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Ian and Mickey were never close. The two shared similar interests but no one, not even them thought their personalities went well together. At least that's what they assumed the other thought. They only knew each other because Ian was best friends with Mandy, Mickey's younger sister. Mickey disliked him at first and always gave Ian death glares because he assumed that he was only friends with Mandy to get in her pants, he later learned that wasn't the case.
The two hung out on occasion but only when Mandy was around, and when they did they never talked much.
Ian was at the Milkovich house and talking to Mandy and Mickey about how he can't stay home the next day because a gas leak was being fixed in his house and he had no where to go.
"Why don't you stay here then?" Mandy suggested
"You're not even gonna be home tomorrow. Aren't you and fuckheads goin to some fuckin party or some shit" Mickey interrupts then taking a drag from his cigarette.
"He has no where else to go Mick. It'll be fine. You guys can get to know eachother better or some shit."
Mickey shakes his head in response and looks Ian up and down.
"Are you sure I can stay?" Ian asks mainly Mickey, being unsure of the situation.
"Listen man I don't give a fuck about what you do." Mickey hissed. He'd rather jack off then spend time with Ian.
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Ian got ready and stole weed from Lip and Kev's ice cream truck, hoping it'd help him and Mickey get along better.
He made is way up to the doorstep and thought about whether he should go through with this or not. He knocked on the door hesitantly and heard
"fuck- It's open!" From the inside along with a door slamming.
Ian walked into the house and scanned the room before spotting Mickey by the tv with a cigarette in his mouth and a bottle of beer in his hand while struggling to open a dvd case. He tossed his shoes next to the door and walked into the living room. He wanted to made a stupid remark about how Mickeys struggling, to annoy him but couldn't think of anything to say.
Ian stood watching Mickey awkwardly until he turned around and Ian pulled out a small baggie with the joints in it and tossed it on the coffee table that was full of cans, ashes, and trash in front of Mickey.
"Nice, Gallagher." Mickey said with a grin and made his way to the kitchen.
Ian sat down and unconsciously stared at Mickey, taking in what he was wearing; A grey tank top that showed off almost half of his upper chest and his toned arms, and grey sweats that sat low on his hips.
"The fuck 're you looking at" Mickey asked, handing him a beer.
He always hated when people stared at him, especially men. It made him feel weird.
"Uh. Sorry I was spaced out." Ian said with a squeaky awkward giggle.
He knew it was a shit lie. He knew the older boy could tell that he was checking him out. Neither wanted to admit it though. Mickey wasn't Ian's type, that he knew of. Considering Mickey's straight, and Ian's only been with older guys and closeted gay dudes around the neighbourhood he hadn't given much thought in who or what he was into. So he blamed his staring on being tired and distracted, which he was.
The two eventually smoked the weed Ian brought in a comfortable silence and watched whatever Mickey had playing, (Ian paying no attention and just trying to stay awake so he doesn't look like a pussy.) while sitting on the opposite ends of the couch away from each other.
The last thing Ian remembers in laying his head in his hand, and convincing himself he's 'resting his eyes' rather then sleeping. He was in a half asleep state, still capable of dreaming but still able to hear what's going on around him. His whole dream consisted of the walls of the Milkovich's living room waving like water, and Mickey eye fucking Ian while palming himself through his sweats.
He jolted awake and looked towards Mickey to confirm it was just in fact a dream, while Mickey gave him a confused and almost angry glare. The redhead sat up straight and grabbed his almost warm beer with a shaky hand and basically chugged it hoping it'd wake him up in some way. He did not want to dream about fucking his best friends brother. Sure he was weirdly attractive but if Ian ever even thought about it for more than a minute he'd be even more awkward and nervous around Mickey. Would never be able to go to his house again, and that'd for sure make Mandy question some things. And the fact that Mickey was straight was also a problem. He'd vowed to himself to never fall for a straight guy.
A few minutes later and he's back to a half asleep dreaming state again. This time more intense then the last. Mickey was shirtless and sweaty, his hand in his sweats and his free hand holding onto the back of the couch. Ian tries to move towards him but can't, and quickly realizes he's asleep but can't bring himself to wake up. The sight in front of him is breathtaking. Mickey's pale skin flushed red, eyes lightly closed and his jaw hanging open. He can still here the background noise of the tv and Mickeys occasional huffs that were meant to be laughs. That throws him off a bit.
Ian traces his eyes over Mickeys torso, admiring his pale barely visible abs and shiny skin. The way his eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly open, only showing his two front teeth is enough to make Ian groan. Mickey starts thrusting into his hand.
"Gallagher?" Ian hears, his mind racing.
"Gallagher." he hears again, then feels a sharp pain in his shin.
He wakes up and realizes what just happened. He's scared to look towards Mickey. Scared that he somehow knows. And it's as if Mickey somehow read his mind.
"What you dreaming about, Gallagher?" Mickey sneered, giggling at his own words.
Ian decided he'd play dumb.
"What do you mean?" He asked, finally looking over to Mickey who had a shit eating grin on his face. Ians Voice going higher with every word making it painfully obvious he knew exactly what Mickey meant.
