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1. This
Penny was sitting on the couch in her second floor apartment watching TV when she heard someone struggling to open the door across the hall. Thinking it was her bad-tempered tattooed-knuckled neighbor, she decided to go lend a hand and might as well annoy him in the process.
To her surprise, the person she saw wasn't the grubby, crude, yet kind of handsome guy she had learned to put up with for a couple of months but a red-headed guy she had never seen before. The said guy was carrying two big duffel bags, wearing combat trousers and a dark tank top, looking tall and smart and attractive and all. Frankly, she would definitely ask him out if he wasn't busy trying to break into her neighbor's apartment.
"Who are you? And what are you doing?" She asked as well as gave him a spiteful look in an attempt to scare the good-looking person who might also be a thief.
"Trying to get into my apartment," he replied blatantly, still unable to unlock the door.
"You don't live here. I've never seen you before, and I've lived here for over two months. Also, that right there is the apartment of the most cantankerous guy I've ever had the honor to know, and as far as I'm aware of, he doesn't have a roommate." She said with the fiercest voice she had, hoping to intimidate him, but failed miserably.
"Well, you're looking at one." He said without turning to look at her. "I'm Ian," continued the redheaded person as he finally got the pig-headed door opened.
"Penny." Her eyes changed from glaring daggers to a questioning look, not trusting his words. "You sure you are his roommate and not some burglar? 'Cause I've seen him knock out a guy once, and believe me when I say you don't wanna get on his nerves."
"Yeah, I'm sure." Ian glanced back at her once before he walked into the apartment. The girl looked slightly older than him, around Lip's age maybe. Any straight guy would have described her as attractive, with bright blue eyes, dreamy blonde hair and well-proportioned body. But what did he know? He wasn't into girls.
"Why haven't I ever seen you before?" She continued asking in a tone that should be reserved for interrogating a murder suspect while studying him from head to toe and back again.
"Well, I've been in a boot camp for, like, three months. I go to West Point, you know. Would you like to come in?" Ian was in his usual amiability as always despite her hostility towards him.
"Sure. I've always wondered what it looks like behind that door. Mickey never let me look inside, let alone inviting me in." She said, taking in the scene as they both walked into the hardly furnished apartment. The living room/kitchen was small, with scraped wallpapers and a worn-looking set of furniture. The couch was right next to the front door and there was a small coffee table in the little space between it and the flat screen. How come the TV looked so pricey while other stuffs looked like they were at the end of their distressing, pitiful lives was beyond her understanding.
"I'm kinda surprised you know his name. He's hardly the kind of person that introduces himself." Ian commented back, dropping his bags onto the small gap between the couch and the stools near the kitchen counter.
"Actually, he helped me get rid of my ex-boyfriend when he got physical on me one night. Well, not in the conventional sort of help, more like he inadvertently bumped into the jerk while he was pinning me to a wall and when the jackass opened his mouth to say something, the very next thing I knew was that the bastard was lying unconscious on the floor. That was when I figured he might be kind of a nice person, even though he acted like I didn't exist during the first week I moved in." She explained, sweeping her eyes around the room for a decent place she could sit. She was more open now that she was pretty sure Ian was telling the truth.
"That sounds more like the Mickey I know." Ian rolled his eyes as if Mickey was there. "Hey, you want a drink or something?" He said as he walked into the kitchen part of the room and then opened the fridge. There was nothing much besides beer and Jell-O, which made Ian wonder how Mickey had survived this whole time he wasn't around.
"A beer would be nice." She replied while deciding whether to sit on the couch or the stool. They chitchatted a little before Penny asked, "What's the deal with you two? No offense, but I can't imagine him living harmoniously with the likes of you. You seemed kind, and easygoing, and everything he is not."
"Well. . . " He was trying to come up with an answer while handing her a beer and sat on the lumpy beaten-up couch when an earsplitting voice from the other side of the door interrupted his train of thought.
"Gallagher, come get this fucking door opened."
Ian hastily put down his beer and rushed to open the door. He was surprised when he saw his roommate carrying two big bags full of groceries that he didn't catch what he was telling him at the moment.
"A little help?" Mickey said in annoyance. Ian took the bags from him and Mickey was going to close the door when he saw his across-the-hall neighbor sitting on their stool with a smug glow of self-satisfaction.
