"jesus," mickey jumps, nearly falling out of his seat. "you scared the shit out of me."
"sorry." ian plops onto the couch, and mickey tries not to think too much about how close his roommate is sitting next to him. "couldn't sleep, and i saw the light on in the living room. what're you watching?"
mickey turns towards the tv and shrugs. "just criminal minds."
"what an uplifting show to watch at one in the morning."
"it usually puts me to sleep, actually."
"hm." ian raises his brows. "are you sure you're not watching it for a certain someone?"
"i regret telling you that," mickey groans. "i just like reid's character, okay? plus, he's not even my type."
ian looks at him with curious eyes. "what's your type, then?"
hot redheaded alien-looking dorks, mickey wants to say. instead, he throws a pillow at ian's face, to which ian catches and tosses back at him. "don't have one, really. i'm fine with any dick up my ass."
"hm. not every dick," ian mumbles.
mickey's eyes widen. "what?"
"just saying," ian shrugs. "you've never made a move on me, and i have a dick. an above average one, actually, if i'm being honest."
"wh–where is this coming from?" mickey sputters. "you're saying you want us to fuck?"
"what i'm saying is," ian leans in close, warm breath caressing mickey's skin, "if you can't sleep, and i can't sleep, then we could do something together to occupy our time–"
before ian can finish his sentence, mickey catches him by surprise with a soft kiss, their lips slotting against each other hesitantly at first, then quickly deepening and insistent as their tongues intertwine in a fighting frenzy, heated and molten.
"show me this above average dick of yours, then," mickey breathes into ian's ear, and ian responds enthusiastically by dragging mickey to his room and slamming the door shut.
afterwards, as they lie in bed together basking in the afterglow, sweaty and thoroughly spent, ian turns to face mickey and ghosts his fingers along mickey's arm.
"was... that okay?" he asks, quiet, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
"gallagher," mickey brushes ian's hair back and smiles when he sees ian melting into his touch, "i've been wanting to do that since you moved in."
"okay, good," ian says, relieved. "i was scared you'd regret sleeping with me and kick me out of the apartment."
mickey snorts. "my only regret is not jumping your bones earlier."
"well," ian rolls over and straddles mickey, bracketing his thighs around mickey's hips, "we have a lot of time to make up for, then."