Fuck, it was always so good.
Mickey had to brace himself on the back of the couch, and he tilted his head back with a long moan.
Roger was struggling to catch his breath in the aftermath, grinning dumbly as he purred, “Mm… wow.”
“Uh huh,” Mickey panted in agreement, groaning as he rolled off of Roger. He flopped down on the far end of the couch, pulling off the condom and throwing it on the floor.
Roger turned onto his side, stretching out his body with a very pleased mumble. He reached down to grab his jumpsuit and retrieve a pack of cigarettes with a lighter inside.
“Didn’t know you smoked.”
Roger lit up, inhaling deeply as he chuckled. “After getting’ fucked like that, anybody would need a fuckin’ cigarette.”
“Fair.” Mickey smirked and raised up his arm in invitation.
Roger seemed surprised but accepted, scooting over to cuddle up against Mickey’s side. He took a puff, blowing out a few smoke rings.
“Man of many talents,” Mickey observed.
“Mmm, you just got to experience my very best one.”
“Fuck yeah.” Mickey closed his eyes, lightly brushing his thumb over Roger’s shoulder. “You all right?”
“Not really,” Roger replied honestly. “Still pretty fucked up.”
“I know,” Mickey said quietly, wishing he was better at being comforting. He pressed a quick kiss to Roger’s forehead. “I swear to you. Somehow, some fuckin’ way, Salvatore will fuckin’ pay for this.”
“We need to call Cold.” Roger flicked his ashes on the floor.
“Yeah.” Mickey grimaced.
“Probably should have done that first.”
“No shit.” Mickey stood and pulled his pants and underwear back up, getting his phone out of his pocket to make the call.
“What thefuckis going on?” Cold demanded furiously.
“The job went real fuckin’ bad.”
“I’ve heard.” Cold took a deep breath. “Carville called me. Said there was a shootout at the plant. At least eight men dead, two more in critical condition. Most of them have been identified as members of the Luchesi family. Apparently there was also some kind of explosion?”
“Roger brought party favors.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to call. I’ve been waiting for someone,anyone, to call me.”
“We just got safe. Me and Roger.”
Cold paused. “We need to meet.”
“Where? We’re good to go.”
“And it’s only the two of you?”
Mickey grimaced. “Yeah, Boss.”
“Come to Alistair’s. Right now.”
“Be right there, Boss.” Mickey hung up and sighed. “We gotta go. Boss wants to talk to us.”
