Done To Death
A selection of one shots; each an Ian/Mickey cliché
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Mickey Kisses Ian
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Ian's skin was littered with the marks of Mickey's teeth. Trailed with the slick of Mickey's tongue. There wasn't a place on Ian's body that Mickey hadn't tasted and yet he still wouldn't kiss Ian; never brought his face close enough to the redhead's to even breathe the same air. His lips were reserved for insults and the most unromantic sexual propositions ever uttered.
And Ian knew the rules as well as he knew the skin stretched across Mickey's back – no emotional shit, no talking of love or boyfriends, no stupid questions, and definitely no fucking kisses.
Which is why he was surprised when the trail Mickey was licking up Ian's torso climaxed with his lips on Ian's neck. That Mickey let Ian flip him over so he could look down into the brunette's eyes. And with the smirk that Mickey gave him, was it really any wonder Ian leant down to kiss him back?
Not that they would ever talk about it of course.