Summary: When Mickey’s tired he blabbers about his feelings, and doesn’t remember what he said the next morning.
Word Count: 1301
Notes: This was so cute!!!
Mickey was falling asleep on Ian’s shoulder as all the Gallaghers were watching television in the living room. “Hey,” Ian poked at him. “You tired?” The sound of his voices made all the other look at the pair.
Mickey nodded. “Yes. Come up to bed with me,” he said sweetly. It made the other Gallaghers smile, hearing him so innocent.
Ian smirked. “Go on up. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He kissed his boyfriend’s hair and started to give him a leeway to stand up, but Mickey wasn’t having it.
He grabbed Ian’s waist tighter. “No. Can’t sleep without you. Need you to fucking hold me for me to sleep, you know that. I only sleep when I’m fucking koala bearing you and you’re playing with my hair.”
Fiona had to put a hand to her mouth, she was so shocked. So was everyone else, with wide eyes and dropped jaws. They didn’t think it was possible for a Milkovich to be so soft. They also didn’t know if this was new, but from Ian’s facial expression, he’s seen it all before.
“Alright, we’ll go up in a little bit,” Ian said to his sleepy boyfriend.
“You’re too good,” Mickey mumbled, “way too fuckin’ good to me,” his eyes were shut as he nuzzled his head into Ian’s neck.
The Gallaghers all looked from Mickey to Ian with sad eyes, but Ian seemed to know just what to do. “Shut the fuck up, Mick. You got the roles reversed there,” he chuckled. “I love you, y’know?”
Mickey smiled. “I love you too.”
“What do you love about him?” Debbie pitched in. Out of all their years together, the Gallagher clan had only heard the two boys profess their love for each other a few times.
“Well because he’s fucking nice to me, for one. He’s the only person who would doesn’t only see me as a piece of Southside trash. He always fights for us, that’s nice. He’s really fucking hot too. I mean, Jesus Christ, have you looked at the boy? He looks like a fucking ginger god. Oh, and what he can do with that dick—”
“Okay, Mick,” Ian laughed, cutting him off from his next words. His family did not have to hear about his dick. He sloppily kissed Mickey’s head once again, knowing that that always seemed to calm and silence him.
Lip chuckled. “You really don’t like any other human being on this earth besides Ian, do you?”
“Hmm,” Mickey’s voice sounded like it was drifting away. “I like Liam, he’s my favorite. Carl’s a nut, but he’s cool too, and Debs reminds me of Ian, so I like her. Fiona’s like the older sister I never had, so I can deal. You though, Phillip, you suck,” he shrugged. He was so out of it he barely felt Ian chuckle. “You guys are my family though, so,” he started once again but lost in through his exhaustion.
Ian watched his siblings. He had to hold back his chuckle at their amazed faces. It’s totally clear they’ve never seen him so outward with his thoughts, it’s definitely not a first for Ian though.
Mickey shifted a little, making Ian turn his gaze back to him. “Ready to go up?”
“Mhm,” the tired boy mumbled. He got up with the help of Ian, and they headed to the stairs. All of his body weight was on the redhead, he clearly had no clue what was going on. “Can you make me banana pancakes in the morning? You’re the best cook ever.”
Ian nodded and led him up to the bedroom. “Yeah, Mick, I will.” Before going out of sight, he turned to his siblings. “Nights, guys.”
The two boys were then out of vision for the Gallaghers. “Wow,” is all Debbie said.
With wide eyes, Carl snorted. “What the hell was that?”
* * *
In the morning, Ian woke up first. He unlatched himself from his boyfriend and got dressed to go downstairs to make the breakfast he promised Mickey. Before leaving his room, he gave one last loving glancing at Mickey.
The left the room and trudged down the stairs. When he got in the kitchen, he was met with his family all staring at him. Their eyes started to crinkle into a laughed so he waved his hands. “Okay, okay. What?” He asked as he maneuvered around the kitchen.
“What was up with Mickey last night?” Fiona asked, and everyone else gave him the same wondering look.
Ian shrugged and grinned. “He was really tired. When he gets like that he just spouts off, like his mouth is finally speaking all the shit that’s in the crowded brain of his,” he informed them.
“It was funny as fuck, man,” Lip laughed and poured some coffee in a few cups. Once he was finished he realized that he poured just enough for his siblings, and then left one next to the pot for Mickey. How the hell did he get so settled into our life?
“He doesn’t even remember what he said the next morning.” Ian shook his head and started finishing up a few pancakes. His heart was welling at all the things Mickey said though; he was so fucking cute.
Debbie couldn’t believe that. He seemed well aware of his actions, to her at least. “Seriously?”
“That can’t be true,” Carl protested as well.
Then Mickey all of a sudden came walking down the stairs in just his boxers and a t-shirt. Like usual, he didn’t even look at anyone besides Ian. Surprisingly though, he did scrunch Liam’s hair when he walked past him. “Hey,” Mickey said as he saw what was on the stovetop. “You’re making banana pancakes.”
Ian chuckled and kissed him on the cheek. “Yep. Almost done.”
Mickey went to go pour himself a cup of coffee, and smirked when the cup was already out for him. He’s really part of their routine now, and he knows it. He looked up to see all the Gallagher siblings staring at him. “The fuck are you looking at?”
Fiona chuckled and grabbed at Lip’s arm. “Have you ever looked at Ian? He’s the fucking ginger god,” she mocked.
“I can only sleep when I’m koala bearing my seven foot tall boyfriend,” Lip teased just as Fiona did. “And you were talking about his dick! I mean, what the fuck?” He cackled.
Mickey raised his eyebrows in a horrified manner. He truly had no clue what they were alluding to though. He turned to Ian in hopes for an explanation. “What the fuck is going on?”
“You were falling asleep last night on the couch,” Ian shrugged guiltily.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” Mickey shook his head. Ian’s told him of how he blabbers when he’s tired, and he would never want to do that around anyone other than Ian. “I didn’t say anything else, did I?”
Liam was laughing. “Love, love, love!”
Debbie nodded at her youngest brother. “You love Ian a lot,” she winked. “But you pretty much said you love all of us because we’re your family.”
“You guys fucking suck,” Mickey said as he prepared for more teasing.
Fiona got up to put some of the freshly made pancakes on her plate. “We are your fucking family, so get used to this shit.” She kissed his cheek, knowing that it’d make him uncomfortable, but not caring. “Now eat the banana pancakes that you made the greatest cook in the world make you.”
Mickey rolled his eyes and looked at his boyfriend. Just then Ian wrapped his arm around Mickey’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, I love my sleepy Mickey.”
“You fucking better,” Mickey pecked him on the lips and the grabbed a pancake. He took a big bite of it. “They’re good fucking pancakes.”