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Damn Nathan for making Warren stand outside in the sweltering heat to watch his car. Bastard is too damn paranoid! All he's doing is getting snacks!
Finally, Nathan exits the corner store…
...but with only one ice cream in hand.
“...Nathan?? Where's my ice cream??”
Said boy just nonchalantly walks to his car and hops in, a disgruntled Warren following. “I don't have t’buy you nothing.”
“It's like, a hundred degrees out! And you're filthy rich!” Warren argues while wiping the sweat from his forehead with his wrist. But Nathan smirks and holds up the name brand ice cream bar in Warren's face.
“What would you do for a Klondike bar?” Nathan sings.
This fucker…
Warren's face splits into into a grin. Two can play at that game.
“Well,” Warren starts with the best baritone voice he could muster. And it actually comes out quite sexy if you asked him. “Whatever you want me to.” And he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
But Nathan, a pure hater and unappreciative of artful sexual advances, rolls his eyes and starts the car.
Warren leans back in the passenger seat and stares longingly at the ice cream. Nathan's even biting deliberately hard just to tease.
“Okay then, what would you do for a Klondike bar?”
Nathan blinks, and takes a few seconds to actually think for a plausible answer.
“I'd kidnap someone.”
Warren gawks. “Dude! Kidnapping jokes aren't funny!”
Nathan shrugs and finishes off the ice cream. “It worked for me.”
Warren fears he'll never completely understand his lover.