Fics like Just in my Shirt (Don't Take it Off)

"Hey," Mickey snaps his fingers, startling Ian out of his thoughts. "Are you even listenin' to me?" "Of course," Ian says, an instinctual response for all spouses who aren't actually paying any attention. "The guys were cash-hungry, uh, dumbasses." "Mm," Mickey hums, crossing his arms, the shirt material shifting with the movement and showing more tantalizing skin, emphasizing his pecs. "My eyes are up here, Ian." He feels his cheeks burn as he looks up, caught. Mickey's staring at him, leaning back against the dresser with a small, amused smile. Kind of cocky in that way that drives Ian insane. The asshole knows what he's doing when he drapes his arms along the length of the dresser, stretching the shirt further, inching up the bottom to show off more thigh. It makes Ian gulp when his eyes flicker down, briefly, but enough for Mickey to notice, a smug little smirk plastered onto his face once Ian meets his eyes again. - Or, Ian really, really likes Mickey in his shirt. And his thighs. He likes those too.

Fics like Just in my Shirt (Don't Take it Off)

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