mickey and ian getting into an argument when they get home about ian grabbing his ass in public.... omg.
Mickey kicked the door open, the flimsy wood smacking against the wall hard enough to leave a dent in the plaster. He shimmied out of his jacket, his arms flailing with an urgency and anger Ian had never seen before. He didn’t know someone could even take their jacket off angrily until he met Mickey.
“You gotta stop doin’ that shit. Next time I’m gonna punch you in the throat,” Mickey said over his shoulder on his way to the kitchen.
Ian just shook his head, closing the door gently behind him and picking up Mickey’s jacket from where he threw it on the floor. He took his own jacket off slowly, placing both of them on the coat rack in the hall.
“Come on Mick, it’s not that big a deal,” Ian said as he walked closer to his irritated boyfriend.