He's been acting strange. I mean, he's always been strange but this is different. The past month it's been this way. Ian leaves to work. Mickey had to start checking his meds just in case, which were good, he's been taking them. Today is no different, still the weird ass ginger he's been in love with. Mickey finally got a job at the Alibi, cleaning up and serving drinks. Everything's been good. Money and them.
"Okay, Mick." Ian said as he reached down and kissed him once again. "I really gotta go." he added and then kissed Mickey again. "Call in, does that whole ass warehouse really need you?" Mickey asked and Ian smiled. "Only if you knew." Ian replied and then Mickey smiled. "Yeah, whatever, your loss." Mickey said and Ian smiled. "I'll make it up to you." Ian responded and Mickey made a questioned face. "Tonight, I promise." He said and Mickey nodded. Ian gave him one last kiss then was out the door.
Mickey was actually having a good morning. He was off today so he decided to make the best of it. He cleaned the living room, his and Ian's room, and the kitchen. He even helped Franny with her zoom school, which he thought was stupid. Mickey Milcovich actually mopped the floors and bathrooms. Once he was satisfied with himself, he settled on the couch. He began searching for the remote when he felt something stuck in the couches. He pulled it and realized it was Ian's orange vest he wears to work. He held the cloth and frowned. Why did Ian go to work with no vest? He remembered the night before, he and Ian got handsy with each other after Ian got out of work. They ended up banging on the couch. Why did Ian forget this? Mickey frowned but then the sound of a door opening caught his attention.
"Ian?" He called out. Someone had entered through the kitchen door. "Nah, ginger hair but with tits." Debbie said as she walked in, Sandy smirking as she followed her. "Oh, Ian still here, thought he was working?" Debbie asked and looked up the stairs. "No." Mickey said as he approached them. "He's at work." He said and Sandy frowned. "He forgot his vest?" Sandy asked and Mickey nodded. "I guess he did." He replied and the two girls looked at each other, making a look. "What?" Mickey asked noticing their look. "Nothing, just seems, I don't know, weird." Debbie said and Sandy sat down, raising her eyebrows. "Don't you think?" Debbie added and Mickey stared at her. He hummed and stared at the vest. "Fran's upstairs." He said and Debbie looked at Sandy. "Where you going." Sandy asked as he past them and grabbed his mask. "Find out what the hell Ian's doing." He said and left the house.
Mickey approached the warehouse. He walked in and said he was a 'visitor'. He walked by the area Ian usually worked, he wasn't there. He frowned then approached the main office. There was a guy holding a clipboard and in a vest. "Excuse me." Mickey said as polite as he could. "Yes." The man responded. "Yeah, I'm looking for someone, uh Gallagher, Ian." He said and the man looked at him then the chart. "Oh, yeah, pretty boy." He responded and Mickey glared at him. Pretty boy? The man cleared his throat then began looking at his papers on the clipboard. "Yeah." He began. "Pretty boy has the day off today, oh, and actually tomorrow." The clipboard man said. "Wait, what?" Mickey asked and the man nodded. "Oh shit, wait, how do you know pretty boy, security reasons, should have asked that first." He said and Mickey smiled to show his anger. "Well I guess it means you're pretty shit at this job." He said and the clipboard man glared at him. Mickey straightened up and smiled. "Pretty boy, is my husband." He said raising his hand to show his ring. "Shit." The man mumbled. "Yeah." Mickey said with a smile then walked away. He left the warehouse and began walking home. Where the hell is he?
When Mickey arrived home he began looking around. A phone number, a name, a fucking card was all he needed. He wanted to find something about where the hell Ian was. He didn't want to assume the worst, but it's hard not to. He ignored Debbie as he looked in the living room. She scoffed at him and Sandy shook her head. "The hell, Mick?" she said and Mickey scoffed. He began taking the cushions out when he saw a paper. It was crumbled and he opened it. His stomach and heart dropped once he read it. "Roger 308-4458". Sandy walked away and he sat on the coffee table. He sighed and then closed his eyes. "Piece of shit." He mumbled and placed it in his front pocket.
