Hot Chocolate
"Here," Mickey said, shoving the paper cup into Ian's hand.
"What's this?" Ian asked, surprised. He'd been bored out of his mind sitting at the register of the Kash and Grab while Mickey was on his break.
"What the fuck's it look like?" Mickey snapped back, taking the white plastic lid off of his own drink. Ian craned his neck and saw what looked like hot chocolate in Mickey's cup.
"You got me hot chocolate?" he wondered, smile slowly creeping onto his cheeks. It wasn't like Mickey to do something nice for him, especially since Ian hadn't even asked him to. Ian opened the lid of his cup and saw the mountain of whipped cream topped with a caramel swirl. "With whipped cream and caramel?" he added, when Mickey hadn't replied to his first question.
Mickey scowled at him and walked to the back of the store, presumably to get his Security jacket. Ian took a sip of his hot chocolate, the cold whipped cream mixing with the hot drink to make the perfect combined temperature in his mouth. He stuck his finger into the toppings and licked off some of the caramel. It was his favorite wintertime drink.
Mickey walked back and Ian was absolutely beaming at him. Mickey's hot chocolate had no toppings, but he'd remembered exactly how Ian liked his. Better yet, Mickey had had to order the drink, and had probably been embarrassed about 'sounding like a faery or whatever' while doing.
"What?" Mickey asked finally, when all Ian did was smile like an idiot whenever he looked up.
"Nothing... thanks for the drink," he said, taking another sip.
"Whatever," Mickey responded with a shrug.