It was a saturday night, and Ian and his longtime best friend, Christy, had just graduated from college. Both had high hopes and bigger dreams. Ian was on the fast track to owning a string of gyms in the Chicago area, and Christy's family owned a nightclub in the heart of town. She has wanted to own if for as long as she can remember. Club Epiphany. It was a popular place. It was strangely popular among straight females and more so to the LGBT community. Straight girls went there because they could go there and not be hit on all the time. Her best friend is gay, and she even has a gay brother. Jason. they looked like twins almost, and Ian thought it was pretty creepy.
Saturday nights at Epiphany were always fun. Christy would leave with either Ian in tow, or some unknown guy who wouldn't call her the next day. But she was fine with that. Because she never gave them her actual number. 'Hate the game, not the player' she would tell Ian when he would give her that 'you're such a whore' grin when she would tell him her stories.
"Who's all coming tonight?" Ian asks Christy as he starts brushing his teeth.
"Jason and Marcus, I think. Eli and Sam said they might, and Ronnie and Jenay are fighting. But you know them. They always come." Christy replies as she pulls her tight slinky dress over her curvy hips. "Zip this"? she asks Ian, pulling her long blond hair to one shoulder.
"Oh jesus. Ronnie isn't going to try and eye fuck me again tonight is he?" Ian asks as he zips Christy's dress, holding his toothbrush between his teeth.
"I don't know Ian. You are looking pretty fucking yum with that tight ass shirt" Christy says seductively, running her fingers across Ian's muscular back and huge grin on her face. "Have I ever told you how hot you look in blue?"
"No, I don't think so" Ian smiles "Tell me again, just in case" he finishes, and rinses his mouth out.
"You're such a cocky queer, you know that, Ian Gallagher?" She teased
"You don't know how cocky I am" he teases back
"Ooh, Dirty boy. I like" she laughs.
As Ian and Christy walk to the club, Eli and Sam, their long time friends meet up with them. Eli and Sam have been together for like 3 years and are what Ian calls the perfect relationship. They never argue, and when they do, it's over stupid shit. like over one of them forgetting to rinse out the bathtub. They are very handsy and Ian thinks that they are just the cutest couple ever. Jason and Marcus are meeting them inside. Marcus is what Christy calls Fresh. He had just recently came out of the closet, even though their entire circle of friends had already known, since he was sleeping with Jason. It's kinda hard to hide that shit, when it's going on under your own roof.
Ian finds Ronnie and Jenay making out in line to get in. They are something odd. They have been engaged for a few years, and are constantly making plans, and setting dates, but they always fall through. They have an open relationship, and Ronnie is bi. Ian tries hard to not be alone with Ronnie after they had hooked up a couple of times, and Ronnie kept on trying to get with him. Ian doesn't want to be in the middle of them. Even though they know they are fucking other people. Jenay says she knows who Ronnie come home to at the end of the day, so it doesn't really matter. Like fuck it does. Ian wants a man who will stick by his side, and one that will think he is enough.
As Ian and Christy walk passed the line, they motion for Ronnie and Jenay to follow. Your father owning the place sure has its perks. They get to go past the line. Many people don't even make it in. The bouncer is very picky, and only lets the hottest people in.
As they walked by, everyone had their eyes on Ian. Men AND women. And Ian was cocky enough to know that he is what everyone was staring at. So, he straightened his back a little taller and walked a little more proud. All while having this giant grin on his face that Christy told him made him more attractive. He knew what he had and he knew how to use it.
Mickey was a quiet guy. He didn't take shit from nobody and he damn sure didn't let people treat him wrong. He had a tough life growing up; 3 older brothers, a younger sister, a missing mother and a homophobic asshole of a father. It wasn't until recently that he told Mandy, his little sister, that he was gay. No one knew, besides the guys he would pick up and not bother to remember their names. But his last name had its privileges. For example, All Mickey had to do was threaten someone and he could have whatever he wanted in Chicago. Yet, here he stands, alive and well, several years later, and he didn't become the fuck up he always thought he would be. His sister dated this guy, Lip, short for Phillip, and he helped get him back into school after a few stints in juvie. He tutored him, helped him graduate (with honors) and he became the CEO of a pharmaceutical company. He wasn't doing so bad for a 26 year old. He never would have imagined him being where he was now. He always thought he was banned to his neighborhood. He labeled himself the SouthSide thug when he was just 16 years old.
It was a saturday night, and Mandy was banging on his front door.
"Open up douchebag, I want to go out tonight!" she hollered through thick wood,
"Quit your fucking yappin, the old fuck next door is gonna call the cops again" Mickey hissed through his teeth as he answered the door.
Mandy came in, and made herself at home as she ransacked through Mickey's fridge. She grabbed two beers and started back to the living room.
"A friend at work told be about this club, and I want to go. Come with me. please, Mickey?" she asked as she stuck out her bottom lip and her eyes widened.
She kind of reminded him of that cat from the shrek movies. And don't fucking judge him. He loves those movies.
"What kinda club?" Mickey asks as he takes a beer from Mandy's offering hand.
