what happens after

spoken over lunch

"you signed the papers right?" mickey flicks through the slim booklet that lied in front of him "im still getting through it mick, but I think she will be ours within a few weeks" ian sighs, he begins to pick up his own booklet and scan through it "what will you be getting?" ian crooked an eyebrow as he looks up from the page to face eye-to-eye with mickey. 

"just a grilled steak sandwich, and a beer" he nibbles on his bottom lip as he picks off the skin, "ill get one aswell then" ian starts to form a smile "I love you" mickey mutters, his voice becoming quite unnoticeable "what was that?" ian teases "shut up" mickey gives him the finger, ian slides his booklet to the side and grabs both of mickeys freakishly small hands "I love you to-" 

the waiter had arrived, red apron, booklet in hand, pen in an apron pocket, black t-shirt- and has a familiar voice, "what would you two men like today?" the man takes his pen out of the chest pocket "just a grilled steak sandwich with your best-recommended beer and another grilled sandwich with beer!" mickey looks up to see the man, the man had looked down and the two as his mouth dropped "mickey, didn't know you were here- and is this your husband-" Trevor looks to the side to see ian starting to look up at him "Trevor?" "ian?"

"you guys know each other?" mickey frowns, he lets go of ians hands as the two men begin to start up a conversation "er, yeah mick, he was my ex-boyfriend, remember? when we met up at the docks-" ian grins "Yeah, whatever," he remarks.

"I haven't seen you in ages! what are you doing in the westside?" ian smiles, "just on a break from life, got plenty of money from the gay Jesus shit, wanted a getaway plan" Trevor smirks "after you leaving I needed a distraction, but it's alright, im in a good place now" Trevor sighs "shit! are you guys on a date, my bad" Trevor hold his hands up and shakes them "it's alright- mick and I usually go out anyways" ian chuckles.

mickey was practically ignored and pushed out of the photo, jealousy built up but he didn't want to make a big deal, after all, they are going to start a proper family soon... he didn't want to fuck this up "can we get our fucking order now? im starvin'..." mickey chuckles, brushing the annoyance off.

"right... sorry, ill get that right to the front desk-" Trevor walks away as he tears off the page from his notepad "mick what was that?" ian frowns.

ian knew mickey in and out, he could figure out mickeys emotions within seconds, and right now he knew mickey was annoyed, but why? he and Trevor were getting along before- what had changed? 

"nothing? why you asking.." he crooks an eyebrow "I- nothing..." ian brushes off the statement, silence just fled around, ian was on his phone and mickey just sat there. it was too quiet for the two men, they would talk constantly... a few minutes fled by and their sandwiches were here, Trevor handed them their food on trays "thanks" ian nods, Trevor just walks away and gives both men a small nod.

mickey doesn't say anything as he takes in a good bite, "mick, what the fuck is up with you?" ian slams his phone down, "shit, are you on your man period? im fuckin' fine for fucks sake" mickey frowns, "stop the shit mick, you've gone fucking quiet- did I say something?" ian sighs.

"no, just eat your fucking sandwich man.." mickey takes in another bite, then a few sips of his beer "whatever man, act like nothing is bothering you, im not dealing with this today" ian mutters "fuck sake man, tough tits huh? im taking a bloody smoke..." mickey throws his hands up and takes the cigs from out of his pocket.

- 

mickey leaned up against the brick wall outside the little dine-in, taking a long drag from his cigarette, but then the door swings open then closed, he turns to face the person and notices its ian "oh, it's you" mickey frowns. "yes it's me" ian puts on an awkward face "can I?" as ian points his eyes to the cigarette in between his fingers "whatever man" mickey grins.

"mick- im sorry for whatever I did" ian mumbles "what's that?" mickey raised an eyebrow "im sorry" ian sighs. "why?" mickey questions "you seem mad at me" ian looks down as he removes the cig from his lips "im fine man, don't get all pissy, I love you" mickey chuckles, maybe he was just jealous the guy was ians ex, he thought ian would make a move or cheat on him... again.

"I love you too" ian smiles, he looks up and walks over to be feet in front of mickey "I love you a lot" ian smirks, he leans in towards mickey and presses one of his hands up against the brick wall. "we are in the middle of fucking lunch man-" mickey shoves him aside.

"lunch instead of sex? when was that a thing?" ian chuckles, "im just stravin' man... once we get out of here we can bang all you want" mickey pecks ians lips and punches him playfully in his left arm as he walks back over to the door.

both men made their way back to their table, "im thinking of taking up another job" ian mutters as he picks up a single chip, biting into it slowly, "oh yeah? like what" mickey looks at him "don't know, "maybe storage work, trash duty?" ian crooks a smile "cross trash duty, not coming home to you smelling like a shithole" mickey chuckles.

"storage work? it's easy after all" ian smirks "didn't you do that shit before?" mickey mumbles as he begins stuffing his face with more steak "then I have more experience" he laughs, "maybe be an EMT?" mickey questions, a slow smirk spreads across his face "bipolar" ian frowns... "how'd you get in last time? fake an ID?" mickey chuckles, "eh, something like that..." "whatever man, we have enough money at the moment, you still have enough time" mickey places his hand on the table for ian to hold.

"ill keep an eye out" ian reaches for mickeys hand and rubs mickeys thumb with his own "you ready to head out?" mickey raises an eyebrow "just about..." ian grabs his beer with his other free hand and finishes the last few drops "now" ian puts the glass down, "ill go pay" mickey lets go of ians hand and shuffled out of his seat, getting up and going over to ian to cup his face and place a quick kiss on his lips.

mickey went to the front counter and paid the balance, "67.30" the woman at the front said, "right," mickey nods and taps his card of the scanner, he makes his way back to their table "get up red, we are heading out" mickey snaps "alright, im getting up" ian smiles.

the two men walk side by side together, hand in hand, walking down the sidewalk, ian looks over to mickey "c'mere" ian wraps his arm around Mickey, as his hand falls over mickeys shoulder as he squeezes one of mickeys pecks. he presses a long kiss on mickeys cheek "I love you" he mumbles against Mickey's soft skin.

"fuck you" he elbows ians in the hip "shit" ian chuckles, mickey laughs softly.