Games
"Do you wanna play a game?" Ian asked once they'd caught their breaths.
Mickey laughed and unexpectedly shoved Ian off the bed.
"Hey! What was that for?" the redhead asked indignantly, rubbing his ass where it had hit the ground upon his landing.
"Do you wanna play a game?" Mickey repeating in a mocking tone. "This ain't some Saw shit. I ain't interested in your weird-ass games."
"I meant a board game or something, Mick. What the hell?"
Mickey shrugged dismissively, but Ian glared at him until he reached a hand out and helped pull the redhead back up.
"What, like monopoly or some shit?"
"Yeah, we have a bunch of different games downstairs. I think we even have Risk."
"Doesn't that takes hours?"
"You mean you don't wanna spend hours with me?" Ian asked, feigning shock.
Mickey worried his lip, then nodded. "Fine, whatever. Go get whichever one you want."
Ian grinned as he threw on a pair of boxers and hurried down the stairs. He loved this new spend-all-my-time-with-you version of Mickey.
