𝑀𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓎 𝑀𝒾𝓁𝓀𝑜𝓋𝒾𝒸𝒽

"Do what?" He asked, taking off his pants and dropping them onto the floor before falling onto the bed.

"Hasn't stopped us before." He said with a shrug, tossing his shirt in the sink before leaving the room to go to his own.

He thought for a second, looking out into the hallway before grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling off. "I'll let you relax, I've already taken a bath. But...I might just not have anything on when I get in bed, and I might not be opposed to whatever you're thinking."

He looked over the clothes, tossing them into the hallway before finally locking eyes with Mickey. "Why are you staring like that? What? Like what you see or something?" he said, "I'd say let's take a bath together but that went so well the first time." he said sarcastically.

He smiled, leaning back against the sink after picking Mickey's discarded clothes from the floor. "Jesus, they did kick your ass, it's bruised more than normal." he teased, looking over Mickey's clothes once he was actually in the tub. "This your blood or theirs on your shirt?"

He smiled a little, plugging the tub and turning it on for Mickey. "Small, short, but incredibly fucking attractive. I think you'd have more fun watching some asshole chase after his car you legally stole than just pushing a few suited up dicks out of a door."

He chuckled, pulling Mickey up so he could give him a kiss. "Yeah, I know. I'm surprised you haven't gotten into the repo business yet. You'd make a living being an asshole to other assholes." he said, grabbing Mickey by the waist and pulling him along towards the bathroom.