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Before the water gets cold [fluff] (part2/2)

So here is part 2 as requested. Or how I call it: What will def not happen if I confornt that dude I was talking about

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Six months passed and Ian didn't make contact again. Their rhythm was gone, it was officially over. Mickey would lie if he'd say it did absolutely nothing to him.

Now it's been seven months.
Ian walked up to Mickey's building. He stared at his name tag and considered ringing, so Ian would buzz the door for him – but he was afraid he wouldn't let him in if he knew it was Ian.

He leaned against the wall next to the building and lit a cigarette.
He would just wait until someone would enter or leave the building and act like he just wanted to have a little smoke outside.

His plan worked out when a woman in a party outfit left the house a few minutes later and Ian could enter the building. Mickey lived on the 6th floor and there was no elevator – he hated that a lot.

He finally reached Mickey's door and rang the bell.
It took Mickey weirdly long to answer – Ian guessed, Mickey saw him through the spy and didn't want to open at first.

"Ian, what are you doing here?"
Ian walked into the apartment, "I need to talk to you."
Mickey closed the door, they were standing in the small hallway that connected kitchen, living room, bedroom and bathroom.

"Who says I want-"
"Just hear me out!", he put his hands on his cheeks, cupping his face, "I'm sorry that I just ran out on you, okay? But the truth is, not seeing you is fucking awful and I made up my mind, okay? I made up my mind about what I want from you, and I want you by my side and I want to be with you. I want to be your boyfriend, I want every emotional connection possible, okay? I just want you, Mickey."

Mickey looked at him with parted lips. He looked conflicted.

They way Ian had imagined it on his way here, Mickey would be happy about his little speech, would be happy Ian wanted him as boyfriend and would answer, that he wanted the same.
But Mickey didn't look happy at all. He took Ian's hands away from his cheeks, but still held them in his hands.
"You had your chance Ian, it's too late."

Ian blinked a few times, "Mick- "

Someone else came from the living room to them.
A tall guy, maybe taller than Ian, he had red, short hair, but apart from that he looked still very different from Ian.
Ian looked from Mickey to him and back.

"Everything alright, babe?"
"I'll be right back, Ian was about leave anyways, right?", Mickey looked up at him.
The other guy nodded and went back to the living room.

Ian took his hands back from Mickey, "Who's that? Your boyfriend?"
"He's my, uh, Ex-boyfriend I told you about. We're giving it another shot."
"Is that the reason you set me an ultimatum? Because you needed to know if I want you or if you should go back to him?"
Mickey shrugged, "It wasn't an ultimatum. I asked you to make up your mind about me, about this, for the sake of both of us."

"I made up my mind now, Mick."
"It's too late, you had your chance."
"It's a fucking hard task, okay? Figuring that out takes longer than until your fucking water gets cold!"
"But that's exactly the point, Ian", Mickey sighed, as if he couldn't believe that he seriously had to explain this to him, "If you would have said, you need more time, that's one thing. But you ran out before the water could get cold."

Ian looked at him sadly and let himself be pushed out of the apartment by Mickey without either of them saying another word.

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