"The kind where you will get laid, I don't know Mickey, a fucking club." she says as she opens her beer and takes a swig.
"Laid, huh?" Mickey joked. "I definitely need to get laid, that's for sure."
"Eww, that is something I did NOT need to know. I'm your fucking sister, you douche" Mandy laughed, and pretended to shove two fingers down her throat. "So, is that a yes? Can we go?" she asked after fake frown faded into a smirk.
"Go get ready, text me the address and meet me there." he said as he pulled off his wife beater and walked to the bathroom.
As Mickey made his way to the club, he got a lot of stares. Men and Women alike couldn't take their eyes off of him. He thought it was stupid, but he couldn't help but stare down at the ground, with his hands in his pocket and a huge smirk on his face.
As he stood in line, there was a couple making out behind him. Mickey is the type who didn't care for much PDA, but he couldn't help but stand back on the wall, watching them from the corner of his eye. When a group of people came up and tore them out of the line, he sort of felt upset. He actually wanted to continue watching them make out. He was hoping they would get a little more handsy. That thought was quickly shook out of his head as Mandy came skipping up to him, in her short skirt and ripped top she was wearing.
"Couldn't you have put on more clothes, whore? You look like you're willing to give your snatch to just anyone" Mickey huffed as he exhaled a cigarette he threw down and killed with his foot.
"You look hot too, Mick. Your arms look like they're going to explode out of your shirt. You weren't kidding. You DO want to get laid" she joked as she punched him in the center of his chest.
As Mandy and Mickey made it to the front of the line, The bouncer carded them and they made their way inside.
The place was full of beautiful people, and Mickey realised every eye was on him. As he scanned the large room, he saw a flash of red. He knew right then, he knew exactly who was going home with him.
Ian and Christy were in the middle of the dance floor. Some shitty techno song was playing, and they were both already drunk enough to be dancing the way they were. Dancing as if they were fucking. The flashes of red and blue and green only enhancing their high from the alcohol they were being served. People couldn't help themselves from staring at the two. Well, At Ian, and the way he moved his hips, and the way his muscles made his shirt seem as if it were going to rip at any second.
Christy broke from the trance, asking Ian if he wanted another drink. And of course he did. He stayed back and danced as she made her way to the boy she noticed standing by the bar, not taking his eyes off of her all night.
Christy had never seen such a beautiful man. Semi longish dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a back that was ripped to shreds. She knew exactly who she wanted to take home. She stood at the bar next to him, and asked the bartender for two whiskey and cokes.
"Lot to drink for a small girl like you" Mickey stated.
Christy being a flirt, twirled her hair around a finger and pretended to not listen to him. She loved playing hard to get.
Mickey didn't mind that she was ignoring him, but it made him a little agitated. He wanted info on the beautiful red head she had been dry humping all night long. He knew a top when he saw one. And the redhead was definitely not straight.
"Looks like you and your boyfriend need to find a room, don't cha' think?" He asked her.
Christy kept her gaze forward. "Who said he's my boyfriend?"
"What's your name?" Mickey asked. "I'm Mickey."
Christy turned around towards him and smirked her naughty smirk. "You won't remember it tomorrow, so why ask, Mickey?"
"Just being nice. You should return the favor." Mickey somewhat hissed. He didn't know why he was trying so hard.
"Christy" She replied, handing Mickey her hand, as if he were really going to shake it.
"And him? What's his name?" He asked.
"Ian. Why the twenty fucking questions, Mickey?" She asked.
"Oh, Just wondering" he laughed.
Christy took a napkin and a pen from the bar and jotted down her phone number and slid it to him.
He pushed it back towards her and told her 'no thanks' and took a drink from his glass. At this point, Christy felt a little hurt. She turned back towards him and gave him a burning look.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren't you here to take someone home with you? Here I am, putting myself out there there." she told him as she leaned her back on the bar, standing at an angle to where her tits were in his face.
"Well, I came here with my sister. I'm pretty sure she would just fucking laugh at me if I brought" he motioned his hands down her body like he was tracing her "you home with me."
"And why is that?" she asked straightening her body and pulling her dress down, suddenly self concious.
"You see, I don't bring girls home. You're barking up the wrong tree." He laughed. "I'd rather take home" he pointed towards her redheaded friend "him".
The look she then gave him let him know that she knew he wasn't interested in what she was trying to give away.
"Ahhh, so you take MEN home" she sighed under her breath, more to herself.
"Don't look so shocked" he laughed again.
He actually thought she was kind of funny. Mostly, because she was trying so hard to hook up with him and looked sad when she found out it wasn't her that he wanted.
"You can go talk to him. He doesn't bite, ya know" she said as she took her two drinks and walked back towards Ian on the dance floor.