"I dunno. You were groaning and shit. Thought you were having some pussy ass nightmare. But then," he pauses, and moves his eyes from Ian's, down to his crotch. "There's that." Mickey teased.
Ian quickly shifted trying to hide his hard on. His face flushed as he tried to think about what Mickey was going on about. He knew that Mickey knew he was gay. Shit everyone did, the thing that confused him the most was the fact Mickey wasn't kicking his ass for even thinking about cock in his presence. Mickey was known for being homophobic.
Mickey stood up and raised his eyebrows playfully at Ian before walking to his room. Leaving Ian confused. He stopped in from if his door and turned back to the redhead.
"holy fuck." he said under his breath. "You coming firecrotch?" He asked.
"What?" Ian replied. Why was Mickey asking him to come into his room? This is how he was gonna die, he was sure of it. What homophobe asks a gay guy with a hard on into his room?
Mickey walked towards Ian and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards his room.
"Fuck you're stupid." Mickey mumbles on the way.
The fear Ian has as he's pulled into Mickey's room is almost turning him on even more. Not that he'd ever admit that. Then all of a sudden his back is getting pushed against the door, and Mickey's hands are under his shirt exploring every inch of his torso. That fully woke him up. Mickey then dropped to his knees and looks up at Ian, the shocked expression on his face making him laugh. Mickey leans in closer to Ians crotch, not breaking eye contact. Waiting for Ian to give him any sign to continue. He gets the hint and nods eagerly.
Soon enough his pants are getting pulled down to his ankles along with his boxers. Mickey's eyes widen and he just stares at Ian's dick for a minute before losing his own tank top. He starts stroking Ian at a teasingly slow pace, just to hear the needy pants come out of the taller boy.
"I don't know what kind of fucked up shit you're into, Gallagher but judging on how hard you are it must've been real hot" Mickey chuckles, almost drooling over the man in front of him.
"Fuck. Yeah- you are" Ian mumbles, hooking his fingers under Mickey's chin so they're making eye contact. The older boys face goes red and his breath catches in his throat, but he punches the redhead in the leg to make him shut up. Then next thing he knows he's swallowing down all nine inches of the hottest guy he knows. Not that there were many hot gay guys on the south side.
Mickey didn't really know what he was doing, he'd never done anything but fuck guys in prison. Yet Ian was almost passing out from how good it felt. From one of Mickey's hands on his hips to keep him in place, and the other stroking what he couldn't fit in his mouth, to the way he teased the tip of his dick then took as much of him as he could. Every time Ian would moan, Mickey would let out a low groan around him.
"Mick, -fuck- stop" Ian moaned out, slowly pulling Mickey off him by his hair.
Mickey let out a whine around him and stared up at him innocently while peppering kisses on the tip. The sight alone almost made Ian cum.
"Wanna fuck you" Ian mumbled, almost embarrassed to say it.
Mickey stands up and holds Ian close, breathing on his neck. Too scared to kiss him. He pushes him onto the bed and straddles his lap, grinding on his dick. Foreheads pressed together, the urge to kiss him so strong. Scared that if he kisses him, that'll confirm he's gay. That all the gay allegations will be true, and the 'it's just for release. Guys know what they're doing.' excuse won't work anymore.
Ian leans closer forward, attempting to kiss him but Mickey just stops his movement and pulls away. His heart racing. He just stands in front of Ian, pulling off his shirt then Ian helps pull down his sweats. As tough as Mickey is, he's shy. He doesn't like to be seen like this. Every time he's fucked someone he's always left his shirt on, or left everything on and just had his pants at his knees. But the way Ian stares at him, fucking him with his eyes overwhelms him. He doesn't put any effort in trying to hide himself.
Ian pulls him close, leaning his head against Mickey's chest, grabbing his ass and slowly pumping his dick, knowing he must be painfully hard. They separate and Ian sucks on his fingers, getting ready to prep Mickey.
"No.." Mickey whines, and sits in front of Ian and pulls his fingers out of his mouth, and puts them in his own. The taste of Ian driving him mad. Ian swears he blacked out after he felt Mickey pull off his fingers with a pop, and guided them down to his ass.
Ian pushes one finger in and Mickey jerks forward, and leans on the redhead with his arms over his shoulders. Ian adds another and Mickey starts to relax and enjoy the pleasure, he stays kneeling in front of Ian, but pulls back from leaning on him. Just holding onto his shoulders and staring at him.
He finally gives into his urges, forgetting about the fear of criticism people would give him, the fear of admitting to himself that he's gay, forgetting everything his dad has said about gay people. The way Ian's eyes were heavy and so full of lust and admiration looking at him, how his face was flushed, how his mouth was slightly parted, and his hair was messy and slightly stuck to his forehead. Mickey couldn't resist him any longer.
He leaned in and kissed him. It caught Ian off guard. It was Mickey's first kiss, but he just went with what felt right. The two tasted of booze and weed. The kiss was full of want and need, making them both try and get unbelievably closer to each other.
"Gallagher. * fuck. * me. *" Mickey moaned out in between kisses, he needed more than just Ian's fingers or he felt like he would've started crying. And with that Ian shoved him onto his back and pulled his fingers out of the bottom, making Mickey whine for more.
