Shamelessly Smutty

elevator music is not sexy.

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Summary: Remember when Ian didn't sign those marriage papers in ssn 10, Mickey stormed off into the elevator and Ian followed. What would have happened if the elevator broke and they were left to work things out and do other stuff IYKWIM?

Warnings: language, sex, public sex (kinda)

Words: 1764

Season: 10

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"Jesus Christ," Mickey couldn't' find his escape since Ian slipped into the elevator before it had closed.

"Maybe we should have thought a bit more about this don't you think?" Ian's voice sounded so unsure that it made Mickey want to jump off the building.

"Then why did you fuckin bring it up?" he wanted to cry, throw something, hurt someone.

But what made matters worse, was the shudder of the metal box before it came to a complete stop.

"No fuckin way," Mickey mumbled under his breath.

This is why I hate the world. Always tryna screw you over.

"Fuckkk, I think the elevator is stuck," Ian stated.

"No shit Sherlock, how observant of you," Mickey was about fed up with this bullshit. First Ian doesn't want to marry him and now they are stuck together in this broken elevator for God knows how long.

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It feels like hours when in reality it's only been 10 minutes spent pressing the emergency call button. Of course, that doesn't work either, nor does cell service. Ian's subtly trying to calm down his "lover" before he punches a hole straight through the wall.

Ian decides to break the awkward silence by apologizing to Mickey, "I'm sorry."

"Don't get shit to be sorry for man," Mickey doesn't even look at Ian.

"I shouldn't have gotten your hopes up that way, I just don't think we are ready."

"You're not ready Gallagher, I'm just waiting on you as always. I mean it's fine you don't have to marry me if you don't want to," Mickey's voice is getting quieter and quieter as he loses all confidence talking.

"Mick-"

"Gallagher if you're gonna be like this the whole time we are stuck in here I'm gonna fuckin' murder you," Mickey can't even make his threats sound convincing. He feels so defeated.

"Would you just listen, please? "

"Ian frankly I'm done giving a shit about any of this. Alright? It's done, it's over, we can forget this shit even happened."

"Baby," Ian moves slowly closer to Mickey in hopes of not making him flinch and start swinging, whilst Mickey's eyes stay downcast to the floor. "Mickey, I want to marry you, hell, I would have gone through the whole process of putting a ring on it. But as of right now, I think it's a little early. That's all. The testifying thing just gave a reason to do it sooner, but now that it's over--"

"You don't want to marry me," Mickey interrupted.

"No, not that, I just want us to be settled before we make any big jumps you know? Finish parole, get legal jobs. I just don't want to rush through this baby, as of now I have all the time in the world with you. Do you get that?"

"I guess."

"You going to look at me now? Maybe kiss me?"

"You're lucky I love you so much," Mickey murmurs as he finally looks up at the redhead. Ian lets a small smile on his face as he looks down at the man he loves.