Fics like What Moves the Body

Mickey says in a quiet voice, “sometimes I wake up and I can’t move.” Ian closes his eyes. Presses his face into Mickey’s skin and listens. “Try to get my arm to move and it just doesn’t go. Or my legs, they don’t even twitch. I just lay there. Only thing I can do is breathe, and even then —” Mickey swallows, hard. Ian can feel the muscles in his neck tensing, can hear the hard gulp of it cresting like a wave in his ear. Ian can imagine the expression on Mickey’s face without looking in the window’s reflection: the closed eyes, the pinched eyebrows, mouth clamped shut, jaw working around words his brain can’t bring himself to let go of yet. He’s scared. Ian knows this, but he also needs Mickey to admit it before they can do anything about it. ______ Ian wakes up in the middle of the night alone in his own bed. That's not so usual anymore. So Ian sets off to see where Mickey might have gone.

Fics like What Moves the Body

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