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Ok, the room was definitely spinning.
Mickey clutched at his head as he slowly opened his eyes, glad they had finally got those blackout curtains for the bedroom, stupid shitty ass moon. Timidly, Mickey sat up in bed, waiting for the nauseous feeling to subside before he moved any further. God everything hurt, he couldn’t even remember what happened last night.
As Mickey sat there, a wave of nausea washed over him, throwing the sheet back, he bolted to the bathroom and violently began to throw up. Once he was done, he looked at himself in the mirror and groaned. He looked terrible, he was pale, his skin was dehydrated, his greasy hair plastered to his forehead, honestly, he had looked better.
Mickey grabbed the mouthwash and took a swig to rid his mouth of the current furry feeling before he immediately spat it out. It burned, normally there was a mild sting but this made his whole mouth feel like it was on fire. He poked his tongue out and stared at himself, dumbfounded.
In the middle of his tongue, was a silver bar piercing through his tongue.
“Oh, what the fuck,” Mickey mumbled with a slight lisp. He stared at the offending item, wondering how it got there. His tongue was red and swollen, at least it didn't look infected.
Hearing noise coming from the lounge room, Mickey stumbled from the bathroom and went to investigate. Sure enough, he found Cole, looking at his hip in the reflection of the stainless-steel toaster, a horrified expression on his face.
“Look at this!” Cole exclaimed shrilly, Mickey clamping his ear at the shrieking sound.
“What?” Mickey snapped, slowly approaching his friend, he was too hungover to deal with this.
“Look!” Cole said, pointing to his hip. Mickey took a moment before his eyes focused on a tiny script tattoo.
“’ I love dick”. Huh, it suits you,” Mickey laughed, though his tongue started to ache.
“I can’t have the word ‘dick’ tattooed on me!”
“It’s true! Besides, you are what you eat!” Mickey lisped voiced told, chuckling at his joke before he held his mouth in pain, Cole stared at him curiously.
“What’s wrong with your voice?” Cole questioned. Scowling, Mickey eventually poked out his tongue to show Cole the offending piercing, which caused the blonde to cackle. As the initial shock started to wear off, a thought sprung to both of their minds.
“What the hell did we do last night?” Cole asked in confusion.
“I don’t fucking know!” Mickey snapped, god his whole head hurt. “You took me to meet that stupid gay friend of yours, the one who is even gayer than you, which I didn't know was humanly possible. All I remember is getting shit-faced since it was the only way I could deal with him.”
“We can’t all be masc like you,” Cole said with a roll of his eyes, his gaze returning to his hip, and pouted, “look at it, my perfect body is ruined!”
“It was ruined when you started injecting that plastic filler shit into your mouth, big puffer fish wanna be,” Mickey snarked, walking to the coffee machine and turning it on. Cole rolled his eyes and flipped him the middle finger.
“You probably can’t drink that, it'll mess up that metal mouth of yours,” Cole informed.
“Worth the risk,” Mickey shrugged as he waited for it to brew. Mickey ran a hand tiredly down his face and sighed, he needed to stop drinking. When the coffee was ready, he poured himself a cup, took a sip and immediately spat it out, his tongue instantly aflame.
As he scowled at the coffee machine, Ian walked through the door, a tray of coffees in hand. He smirked at the other men in the room, entertained by their disheveled state, Ian approached Cole and handed him his coffee.
“Cole, I bought you some coconut oil, the woman at the pharmacy said this is what they recommend to put on your tattoo. I assumed you didn't buy any aftercare products” Ian explained as he handed over the jar before turning to his husband, “and ice coffee for you; helps with the swelling.”
“How the fuck do you know?” Mickey asked perturbed, confused how Ian knew about their new additions.
“Because you both woke me up at 3 am to show me. You also tried to blow me, though you were disappointed the piercer wouldn’t give you a vibrating tongue piercing,” Ian explained with a slight shake of his head.
“Oh, Ian you don’t know how good those are,” Cole said, almost giddy in excitement. “Your dick won’t know what it’s in for, all the- “
“Can you stop talking about my husband’s dick?” Mickey asked, rubbing his temple as his hangover was steadily getting worse. Ian pulled him in close and pressed a kiss to his forehead, Mickey in no mood to fight it.
“Why don’t you go back to bed? I'll bring some painkillers and water for you,” Ian promised. Mickey complied; Ian prepared the same for Cole before joining his husband in bed.
Six weeks later, Mickey walked into the reception area of their apartment building only to be stopped by the receptionist. She handed Mickey a small parcel, explaining a courier had dropped it off earlier in the day.
On his way to his apartment, he opened the little card that was attached to the package, frowning slightly at the message.
‘Tell Ian to thank me later! – C’
Still confused, Mickey opened the box as he stood outside his door. Inside, there was a tongue piercing but not any old tongue piercing. This one was a custom design, as far as Mickey could tell. It was a little middle finger piercing little U-UP on the knuckles, as Mickey tried to prize it free the piercing started to vibrate. Smirking, Mickey opened his front door shouting out to his husband to join him in the bedroom.
Ian certainly did thank Cole later for their new toy.