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Cuddles in the morning
Hello, beautiful people!
It’s been a truly busy week at work -and if you are in the UK and you can now order frigging Pumpkin Spice Latte at the most famous coffee brand ever, well you are welcome XD- and I didn’t get to interact with you beautiful people as much as I would c_c and also, I didn’t get to create a lot, sigh.
However, today I got to do a little something, and yeah it’s not great compared to the amazing artists here, but what can I say, I gotta keep practicing, right? :D
Enjoy!
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Admitting that he liked boys, was his first big obstacle to overcome.
Then he had to admit that he was in love with Ian.
But, oh boy, the reward he got out of that? The reward was Ian himself so the wannabe King of the Southside just sucked it up and let it be.
Then admitting more things became easier.
Like, Yeah, ok Red, I like kissing you.
And, Fiiine, we can spend the night together after banging.
Also, Sure, alright, you can spoon me, Gallagher.
But then there was the pure cuddling. The one that doesn’t necessarily lead to sex. The one Mickey wanted to do just because.
Just because being held by Ian was amazing. Just because nobody else has ever held him like that.
Jeez, even his mother barely hugged him until she was still around.
But now, since Ian came back from his grand escape after Mickey’s shotgun marriage, they can finally be together.
Terry is in prison, Svetlana doesn’t give a shit about him as long as he provides for Yevgeny, and the Gallaghers seem to have accepted him.
So he can just indulge in Ian.
Cuddles in the morning. That was the last outpost to trespass.
And, true, Ian has only been a little pushy redhead for a lotta things, but he was actually really patient with everything concerning intimacy. He knew that Mickey had to be the one doing the first steps toward new things.
Ian knew Mickey had to be the one kissing him first.
Ian knew Mickey had to be the one asking for new sex positions, kinks and whatnot.
Ian knew Mickey had to be the one cuddling him first.
It happened organically, one morning after another, Mickey getting closer and closer.
One morning he would just turn into Ian’s big spoon and tuck his head under Ian’s chin, humming happily and getting back to sleep.
One morning was a sweet kiss on Ian’s lips, as soon as he opened his eyes.
One morning was Mickey waking up way earlier than Ian, and instead of leaving the bed, he just stayed there, looking at him and combing his hair softly.
Then, the day after, it was just intentional, active cuddling. With Mickey throwing one leg over Ian's waist to get as close as possible while holding his head so that he could kiss him as much as he wanted.
And Ian, being the sweetest prize he was, was meeting his same level of involvement, never pushing, never sounding or looking surprised for any of their new milestones.
Fuck, Ian was perfect.
Maybe, one day, he will even come out for him.
Maybe, one day, he’ll even marry him.
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