The Actual Story:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/3355274#main
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I Didn't Write This it was Actually Written By:
http://archiveofourown.org/users/Efflorescent/pseuds/Efflorescent
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Summary:
“What do you mean you have a crush on my brother?!” Ian sat up and brought the covers with him, forcing Mickey to mirror him to keep warm.
“’HAD’ a crush on your brother. And what’s it fucking matter. You dated my sister, man.”
“That’s totally different considering she has a vagina. And don’t side track. You have a crush on fucking LIP?” Mickey would literally rather talk about his sister’s vagina than have this conversation.
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In which confessions of first crushes kind of backfires.
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It was cold. Very fucking cold to be exact. Mickey could feel his feet getting numb and wiggled them closer towards Ian, tucking them in between the taller man’s calves.
Ian immediately jumped with a start and flipped to face him.
“Why the hell are your feet so cold?!”
“Because it’s fucking February?” Mickey opted for moving his head in a quick motion towards the frosted window rather than removing his arms from beneath the blanket.
“Have you never heard of socks?”
“I’m not wearing socks to bed. The fact that you wear socks to bed makes me wonder how the hell you ever got laid.”
“Maybe the guys I got with just feel lucky to have me.”
“Or they have such low standards that your copper cock could be nine inches or three and they’d still fuck ya. You fuckin' struck gold with me.” Mickey smiled when Ian playfully glared at him but let out a shocked gasp when the asshole yanked the blanket from him completely.
“Fine fine! Everyone has a crush on your ginger ass and your fuckin' socks. C’mere.” Mickey tried pulling Ian toward him but he just ended up sliding himself closer when he pulled on Ian’s hips. Damn giant. Ian relented and cacooned Mickey back under the blankets, pressing the shorter man onto his chest.
“That’s pretty accurate, actually,” Ian started, “I actually fucked my first crush. So science says that it’s a fact.”
“You fucked your fir- who was your first crush?” Mickey was a little surprised and impressed. Not jealous. Not jealous at all.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Ian is smirking and scoots lower on the bed so they’re at eye level.
“Fuck off and tell me.”
“Guess.” Oh. So Ian felt like bein’ coy and shit. Yeah. Not happenin’.
“Mark Lowndes.” Ok. Guess it is happenin'.
“Nope. Hot, but no.”
“Mack Wright.”
“I don’t think I could ever fuck a guy whose first name is Mackenzie.”
“Adam Lamere.”
“Nope. But hint: the guy played football with Adam.” Ian wiggled his eyebrows and smiled when he saw the realization dawn on Mickey’s face.
“…. Not Roger Spikey.”
“Yes Roger Spikey.”
Mickey sat up on one elbow. Holy shit.
“Holy shit. Donkey dick Roger Spikey? That fuckhead? How the hell did you have a crush on that dickweed?!” Fuck that ‘not being jealous’ shit.
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