Mickey stayed by the bar, not able to take his eyes off of Ian for what seemed like hours. He tried to memorize his every movement. The way his muscles tightened when he moved. The way his hips rotated when there was a decent song playing. And it made him feel sick when he would grind all over the blond he was talking to earlier. What really pissed him off was that he didn't know if the redhead was the willing type to go home with him. If he was the kind of guy that would go anywhere with another guy. But when he saw him dancing with a tall skinny brunette guy, the one he saw making out with a chick behind him in the line outside, he knew that Ian was gay. He was just dancing with him a different way. Mickey couldn't explain it. It seemed much more intimate than when he was dancing with the chick from earlier. It gave him a pained feeling in his gut. It had been a while since he had wanted to hit someone so badly. To feel the breaking of bones on his fist. He wanted that so badly while he watched the redhead dance with this guy.
Ian and Christy danced like they fucked, and after what Christy had told him about the guy from the bar, Ian wanted to give him a show. Ian had secretly been watching him most of the night, before Christy even told him he was gay.
Ian was bound to get Mickey's attention. He thought about going to talk to him, but he wanted the dark haired man to come talk to him. He would do whatever he could to get that. Because Ian wasn't really the type to make the first move. He let whatever was going to happen, happen. But he always made sure that every move after the initial one, was his. All the moves he was planning for the dark haired man would make him crumble at his fingers. Ian was cocky and he knew exactly what he was doing.
Ronnie soon came over and started dancing with Ian. The redhead has felt very awkward around him for the past few months, because even though Ronnie and his Fiancee, Jenay, had an open relationship, Ian did not want to be in the middle of that. But he took this moment upon himself to give Mickey a tease. And it must have worked, because the way Mickey was walking through the dance floor towards them, with something as clear as jealousy in his eyes, was turning Ian on more than he ever thought possible.
Ian quickly got away from Ronnie and hid in the crowd closer to Mickey. Mickey stood up straight, and lowered his head and took his bottom lip into his mouth. Ian found this Action all too pleasing and Mickey had no Idea why the redhead was grinning like he had won the fucking lottery. It wasn't until Ian circled him that he realised he was biting his lip. A little too hard, by the taste of his own blood.
Ian dragged his fingertips all around Mickey's unclothed skin. The light touching made Mickey's dick grow with anticipation each time his hands left his body. Ian knew exactly where to touch him, and how soft. Mickey would never admit that soft touching was a major turn on for him. But what really did the trick, was something that had never happened to him before. Ian stood behind Mickey, with his hands on Mickey's hips, moving his body to the beat of the music. Slowly, Ian's hands followed the muscles under his shirt, up to his shoulders. He did it with such ease, and Mickey had never felt the electric shock that was sent down his spine as Ian licked a small spot above his shirt collar and blew his hot slow breath onto that very spot. It made Mickey twitch with desire. It was a feeling he was sure he would love to feel again and again.
Something about the redhead gave Mickey this awful, yet wonderful feeling in his chest. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew he wanted to explore it. And judging by the way Ian quickly turned Mickey's body around and dug is fingers into the small of Mickey's back, he wanted to
explore it too.
Ian ghosted his lips around the older boys jaw, making sure to leave the evidence of his slick tongue as he passed his lips. Mickey can't for the life of him remember ever feeling a tongue so soft. More so for the fact that he has never really let another person that close to his face before. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or just the feeling of the red head close to him, making him forget about every rule he had set for himself. But he was sure glad that the wall was crumbling down. He just hoped the redhead couldn't see what he was doing to him.
As Ian left trails of saliva down the side of Mickey's jaw and neck, Mickey let out a soft low moan that he just knew Ian couldn't hear over the loud thumping of music. But boy was he wrong. Ian felt it in his tongue, and pulled his head back and smiled.
Ian pulled Mickey in closer to him, attaching his hips to the other boy, and began moving their bodies to the music. Mickey was sure this was the first time he had ever remotely danced with anyone. And if anyone asked, He had never danced and would never dance.
It definitely had to be the alcohol that was causing him to do this. At Least that is what Mickey thought before the redhead has his hands pretty much down his pants. Well, not really, but Mickey felt as if Ian had moved any more, he was sure to come right there.
Mickey quickly grabbed Ian's hands from his waist line and pulled them back up and placed them around his neck. With that simple movement, Mickey's tongue was now ghosting Ian's ear. His heavy breathing must have tickled Ian, because he pulled his head to the side and rubbed his shoulder to it.
"Want to get out of here?" Ian asked. And god forbid, that deep voice only made Mickey's dick grow harder.
"Sure" Mickey replied as he tore Ian's arms away from his neck. "Let me go tell Mandy I'm leaving."
Ian laughed, and gave Mickey a look like he fucking knew who Mandy was. And judging my Mickey's face, he felt stupid for using his sister's name, and Ian having no idea who he was talking about.
As Mickey went to find Mandy, Ian went to a waiting Christy, barely 5 feet away, and let her know he was leaving. Christy gave him an all knowing smile and gave him the advice she gave him everytime he went home with someone.
"Don't be a fool, wrap your tool" she laughed to him and gave her wicked smile.
"Love you too, Chris" Ian replied as he hugged her. "Call you tomorrow?"
"I want to hear ALL about it" She said as she went back to sipping her drink and talking with her brother.