The Stars in Your Skin
Inspired by a small post on Tumblr.
The Stars in Your Skin.
It was four am and Mickey Milkovich couldn’t sleep.
He’d tried counting sheep, warm milk and even a few chapters of the book his was slowly slogging his way through but nothing was working and he was still couldn’t fall asleep. He glanced across the bed to where Ian was softly snoring and smiled briefly before poking him. “Ian. Man wake up.”
Ian’s head shot off the pillow and be blinked blearily. “What?”
“I can’t sleep.” Mickey said, stating the obvious.
“So?” Ian replied as he tried to make sense of the point.
“Wanna get on me?”
“Man fuck off I was sleeping!” Ian frowned and rolled over with a huff.
Mickey sighed before spooning his boyfriend. He heard the red head grumble a little before snuggling back into him. Ever so softly, Mickey began to run his fingers across Ian’s exposed shoulders; earning a contented sigh from him before he melted into the sheets and fell back asleep. He moved from freckle to freckle; making patterns and trying to find as many constellations that he could remember from what Ian had taught him while ca mping a few years previous. It wasn’t many, but the ones he could find he mapped with one of the markers he kept by his bed. Ian always tended to misplace his while grading papers in bed and be it a marker or a bullet; Mickey would always have his back. He’d discovered five constellations before the marker slipped from his hands and he fell into a deep sleep.
He was jostled awake the next morning by an amused face and a cup of coffee . “What’s got you so wired?”
“Wanna tell me why I’ve got Ursa Major on my shoulder?” Ian inquired gaining more amusement at Mickeys face went from confusion to understanding in about five seconds and his ears turned bright red.
“I couldn’t sleep I told you that.” Mickey said and reached for his coffee. “So I played connect the dots.”
Ian chuckled. “You remembered all that shit I taught you.”
Mickey shrugged. “Yeah of course I do and you were all peaceful and shit and I remember something my mom said when I was a kid. I’d get bad sunburn in the summer and I’d always end up with freckles on my nose.”
Ian sat down beside him and wrapped his arms around Mickey. “What did she say?”
“Freckles are like the stars on your skin.” “Mickey said. “You got the whole damn universe on your back Gallagher.”
Ian kisses Mickey on the head and looked at their bedside clock. “We still got time before work you wanna maybe try and find some more?”
Well, Mickey didn’t need to be told twice.