After a wild night, Ian notices something and it does not sit well with him.
Tw: bruises, past trauma, past child abuse, past physical abuse
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To say Mickey felt sore was an understatement. His body ached but in the most delicious way. To him, it felt like he ran a marathon and the soreness in his body felt as a reward. He's always liked it rough. Ever since he was a teenager and him and Ian were figuring out their kinks and turn on's. He remembers very vividly when they began trying out kinks, Ian had once shoved him into a wall, then began shamelessly fucking him into the wall after lifting him up off the ground, that's when Mickey knew Ian had a kinkier side and even a rougher side.
He doesn't even know how many rounds they went last night, celebrating their one year anniversary, celebrating in the most "them" way. Fucking all night until they could barely move. Oddly, the rough ones always made Mickey feel safe, warm, and relaxed. It make him feel vulnerable and that all his power and control was under Ian, it felt fucking good.
As he laid in the bed, counting over and over the freckles spread across Ian's body, he couldn't help but feel a sting. It hurt for a moment, his finger had stopped tracing Ian's body. When it went away, he felt it start again. He winced softly, his muscles sore and his knees sore. Besides the sting, everything felt good. Then the sting came back. He moved onto his back and stared at their apartment ceiling. He looked over at the clock, it was only about four in the morning. The sudden urge to pee got him up. He pulled over a grey shirt, probably Ian's and some black basketball shorts.
As he got up, he winced slightly then continued his journey onto the bathroom, stretching his arm and rubbing his neck. After finishing his business, he smiled as he stared into the mirror. His flushed face, goosebumps spreading because of the morning cold. His hair ruffled, some strands sticking to his forehead. He smiled sweetly and that sting came back. He winced and bit his lip. He stared at himself for a moment then he raised his shirt up.
As he saw his skin, he could see the red slight scratches from Ian's nails, and then the mixed color of green and blue. He didn't think of anything of it until he turned his back, bruises spread on his skin, two or three. He raised his shirt more up on his back, more spread. He looked over and his arm, some placed faintly. He smiled softly remembering what Ian had done to him. He pulled his shirt down, looking at his neck, some faint hickeys and small bruises, he smiled as he could still remember the feeling of Ian's soft lips on his skin.
He noticed he wasn't alone in the bathroom anymore when he looked in the mirror and saw Ian standing by the doorway. Standing in a navy blue shirt and grey sweats.They made eye contact in the mirror and Mickey turned to smile at him, only Ian didn't smile.
"Hey, you alright?" Mickey asked and walked a little closer to him.
"I'm sorry." Ian said barely a whisper.
"What? What are you talking about?" Mickey asks with a laugh.
Ian swallows hard and shakes his head.
"I can't believe I did that to you." He whispers and Mickey tries to make eye contact with him.
Then it clicks, the bruises.
"Ian, hey no, it's alright." Mickey says and Ian steps back.
Ian shakes his head and sighs.
"Mickey you have no idea how sorry I am." Ian says and Mickey shakes his head.
"Hey, hey, hey." Mickey says and Ian shakes his head again, slightly cursing at himself.
This time, Mickey pulls Ian so he can hold him, he holds his shoulders to make Ian look at him.
"Ian, hey." He says trying to get Ian's attention.
"I'm alright, I promise you that, I'm more than alright." Mickey says and smiles.
Ian shakes his head. The bruises, he doesn't understand how he could have done that. Mickey has had bruises on his skin, he's had cuts, burns, fucking bullets marked onto his skin. Some back form when he was a child, a teenager, some not long ago. Ian winces. He didn't even think about the trauma he could have brought back onto his husband. That's what hurts him the most, the pain that he inflicted on Mickey before once or twice, but the pain Terry brought onto Mickey, that was worse. The pain marked on his body, damaging Mickey physically, emotionally, and mentally.
Mickey noticed Ian spaced out, when he finally got him back, he smiles sweetly. Ian finally looks at him and they stare at each, just simply breathing. Mickey licks his lips and smiles. Mickey leans up and places a small kiss on Ian forehead.
"You're aren't hurting me." Mickey softly whispers.
"You would never hurt me." Mickey adds and Ian leans his forehead on Mickeys, the tension and worriedness leaving his body.
"I love you." Mickey whispers and Ian smiles then nods.
"I love you too." He responds and Mickey smiles and laughs quietly.
"Come on, let's go to bed." Mickey says and Ian nods.
They walk back to bed together, climb in together. Their bed is much better than that air mattress. Mickey wouldn't have it either way, they could be sleeping on the floor and Mickey wouldn't mind. As long as Ian was by his side and he was by Ian's. A person could feel like home and to Mickey, Ian is that person.
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