Done To Death
A selection of one shots; each an Ian/Mickey cliché
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Mickey Adjusts To Living With Ian
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Mickey opened his mouth to call Ian 'Firecrotch', 'Gallagher', or something equally devoid of emotion, but instead he just moaned out "Baby."
Again.
And he was trying really hard to stop it, but each time Ian heard the word he would throw back his head and laugh to the extent that Mickey felt like he had swallowed a nest of fucking butterflies.
Ever since they had moved into their ridiculously small apartment, it was as if Mickey had undergone a complete personality change. And he hated it. Hated how one look from Gallagher and Mickey was melting into the floor, old and grimy as the carpet may be.
And it was like now that Ian was his, decidedly his, Mickey didn't feel the need to mark him anymore – iron grips turned to feather touches, and bites to kisses. Most of the time, anyway. There was still the Milkovich name to uphold after all. It was hard to strike fear into the hearts of others when you were holding hands with your boyfriend.
But the one thing that tended to throw all this out of the window was the term 'Baby".
How was your day Baby?
You hungry Baby?
Damn Baby! Do that again!
He was just one sentence from 'Make love to me Baby' and he knew it. There would be no coming back from that – Ian would have all the ammunition he ever needed against Mickey Milkovich if he were to ever utter those words.
So when Ian leant over in the bed to snuggle into him and Mickey shoved him off, it wasn't personal, just necessary.
And if Ian heard Mickey mumble 'Baby' in his sleep, then he was damn well gonna keep shtum about it.