent for sex purposes? Come on, babe. With those two boys out there, you really think he set up a sex pavilion?” he sputtered in disbelief.
Bobby tilted his head up with the express purpose of arching an eyebrow. He laved his tongue across the head in cool punctuation.
“You know Tony’s reputation. You think that ‘sex pavilion’ wouldn’t be something he’d come up with?” he teased before delivering another slow lick. He ran his hands up Christian’s stomach and chest, pinched both nipples, and then caressed back down to squeeze his lover’s thighs, feeling the muscles twitch against his fingertips. “The kids can be kept out easily enough,” he added. “You think Emma wouldn’t have her way to prevent them from stumbling in here right now? Seeing something that might shock them?” Then Bobby laughed. “They’re teens, babe. Don’t let either of them fool you. Neither of them are innocent. Not entirely,” Bobby purred against Christian’s cock.
Right before he parted his lips and slid the whole thing into his mouth, nod stopping until pale blond curls tickled the tip of his nose. Bobby smiled around his mouthful when his boyfriend pressed his clenched toes against his thighs. He slid his hands around until they cupped the backs of Christian’s thighs, and he kneaded them like a cat before pressing them back to cup his ass. He didn’t even mind his lover’s hips rolling and thrusting into his mouth while he suckled in gentle torment at the lowest point of his cock.
“Fuck...mmm...babe...baby...fuck,” Christian’s words dropped from his mouth in staccato sharp edges haloed in need-filled whines. His hands reached behind his head and gripped into the sofa cushion. Stomach muscles taut, calves hard and tense, he pushed the idea that they could be walked in on to the farthest corner of his mind and gave over to the pleasure that Bobby guided him to.
Admit it, Frost. You’re a lot turned on by the fact that you could be walked in on right now.
Tilting his head just enough to look up at Christian’s face, Bobby smiled as he slowed down his assault. He pulled his mouth away with one long, slow suck that hollowed his cheeks and left his boyfriend squirming and biting down on his hand to muffle his scream. He curled one fist around and stroked Christian, watching those hips roll and pop like an exotic dancer; he licked his lips, tasted the salt on them, eager to claim his lover again. It was so much fun to watch, though, to drink in the way Christian’s skin flushed with desire with each squeeze and stroke of his hard-on.
Their eyes met, locked in place, and they mirrored the languid draw of their tongues across their lips. Christian imagined lapping at Bobby’s mouth again, could maddeningly taste the sweet vanilla and strawberry that had driven him to this point in the first place. He glanced at the entrance to the tent and tried to train his hearing to pick up anyone coming their way. All the other voices outside their sanctum sounded far, far away, and the thought crossed his mind that Emma probably had something to do with that. He didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed or grateful.
“Hey,” Bobby purred and tightened his grip on Christian’s cock before giving an insistent stroke. “Focus, babe. Don’t worry about what’s going on out there. Just this.” He waited while his boyfriend moaned and pulled his attention back to what Bobby was doing, and then he leaned down and lapped at him again. He watched, and then as he lowered his mouth onto him once more, Bobby slipped his other hand between those thighs, sliding higher up, teasing his balls on the way just past them.
“B-bobby, what...are you...we don’t have...”
He pulled back only long enough to shush his lover before returning to engulf him into his hot, wet mouth, slurping him down like the delectable treat that he was. Bobby reminded Christian why it was so ideal that he liked ice cream cones as much as he did. Twenty-something years certainly provided plenty of practice, which he could now offer up to his life partner. Whimpers and moans and broken pieces of words dropped from Christian’s lips while Bobby sucked hard and deep, his fist never slowing the tight massage he gave as well.
Christian’s thoughts were distracted now. He’d forgotten about Bobby’s other hand until one fingertip feathered along his taint. Gasping at the surprise sensation of it, Christian clamped his teeth into his bottom lip to keep from crying out. One foot slammed down against the tarp covering the sand beneath them, his chest thrusting out as if his heart would burst right out. White hot suspense pushed him closer to the edge and left him balanced there, tethered by the excitement and anticipation of what Bobby would do next.
