Summary: Mickey gets completely drunk while Ian is at work. When Ian comes home, Mickey pours his heart out to him.
Word Count: 725
Notes: This was such a cute request!!
Ian walks home from work, excited to see Mickey. They’ve been busy the past few days so he’s happy he gets to spend the night with him.
When he enters his home, he calls for Mickey but gets no response. He puts his stuff down and takes in the air around him–the apartment reeks of alcohol. “Oh, fuck.” He heads for the kitchen.
“Gallagher!” Mickey yells when he sees the redhead walk into the kitchen. Mickey was sitting on the floor with a nearly empty bottle of whiskey in his hand.
Ian shakes his head and pulls Mickey up from the ground after placing the bottle on the counter. “You start drinking without me?” He laughs.
“Nah, I can still drink with you,” Mickey slurs as he starts to place lustful kisses along Ian’s neck.
Ian huffs out a breath, but then stands up straight. “C’mon, let’s get outta the kitchen,” he shakes his head with a grin. Mickey is so wasted his has to hang on Ian to walk.
Throughout their way to the living room, Mickey seems to be hard in thought. He’s intently staring at Ian’s face– his eyes, his lips, his nose. The look shows love and confliction.
Ian notices as he sits Mickey down on the couch. “What’s on your mind?” He then plops himself super close to his boyfriend.
“What about me?” Ian smiles and cocks an eyebrow in suspicion.
Mickey grabs his boyfriend’s face. “Why have we hurt each other so many fucking times in the past?”
Ian frowns. “We were stupid,” is all Ian can think to respond.
“So fucking stupid,” Mickey scoffs. He then lies down and wraps himself around Ian so they’re cuddling face to face. “I wish we wouldn’t have done that to each other. We both could’ve avoided a lot of suffering,” he says softly. “I just– I’ve been an asshole in the past.”
“So have I, Mick.” Ian says. He knows his boyfriend is only blabbering on about this because he’s completely wasted, but the conversation was bound to happen someday. “I turned out to be more of an ass to you than you were to me. I’m really fucking sorry about it.”
Mickey nods. “True,” he chuckles and Ian playfully hits him in the arm. “I’m sorry too though.”
“Hey,” Ian says. “We’re okay now. In the end, it seems like it was worth it.” He pauses. “Right?”
Mickey nods. “Yeah,” he pauses. “We’re in this for the long haul now, and if you try to leave me I will fucking murder you,” he says with no serious threat.
“You’d have the right to.” Ian laughs. “But you’re right, this is it for both of us– no turnin’ back now.”
They then lay in silence for a while, just staring at each other’s features and breathing in each other’s scent. Suddenly, Mickey has a look of amazement and realization flash across his face. “Holy shit,” he says giddily.
“What?” Ian can’t help but grin at his boyfriend’s sudden happiness.
“Can you believe we’ve been together for twelve fucking years?” He laughs.
Ian smiles widely. “That’s a long ass time, isn’t it?”
Mickey kisses Ian’s cheek. “We got lucky. Especially for two gay Southsiders.”
“How’d the Gallaghers and the Milkoviches get so caught up with each other anyway?” Ian snorts.
“Don’t ask me,” Mickey snorts. “You guys are fuckin’ weirdos. You though– you’re a weirdo, but you’re so fucking intoxicating. You’re like a drug, I always want more.”
Ian kisses him hardly. “Oh, believe me, I know how you feel.” He rubs his hand up and down Mickey’s back. “I’m so in love with you after all these years,” he says against Mickey’s lips. He is also fully aware that Mickey would be saying all this and would making fun of him or calling him gay if he wasn’t drunk, but he figures he’d take advantage of it while he can.
Mickey nods. “So fucking in love,” Mickey whispers between kisses.
After a little bit, Mickey wraps himself even tighter around the taller boy. Their arms are both around the other, and their legs are intertwined. Mickey’s head is in the crook of Ian’s neck, and he’s savoring the scent. The two boys then fall asleep, never making it into their bed– it didn’t matter though because this moment felt perfect.