Ice cubes

“Shikamaruuuu, come on!” Kiba whined, flopping down on the bed beside the other boy. The Nara huffed, too lazy in the heat wave to even wave him away lazily. It was 95 degrees Fahrenheit and climbing. He just wanted to lay back and sleep in his underwear, like he had been.

“No…” He didn’t even have the energy too whine, unlike Kiba who had somehow found some. He cringed when the other lay on him, the dog loving teen’s sweaty chest rubbing into his sweaty back so that they started too stick together.

And the other was so hot.

“Get off of me you walking heater.” Shikamaru groaned. Kiba smirked, nuzzling the back of his neck, licking it with a tongue hotter than his back. Shikamaru squirmed under the added heat and moisture.

“No.” Shikamaru groaned again, his stubborn response from earlier parroted back at him. He tried another tactic.

“Please get off?” Kiba laughed, nibbling his ear. Even his saliva coated teeth were hot. Shikamaru lowered himself further.

“I’ll give you head if you get off?” He knew it sounded even worse than it was meant too, but Kiba didn’t even take that bait.

“Come out and play in the sun with me, Shika!” Kiba insisted, tugging at the other’s shoulders. The Nara buried his head further in his arms, trying his best to ignore the sticky body lying across his back, further heating him up on this already hot day.

“Come ooooon, it’s cooler outside anyway.” Kiba said. The boy refused to move.

“Come on Shika; before I roll you off the bed and let Akamaru lick your face off. And if you thought I was hot, try a hot dog.” Kiba paused, before cracking up in laughter. That entire bit he’d just said was so wrong!

“…Fine…” Shikamaru grumbled. Kiba gladly got up then, hovering over Shikamaru as he slowly crawled out of bed, only grabbing the thinnest pair of shorts that were on the top layer of his clothing carpeted floor, slipping them on but staying shirtless. Kiba grinned, grabbing his hand and dragging him downstairs, out onto the front lawn.

“Our victim is here!” Kiba shouted once he’d gotten Shikamaru safely away from the house. He stepped away, leaving the poor Nara out in the open as several of their friends popped up from where they’d hidden, water balloons in hand.

Shikamaru barely had time to curse or say troublesome before the first wave hit, balloons filled to bursting and popping on any contact. Some were popping in the air, the cool water raining down on him. It only took three balloons too thoroughly soak him, but they just kept coming.

Well he wasn’t hot anymore.

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“That was epic.” Naruto said happily, picking pink rubber from his golden locks. Sasuke snorted, his black Uchiha hair hanging down, plastered too his neck. Kiba laughed, slapping at Sasuke’s bared pale back, hard enough to leave a red hand mark.

“It was fun and you know it. My favorite part was ganging up on Shika though.” The Nara snorted, laying down on a towel in the yard. His pony tail wasn’t staying up anymore, limply flopping behind him. He could feel the air slowly baking him as he lay in the shade.

What had been an ambush on the Nara had turned into all out war once Naruto’s balloon had popped in his hand, getting Sakura soaked, leading to her tossing a balloon at Naruto and missing, hitting Chouji who tossed it back and actually hit, but barely, leaving the excess water to explode out and hit Neji and Ino.

Kiba had appeared besides the dripping Shikamaru, a bucket in hand. They’d joined together during the war, sharing the one bucket while everyone else had their own personal arsenal. Although Shikamaru hadn’t really bothered throwing too many himself, choosing only a few good moments when a teen had their back turned or attentions elsewhere too throw, he did direct Kiba valiantly.

In the end they’d almost won, Shino managing to conserve two balloons more than them.

“It’s still hot.” Shikamaru complained. Kiba laughed, swiveling around and placing his head on the other’s stomach.

“We should go to the backyard.” Kiba suggested. Sasuke and Naruto glanced at each other, not really wanting to get up for that reason. Sasuke raised a brow, Naruto nodding.

“Me and Sasuke are gunna go play some games, wanna come?” Naruto said, standing up. Kiba waved them away, knowing it would just be a battle to get Shikamaru up.

“Naw, go on. It’s going to be hard enough getting him to sit up and move to the backyard, let alone your house.” He said. He sat up as well, turning and facing Shikamaru as the other two walked off.

“Well Shika? Gunna come easy or gunna come hard?” He snickered at his wording, waiting for a reply. Shikamaru rolled over, attempting to sleep.

“That’s what I thought.” Kiba grinned, leaning forward and scooping the still wet boy up, standing hurriedly. As expected Shikamaru began to struggle, the one thing he hated was being picked up.

“Kiba put me down!” He snapped, wriggling in Kiba’s grasp, pushing at his arms. Kiba just shook his head, walking around to the back of the house, laying the boy down on the grass.

“Kiba you bastard, you know how much I hate that.” Shikamaru grumbled, laying out reluctantly, eying Kiba warily. The Inuzuka smiled in a placating manner, shrugging his shoulders. Shikamaru grumbled more, throwing an arm across his eyes.

Kiba just had to move him into the sun didn’t he?

He heard the grass rustle as Kiba came up to him, dropping down beside him. He didn’t look up, deciding that one he was too lazy and two he was going to stay mad at him. His one button and Kiba had to push it, knowingly even.

Suddenly something extraordinarily cool and refreshing was placed on his brow. He sucked in a breath, feeling water drip down the sides of his forehead and weave into his hair, soaking into his sweaty locks and giving him the feeling of being clean again and not sweaty as a pig.

“Like that?” Kiba asked playfully, sliding the coldness along Shikamaru’s brow, easing it down his cheek and neck, leaving a trail of shivering skin in his wake. Shikamaru nodded, loving the coolness it brought to him, though he could feel the heat coming back already to his forehead.

