Thinking about Mickey's outfit on their anniversary. Well, mostly thinking about him thinking about it, because, did he? We know that Mickey likes to dress up for important occasions with Ian andang given that he'd planned an entire goddamned party I say it's fair to say the anniversary counts a ”important” in his book. Stands to reason he'd like to put on something nice, right? Only, he can't put on anything obviously nice, like a proper shirt, because Ian will notice and the! jig! will! be! up!!!
Ah, I can see him standing there in front of his wardrobe (well, in front of his trash bags and heaps of clothes on the floor... ), biting his lip as he furiously ponders the perfect choice, selecting then rejecting item after item.
Maybe Ian walks in and spots his husband wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a fearsome scowl. Furrowing his brow, he asks, ”Why are you having a staring contest with your jeans?”
Mickey starts slightly. ”Uh. Just figuring out what to wear.”
”Oh?” And Ian takes a small step closer, something soft and suggestive and hopeful in his voice. ”What's the occasion?”
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. ”Nothing, man. Couldn't remember if I washed this shit or not, but who cares, right?” Mickey throws Ian his very best fake smile and hastily grabs the outfit he'd first considered and flees before his husband can ask him any more questions or Mickey can catch a glimpse of his subtly falling face.
(And later that night, when the jig is indeed up and Ian's got his arm around Mickey and Mickey's leaning into Ian, Ian turns his head slightly and presses a kiss to the top of Mickey's head and murmurs ”you look very nice” and Mickey smiles and smiles because yeah he fucking does, excellent clothes choices were made, and he loves his oblivious hunk of a husband so very much.)
