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bellafarella · 3 years ago

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Fluff oh your jealous

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Fluff #5: “OH you’re jealous!”

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You're my best friend

Ever since they moved into their apartment, Ian’s been making friends with others who live in the same building as them. Whether it’s at the gym or at the pool, he even made one in the laundry room, Ian is collecting new friends. Mickey’s happy that his husband has found other people to spend time with. What he doesn’t really like is being forced to also hang out with these people. There are just some he does not want to have to fake being nice to. The couple he met when they first got there and Mickey had what Ian now calls the pool tantrum like he’s fucking six years old and was told he had to stop playing in the pool. Mickey doesn’t remember their names but they definitely don’t care that they don’t see Mickey and only hang out with Ian. There’s also the lesbian couple that live right above them that Mickey doesn’t like either. They’re so boring, unlike any lesbian couple he’s ever seen - which is only Debbie and whatever girl of the week she’s seeing. They like to debate a lot and Mickey just can’t deal with it.

Tonight though, they’re having over this gay couple who live a few doors down. Ian met one of them by the pool - shocker - and has been hanging out with them quite a bit. They also like to garden so they go to the market together a lot and do yoga and all that boujee ass shit Mickey hates doing but does because Ian asks him to. Now Ian’s got a friend to do that with so Mickey agreed to a double date or whatever the fuck this is so that he could meet his husband’s new friend and his husband. Ian hasn’t met the husband yet either but he’s heard a lot about him from his friend and has filled Mickey in. Well, Mickey’s only half listening.

There’s a knock on the door so Ian calls from the kitchen, “Mick, get that please!”

Mickey groans as he gets up, taking his beer with him and chugging down the rest as he goes, leaving the empty can on the table. He opens the door and sees two guys. “Hey,” he nods his head to them. “Uh, come in.” He steps aside, letting them both in before closing the door.

“You must be Mickey! I’m David,” the tall, darked haired man says. “I’m the one who keeps stealing your husband away,” he adds with a laugh.

“Nice to meet you,” he says because he doesn’t know what else to say and isn’t that what polite people do?

“And this is my husband, Patrick,” he says as he rubs the slightly shorter man’s broad shoulders. He has light brown hair that’s just starting to show is curly and he has these hazel eyes that look so soft.

Patrick smiles, offering his hand to Mickey. Mickey shakes it as Patrick says, “It’s nice to meet you, Mickey.”

“Yeah, you too,” he says, noticing how strong the man’s shake is.

Just then Ian comes out of the kitchen, no longer wearing that super girly apron Debbie bought them as a gag housewarming gift. He has a grin on as he makes his way over. “David!” he says walking over and hugging him. David squeezes back, eyes shutting, and his big hands rub at his back. He has four gold bands on his left hand. Fancy.

Ian gets introduced to Patrick and Mickey wanders off, taking his empty beer to the kitchen and tossing the can in the recycling. “Can I get anybody a drink?” he calls out.

“I brought a red!” David says as Mickey pokes his head out to look, seeing Patrick holding a bottle in his right hand. “Honey, go help Mickey,” he hears David tell his husband, again rubbing his shoulder. Patrick smiles at him, kisses his lips once before excusing himself and heading for the kitchen.

They nod at each other when he joins him in the kitchen. Mickey gets three glasses out for Patrick to pour them wine, as Mickey grabs another beer for himself. “Not a wine drinker?” Patrick asks, nodding to the can Mickey cracks open.

“Nah, not really,” he tells him.

“Me neither,” Patrick admits with a small chuckle.

Mickey opens the fridge and grabs another can. “Beer?” he asks him.

Patrick nods so he hands it to him. “Thanks,” Patrick says. He puts the can down, pours their husband’s a glass of wine and they each grab one and their own beers before rejoining.

David and Ian are already sitting on the sofa chatting and Ian throws his head back laughing. Mickey’s never seen Ian laugh like that in front of anyone but him and his family. He hands Ian the wine glass before sitting on the chair near him.

They do the obligatory small talk - how did you meet, how long have you been married, how long have you been together, what do you do for work. Stuff that they probably already know if Ian told David already but from their curious expressions and interest in their answers, it doesn’t seem like Ian’s gotten into much detail, not like they are now.

Ian made lasagna because apparently it’s Patrick’s favorite and always asks David to make it. It was really good. Ian and David go out on the balcony, leaving the screen door open only so that they could still hear them if need be. Mickey sits on the sofa with Patrick, scrolling through the channels. They both have fresh beers and Mickey finds a baseball game on so he puts that.

“You a fan?” Patrick asks, nodding to the screen.

Mickey shrugs. “Yeah, I mean I’ve never really kept up all that much. Didn’t really have a normal childhood but um, when Ian and I started dating or whatever, we used to sneak into games all the time. We were like seventeen - or well, I was, he was like fifteen or sixteen.”

Patrick has a soft smile on his face which reminds Mickey a lot of Ian, and that soft smile he gets sometimes when he looks at him. “That’s really sweet that you’ve been together for that long.”

“Had a lot of breakups and setbacks on the way,” Mickey tells him.

“But you’re here now.”

“Yeah,” Mickey smiles before rubbing at his mouth with his thumb. He clears his throat. “You a fan?”

“Oh huge fan. Used to play for my school’s team. Could have gone pro,” Patrick tells him.

“No shit,” Mickey says. “Why didn’t you?”

“Life,” he shrugs. “Responsibilities. Thoughts about what I should be instead of what I was.”

“I hear that,” Mickey says before knocking his can into Patrick’s.

Mickey likes Patrick. He’s not annoying. He likes sports but not obnoxiously so. He’s only come to terms with his sexuality late in life, something he can relate to. He likes math. He has a sense of humor. He likes beer. So far, this is one person in his building that he doesn’t hate.

