Ice Cream

[I had a whole other drabble I was writing but since all of ya'll are so heart dead over Truth or Dare parts 3-5 I figured I better do this first]

[Here is your floof to make you feel better <3]

Michael waited in line patiently as the customer ahead of him ordered a double mocha scoop with extra sprinkles. It was taking an extra bit of time due to the inventory check being off on sprinkles, causing the staff the panic while they looked for extra in the back. Michael was starting to get anxious as the staff didn't return for awhile. He glanced behind him outside the window front of the ice cream parlor. There, at a two-top table, sat a cute boy that Michael couldn't help but stare at him with a loving gaze, barely noticing that it was his turn in line.

"Sir?" The employee frowned as Michael didn't answer, "Sir are you going to order or...?"

Michael blinked out of his daze and whipped around, his face flush, "O-oh yeah, could I get one scoop of cherry-berry-blast in a cake-cone and one scoop of cookie-dough in a sugar-cone?" He planned to give the sugar-cone to the boy outside.

The employee nodded and prepared the ice cream, giving Michael a chance to steal another glance outside before he was handed the cones. Struggling to hold both of them, he finally managed to get his wallet out and pull out a five dollar bill. He was too anxious to get outside to wait for his change and strode out of the shop. His smile widened as he approached the boy, sitting down across from him. He handed him the sugar-cone cookie-dough scoop, "They were all out of Mocha...they guy ahead of me got the rest, is this okay?"

Jeremy smiled, "You could have gotten me my least favorite kind of ice cream and I would have loved it, coming from you." He placed his hand down on the table hintingly.

Michael got the hint and placed his hand on top of Jeremy's, enclosing his fingers between his.

This caused Jeremy's hands to grow shaky, causing him to drop his ice cream on the table, "Oh shoot!" Jeremy frowned, clutching Michael's hand guiltily, "I'm sorry..." With his other hand he started to reach for his wallet, "I can pay for it-"

Michael shook his head, "No, it's fine- it was going to get eaten or splatted, either way it would be gone." He tilted his own cone towards Jeremy, "We can split this one."

"N-No no, it's fine, Michael. I'd feel bad for taking your Ice cream."

"Seriously, I insist." He tilted the ice cream a bit more towards Jeremy.

"...Still, I'd feel bad."

"And I'll feel bad if you don't get any-" He tilted it so much towards Jeremy's face that a part of it slid away from the cone and onto Jeremy's nose.

He let out a squeak of surprise. Crossing his eyes to look at the melting dessert.

Michael withdrew the ice cream, not being able to contain a laugh as the blushy look on Jeremy's face.

"Man am I lucky to have boyf-riend like you." Michael chuckled, leaning forward to kiss the ice cream off Jeremy's nose.