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New York. It wasn’t all that different from the Southside. Rude people, drunk people and a hell lot of noise, but it was better somehow. Safer.
Ian and Mickey found a house in the ads, they knew it was risky and it was probably a lot crapier than it sounded, but they could always rent a motel room if necessary. They had been saving up for three months now and they wanted to have a good place.
“So… Do you think it’s gonna be any good?”
“Fucking hope so Gallagher. I’m tired of carrying all our shit.”
Mickey saw Ian’s face and gave him a reassuring smile – “If it’s not will find another one, don’t worry”.
Ian smiled and they rang the doorbell.
They heard several screeching noises, a loud yell and the door opened. It was a man, short, fat and the typical scumbag landlord. Mickey smiled at Ian and he nodded their turned around and left, the man yelled at them and they just kept walking.
***
“I guess a hotel is better than a crappy house, right?”- said Ian smiling and jumping onto the bed.
“Yeah I guess” – Mickey dropped their stuff by the door and smiled as he watched Ian sprawl himself on the bed – “any room for me?”
“Always” – and Ian scotched to let Mickey lay next to him – “at least it’s not a crappy motel. I mean, it’s a really nice bed.”
Mickey smiled, turned on his side facing Ian and gave him a dirty look – “Wanna make it better?”
***
Next morning came and Mickey woke up to a kiss on his forehead – “Good afternoon sleepyhead” – he opened his eyes and saw Ian and his stupid fucking grin.
“That’s some really girl shit” – Mickey sat up.
Ian just ignored his comment and smiled - “I called room service this morning, I ordered some breakfast, it’s probably cold now, but it’s on a train next to the table. “
“Thanks. Need to shower first, and someone needs to come change these sheets.”
“Already called ahead. Hummm, nice view.”
“Shut up Gallagher” – He tried to be mad but as soon as he said it a face spread across his face as he walked in the bathroom, but naked, giving Ian a great view indeed.
Mickey stepped in the shower and Ian followed him into the bathroom, coffee mug in one hand and newspaper in the other – “I was looking through the ads today, but everything remotely good is way too expensive”.
Mickey couldn’t see Ian but he could feel his grin going away – “Maybe not. I’ve got an interview today, its good pay, we could have a good apartment and no part time jobs for you.”
“Really?... But then I’ll feel bad not contributing.”
“It’s ok, you can do the cooking and cleaning and the blowing…” – he went quite trying to understand Ian’s reaction.
The shower door opened and Ian poked his head inside – “cheesy pick-up lines really are your thing aren’t they?”
“Of course, at least for as long as they work.”
Ian stepped inside and kept his part of the deal.