Page 42 of Unexpected Boyfriends

"Just a ball of mango in a cone," he says. I admire that he's looking Gio straight in the eyes as he gives his order, despite the red stain creeping up the back of his neck.

"And I'll have strawberry. In a cone," I tell Gio.

Despite our requests, Gio piles two balls of gelato onto each cone, smashing the top ball down with the back of the scoop so it won't fall off.

I raise an eyebrow at him as he places them in the plastic holder on top of the counter while I pull out my wallet to pay.

He shakes his head. "My treat tonight. I can't have you telling people Gio only gave you one ball to lick."

A soft snort beside me is hurriedly stifled.

"Jesus, Gio. You never stop, do you? But, thanks," I replace my wallet in my pocket. Justin hands me my gelato and we move towards the door.

"For you, anything," Gio singsongs and blows me a kiss.

I shake my head and walk out the door, Justin trotting after me.

"Sorry about that," I apologize.

"Is he always like that?" Justin asks.

"Yeah, pretty much. He's a bit of a shit-stirrer. He doesn't mean anything by it though. I think he has a girlfriend at the moment."

Justin raises his eyebrows.

"He's bisexual," I tell him. "Out and proud."

"Okay. Just so long as he's not still into you. I wasn't sure."

I shook my head. "Nah, we're mates now. Like I told you, it was a pretty casual thing."

He drops the subject, which I'm glad of because I don't want the evening to be about Gio.

We walk around the quiet streets, looking in the windows of the closed shops, gazing up at the stars, feeling the breeze as it ruffles through our hair. The air is warm, and it still feels like summer.

I appreciate a little too late that maybe ice-cream wasn’t such a good idea. Watching Justin’s tongue sweeping over the cone and his lips sliding over the top of it, is highly distracting. And because it’s warm, the ice-creams melt faster than we can eat them. Justin has a trickle of gelato running down his hand. I catch hold of his wrist.

“Your ice-cream’s making a run for it,” I tell him. “Let me help you with that.”

Before he can say anything, I lick the runaway sweetness off the side of his hand.

“Ooh,” Justin shivers as my tongue slides over his skin. He nearly drops his cone when I playfully suck two of his fingers into my mouth.

He narrows his eyes at me.

“There wasn’t any ice-cream on those.”

I half-smirk, half-smile, but say nothing.

“Two can play at that,” he mutters, holding his ice-cream out to the side and stepping right in close. Stretching up on his toes, he leans towards me and his tongue gives a leisurely lick at the corner of my mouth. The heat of his body close to mine and the wet slide of his tongue against my lips stirs me down south.

“Mmm,” he hums, "strawberry."

“Jesus.”

I’m undone. I pull him in close and plaster him to my hips, where he can surely feel how aroused I am.

“Let’s get out of here,” I mutter. My voice or my face or maybe simply my hard dick, betray my urgency because Justin gives me a flirty, mischievous smile and saunters off. But he’s heading back towards where we parked the bike, so I guess he’s onboard with this idea.

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