GALLAVICH EVERYTHING

Flight Pt.1

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Blog: shamelessly4shameless

Word Count: 1609

Prompt: none

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"Well, this fuckin' sucks."

"Can you just stop fussing for two minutes, please?"

Ian shot Mickey a look that he usually reserved for Yevgeny when he was on the verge of a tantrum. Mickey raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes with an expression that clearly said 'Well you fuckin' brought me here'.

"Look, the security check is always the worst bit..."

"Yeah, if you're a god damned terrorist which we're NOT!"

The last word lifted in a shout at the old black security guard stood by the body scanners. The guard frowned at Mickey but then rolled his eyes and mercifully decided to ignore him.

"Would you stop?"

Ian hissed, jerking Mickey round to face him. Mickey's cheek distorted as he pushed his tongue into it and Ian sighed and allowed a smile to touch the tight line of his compressed lips.

"What's the matter? Is it really the wait or are you worried about flying?"

"Course I'm worried about fuckin' flying! You put a load of assholes in a tin can that is powered on fire and ..."

"What?"

Ian laughed and Mickey spread his hands in front of him with a gesture of impatience

"Fuckin' fire, Ian."

"They don't ... wait ... Why do you think they run on fire?"

"Flames shoot out the back of them when they take off, I've seen it on TV. It's fuckin' crazy."

Mickey murmured absently as he peered around the woman in front of him and scowled at someone at the very front of the queue who was rummaging for something in their suitcase, a small pile of clothes and shoes beside them.

"Oh sure, by all means start unpacking your shit here, that oughta speed things up real well."

"Sir, don't yell at the other passengers."

The security guard sounded tired and Ian kind of felt bad for the guy but Mickey, always happy to spell shit out for people, pointed his passport at him like a gun and snapped

"Then you fuckin' do it, numbnuts. We all got flights to catch and personally I wouldn't mind missing mine and goin' home but pretty sure all these other people want to get fuckin' movin'."

The security guard stepped forward angrily, ready for a confrontation and Ian gripped Mickey's arm hard

"Don't you fucking dare."

He breathed, not bothering to look down at his boyfriend. Mickey cleared his throat in a manner that suggested Ian remove his hand immediately but Ian retained his grip and smiled sweetly at the guard

"Sorry, nervous flier. But uh, he does kind of have a point. Think you could maybe get that guy to let someone who's ready go ahead of him?"

The crowd around them made a low murmur of agreement and the guard, pooched his lower lip out as he considered his options with regard to the two young men before him. It almost certainly wasn't worth the headache of trying to take on the small one and the bigger one had raised a fairly decent point ...