"Hey Mick!" Ian said as he walking out the side door in the alley where Mickey was waiting for him to get changed so they could head to the Loft Party.
"Sup, Firecrotch." Mickey said raising his eyebrows provocatively.
Ian ignored the eyebrows and walked with Mickey down the sidewalk past the club, getting to the stop light and waiting for their turn to cross the street. Mickey and Ian took the L to the club, but the loft party was only a few blocks away, so they decided to walk together instead of carpool with the other guys from the club. Ian couldn't even begin to imagine what Mickey would do. He'd probably explode.
The little white glowing man showed up on the street sign, meaning they were allowed to walk. Mickey and Ian's hands would slightly brush up against each others as they were walking and they'd look at each other and smirk.
If you asked old Mickey, he'd never admit to you that he got butterflies in his stomach when he was walking with Ian, and especially when their hands touched. Now, if you asked new amazing character developed Mickey, he'd tell you that he wanted Ian to pull him into an alleyway and fuck him until he moaned his name to the whole world. But that'd be cliché, right? Not to Mickey, fuck no.
"Oh, fuck, I can't take it anymore. Get your ass over here." Mickey growled when they came up to a small alley on the street between two apartment buildings.
"Woah, hey, Mick. What's going on? Are you okay?"
"Am I okay? Fu- No, I'm not fucking okay. We have that moment in the club that literally felt like it lasted forever. And then we do nothing else after that. I just have to pretend like I'm some random guy there and I'm just making out with a dancer when they don't know that I actually fucking know the guy and wanted my brains fucked out on the dance floor by him." Mickey says with an exasperated look.
When he looked up, he saw Ian with hooded eyes and the same smile he had on when he noticed that Mickey realized it was okay to kiss him. That Terry wasn't going to walk in on them and ruin their beautiful moment.
Mickey was staring at Ian with such lust and such wanton. And Ian was doing the same. With a quick movement, Ian flipped them so that Mickey had his back against the wall and Ian had him trapped between him. He slowly licked his lips and faked a moan.
The face Mickey was pulling looked like he was about to come just at the sight of Ian.
Ian chuckled slightly and leaned in to whisper in Mickey's ear. "Mmmm," he said slowly and seductively. "What do you want me to do to you, Mick? You want me to fuck you right here on this wall? You want me to take you home and fuck you so hard that you can't walk tomorrow? Tell me what you want baby."
At that, Mickey let out a moan that he had been desperately holding in and grabbed Ian's face and kissed him. He fucking kissed the hell out of that face. He let out a soft moan when Ian opened his mouth with this tongue and literally started fucking his mouth.
He finally had to stop Ian or he was going to commit to fucking him on the dirty ground. And he would never fuck his Ian on the dirty ground. He'd have to wait until after the party to finally have his Ian. Oh, what a wait it would be.