"The hell is she doing in here?" Mickey asked, staring at the girl. If he was annoyed before, now he was simply infuriated.
"Getting to know my delightful neighbor. Unlike you, he is kindhearted and dreamy." Penny answered with a mocking smile. "You never mentioned to me once that you have a roommate."
"'Cause it's none of your goddamn fucking business." He retorted while maintaining his sullen glare at his prying neighbor.
"Why can't you be nicer to her? She thought I was a burglar and tried to prevent me from breaking in. She was looking out for you, you know? It's good to have someone like her around." Ian commented while putting the stuffs Mickey bought into the fridge.
"Just because I accidentally knocked off your prick of a boyfriend doesn't mean you can stick your nose in and meddle with my life." Mickey grumbled, still staring at her. She didn't flinch at all.
"Okay, I'll go. Thanks for the beer, Ian." Penny said as she walked out, narrowing her eyes and sticking her tongue out at Mickey, and then kind of slammed the door behind him a little.
"I'm really serious about being nicer to her, you know?" Even with the unfriendliness Mickey was showing, Ian could tell they got along well at times. The girl seemed pleasant and considerate. And judging from her reaction, she knew that under Mickey's thick layer of facade, he had a very big heart on the inside. It was weird knowing that someone else other than him and his family saw through Mickey's public image, but it was in a good way. It was also good to know that someone had been keeping Mickey's company. He didn't miss the way she looked at him, with her eyes glittering, her lips slightly parted and many other signals that suggested she had a crush for him. Ian would be so jealous if it weren't for her to be a female.
"Shut up." His agitated boyfriend stated gruffly. Yes, boyfriend. Mickey had never admitted to it, but that was exactly what he was now, his boyfriend. And Ian had never said it out loud for Mickey to hear either, knowing he couldn't be with his much-loved boyfriend if the said person was to kill him with Jell-O in his sleep, or worse, he might never talk to him again.
Ian didn't know why he hadn't thought of it before, but he finally got a hint why Mickey seemed to be very aggravated by the fact that Penny was there. Telling him to shut up was kind of Mickey's de facto way of saying they should be fucking already. There wasn't a single word said after that as they proceeded into their tiny bedroom, hitting the floor and some walls while trying to take each other's clothes off along the short path. They took their time to go at it twice before they switched and had another meaningful round. After that, they just collapsed limbless onto their worn but comfortable single bed and fell asleep bundled up in an intermingled heap with Mickey on top of (and still inside) Ian.
Next morning, Ian was the one who woke up first. He hadn't moved a bit because he liked the feeling of Mickey snoring into his collarbone too much. But then Mickey was awake too, like he could tell the difference between Ian's breathings even though he was technically still asleep.
"What's the plan for today?" asked Ian, looking down at Mickey although all he saw was Mickey's thick, messy, black hair.
"The fuck do you think? I bought tons of food." was Mickey's reply, his voice still clogged up with sleep. He then pulled out, which earned a miniature protest from Ian, and crawled up on him, pressing his chin into Ian's shoulder and burying his face into the pillow. Ian's arms automatically readjusted to wrap around the newly repositioned Mickey.
They spent their lazy moment lying like that until Ian felt Mickey's stomach growling. They then turned their heads and met each other's eyes. Mickey was irritated as hell when he realized that they had to get out of bed and find something to shove down their throats at some point. Ian rolled his eyes knowingly as well as smiled at the older guy, making an attempt to make it out of the bed, but then stopped when he realized Mickey wasn't in anyway moving. Mickey was still lying on top of him, pinning him down with his full weight.
"Don't. Fucking. Move." Mickey said, word by word. "I'm not that hungry." He then saw Ian smiling his ever-classic shit-eating grin, which made him add, "When I feel like getting up, you'll know. 'Cause I'll kick your ass outta bed to make me food." Satisfied, Mickey smirked at Ian's scowl.
Ian then rolled his eyes again and gave Mickey the 'Well, are you a saint or what?' look before he sank back into the pillow. His eyes slipped shut as he let out a captivating noise and then said, "This is nice." with a blissful smile across his face.
"What is?" Mickey looked at him with a curious expression.