"um.. lube? Condom?" Ian questions quietly.
"Shit. No. I'm clean." Mickey replies.
"Me too." Ian says, and then starts laughing above Mickey.
"Fuck you laughing at Gallagher?" Mickey asks, becoming slightly insecure; thinking Ians laughing at him.
"You seriously steal from every store but never thought of stealing lube or condoms?" Ian prods.
"Shut up and get on me. Fuckin kick you out and jack off myself" Mickey begs, no real threat to actually kick him out in his voice.
With that Ian lines up with Mickey’s rim and slowly pushes in. They both groan in unison. He looks up at Mickey when he's all the way in and he looks distressed. He holds Mickey's hand and kisses his body everywhere he could reach.
"You okay?" Ian ask's worriedly.
"Mhm... touch me." Mickey whines, turning his head away from Ian to hide that he's blushing.
Ian reaches in between the two of them and lightly strokes Mickey, not wanting to make him cum already. After a minute, Mickey grinds down onto him and Ian takes it as a sign to start moving.
Ian's thrusts are slow, unsure of how Mickey likes it but when Mickey gets a desperate look on his face, Ian takes it as a sign to speed up.
"Fuck Gallagher, you're good." Mickey moans unintentionally, then blushing at his own words. Clearly embarrassed.
"God, can you feel how hard I am?" Ian asks while grinding slow and hard into Mickey, And he can. He can feel Ian throbbing and twitching inside him. His stomach beats up and he can barely think. The pleasure is too much but not enough.
“Faster. Please?” Mickey asks, voice raspy and completely fucked out.
Ian speeds up, causing Mickey’s lust filled eyes he loves so much to squeeze shut.
“Look at me.” Ian says, in an almost desperate voice. He’s ramming into the older boys prostate and it’s all so good.
Mickey opens his eyes to Ian already looking at him.
“Hi.” Ian whispers at him, a loving smile on his face. Motherfucker. Making Mickey feel like the worlds biggest fag with the way his body heats up and how he feels so soft wanting to hold Ian forever. It makes him so overwhelmed with emotions. He doesn’t know if he wants to kiss Ian or kick him out.
He chooses to kiss him. It’s more of them licking and panting into each others mouths.
Ian slows down just enough for Mickey to notice, as if he was purposely trying to tease him. Make him beg. Which was exactly what he wanted to do. He wants to see Mickey fall apart under him. Have full control over his body, but not tonight. It’s too soon, and he doesn’t want to risk his chances.
Mickey reaches in between them and tries to jerk off, he needs more so badly. Just before he got what he wanted Ian slapped his hand away.
“You close?” Ian asks while wrapping his hand around Mickey’s dick, just holding it and rubbing painfully slow circles into the tip. Mickey’s dick looks small in his hand. It’s not. And yeah, he is close. He’s never needed to cum more. He grinds up into Ian’s hand but that causes the latter to let go and slow down his thrusts significantly.
“Please” he whines out, barely a whisper. But all he gets is an eyebrow raise. What? Oh right, Ian asked him a question.
“Yeah, fuck so close” He replies. Ian speeds up again, hitting his prostate every time.
“Good, me too.” Ian moans while kissing his jaw. Mickey feels a hand wrap around him again, this time actually moving. He’s never felt this good.
“Please fuck don’t fuckin stop don’t pull out” Mickey practically begs. He feels so full. He needs to feel Ian cum in him.
“Mick. So good mhmm” Ian says into the boys mouth and jerking him off faster. Five more thrusts and he’s spilling into him and riding through his orgasm.
That’s enough to set Mickey off too. The second he feels Ian cum in him, the pleasure went from amazing to absolutely mind blowing. He feels his groin heat up slowly, giving him an orgasm that feels like it lasts years. Cum shooting onto Ian’s hand and both their stomachs.
After what felt like ages and both boys feeling like they got their lives drained through their dicks, Mickey knees Ian in the ass. Basically telling him to pull out. Ian rolls onto his back, still pressed up close to Mickey.
He grabs whatever piece of fabric is closest to him and wipes them both off, delicately wiping Mickeys ass as if he didn’t fuck it like his life was at stake, and putting it underneath him. To catch any cum that was bound to leak out.
They both roll on their sides facing each other, scared to make eye contact as if the world would end and they would ruin the quiet peaceful moment they’re having.
Mickey holds Ian’s hand, kissing it lovingly. Holding the side of his face with his other hand.
“that was good…” He whispered, looking over Ian’s shoulder still scared to look at him. The boy lit up at the words and melted into his touch. Mickey felt in that moment that he was the only thing Ian Gallagher knew. Only thing he loved. And it was true, Ian loved Mickey after this night, and it stays that way. He’d do anything for the man in front of him.
“Yeah. Best I’ve had” Ian admits and rubs his nose against Mickey’s. It almost feels like the most intimate thing he’s done all night.
Those words do a lot for Mickey, cause yeah. It was the best he’s had too. He can’t admit it but he wants Ian to know, so he leans in and kisses him sweetly, letting an agreeing “mhm” slip.
They make out until they’re too tired and spoon each other to sleep.