Ian and David finally come back inside and Mickey’s laughing at Patrick’s reaction to a call made in the game. “Dude, you’re fuckin’ dramatic,” Mickey tells him.

“Pah!” Patrick makes an offended noise. “I definitely am not the dramatic one in my relationship.”

“Excuse me? What did I just walk into?” David asks, eyebrows drawn and mouth hard.

“Nothing,” Patrick tells him, pulling him down to him so he can kiss him on the lips.

David kisses him back and when he pulls away and stands back upright he says, “Mhm, sure.”

“What were you laughing about?” Ian asks as he sits in the chair next to Mickey, kicking at his foot lightly.

“Nothin’,” Mickey tells him and turns to wink at Patrick, making them both laugh and leaving their husbands confused.

“Okay, this isn’t fun for us,” David says, getting up. “More wine, Ian?”

“I’m gonna take a beer,” Ian says as he gets up, following David to the kitchen. They come back to join their husbands - Patrick now in the middle of the sofa in between David and Mickey, and Ian left to the chair next to Mickey’s side of the sofa.

Mickey finishes off his beer so he gets up, tosses it and grabs a new one before heading to their room to grab his smokes and lighter. “Either of you smoke?” he asks the new couple as he passes through the living room.

“No,” they both say.

Mickey shrugs. He’s about to light one when Ian says, “Let’s go outside for one, Mick,” getting up from his seat. “You guys don’t mind?”

“No, no, go for it,” David shoos them away so Ian and Mickey step outside on their balcony, closing the full door behind them so the smoke doesn’t go inside.

“Our fuckin’ house, could have let me smoke inside,” Mickey grumbles as he lights his smoke now, leaning against the railing and looking out over the pool.

“Would have been rude, Mick, they don’t smoke,” Ian sighs, coming next to him, close enough that their elbows are touching against the railing where they rest their arms.

“Whatever,” Mickey says through a lungful of smoke. “They’re cool,” he adds after a few quiet beats.

“Yeah?” Ian smiles, looking at his husband.

Mickey shrugs. “Yeah, I mean, Patrick is. I don’t know much about David,” he tells him.

“Ah,” Ian notes, nodding his head and turning back to face the pool again.

“What’s wrong?” Mickey asks after a minute.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not.”

“Are to. You got all quiet and you don’t usually unless you’re annoyed so just tell me what it is,” Mickey tells him. He knows Ian better than he knows himself most days.

“I don’t know - you just got like really chummy in there. I don’t know, it’s dumb,” Ian rushes to say.

“OH you’re jealous!” Mickey says, connecting the dots.

“What!?” Ian asks in that dramatic way he does. “Why would I be jealous? He’s married. We’re married.”

“You’re so jealous,” Mickey teases. He puts his cigarette out in the ashtray Ian bought so Mickey stops tossing cigarette butts out towards the pool and getting them in trouble.

“Mickey,” Ian warns.

“Are you jealous because I like him or because he likes me?”

“Both?” Ian asks with a small smile on his face.

“You’re an idiot,” Mickey laughs as Ian wraps his arms around Mickey’s shoulders and leans down, kissing him softly on the lips. Mickey holds onto Ian, pulling him in closer and sliding his tongue into his husbands mouth, showing him why he has no reason to be jealous.

There’s loud knocking on the door before it slides open. “Oh my God, we can totally leave if you two need to you know,” David says before he does some weird winking/blinking face.

Mickey knows he turns beet red, he can feel it. Ian laughs and tells David to fuck off for a second before turning back to Mickey. “Finishing this later,” he whispers. Ian winks at him before heading back inside. Mickey stays out there for another smoke, needing it after that.

Cuddled up and ready to pass the fuck out, Mickey lays on his back, naked, with Ian half on top of him. Mickey’s eyes are closed, waiting for sleep to come as he listens to Ian breathing, his soft, warm breath hitting his chest, and his gentle fingers tracing his name tattooed on Mickey’s chest.

“You asleep?” Ian whispers.

“Not yet,” he whispers back, turning his head slightly, Ian’s soft hair tickling his nose.

Ian lifts his head so that his chin is now digging into Mickey’s chest. He looks at him, barely any light illuminating his face, and says, “So you liked them right? Did we finally make couple friends that we can hang out with?”

Mickey chuckles softly, shaking Ian’s head since he’s still resting it on him. “They’re definitely better than anyone else you’ve made me meet but -”

Ian waits and when Mickey doesn’t continue he asks, “But what?”

Mickey sighs, shifting slightly. “I just don’t care about any of these people. I like when it’s just us.”

“Awww, Mick,” Ian coos, snuggling closer by shoving his face into his neck and kissing him all over.

“Okay, okay, okay, stop, Ian,” Mickey warns as he feels like he’s going to lose it soon, getting ticklish.

“That was so fuckin’ cute,” Ian says after he pulls back, giving Mickey some personal space.

“Not cute,” Mickey grumbles.

“You are. You want me all to yourself,” Ian says and even though Mickey can’t see it, he knows Ian has a huge fuckin’ grin on his face.

“Yeah so I actually like my husband and spending time with him, sue me,” Mickey says, making Ian laugh.

Ian tilts Mickey’s head towards him and kisses him softly. He only catches Mickey’s top lip but with some adjusting, they kiss sweetly and so filled with love. “I love you, Mickey. You’re my best friend and I love spending all my time with you,” he tells him softly.

“Okay well then I guess sometimes we can hang out with them again. Not every fuckin’ week though.”

“Deal,” Ian says before kissing his cheek loudly then getting back into position with his head on Mickey’s chest and fingers lightly tracing his tattoo.

Mickey holds him close, kissing the top of his head. “Night baby,” he whispers against his hair.

Ian kisses his chest, “Night baby.”

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