Reckless Harmony

Hell Yeah It's a Date

Mickey's bruises start to fade, and the pain from his injuries eases up. He spends a couple of days in the hospital, following the doctor's orders to rest and stay hydrated, typical concussion recovery stuff.

And Ian doesn't leave his side no matter what.

When Mickey finally gets discharged, the reality of the situation hits him as he receives the bill for all the medical expenses—IVs, treatments, the whole deal. It's a bit of a blow since Mickey doesn't have insurance, but thankfully, he has some cash saved from the tour to cover it.

But, fuck if that's what he should be thinking right now.

He's brought back to the present by Ian's voice.

"Hey, where'd you wander off to?" Ian whispers as his lips brush against Mickey's neck in a playful kiss.

Mickey lets out a heavy breath. "Nowhere, just lost in thought."

Ian sighs, pulling Mickey closer, their bodies fitting together snugly and they lock eyes.

So much love. So much care.

They've been lying like this for a while now, ever since they stumbled home from the hospital, drained and exhausted from the light and smell, collapsing onto Ian's small bed.

It's early morning, and none of the Gallaghers have noticed their quiet return.

Mickey's hands glide over Ian's body, savoring every moment of the intimacy between them. The room is filled with the soft sound of skin meeting skin as their hands explore each other's contours.

He traces his fingertips down Ian's cheek, lingering over his jawline before grazing his thumb across his soft, pink lips. Ian's breath hitches at the touch, a subtle gasp escaping him. Mickey's touch continues its journey, trailing down Ian's collarbone and then brushing lightly over a clothed nipple, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from Ian. His fingers dance over Ian's belly, drawing delicate circles here and there, before tracing along his hipbone.

Down, down, down Mickey's hand travels, until it reaches Ian's thigh, where he begins to massage it gently, the sensation sending waves of warmth coursing through Ian's body.

As they begin to undress each other, their movements are unhurried, almost languid. Their hands wander, tracing familiar paths over each other's bodies with a tenderness that speaks volumes. Each discarded piece of clothing is like shedding layers of inhibition, a silent testament to their trust and vulnerability in one another.

Finally, they sigh, enveloped in each other's embrace. Exhaustion washes over them like a gentle wave, and the world around them begins to blur and fade away.

***

"When did they get back?" Carl rubs his eyes, muttering to himself as he surveys the couple snuggled in Ian's bed. He hops down from the bunk bed and heads out to the hallway with Liam in tow, where he bumps into Lip going about his usual morning routine.

"Well, look who decided to show up," Lip remarks with a smirk, glancing over at the deeply asleep couple entwined in each other's arms. "The lovebirds are finally home, huh?"

"Seems like it," Carl replies wearily, stifling a yawn.

Lip remarks, eyeing the couple in Ian's bed. "You didn't notice anything?"

Carl rubs his eyes, still groggy from sleep. "Nah, I was totally passed out."

"Damn, they're clinging to each other's like monkeys."

"Yeah," Carl yawns. "Wish I had someone to cling to like that."

Lip claps Carl on the back and ruffles his hair as he heads into the bathroom. "Ah, don't worry, little bro. You'll find someone someday."