Skittery steps off the curb, smiling as he eats his ice cream. It's a rare treat, too expensive to be eaten more than once a month, and more than likely not even that often. But Skittery sold well today, and is delighting in his cold treat as he strolls leisurely through Central Park on a sweet spring day.

Snitch dashes into the street, narrowly avoids getting run over by a carriage, then jumps over a hedge into Central Park. He ducks behind the hedge and watches, breathing heavily, as the cops arrive at the corner, look around for him, then take off down the other side of the street. Snitch grins to himself, puts the newly acquired wallet into the yellow pouch that swings at his knees, then stands and starts to walk around the park, catching his breath.

The boys meet in the center of the park, Snitch's breath quickening again and Skittery's delight no longer in the ice cream. The pair of newsboys have long desired each other, and their conversation reflects this desire; it's light, hesitant, filled with 'um's and 'er's. Snitch notices the ice cream and hunger pokes into his stomach. He asks for a bite, and after a pause, Skittery holds the treat out to the boy he wants.

Snitch beams, takes it, and bites into the cold. The sweetness spreads over his tongue in a sensation he remembers from childhood, but now experiences rarely. The taste induces nostalgia with a rush that makes him drop the ice cream to the ground.

Snitch flushes, then immediately starts to apologize, so certain that Skittery will be angry with him that he doesn't notice the small smile spreading up his friend's face.

Skittery grabs Snitch's arm and says not to be sorry, they can still taste the ice cream. Snitch, blinking rapidly, asks how.

Skittery pauses, then stands at his full height and kisses Snitch. He can taste the sweetness of the ice cream on Snitch's tongue, but beneath that is the even sweeter taste of the 16 year-old thumbsucking pickpocket that he has loved since the first time they met.

Snitch is surprised by the kiss, and almost breaks it, but the love for Skittery that has been rumbling in his heart for the past two years overpowers his surprise, and his eyes close with pleasure as he tastes Skittery, the cold and sugar of the ice cream on top, but the warm and delightful taste of Skittery is beneath that.

The boys stand toe-to-toe in the park for a few moments, not tasting the ice cream on each other's mouths, but tasting each other, and feeling this shared desire that had lain dormant for years and is now blazing.

The kiss breaks and the boys stare at each other, eyes locked, lips smiling. Snitch takes Skittery's hand, and the boys walk out of the park, stealing disbelieving and pleased glances at each other.

As they step on to the curb, Snitch pulls a dollar from the wallet he'd stolen before coming across Skittery. He smiles sheepishly at his love, who raises his eyebrows when Snitch opens the door to the ice cream shop.

"Want some ice cream?"

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

SHEER… UTTER… FLUFF!

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE

Actually, the end could have been better. But whatever, I guess.

My next upload won't be quite so fluffy. That's my latest strange pairing. MWAHAHAHAHA. And it's a DEATHFIC. MWAHAHAHA. So yeah, I can't be fluffy all the time.

Two down: One to go. ^^