Shannon wrapped his fingers around the cup, smiling a little as the heat slowly seeped into his sore hands. A sigh escaped him as he regarded the cup thoughtfully. He loved hot chocolate, loved it like women loved shoes. Sweet and rich, smooth and hot, it was the perfect thing to make him feel better when nothing else did. It was a guilty pleasure of sorts, though. Just didn’t seem right somehow that a manly, badass drummer could love hot chocolate. Made him look like…well, his brother. Now Jared loved hot chocolate and didn’t give a damn who knew.
Every since they were kids, Jared would finish his first and then swipe his finger around the inside of the cup to get every last little bit. He was nearly 38 years old and still did it, which was a little embarrassing especially if they were in a coffee shop. Tim and Tomo kind of ignored Jared when he did that in public, but on the bus, it was another matter entirely. One of them would tell the poor guy that he’d missed some and, well, it was hilarious to watch his little brother lose his mind trying to see exactly where there was still chocolate in the cup.
A chuckle escaped him and he lifted the cup, his tongue lapping softly at the mound of whipped cream on top of the hot chocolate. Couldn’t have hot chocolate without whipped cream. None of that canned crap, either. It had to be the good stuff, the real thing that took effort to make. Sometimes, just for the hell of it, he’d sprinkle cinnamon on top of it or even some shaved chocolate, if he could get it. Either one of those paired with real whipped cream just made it that much more satisfying.
Smiling a little, Shannon took his first sip and almost moaned as the chocolate flavor burst on his tongue like tiny explosions. Nothing like good hot chocolate…well, except sex, maybe. Good thing was, he was just creative enough to know just how to combine chocolate and sex. And that made him very happy.
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