“What do you think?” Mickey twirls in front of Ian, arms open, and raises his eyebrows. “Sweet, hum?”
Ian’s jaw drops open. Sweet is not exactly the word on his mind. Mickey can dress nicely when he wants to, but Ian swears sometimes he picks the most hideous clothes.
Right now he’s standing in front of Ian expectantly wearing jeans and a green sweater with a huge gingerbread man in the middle. If that wasn’t enough, the gingerbread man has red eyes and around it it’s written ‘let’s get baked’.
“Hm…”
“What?” Mickey looks down at himself. “Don’t you like it? I thought you’d love this. You love Christmas, you love stupid jokes, it was a perfect match.”
Ian can’t help but smile. “Do I have to wear it?”
Mickey scoffs. “No, I’m wearing it.”
Ian smirks and stands up, getting closer. “Are you sure? Because I think it would look great on the bedroom floor.”
He pulls Mickey close, kissing him deeply, feeling him sigh against the kiss.
When they pull apart, Mickey smiles.
“Sure you don’t want to fuck me in this? It’s a one in a lifetime opportunity.”
Ian laughs and pushes him into the bedroom.
“Keep wearing it and you’re never getting laid again.”
It only takes Mickey two seconds to pull the sweater over his head and throw it on the floor.