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Mickey stares down at the small bouquet of flowers, a sudden wave of doubt hitting him. What was he doing? Ian wouldn't want flowers... right? Well, it's not like it matters. He already bought the damn things. Taking a breath, he tries to steady his nerves before shoving the flowers behind his back and walking into the Gallagher house. Looking around, he spots Debbie in the kitchen. Before he even tries to say anything, she looks over at Mickey, raising an eyebrow. "What's behind your back?" she asks, craning her neck around. Mickey sneers, only getting more worked up over this stupid fucking plan of his. "None of your damn business. Where's Ian?" She doesn't respond, still trying to get a peek at what's hid behind him, seeing a flash of red. After a few seconds, she gives up, losing interest and waving her hand towards her brother's room. "He's in his room." Wordlessly, Mickey leaves without his typical snarky comment. Watching him leave, Debbie gets a better view of the... flowers?
Feeling another wave of doubt, Mickey shakes his head. He knocks on the bedroom door before cracking it open, eyes landing on Ian. He's laying on his bed, a cigarette hanging from his fingers as he stares at the ceiling. "Uh.. hey." Hearing a voice, his gaze darts over to Mickey and a small smile creeps onto his face. "Hi, Mick." Ian's eyes slowly drift back to the ceiling. Mickey walks up to the redhead, his heart beating out of his chest. "I, uh.... I got you something." This catches his attention, and he pulls himself up, back now resting against the headboard. "Oh yeah? What is it?" He's a bit confused at his boyfriend's words. They don't give each other gifts. It's just.. not something they do. It's pretty obvious he's nervous as Ian watches him, waiting for Mickey to just reveal what it is already. His eyebrows furrow, thinking something over, before shoving the flowers into Ian's chest. "You got me... flowers?" He stares down at the small bouquet of roses, stunned.
"Yeah... just- do you want the damn flowers or not, Gallagher?" Ian snorts, taking the roses from Mickey's clenched fist. "Why'd you get me these?" He asks, looking back up. Mickey's cheeks heat up and he shrugs. "Just felt like it." Ian can tell there's more to it than he's letting on, but decides to drop it. "This is real cheesy, especially for you, Mick." He gets no response, just a shrug as his boyfriend stares at the floor to avoid his gaze. Ian sighs, putting out his cigarette and setting the roses on the bed next to him. Leaning forward, he grabs Mickey's chin and tries to force him to look forward. Mickey's head doesn't move. "Mick... look at me." He slowly looks at Ian, while still avoiding eye contact. Ian leans forward, pulling him into a kiss. Mickey melts into the kiss, one of his hands snaking up to grab Ian's neck as the other rests on his back. Ian's hands grab onto Mickey's hair as his tongue gently pushes into Mickey's mouth, deepening the kiss. After a few moments, Ian pulls away, letting their foreheads rest against each other. He slides back down into the position he was in before, laying on his back as Mickey lies on top of his chest. He runs his hand through his boyfriend's hair, grinning. "Thanks for the flowers, Mick. I love them." Ian gets a small smile out of him with that and he settles down, resting his head against Ian's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Maybe.. his idea wasn't that stupid.