Bubble Bath Re-Write π«§π
I found this little re-write while going through my google docs this morning and felt the need to share it with yβall π
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Mickey was fucking uncomfortable. The cold metal faucet was digging into his back. The scent of the bubbles was too strong. The water was too hot. This felt weird and fucking embarrassing. And his knees were starting to cramp from the position.
Ian looks nice and fucking comfortable, eyes closed, relaxed back against the slanted part of the tub.
βThis is gay.β Mickey grumbled, because itβs all he knows to say to keep himself from lashing out.
βWeβre gay, Mick,β Ian answers back, eyes still closed, but Mickey shakes his head.
βNah. I donβt think Iβm this gay,β He says, unsure. He wants to like it but itβs just not doing it for him. Is this really how couples take fucking baths together? Nah.
βNope. Iβm getting out,β Mickey stands quickly, the water sloshing around in the tub.
Before he can step out a large hand is closing around his wrist to stop him.
βMick, waitββ
βNo, I donβt like it,β he says but he doesnβt make a move to leave again. Ian looks up at him, catching his eye with those puppy dog green ones, stares at him for a minute before his face goes all soft and mushy.
βCβmere,β He says, the corner of his mouth tugging up as he gently pulls Mickey back down.
He goes without a fight, letting Ian position him between those long, strong legs.
This isnβt so bad, Mickey hums to himself as he relaxes back against Ianβs chest, his legs less cramped in this position, nothing hard digging into his backβwell, the hard part wasnβt completely true, but this one was welcome.
βBetter?β Ian asks, his hands sliding up and down Mickey's biceps, squeezing every now and then in a lazy massage.
βMhmm,β Mickey hums, nodding slightly against Ianβs shoulder.
The water had cooled off a bit, the scented bubbles werenβt making him nauseous anymore and the only thing digging into his back was his husband's hard on and he could happily live with that.
Somehow Ian ended up with his face pressed to Mickeyβs neck, hands rubbing at every part of his husbands body he could reach from this position. He mouths at the skin of Mickeyβs neck every now and then; open mouthed kisses, gentle sucks and love bites.
Mickey tilts his head to the side, wanting more. Loves the way Ianβs mouth feels on him.
βDonβt like fighting with you,β Ian says suddenly against his skin, low and soft. Mickey's eyes flutter open, not even realizing theyβd fallen closed in his relaxation.
βHm?β
βI donβt like fighting with you.β Ian repeats, pressing another kiss to Mickey's neck then his jaw. βAbout anything.β
Mickeys quiet for a minute. Bites the inside of his lip in thought. Ian never stops kissing or touching him.
βYeah, me, either,β He finally replies. And itβs true. He hates fighting with Ian aboutβ¦anything.
They arenβt stupid teenagers anymore. Sometimes they can be stupid adults but they know how to communicate better now but sometimesβ¦sometimes communicating is fucking hard and it makes him uncomfortable.
βMaybe, we could like, do this more often?β Mickey says, turning his face to press his forehead against Ianβs jaw.
βYeah?β Ian asks and Mickey feels his smile more than he can see it.
βYeah.β He answers, kissing Ianβs chin before snuggling back against his husband's chest once again.
βHm,β Ian hums after a moment, nuzzling against Mickey's ear. βWanna fool around?β
A smile spreads wide across Mickey's face as a hand slides between his thighs.
βAbsolutely.β
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