“Good.” Kiba continued running the ice down Shikamaru’s body, tracing his collar bone with the tip of one corner. He moved down further, circling around and around the boy’s nipple in tighter and tighter intervals until the flesh was perked under the frozen, misshapen cube.

Kiba pulled his hand away, dropping the melting remnants into the grass beside them.

Shikamaru whimpered as the sun assaulted his body, heating him up faster then he’d been cooled off. Kiba had another ice cube out quickly, rubbing it around on the boy’s flat stomach to ease him, coating it in ice water.

Shikamaru’s body actually lifted into the soothing cool cube, arching off the ground to press more against it. Kiba smirked broader, slipping his free hand under and running it along the Nara’s spine.

The boy shuddered, twisting around on the ground. It felt so good after being so hot.

Kiba smirked, moving his legs to straddling the writhing boy, sliding two ice cubes up and circling both around the boy’s nipples. He licked his lips, watching them harden, the other panting underneath his touch.

“Kiba, you’re too hot…” Shikamaru whimpered halfheartedly. Something about the way Kiba was looking at him, and the delicious feel of the ice on his hot skin. The frozen water felt so good, and Kiba’s look, the feel of the cube across his nipple making him jerk into the other boy. Grinding his erection into Kiba’s.

Kiba slipped his hand down, letting one cube go, gravity pulling it down and leaving a slippery trail of ice water across the Nara’s ribs. The other he kept trailing down, until the cool cube, melted into a miniature now, was nosing at Shikamaru’s hemline, leaving a dark spot.

The movement made Shikamaru jerk again, a small spasm traveling throughout his body. He involuntarily pushed up, his hardness rubbing into Kiba’s. He began to pant, skin tingling from the mix of hot and cold.

“Mmm, hot or cold hot or cold…” Kiba said teasingly, reaching over and picking up a new piece of ice. Shikamaru briefly wondered what he was keeping the cubes in, but then Kiba was pressing the cube directly against his bulge, the ice melting immediately and dribbling down his blood engorged cock.

He began squirming and thrashing, nails digging into the soft grassy dirt. Kiba started rubbing his hand against him harder, digging the cube in through the cloth. Shikamaru bit his lip to keep sounds back.

They were outside after all, just a few pieces of wood without a roof to contain his vocalization. Kiba smirked down at him even more, pulling back. He leaned down, running his hands along Shikamaru’s front, sliding up, rubbing his still warm body across the Nara’s icy one. He stopped with his hands on either side of Shikamaru’s ribs, face just inches away.

“Wanna fuck?” Shikamaru smirked this time, tilting his head and kissing him deeply, tasting his hot tongue and teeth with his own.

“Hell yes I wanna fuck.” He said when they’d pulled away. Kiba grinned, moving away from him, pulling all of their clothing off easily. Shikamaru hissed slightly as his erection was freed, not realizing how hot his clothing had become on the organ.

Kiba gave no special warning or remark before a finger was inside, stretching and wriggling. Shikamaru did his best to hold still and keep quiet, glaring when Kiba expertly stroked at his prostate. He was trying not to get caught here.

Kiba only stuck his tongue out. He reached over once again, holding up an ice cube.

“Ready for this?’ He said almost smugly, reaching down. Shikamaru tensed all over, feeling such a cold thing begin to enter his hot entrance. The hole was just stretched enough that it would fit, but the actual cube was stretching him as Kiba got it in. Shikamaru could feel Kiba’s nails pressing at the very edges, realizing that he was holding the cube so it didn’t actually enter him.

He shivered.

“Let go.” He said, relaxing as his legs started to tremble. Kiba looked up, face flushed and eyes narrowing. “Let go. It’s just ice. It’ll melt.”

Kiba licked his lips, cock twitching. He did as told, watching hungrily as Shikamaru nudged it in enough for his body to swallow it, using a finger once he realized Kiba wasn’t going to do it.

It felt strange but utterly amazing.

He’d been so overheated; it was like someone had raised his core temperature permanently up a few notches.

Now it felt like they were lowering it back to normal again.

He squirmed worse than ever, his legs shaking and toes scrounging in the grass, little blades getting caught under his nails. He could feel it melting and trickling out, almost like the feel of spend only it wasn’t sticky and it was so cold.

“Kiba, fuck me.” He demanded once he felt it was sufficiently melted. The Inuzuka glanced down at him, not sure if he was fully stretched. Shikamaru spread himself wantonly, inviting hole glistening from the ice water. Kiba swallowed.

“Sure…” He said. He positioned himself, sliding a hand down to help spread the Nara as he entered if it was necessary. He pushed with his cockhead, slipping in and groaning. This was the coldest Shikamaru had ever been! And it felt so good.

“Oh, god…so tight and cold…” He could already feel it warming up, but it was still a shock from what he was used too. He began sliding out, shivering as he felt the other warming practically with every movement he did. By the time he slid back in, it was back to being warm and inviting, hugging his cock in a warm embrace.

“Fuck yes, Shikamaru…” He panted, beginning to go faster. Shikamaru panted encouragement back at him, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from saying much more. They both rocked against the other, meeting each other in an almost practiced way, Kiba groaning too loudly and Shikamaru not moaning loud enough.

Soon they reached their completion, Shikamaru’s cum mixing with the water that still resided on his chest. Kiba grunted, spilling shallowly in the Nara.

“That was worth getting out of bed, right?” Kiba said with a snicker. Shikamaru couldn’t glare, just smirking tiredly back.

“Yeah sure. Now help me get up and dressed.” Kiba grinned, helping with both. Once Shikamaru was on his feet and dressed though, he grabbed him, carrying him back into the house. Shikamaru began to struggle again.

“Put me down Kiba!”