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daniele was waiting, waiting, waiting. waiting for the crowd to thin out so he could go back to banter with his friends and.. partner? he didn't know what labels to use today, he still forgot more often than not with this new (but not frowned upon by him!) situation. situation? he couldn't call this a situation. that would be rude. right? yeah.
he could feel andré's eyes hovering over him, watching him with slight intensity, even if he didn't look over- he could feel that if he were to, every little ounce of self-control he had enough not to kiss his lover in public (just yet) would be washed from him like a rushing wave over an unassuming bystander. suffocating all of his senses of anything, fuck, if he looked over now at him in his shorter-than-he-was-wearing shorts, his light pink tank top, he would be making out with him right now, flinging his ice creams to the side.
oh right. they were here for ice cream.
he was holding his own strawberry soft-serve cone and ilo's chocolate dipped chocolate soft serve, while his own was starting to leave small trails of pink- matching the color of andrea's awesome shirt, no, stop thinking about it- down his knuckles. he logically decided to lick up said little trails. he tried not to think about that probably driving andrea crazy.
as the crowd started to thin, he could see the other two impatient idiots waiting for them to come back. therefore, he beckoned for andrea to follow him, and started making a break for it. he could see andrea falling behind from the corner of his eye, and when he abruptly stopped and dropped his own ice cream, vitto's mysterious blue-flavor soft serve still in hand but now mildly lopsided, he stopped.
he noticed andrea had stopped too- sighing in frustration and just glaring down at the remains of his ice cream, clearly disappointed, and daniele knew that look- it was just maybe at himself.
"andrea, what happened, eh?" vitto's voice rang out, coming closer, as he looked at the mess on the pavement, a mix of white and light brown liquefied ice cream dripping into a blue and purple color-changing cup.
"i tripped," he said in a quiet tone.
"well, you can share mine," daniele opted to say, glancing at his own slightly melty strawberry cone. andrea looked up at him like he had just promised to share his own fucking organs. and daniele's heart did a somersault in his chest.
"really?"
"yeah,"
and then, without a second thought in the world, they kissed. they kissed a little needily, a lot like they'd missed this- kissing in public- their entire lives, and in daniele's body, he could no longer feel the anxiousness that should've come with this moment, according to his fears. all he could feel was bliss.