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Song
/sôNG/ noun
a short poem or other set of words set to music or meant to be sung.
1.
Quarantine had hit everyone hard. Ian felt that he had an extra hard disadvantage, however. He had to stay in the house with all of his siblings and their stir-crazy antics. Sandy had been at their house since the lockdown mandate. She and Debbie were at it like crazy, dare Ian even think more than he and Mickey were. Their constant boning meant that Franny was kicked out of the bedroom to wander down the hall and beg for attention from all her uncles who of course gave in.
Watching over their niece took up some of all of their time. But the rest of the time they remained bored. An unexpected consequence of the pandemic seemed to be that everyone picked up new hobbies to try to combat that boredom. Debbie had started crocheting. She sold her vagina pillows on Etsy to minor success. Carl had reverted back to his long standing childhood hobby of blowing shit up in their backyard. Liam had become a ‘micro-influencer’ on Instagram and live-streamed for the sake of others -whatever that meant-. Ian kept his workout routine and went for a jog around the neighbourhood a few times a day just to keep out of the house. Mickey had seemed to put a priority on his video game skills since he spent so long in prison without a screen he said he felt rusty. Ian called bullshit on that because Mickey still seemed to beat him every round they played.
Other than constantly getting his ass handed to him every round of whatever new mobile PVP game Mickey found and jaw clenching up from the number of blowjobs he had given Mickey in any single twenty-four hour period, there was really nothing else to do.
He was actually jealous of Lip and Tami who had moved to their new house. Sure it was in pretty bad condition and they did have a baby but at least they had something to do.
The only thing Ian had to do was Mickey. Which he definitely wasn’t complaining about. Their sex life was absolutely thriving as they were forced to stay in the shared confined space of their bedroom. They were getting their dicks wet every hour or less. But besides the great sex, there wasn’t much to do. Ian never really liked to stay in one place or at home for a long period of time. As a kid, he figured that was probably because he didn’t want to deal with Monica and Frank and all their bullshit when he was home as a kid but he didn’t want to unpack that trauma. That seemed like information to be dumped on a therapist said in casual conversation down the line.
Getting high seemed like the best option. Ian didn’t think that one day of the entire pandemic lockdown he wasn’t at least a little high. That included those early days at the Amazon warehouse. That was just about the only thing that kept him going those desperate days.
They had finished their joints a few minutes ago and now were knuckled deep into a bag of Doritos. Mickey seemed to have had enough, giving a little sigh as he pushed Ian down, hand firmly pressing against his husband’s tanktop clad chest.
“Mick” Ian made no effort to fish his hand out of the bag, the other that was supporting him, lazily pushed up to barely ward off Mickey. He was lucky he had pretty good core strength or he would be deep into the mattress at that point. He shuffled a bunch more chips into his mouth, the points of the Doritos sticking out as he tried to crunch down on the eight or so haphazardly shoved into his mouth. “Gimme like five more minutes before we can go again, think my dick is sore”
“Shut up, I’m not trying to fuck you right now” Mickey quickly dismissed, pushing Ian all the way down, giving the man no option but to lay down flat, the edge of the pillow poked against his temple. Mickey soon followed the movement, lazily lying all of his body weight straight onto Ian. The ginger gave a cough as the full weight of Mickey’s boneless body laid on top of him.
They shifted, getting comfortable, Ian’s hand snaked around to grab at Mickey. Ian’s hand found solace rubbing up and down against Mickey’s bare chest. Fingertips purposefully lingering over the raised ink of his poorly healed tattoo. Ian could feel goosebumps starting to form all over his husband’s skin but didn’t give in. He leaned his face down, placing a soft kiss on the side of Mickey’s eye. Mickey’s eyes were half-lidded as he hummed contently. Ian studied his completely relaxed expression, smacking lips, eyes fluttering shut. He ruined the man’s peace with a little laugh.
“The fuck you giggling for?’ Mickey’s head immediately snapped up watching as his husband flattened his pillow sitting up against it.
“Nothing,” another giggle. Mickey tried to get his eyes to open wider at the sentiment, trying to appear soberer than he was to no success.
