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Ian touched his lips, Mickey kissed him.
Their first kiss, was he really listening to him?
Ian started to plot right there; their second kiss would be just as memorable.
Maybe lost in that thought was how Mickey ended up shot in the ass.
Later that night, Mickey was laying on his stomach, Ian on his side so they were face to face.
“You done with the geriatric fucker?”
Ian nodded licking his lips,
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Ian took a breath and leaned in, his hand resting on the back of Mick’s neck.
Mick’s hand gripping Ian’s shirt.
Then they collide.