It was a couple hours later when he heard the front door open. He could hear Ian greet everyone. Mickey needed to know the truth. That damn piece of paper messed his whole mood up. He didn't want to socialize, he didn't want to talk to Sandy, he felt like shit. He also felt more shitty because Franny wanted to play guns and he told her later. She knew that was a 'no'. He could hear the footsteps, he sat up from the bed and waited for Ian. "Hey." Ian said as he walked in, sliding their door. He shuffled off his work boots and tossed his work bag on the dresser. "Hey." Mickey said forcing a smile. "Come here." Mickey said. He smiled and Ian smiled with a laugh. "Gotta take a shower, I smell like a warehouse." He said and Mickey held back his anger, instead he hummed. "Come here." He said again and Ian smiled. Mickey pulled his belt loops and pulled him closer. He made room and got Ian on his back. He straddled his waist and smiled. Ian held his hips and Mickey began kissing his neck. No, he did not smell like a fucking warehouse. Between the bed and wall, Mickey hid the orange vest and the phone number. "Hmmm." Ian moaned. Mickey kissed his neck. "One?" He asked then moved to his lips and placed a soft kiss. "Or two." He said with a smile and Ian giggled. "Two." He smirked. Mickey moved down and kissed Ian's stomach. He could hear a gasp from the man. "One?" he asked again and Ian giggled. Mickey moved Ian's waist band and kissed the part of his pubic area. Ian leaned up more and moaned. "Oh, definitely two." He said and Mickey smiled, oh how much he wanted to smack him. "I didn't even say the number." Mickey responded. "What about..."Mickey began and kissed part of Ian's dick. "One?" He asked and Ian smiled. Mickey leaned himself up and grabbed the paper and vest. "Or two." He scoffed and smacked them right onto Ian's face, with a hard smack. Ian flinched as Mickey's hand and the stuff he had hit him in the face. "Ow, fuck, ONE!" He yelled and saw the vest. Mickey leaned up and stared at him. "Who the FUCK is Rodger?" Mickey asked and Ian looked at the vest and paper.
"Oh shit, Mickey, I was going to tell you." He said and stared at the phone number. "What? That you're having an affair?" Mickey slightly yelled. "Hey, sshhh." Ian shushed. "No, I'm not having an affair." He said and Mickey scoffed. "I'm serious." Ian said and Mickey stared at him. " I was going to tell you tonight, I wanted to get us something to eat and I wanted to walk you there." Ian said as he sat up. "Where?" Mickey asked. "About a month ago, I went back to the station." Ian said and Mickey sat on the bed. "Sue's in charge now, she offered to give me another chance." Ian continued. "I mean, it wasn't really up to her, but Rodger, the head guy." He said and Mickey slightly smiled. "Anyways, two weeks ago, I gave in my two-week notice at the warehouse." Ian explained and Mickey smiled softly. "I told Larry not to say anything to you, he approved it and then boom." He said and snapped his finger. "Today was my first day." Ian said and Mickey shook his head. "Why didn't you tell me that?" Mickey asked and Ian smiled. "Wanted to surprise you." Ian responded and Mickey smiled. Mickey leaned in and kissed Ian. "Sorry about your face." He chuckled. Ian snorted and shook his head. Ian leaned in closer and kissed him. "Soo, an EMT." Mickey said and smiled. "My husbands an EMT, a hot EMT for a husband." He said and Ian smirked. "Where's your uniform?" Mickey asked and Ian smiled while giving him another kiss. "Downstairs." He replied and he smiled. "You want to see it?" He asked seductively. "I wanna see it." Mickey replied quickly. He laughed as he saw Ian, quick as the flash, run downstairs.
Yeah, they'll be okay.
