Ass-Creed: How to catch a cold

Humming to himself, Shaun opened the freezer door, scanning what lay inside.

He sighed. It had been weeks since they'd gone shopping, there was barely anything left. Pulling at the boxes of icepops that were labelled 'Desmond', he turned on his heel.

A small red carton stood at the back of the freezer, hidden behind the frozen treats. Confused, the Historian reached out for it, his fingers freezing cold.

Labelled 'Shaun', it was a tub of plain vanilla ice cream, picked up on one of the shopping trips. Pulling the top off, he realised it was unopened, the plastic pink spoon still inside. Placing Desmond's icepops back carefully, Shaun turned around, jamming the spoon into frozen treat, happy.

As he turned around, he stared at golden eyes, as he was pushed hard into the freezing metal of the door. The carton fell from his fingertips, the back of his shirt pulled up just as quickly.

As the person in front of him leaned back, Shaun blinked, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his breath.

"Des?"

The American was muttering something softly, his hands reaching out to pull Shaun's head closer to his own, their lips meeting between the words Desmond muttered.

"Shit, you're Altair tonight, aren't you?" He asked, as Desmond parted his shirt, fingers brushing against chilled skin.

Desmond's hands ghosted over Shaun's sides, making the Englishman gaps and writhe, fighting back giggles. "Des, stop it, you're tickling me!"

Laughter escaped him, and Shaun fell to his knees as Desmond continued the tickling assault, his fingers curling into smooth skin. Gasping for air, the Englishman fell to lay flat on the floor, his shirt tangled around his arms.

Pushing his wrists above his head, Desmond leaned down, their lips meeting in gentle, slow kisses. Shaun waited as the Assassin reached up, and laid something cold against Shaun's chest.

Trying to sit up, the Englishman whined as he was forced back down. Something cold and wet was trailing across his stomach, and he fought not to move.

Lips met his again, and something sweet dribbled down his cheek. Desmond pulled away, chewing, and Shaun blinked, staring at the bowl of fresh fruit Desmond held.

Biting back gasps and the urge to arch up into the gentle touch, Shaun lay as still as he could as Desmond carefully arranged fruit across his exposed torso, occasionally pausing to share or suckle at his fingers. Shivering slightly, the Englishman groaned as a well placed knee rubbed against him, almost making him buck away.

Desmond paused for a moment, studying Shaun carefully, before he lowered his mouth to the Englishman's chest, lifting a slice of fruit away and to the other's mouth. Shaun accepted the kiwi slice silently, lips brushing against lips briefly.

Desmond continued to work in silence, lifing fruit from Shaun's chest to his mouth, only pausing to lap at citrus soaked skin, teeth nipping here and there.

Shivering a little harder, Shaun lifted himself up. "I dont mean to be an arse, love, but I'm freezing my ass off here."

Desmond's head lifted, and he smiled at the Englishman. "Maybe we should go to bed, then."

For a moment, Shaun stared at him, before lashing out, bring his hands down to hit Desmond's shoulder. "You asshole, I thought you were Altair!"

"I was...then...I started thinking of how I wished it were you underneath me, and the memory ended..." Desmond smiled. "You brought me back, love."

Shaun stared at him for a moment, before a smile lit up his lips. "Come on, before I catch a cold."

"Aw, I'll warm you up." Desmond leaned down, pausing an inch away. "But you might wanna get a shower. You're all sticky."

"What's the point in me showering if you're going to make me sticky again?" Shaun asked. A flush lit up Desmond's cheeks, and he swatted at the Englishman playfully.

"Naughty Shaun!"

"Oh please. You love it."

***

"And that would be how I caught my cold." Shaun sighed, pushing his glasses back up his nose. Lucy rolled her eyes.

"Well, it serves you damn well right. If you want to have sex in front of the fridge, make sure it's closed." She shook her head. "I've no sympathy for you."