//It's short, but here you go!
“You fucking serious?”
Mickey raised an eyebrow as he asked the question, an almost incredulous smile stealing over his lips as Ian just shrugged and nodded. The shorter teen crossed his arms almost subconsciously, tilting his head and scrutinizing the taller boy in front of him with something close to amusement.
“It’s a photo booth, Mick,” Ian replied slowly. “It’s not like you’re about to get your mugshot taken.”
“I fuckin’ know that,” Mickey mumbled, rolling his eyes. “It’s just…”
Now it was Ian’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “It’s just what?”
Mickey cleared his throat. “It’s just nothin’.”
A heartbeat passed, then two, then Mickey was hesitantly gripping Ian’s hand in his own and pulling him into the small, cramped booth. It took a bit of maneuvering for the both of them to fit, Mickey ending up halfway on Ian’s lap, but not minding in the slightest.
“You got change? Cuz I’m not paying for this shit,” the darker hair teen snapped.
Ian grinned and squeezed Mickey’s hand, grateful and surprised when his boyfriend didn’t let go, and dug in his pockets for a couple of bills, feeding them into the machine and wrapping an arm around Mickey’s waist, pleased when Mickey leaned back into his chest with an almost inaudible sigh.
He’s in the process of pressing his lips to Mickey’s hair when the first flash goes off, and they’re both almost so startled they slide out of the booth.
“Fuck,” Mickey muttered. “Let’s not waste the next one, yeah?”
They’re ready when the second flash comes, both of them raising their middle fingers to the camera and grinning, and when the third flash happens, they’re both laughing, caught by surprise again.
Ian kisses Mickey on the cheek right as the fourth flash goes off, Mickey’s eyes opening wide in surprise before he turns to catch Ian’s mouth with his own, and they’re both too lost in the kiss to notice when the last camera flash illuminates the tiny booth, too wrapped up in each other to notice anything else.
It takes a moment before they seperate and come up for air, grinning at one another, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.
Mickey’s the one who reaches for the pictures first, a soft, private smile lifting his mouth when he sees the last two, and Ian’s heart swells with so much love he thinks it might burst.
“Did it only print one sheet?” Ian asked after a moment, frowning when nothing else came out of the little photo slot.
“Huh. Yeah, I think it did. Piece of shit,” Mickey commented, still smiling down at the pictures.
Ian just shrugged. “That’s okay.We can just rip it in half and share.”
Mickey nodded slowly, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth and stroking the photo paper with his thumb.
“Mind if I keep the bottom half?” he asked quietly.
Ian’s smile feels brighter than the sun. “Nah,” he answered, just as quietly. “Of course not.”
There would be plenty more photos in the future.
this was so fucking perfect jfc i can’t even explain how much i’m in love with this