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Ian’s head fell against the back of the sofa, his eyes squeezing shut. God, he forgot what quietness felt like.
No crying or kid shows about dogs playing in the background, nothing. Just silence. Except for the shuffle of Mickey’s feet against the carpet.
Ian peeled one eye open to see his husband pace back and forth in front of where he sat. “Mickey” He was exasperated. “They’re fine, I promise”
Mickey looked over at Ian like a deer in headlights before returning to chewing his bottom lip, unconvinced.
“You worry too much” Ian sat up, his hands resting on his knees. “Lips got two of his own. What’s two more? Plus Bee’s a good helper, ya know that”
Mickey had always worried about Ruby when she wasn’t there with them. He had always been like that, with his dad and the nurses, further into their marriage. Whenever Ian had gone out for extended periods of time he could always rely on getting a text from Mickey ‘You ok?’ . Ian had always thought it was sweet that he worried but it was equal parts annoying when he wanted some alone time with his husband.
He knew that Mickey was a little more on edge than usual. It was their first night alone since Autumn had been born a few months ago. She was a premie, born almost two full months before her due date. While she was healthier now, Mickey still worried about her. Not to say that Ian wasn’t also thinking about the kids, he was just a lot less paranoid about those types of things. He trusted his brother with his life, plus Lip and Tami’s house was incredibly close to the hospital, worst-case scenario.
Mickey rubbed his thumb against the end of his brow, slowly retreating his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants. “I’m just gonna call Tami real quick, check-in on ‘em”
Ian audibly laughed, getting an eyebrow raise from Mickey. “Fuck you man, sorry for caring”
Ian gave another little chuckle at his husband’s full-blown pout, standing up to meet Mickey in the middle of the living room. His long arms wrapped around Mickey with little resistance. “You need to relax” Ian kissed him gently, prying the phone from his grip. “Ya know what we should do?”
There was a certain sultriness to Ian’s voice, Mickey already half-hard before he even met his eyes. He was so easy these days. “Huh?” Mickey managed, leaning back up for another kiss.
“We should take a bath”
Mickey had to stop himself from physically rolling his eyes. Instead, he opted for pushing his husband’s chest, putting some distance between the two. “Why the fuck would I want to do that?”
“ ‘Cuz maybe then you’ll chill the fuck out” Ian’s hands went back to Mickey's shoulder. The dark-haired man made no attempt to push him off again. “And I’ll give you a blowjob”
Ian got on a kick of asking Mickey to take a bath with him every few months. Mickey was much more willing now than in their early years of marriage but he was always begrudged about it. Ian knew that he secretly liked it, the warm water, the safe weight of Ian wrapping around him, he was even okay with some scented soaps now. Ian also knew that Mickey would rather die than admit he actually liked it. The stubborn asshole.
Mickey pretended to mull it over. “Fine” He huffed.
One blowjob, as promised, later Mickey found himself climbing into the tub, Ian already blissed out against the edge. “Why do you insist we do this shit” Mickey squirmed, the water scolding.
“Because it's romantic,” Ian gave a sigh of contentment, pulling Mickey against his chest. “And it's nice to just sit here with you for a while”
Mickey couldn’t really disagree with the latter statement, but he still grumbled defiantly. That was until Ian’s hand snaked around to rest on his chest. His palm ran circles on his chest hair before fingers ghosted over to his tattoo. All of Mickey’s stiffness melted away as felt Ian’s hand rest on his heart. He leaned back as far as he could, head resting in the crook of his neck.
Minutes passed, Ian’s other hand eventually made its way to Mickey’s centre, palm held out. Mickey took it in an instant, having it so their fingers interlocked under the water.
“Hey, sit up for a second” Ian’s voice came out smooth, patting Mickey’s collar bone to get his attention. They both leaned forward, Ian's arms reaching forward to grab the shampoo bottle to the side of them.
“Bubblegum?” He laughed, his fingers passing their daughter’s soap before he landed on their own.
“Mhm, definitely” Mickey settled back against Ian. The ginger-haired man twisted the cap off, pouring a dollop of shampoo into his palm before scrubbing Mickey’s hair. His fingers scratched against Mickey’s scalp and Ian swore he heard a moan. “Careful there big guy, don’t wanna bust a nut over a scalp massage”
Mickey’s middle finger rose from the water like the locus monster.
“Haven’t even fucked you yet”
“Then why don’t you?” Mickey twisted around to look Ian in the eyes, a challenging grin on his face as he licked his lip.
“Not yet” Ian turned him back around before he opened the body wash. Lathering Mickey’s arm with it.
Eventually, his hand moved down south, right at Mickey’s lower abdomen. He felt him squirm with anticipation. Slowly, Ian’s hand retreated upwards to Mickey’s side. He rubbed the skin there with his thumb a few times before he made his attack. His hands reached either side of Mickey, tickling him.
“You fucker!” Mickey tried but failed, to stifle a laugh, pushing back to no avail.
Ian didn’t stop till Mickey was twisting in his embrace. “You think you’re so tough?” Mickey barely got out between laugher. “I’ll show you whose tough, tough-guy”
The two wrestled around, water splashing out of the tub and all over their tile floor.
Both men eventually grew tired, “Truce?” Ian’s breath was heavy as he held Mickey’s smaller hands in his own, trying to stop him from tickling him.
“Fine”. Ian let go of his hands, Mickey got one last poke in before his hands raised up in surrender.
The two settled back how they were before trying to catch their breath. Mickey felt the rumbles of Ian’s laugh. ‘Shit, we made a mess” Ian looked over the side of the tub to see the puddles of water surrounding them.
“We’re worse than the four-year-old” Mickey snarked.
“You at least relaxed?’
Mickey just hummed, he had slipped down a little as a tickle war casualty, leaving him at the perfect height for his head to rest against Ian’s chest.”You know what would make me even more relaxed?” He tilted his head up to meet Ian’s eyes, grinning.
The two almost ended up hitting their heads on the tub scrambling to get to their bedroom.