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The door swung open and before Mickey could even sit up from his napping spot on the couch, a redheaded boy was sitting ontop of him.
"Mick," he almost yelled, leaning down for a quick hello-kiss.
"I've got like two very, very exciting things to tell you. I'm so excited!"
Mickey who was still half asleep rubbed his eyes with his hands.
"You're excited? I hadn't noticed." Ian just rolled his eyes at his sarcastic boyfriend and quickly yanked off his coat. He looked at Mickey expectantly, nervously pounding his finger onto Mickeys chest.
"Aren't you gonna ask me what happened?" He questioned, a little disappointed.
Mickey yawned extensively and placed his hands on the redheads hips.
"Will you give me a second? I was working the night shift yesterday, remember?"
Ian didn't seem to care.
"Alright, fine.", Mickey mumbled and wiggled to sit up a little straighter.
"What happened?"
Ian's face was almost bursting from the big smile he was wearing and even while being paralyzingly tired, Mickey couldn't help but smile back.
"I got a call on my way to the store. Guess what? I GOT INTO ICE!!!"
The older mans mouth fell open at the statement and it took him a few seconds to comprehend what the man on his lap was saying.
"Say that again!" Ian smiled proudly and repeated his sentence.
"I got into the Institute of Culinary Education, Mick. I actually got in."
Mickey shook his head in disbelief and pulled Ian closer to give him a big kiss.
"Congratulations. I knew you could do it. I told you!" Ian grabbed his hands and smiled brightly.
"I know you did. Thank you. I love you!"
The last sentence almost got stuck in his throat as he realized what he was saying. Ian looked at their intertwined hands as his cheeks slowly turned the color of his hair. They had been together over six month now but they had yet to say their I-Love-You's.
"Uh, the second thing", he said, quick to move on. There was still a chance Mickey hadn't heard him.
"I haven't told you this, because I didn't want you to get your hopes up, but I've been looking into pawn shops everytime I saw one on the street or something and I hadn't found anything until today."
Mickey was looking at him, overwhelmed with everything that was happening, but now that he was suspecting where this speech was leading to, he listened carefully.
"Look what that place in Queens had lying around in their window."
Mickeys face turned even paler as he watched his boyfriend reach into his pocket and pulling out a small coin. He put it into the older mans hand and smiled at him excitedly.
"That's Iggy's coin, right? Please tell me I didn't bring home the wrong one." Mickey nodded and turned the coin in his hands.
"It's his", he said weakly and placed it on the couch table, before pulling Ian even closer.
"Thank you, Ian. I don't know what to say." Ian smiled at him and brushed his hand through his dark hair, as he buried his head in the crook of his neck.
"You know I love you, too, right?" He asked when they were face to face again.
"More than anything." Ian nodded and laughed relievedly.
"Oh thank fucking god. I almost died there for a second." He grinned when he met Mickeys disapproving glance.
"Thank fucking god? Pretty sure the Christians would be offended by that. Might wanna rephrase your sentence."
Ian shook his head at Mickey talking nonsense and pulled him into a long, lingering kiss.
"Wanna go get celebratory Starbucks?" Ian nodded and five minutes later they were on their way.
"Which syrup do you want in yours today?", Ian asked Mickey 30 minutes later who was sitting in one of the big leather chairs. The older man puffed out his cheeks and looked around as if to check if somebody had heard the redhead speak.
"Please, I'm a manly man. I don't take some girly syrup in my coffee." Ian smirked and rolled his eyes, waiting for a serious answer.
"So..., Caramel?", he asked. Mickey nodded corroboratively. "Yeah, definitely."
The redhead shook his head laughing and disappeared, leaving Mickey behind, his brother's coin safely in his hand.
Ian returned a couple of minutes later.
"They need to refill something so they'll bring the coffee here once they're ready. Mickey nodded absentmindedly.
"Mandy asked if we could watch the kids again tomorrow night after we go to dinner together. She needs to play trophy wife at some gallery afterwards." The older man nodded.
"Sure, I love having the little shitheads around. Is Karen coming, too?"
Ian huffed and nodded.
"Yeah, Mandy loves her. They do everything together now. She says they're besties. Guess I got ousted."He looked a little down about it so Mickey reached out his hand and Ian took it.
"Don't worry. Chicks are never best friends for long. They'll fight about something and you guys'll be back to normal in no time. Plus, I'll be your best friend."
Ian rubbed his hand with his thumb and shot him a crooked smile.
"You're already my boyfriend." The older man didn't seem to mind.
"So, can't I be both?" Ian shook his head.
"No, I need a best friend to talk about you. About us. I can't do that if you're my best friend." Mickey suddenly sat up straight, an alarmed look on his face.
"What do you mean you talk about me? With Mandy?" Before he could get his answer, a young blonde girl approached with a trey and two cups of coffee on it.
"Here you go, guys. One Caramel Latte and One Vanilla Latte. Anything else I can get you?" Ian looked around on their table.
"Thanks. Sugar, maybe?" The girl nodded and walked away.
Mickey scoffed.
"Why do you need sugar anyways?"
Ian shrugged. "Why don't you?"
Mickey grinned goofily and raised an eyebrow. "Because I'm already sweet enough."
The redhead giggled and shook his head.
A couple of minutes after, the girl came back with a sugar caster in her hand, smiling apologetically.
"So we seem to be out of regular sugar at the moment. Would brown sugar be okay?"
Mickey straightened again and shook his head vehemently.
"Hell no. This is a brown sugar free zone. He'll take sweetener instead."