“You just look really high right now”
Mickey gave a little snort at that. “Asssued operation dumbass”
“Astute” Ian corrected him, leaning down to place another kiss against his skin. Ian leaned back his strained neck, going flat on the bed again. He then chuckled again. “Mick, would you still love me if I was an ant?” his voice was quiet, extremely serious.
Mickey sighed, forcing his arm down to hit Ian’s chest, knocking a little more ait out of him. “Why do you always have to ask dumb fucking questions?”
“Hey, it’s not dumb” Ian’s voice was a little saddened. Mickey couldn’t believe he was entertaining this but still peaked up at Ian through his lashes.
“I wanna know. Would you still love me?”
“Mm, are you at least sexy?”
“Can ants be sexy?”
Mickey gave a little shrug, raised shoulders poked into Ian’s chest. “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen an ant that closes up to know” His hand reached lazily across the mattress, feeling their lighter, another unused joint, a few chip remains and their bottle of lube across his palm before his desired object. He brought the phone close up to his face quickly googling ‘ants up close’ and zooming in on the first picture he saw.
He grimaced looking up at Ian, the phone almost slamming into his husband's unexpecting face. “Ants are ugly as hell man, I don’t know if we could still be married if you were one”
Ian frowned at that. “ I would still love you if you were an ant”
Mickey’s frown deepened. “Really?”
Ian gave an approving little hum, tossing the phone back into the messy pile of their other belongings.
“Fine, then I guess we can stay married if you wake up as an ant one day”
Mickey could feel Ian’s contentful hums vibrating throughout his chest. “Good” a second of silence as he continued to think. “What if I was a Broadway performer, would we still be married then?”
“Why would you be on broadway?’
“Because of my natural unmatched singing voice and breathtaking dance moves?” his voice was accusing as if that wasn’t his most palatable trait laid out right there.
Mickey rolled his eyes at that. “Would you make me sit through your shows?”
Ian’s hands grabbed either side of Mickey’s shoulders, tossing him off his chest and to the side so he could get a better look at him. “Would you not want to?” A genuine frown. “I mean, I would have to listen to you sing every night and that’s not fair to me” A shit-eating grin, eyebrows raised in a challenge. Ian happily accepted that, clearing his throat over-dramatically before bursting into song.
“Mamma Mia here we go again blaaa blaaa words words Mommy Mia” he belted, from down the hall, Carl’s voice rang through with an ever polite “shut the fuck up” Mickey agreed with his brother-in-law’s sentiments, palms pushing up to try and cover Ian’s mouth.
The two tussled, breaking out into play fighting as they rolled all over their crumb coated sheets.
“Fuck you” Ian’s hand pushed up at Mickey’s cheek, his husband somehow getting the advantage of being on top and straddling his hips, throwing playful hits at Ian. Ian reached down, managing to grab at Mickey’s wrists, stabling the shorter man on him, hands placed firmly on Ian’s lower abdomen. “I have a fantastic singing voice”
Mickey snorted, taking the last of his energy to roll off of Ian, landing on the bed beside him, in heavy pants. “Don’t quit your day job their tough guy” they both turned their heads to meet one another's eyes, another giggle as they let the bed engulf them. Mickey smacked his lips once more, mustering all of his remaining strength to strain up and pull the blanket over his legs, goosebumps still not subsisting.
“Hey man,” he said after a long moment of silence. Ian had forgotten they were still in their room at that point, mind drifting beyond space and time. Fuck Sandy might have been annoying when she was fucking his sister but damn if she didn’t have good weed readily available.
Ian realised his mouth was agape, mouth dry from the kush and the open hanging. He also realised Mickey was once again pinned against him.
“Uh? Yeah?” he finally answered Mickey a few minutes later.
“What was that song we sang that one time?”
“Gotta be more specific man we’ve sang a lot of songs”
“No, you know which one I’m talking about”
“No, I really don’t” Ian tried to sit up forgetting that Mickey’s weight was pinning him down.
“Fuck you, ya know… the one” he started to hum a nondescript tune. The concentration of his face, lips twitching, eyebrows slacked caught Ian off guard so much he began to laugh again.
“Stop laughing at me” Mickey twisted around a little, shoving his palms into Ian’s chest.
“Well you're not singing a real song” Ian tried to defend himself grabbing onto Mickey’s wrists. Both of them forgot they were there at that time staying like that as Mickey continued to sing stringing together random words.