What Bobby gave him was an onslaught of pleasure from his lips and tongue and hand that worked his cock until every vein pulsed against his mouth, and the other hand stayed in position while the tip of his finger suddenly felt cold as it stroked along his perineum. Despite the temperature drop against his most sensitive skin, Christian’s blood turned molten inside him.
“Nnggg’m’obby,” he whined the only warning he could articulate.
It was all Bobby needed. He slid his mouth down one more time with the lightest touch of his teeth that always unlocked Christian’s undoing, and on the way back up, he sucked hard and timed that with another stroke of hand and icy finger. It was merciless, mercenary, and he enjoyed the shuddering cries that Christian muffled against the hand he bit down on while he surrendered. Bobby swallowed every last drop spilled down his tongue, and Christian’s body stayed tense until that moment when, spent, it just collapsed against the couch, boneless. He let out a soft, almost pained whine and squirmed away from Bobby’s cold finger when it became just too much, but then his boyfriend stopped and allowed him to melt into the cushions.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Christian rasped and swallowed until his throat was no longer dry.
With a deep suckling pull, Bobby lifted his mouth away from his lover and stared with loving, hungry eyes at the still-writhing body, like Christian was finding it difficult to adjust to the pleasured sparks still popping through him.
“Oh yeah, definitely we’ll do that, but I thought we’d wait till we walked back up to the house,” came Bobby’s cheeky retort.
He rested his chin on Christian’s knee, taking in the way the other man slowly returned to a coherent state. Bobby kissed his boyfriend’s knee, nuzzled his cheek there, and lifted his hands away to caress along his stomach.
Christian managed a snort.
“Little shit,” he muttered under his breath, knowing damned well before Bobby laughed that he would hear him. “It’s a long walk back up to Stark’s cliff-side mansion. You sure you can wait that long, loverboy?” Christian asked.
“Mmmm, for you, I can manage it,” Bobby answered.
He pushed himself back on his knees then rose to his feet all in one fluid movement. Bobby leaned over and drew a long kiss from Christian’s mouth and then stepped back to give him room to tug his swim trunks back up over his hips. Reaching down beside the couch, Bobby plucked the remains of his ice cream cone from the ice stand that held it in place for him; an extra result being that the ice kept the ice cream from melting. Bobby immediately started to lick at the sweet ice cream again while he waited for his boyfriend.
“Jesus, Bobby. How is your tongue not numb and broken after all the work you put it through?” Christian teased while he stood up. He reached for the ice cream cone and stole it right from his lover’s grip and started to sample it himself. It wasn’t bad, even if Christian tended to prefer richer flavors like chocolate or more decadent ones such as blackberry cobbler ice cream.
Bobby didn’t even protest when his treat was pilfered from his hand. A smile brightened his face to see his lover enjoy himself.
“What can I say? I’ve got excellent tongue muscles from a lifetime of eating ice cream,” he snarked right back.
Their hands slotted together on instinct, and the two walked away from their respite in the tent. Christian dropped his shades back over his eyes so that he wasn’t blinded by the sun sparkling off the Pacific waves.
No one looked their way. No one said a thing, despite the fact that they were well-aware that at least two people had known what they were up to. Emma would’ve known, and she would’ve shared it mind-to-mind with her own sometimes frosty partner. They made their way back to where they’d been sitting, with Christian’s every intention to announce their return to the house.
“Hey!” an excited Harley voice called out as he and Peter rushed back over to the group, clearly done with their net-less volleyball play.
Both brandished prizes in their hands in bright colors – blue and red and purple.
“New ice cream vendor’s out there!” Peter exclaimed. “Popsicles! Anyone want some? We can go back!”
Bobby’s eyes widened and brightened.
“Oooooo, I could get a cherry...”
Christian shoved what remained of the ice cream cone back into Bobby’s other hand then tugged him without warning toward the path that would take them back up along the way to Tony’s home.
“Uh uh. You’ve had enough sweets, and I’ve got something better than ice cream,” the elder Frost declared, shaking his head at Bobby’s impish giggles at his side.
As they started their long way up, Bobby leaned close and kissed Christian’s bare shoulder.
“I know. I love you, too.”