Ian and Mickey get into an argument and Ian ends up sleeping in the living room, until Mickey comes in after feeling bad.
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Things were going good for the two men. Terry ended up pissing off the wrong person and for that, the old basterd was gone. Mandy came back after hearing the death upon her father to spread the ashes in a literal dump and say her goodbyes to her fuck head father. After the short visit from, both men decided it was time they leave the Gallagher's home and stay at Mickeys old house, but only for a while.
So the two boys moved into the old Milkovich house after realizing it was way to crowed. Lip and Tammi left to Milwaukee with Freddy, Sandy and Debbie stayed at the Gallagher house with Franny. Liam stayed with Debbie while Carl went back to high school to get his diploma, or GED, he didn't really give a shit, as long as he got something out of it. Carl stayed at the Gallagher house and had a pretty new girlfriend, Allison. Her family was a shit show as well, so she usually crashed with Carl.
That left the house with six people, not much space but hey, two less people running around.
Mickey really didn't enjoy being back at the old hell hole, but him and Ian did need their own place, so it wasn't permanent just temporary. They had to do a lot of renovations and fix the shit hole up, now it was a pretty decent shit hole. When they first moved in, everything was good, they could do anything they wanted to do at their house without no kids or siblings in the way. Mickey ended up getting a job at club as a bouncer and Ian finally got his old job as an EMT back.
But now, something was wrong. Ian worked in the morning and Mickey worked the night shifts, they hardly saw each other. On their days off they would spend as much time as they could. Even before they were newlyweds, they did have a difficult time seeing each other. That was when Ian was a fucking dancer, well Mickey, he was more of a bodyguard to him. The married men could admit, they were arguing more than usual. At first it was little things like Mickey forgetting to dump the trash, Ian forgetting to do the dishes, hell even if one of them forgot to buy extra lube or condoms, all hell would break lose. Even though they fought, they always made up. They never went to bed angry at each other. Until one night.
Currently Ian was up watching reruns of Glee, yeah if he couldn't be any gayer. It was just past two in the morning and Mickey was not home yet. Ian tried calling him but after a short text, "gettin beers with the guys.", Ian was worried. That text was almost three hours ago. He did trust Mickey, he trusted Mickey with his life, but he was worried. I mean how could you not worry that your husband is out at this hour. What made him more upset was the fact that it was Ian's day off that day. He and Mickey spent the day together watching the show and just enjoying each other's company. Mickey was called in a little early, way early. He was called in around four in the afternoon. So he should have been back around 12 or so but he wasn't.
Ian watched as they sung the mashup of 'Rumor has it' and 'Someone like you', trying his best not to get deep into the lyric. He slouched as the main singer sang with so much emotion, he barely heard the front door open. His eyes shifted to Mickey walking in and Mickey stopped, busted. They stare at each for a minute before Mickey continues taking his shoes and jacket off. Ian pauses the show and raised his eyebrows then stood up. "It's past two." He says and Mickey scoffs, "Yeah thanks captain obvious." Mickey walks pass him and sits on the couch. "You still watching this shit?" He asks and Ian continues standings with his arms cross. "I thought you would be back earlier." Ian's says. "I told you I was the guys, we just had a couple at the alibi, sit down and chill out." Mickey says annoyed. Ian stands there still staring at him. "Jesus what?" Mickey asks now standing up. "I was worried, and that short ass text didn't relieve any pressure." Ian says looking at Mickey. "Ian I'm a grown ass man, I can take care of myself just fine." Mickey says walking by him. "Oh well I'm sorry your husband was fucking worried about you." Ian say while walking behind him. Mickey grunts as a response. "Hello I'm talking to you." Ian says and Mickey turns around. They are standing in their room now. "Fuck , alright, you know I'm getting tired of this, you don't need to worry about me, what did you think was gonna happen." Mickey asks. "Anything could have happened, someone could have jumped you or you know." Ian says barely whispering the last part. Mickey eyebrows raise and he laughs. "Is that what you think, I'd fucking cheat?" He asks. Ian takes and step back and laughs, "Look at our situation Mickey, never crossed your mind?" He asks instantly regretting it. "Oh well Ian hate to break it to you, but I'm not hanging out around a club waiting for someone to take me home and drug me up like some of us did!" Mickey yells. Ian looks down at the floor and shakes his head. "Fine." Is the only word Ian's says and walks towards the bed. He grabs his pillow and goes to the closet. Mickeys breath becomes shaky, "Ian, please don't go." He begs. He hates this, he never wanted to see Ian walk away from him, not again.
Ian comes out of the closet and Mickey sees him holding the spare blanket they keep in the closet. "I'm not leaving asshole, I'm taking the couch, enjoy jerking yourself off." Ian says and slams the bedroom door.
Mickey sits on the bed, a little relieved. He's happy Ian's not leaving, Christ he's in the next room. One thing he doesn't like, sleeping alone. It's just as bad. Mickey can hear Ian mumbling something and then the show playing. He can hear them singing. Mickey gets up and gets ready for bed, listening to the music from the TV. He comes out of the bathroom and stares at the empty bed.
It's never been like this. Yes they would argue, but it would lead to great make-up sex and cuddling but this was different. He turned the lights off and he could hear the TV, it sounded like they were arguing. Jesus that show never has a single episode where someone is not arguing. He lays down on his side of the bed.
After a while he hears the TV go off and he waits for Ian to come in and lay by him. Minutes go by and Mickey is still alone in the bed. He glares at the clock and it's past three, great. He lays around to get comfortable but he can't. Ian's not there, it's not complete. He groans into his pillow and sits up on the bed. Why did he have to go and say that shit? He and Ian promised to never bring that up. That was Ian, he was sick. God, Mickey could be an idiot at times. Mickey rubbed his eyes and got up. He was only in his undershirt and boxers so he decided to wrap the big blanket around his body and his head.
He stepped out the room slowly and walked to the couch. Ian was sleeping and cuddling with his pillow. Mickey smiled, he knew he was wishing that was him. Mickey walked over so he could see Ian's face. Ian moved and looked up at Mickey. "Hey" Mickey says and smiles. Ian frowns and turns around so he pressed into the couch and not facing Mickey. Mickey smiled, drama queen. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, you were just worried about me." Mickey says and Ian turns around. Ian smiles, "And?" He asks. Mickey smiles, "I love you." He says. Ian moved over to Mickey could lay down. Ian smiles and Mickey practically jumps onto the empty spot by Ian. Ian wraps his arms around Mickey. Their facing each other and smiling. Ian rubs Mickey cheek and plants a kiss on his forehead. Mickey giggles, he fucking giggles. Ian then starts kissing Mickeys check, forehead, chin, basically everywhere on his face.
Mickey laughs and Ian smiles. "No more fighting alright?" Ian's says and Mickey nods while pulling him into a kiss. "Come on, lets go to bed." Mickey says and gets up. Ian's smiles and sits up. Mickey pulls him up from the couch and they walk to their room. Ian cuddles up with Mickey and takes in his scent. Mickey smiles and pressed himself back. This was it, this was the way they should be sleeping. They were gonna be like this for the rest of their lives. Together.
