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The dishes were all clean, the laundry was done and the living room was finally tidied and Ian couldn’t have been more satisfied with himself. He had been looking at the mess building up in his and Mickey’s apartment for a couple days now but neither him nor Mickey had gotten the time due to their busy schedules. Not anymore though, because Ian had finally tackled the mess, even if it was on a Friday night. He let his tired aching body sink into the cushions of their soft grey couch as he turned the television on and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. Sometimes it was hard for Ian to believe how much he and Mickey had accomplished but here they were years later, still together, both having decent jobs, their own place and a settled life. He let out a deep breath as he slowly began nodding off as he waited for his boyfriend to get home from his night shift at Kev’s bar.
Ian dreamt his usual dream, the fantasy that had become a reality. Him and Mickey, having the life that they had now. No more hiding and no more secrets. Happy and healthy.
It wasn’t until there was a loud crashing at the front door did Ian realise he’d fallen asleep on the couch. He sat up abruptly rubbing at his eyes before getting up and heading toward the noise on high alert.
“Fuck-fuckin’” he heard the sound of his boyfriend’s slurred grumbling before he made it to the front door to see Mickey had fallen over his own two feet knocking over the coat rack. He chuckled a little making his way to the brunette man to get him up.
“What the fuck Mickey?” He laughed as he held his boyfriend’s hand pulling him up.
“Jus’ wan’d to put m’coat up.” Mickey slurred as he wobbled slightly on his feet.
“You’re drunk.” Ian stated helping Mickey out of his chunky winter coat. Mickey held tightly onto Ian’s arms as he kicked his shoes off and then leaned further into the redhead’s space puckering his lips comedically asking for a kiss. Ian smiled easily before pecking the black haired man’s lips.
“How’d you get this drunk huh?” Ian asked steering his boyfriend toward to couch.
“How’d y’get so cute’uh?” Mickey mumbled letting his weight drop heavily onto the couch. Ian shook his head laughing lightly as he got Mickey a glass of water from the kitchen and then sat beside him on the couch. Mickey guzzled the water down quickly before turning toward Ian.
“Les’ go schleep.” He said letting his bottom lip pout a little. Ian leaned forward kissing the pouted lip noticing just how much liquor he smelled in his man’s lips.
“Let’s” Ian smiled getting up and helping his boyfriend toward their room.
When they finally got to their room without Mickey falling over face first into anything Ian let Mickey sit at the edge of their bed while he worked to get his boyfriend’s clothing off. “Since when have you become such a clumsy drunk huh?” Ian asked with a teasing smile.
“Clumsy…..I like tha’ song.” Mickey then started bopping his head while his torso swayed side to side while he sat. “You got me trippin', stumblin', flippin', fumblin'! Clumsy 'cause I'm fallin' in looooove.” Mickey began belting his tune out loud catching Ian off guard. The redhead couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter as he threw Mickey’s shirt to the laundry hamper in the corner of the room.
“I can’t believe you’re actually singing Fergie right now.” Ian laughed as he knelt down in front of Mickey and started removing his jeans.
“You tryna take ‘vantage o’me Gal’gher?” Mickey asked wiggling his eyebrows. Ian feigned a loud gasp shaking his head, “I’d never.”
“S’ok...I wud’nt mind a some ging’dick.”
“Ging’dick. That’s a new one.” Ian laughed as he pulls Mickey’s jeans off then his socks. Ian stood up pulling back the comforter, “get in.” He said. Mickey obliged sliding beneath the covers rolling closer to the centre. Ian shed his own clothing then slid in on the opposite side of the bed. Even if drunk Mickey could sometimes be hard to understand, Ian loved him no matter what because he never failed to put a smile on Ian’s face and well drunk Mickey was also extra cuddly. Mickey scooter closer until he was pressed against Ian before draping a heavy arm over the redhead.
“Yer always s’nice to me”. He mumbled against Ian’s skin. “I’m g’na marry ya one day. Fuck I wanna marry ya.” Ian felt his breath hitch and he looked over to Mickey who had his big blue eyes trained on Ian’s profile. “Will ya marry me Ian?” He mumbled.
Ian nodded hoping to his lucky stars that the black haired man wouldn’t forget in the morning. “Yeah Mick, I’ll marry you” Ian whispered.
“I’ll getcha a ring on’day. Promise.” MIckey fell into a deep snore with his left cheek pressed up against Ian’s shoulder and the redhead gaping dumbly at the man he loved so much. He could only hope Mickey didn’t forget.
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When Mickey woke up the first thing he noticed was the intense throbbing in his temples and the pool of drool that was soaking his pillow. He sat up way too abruptly cursing himself as the lightheadedness only made him feel like the whole room was spinning. “Fuck.” He groaned.
“Someone’s finally up.” Ian said from the doorway. When Mickey looked up a small smile stretched on his face as he saw the redhead holding a glass of water and an aspirin.
Mickey threw the pills to the back of his throat and gulped the water down before turning back to Ian who had sat opposite to him on their bed. Ian had a look in his eyes that Mickey couldn’t quite place. “What?”
“How much do you remember?” Ian asked casually.
“Fuck...last thing I remember is Kev giving me my third tequila shot saying something about celebrating him finally being divorced and able to marry V. I don’t fucking know.” Mickey looked up rubbing his eyes before he saw that look in Ian’s eyes. “Fuck. How bad?”
“Nothing bad...just…” Ian looked like he’d gone a little paler than before he shrugged his shoulders like he was pushing something to the back of his mind, “I just really enjoyed your rendition of Fergie’s Clumsy.” Ian’s teased before hopping off the bed before Mickey could hit him with a pillow. Ian laughed loudly as he ran out of their room, “Come on! I made breakfast!” He shouted way too loudly for Mickey’s pleasure.