“Mick, that’s not a song”
“Yes, it is!” His eyebrows turned downward frustrated that Ian wasn’t able to read his mind like he wanted him to. “At Last” he finally crooned out.
“Shit, are you talking about our wedding song?” Ian sat up a little straighter finally getting on the same wavelength as Mickey.
He received another hit to the chest. “No asshole I wouldn’t forget our wedding song” he looked dead serious and a little offended at the accusation.
“But that's what you just sang”
“No, it wasn’t shut up and listen to me”
Mickey continued to hum something.
“Mick” Ian gave an exasperated huff. “I have seriously never heard that song ever once in my life and I’ve lived a very long life”
“You haven't lived a very long life” Mickey immediately protested.
“Uh-huh twenty-six whole years”
“Bitch, you aren’t twenty-six” Mickey gave him an incredulous look. “I’m twenty-six, not you”
Ian’s mouth hung open. “Oh yeah,” he gave a little laugh, hands finally going from Mickey's wrists where he held his husband in place to his hips. “Ok, I’m tired of thinking” Ian gave him a dopey smile drawing their bodies together. He kissed down Mickey’s neck, eyes looking up. Mickey immediately gave a nod of consent, going to rip Ian’s shirt off.
Chests heavy, struggling to get breaths in between frantic movements. Their lips meeting together messily, full of teeth and spit. Their bodies were stuck in one another’s gravitational pulls as they sat up. Hips grinding down on whatever they could until Ian suddenly remembered something. Hand extended to Mickey’s chest to stop his advancements.
“Mickey, I just remembered shazam”
“Sha hum ?”
“The app for the music you sing into it and it gives you a song”
“Pff ok?”
Ian’s hand reached out to his nightstand, patting the wood a few times before his palm landed on his phone he clicked it on opening the app. He held his phone speaker to Mickey’s lips, getting a little shutter in response as Mickey gave a little jump phone suddenly right in front of his face.
Mickey sang a little more this time more coherently. The app didn’t pick up his jumbled nothings but Ian got what he was trying to do that time around.
“Mick,” he laughed, suddenly recognising the tune.
“What now?” Mickey was previously sitting on his knees. He leaned forward, arms extending forward to grab Ian’s arm, balancing his weight. He stabilised himself, still a little wobbly as he resorted to just blinking at Ian. “Are we gonna fuck or?” one of his hands wandered south, playing with the hem of Ian’s shirt, slowly trying to roll it up.
“Yeah, yeah, in a sec,” Ian’s hand followed Mickey’s making no attempt to swat him away. They stayed like that for a second, trying to stay balanced, flesh on flesh till Ian remembered he had the purpose of doing something.
“Sing the song again”
Mickey rolled his eyes, kicking himself for even bringing it up in the first place. His boner was beginning to strain against his boxers. He sighed, giving in, singing broken phrases again.
“Mickey!” A little giggle, “That's not ‘At Last’, that's fucking Love Is A Battlefield” Ian had graduated to full-on snorting.
“Bitch, I told you it wasn’t at last”
They had a staredown before both of them gave in to their quickly watering eyes. “Fuck man” Mickey gave a little laugh, wiping his slightly teary eye. “I wouldn’t forget our wedding song” Mickey’s eyebrows raised, a more serious trade now.
Ian just gave him a little nod, leaning forward to lazily draw their lips together. They stayed like that, sloppy kisses until Ian felt Mickey smiling against him. “We are strong” he mumbled, finally pulling away, smile exponentially growing. “No one can tell us we’re wrong” he continued to croon gently into the side of Ian’s neck.
“Searching our hearts for so long” Ian joined in, a smile similarity appearing across his dazed expression like the joy was contagious, which those days it was as much as the pandemic. “ Both of us knowing” Ian held out the last note, sharing a knowing grin with his husband. He pulled Mickey’s arms out so they were face to face once more.
“Cus love is a battlefield!” They both yelled out, hands drawing to one another, pulling their bodies closer. “Yyyeahhh Love is a battlefield!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Carl once again yelled. The two of them erupted into a giggling mess before remembering they were undressed. Carl would later regret his interruption, he prefered the sound of singing to the low groans and moans.