TW: Four in one day?! All Fluffy?!

Title ~Flowers and Ice Cream~

Watching Alex eat ice cream was the worst thing to do, in Ross’ opinion. The bearded brunet would put his whole head into it; tilting it from side to side whilst the dark curve of his tongue scooped up the vanilla, or chocolate, or sometimes strawberry, creamy foodstuff from atop its wafer cone. Smudges would gradually appear at the corners of Alex’s cold-flushed mouth, just tempting Ross to lean over and kiss them away in a burst of sweetness. 

"What?" Alex will smirk, catching Ross’ gaze with the clarity that he knows exactly‘what’ pasted all over his smug face. At this moment, Ross will curse at him under his breath and pull him over by the neck of his t-shirt. Mouths brush against each other, gently, lovingly in a brief kiss before Ross breaks away and leans his forehead against Alex’s temple. Up close he can see the small laughter lines at the corners of Alex’s eyes, see the darker flecks of sapphire in his irises, feel his chilled breath against his face when Alex grins. 

Ross frowns when, whilst still in the same position and with his fingertips playing absently with the slightly longer hair at the back of Alex’s neck, Alex’s eyes dash to look instead at something behind Ross’ head. Without warning, Alex is gone and Ross is left with a melting strawberry ice cream dripping messily over his fingers and Alex’s parting murmur of “Back in a sec,” 

Ross blinks, before cold drips onto his thin shorts and shoots shock through his leg. Jumping with a sharp curse, Ross lifts his hand to his mouth and licks at the lines of palest pink tracing his knuckles. That is until he realises where Alex had just run off to and splashes of a similar colour appear across his cheeks in a blush. Realising that his tongue is still out and he is still sat licking at his hand whilst simultaneously holding an ice cream, Ross straightens up and nervously clears his throat - the hope that no-one saw him creeping up his spine. 

Alex exits the shop across the street from the park with something of a different colour to the melting strawberry ice cream in Ross’ hand. Half-jogging back over to the other man, who uses his free, un-sticky hand to cover his eyes despite the grin he is unable to stop curling the corners of his mouth, Alex looks furtively around at the other people around them who have probably just caught on to the nature of his and Ross’ relationship. 

"I uh- they reminded me of your eyes." Ross takes his hand away to look between his boyfriend and the bunch of pale blue hydrangeas in his grasp. Alex is blushing, Ross takes smug note of this fact, and his eyes are glimmering with the laughter that threatens to burst through the tight damn of his twisted lips. 

"Are you- Smith I can’t believe you just bought me flowers." Ross manages to say, before the tidal wave of laughter breaks over him and the dimples in his cheeks act as parenthesis to the amusement that spills over Alex’s tongue. The two stand laughing, Alex absently reaching a hand out to take the ice cream from Ross and replacing it with the blue, pompom like flowers wrapped in oh-so-pretty pastel pink tissue paper and gauze, and tied up with a ribbon of a darker cerise. 

"I know, I’m such a good boyfriend," Alex quips, when the laughter has died down, and affectionately brushes his nose against Ross’ when the other man leans in for a kiss. 

"No," Ross murmurs against Alex’s lips, "You’re a soppy twat, that’s what you are," He finishes, settling the matter and winning the could-be argument by kissing Alex on the mouth.