"This," he answered, waving his arms around them with his eyes still closed. He then opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling thoughtfully. Ian wanted to say that he felt so heavenly wonderful right now, that the moment was perfect being together in their own home, that he never wanted to be away from Mickey even for a split second, that he could imagine them lying like this forever, feeling their hearts beating against each other. But he didn't know how to phrase it such that it wouldn't ruin their moment.
Mickey fixed him with a funny look, trying to work out what Ian was thinking, before saying, "Why must you always make things all touchy-feely?" Then he tucked closer into Ian, like that was even possible, and smirked into Ian's jaw. He wanted to tell Gallagher that there was nothing he'd rather do than lying there with him on their crappy mattress in their shoebox apartment, where nothing in the fucking world could butt in and mess with what they had, but he couldn't. He hated that he couldn't bring himself to say what was it he wanted to say. But it was fine, because he knew Ian could hear it nonetheless. Gallagher was somehow psychic when it came to reading what he was thinking. Besides, it would probably be too confusing to Gallagher for him to go that far off his own character anyway.
Ian huffed quietly, holding back the urge to roll his eyes. He never imagined he could be in such immense contentment in his life. He wanted to tell Mickey just that, but again, he didn't want to spoil their sweet moment. When he looked into Mickey's eyes, he was pretty sure Mickey was thinking the same. "Yeah," he muttered back. He was happy. They were happy. They had each other, someone they could count on, someone who understood, someone who knew them better than they knew themselves.
Someone to enjoy life with.
It was nothing special. Just a simple day at home with the two of them enjoying each other's presence, enjoying their existence, but he'd never been happier.
They sauntered out to the living room after a while, still naked because neither of them bothered to put on clothes when they both knew every single piece of fabric was going to come off again very soon. They ended up eating somewhat-burnt bacons and funny-looking eggs because Ian got distracted by Mickey's throbbing dick that was nudging against his ass while he was making their brunch in their small, sad excuse for a kitchen.
When they finished their food, Ian threw himself onto Mickey and they played fighting for a while, which was brutal as hell, before trying to suck each other's tongue out of the other's head.
"You didn't bring out a condom with you," Mickey mumbled in his moan as Ian switched to biting his neck.
"I don't think we need that anymore." Ian said in one breath. "I had myself tested, Mick. I'm clean of everything. And besides, we exchange blood all the time so it doesn't matter anyway."
The make out continued for another while when Mickey pulled away and said, "For the record, I'm clean too." Ian was surprised when he heard that.
"Really? When did you take the test?" Ian's face broke into a cheek-splitting grin.
"After I let that skank suck me off." Mickey muttered into the crook of the younger guy's neck.
"And you didn't tell me until today? It would have saved us a lot of time and money, you know." Ian said with a laugh before beginning his attack on Mickey's ear.
"Hate the thought of your jizz spurting inside my ass." Mickey deadpanned.
Ian rolled his eyes for the tenth time that day before he said, "We suck each other off a hell lot of times. I'm sure if you can take it in your mouth, then you can take it in your ass. So, was that a yes?" and then resumed his action.
Mickey didn't say anything. He just pulled Ian's head off his ear and locked their lips together.
"But sadly, we do need some lube." Ian said apologetically as they paused to gasp for air.
Again, Mickey didn't say anything. He just wiped his hand on his brunch plate that was still left sitting on the coffee table and coated Ian's dick with his greasy fingers. Mickey then wrapped his legs around the younger guy's thighs and, without further ado, Ian pushed balls deep inside him.
The kissing continued and although Ian wanted very much to thrust in and out of Mickey ever so slowly because he wanted it to last, Mickey didn't let him. Mickey never let him go slow, not once. He wasn't sure why, because Mickey almost always went slow on him. It didn't make any sense. Those thoughts faded away quickly as the tightness and the heat of Mickey's never failed to make his breath stutter each and every thrust. Their arms were locked around each other, their fingers burying into flesh as their tongues battled.
Ian rolled his hips as he continued hitting that spot inside Mickey repeatedly, which made Mickey's back arch involuntarily as they moaned lustily into each other's mouths. The expression on their faces could only be described as one of rapture and it was one of the expressions Mickey hated Ian seeing, but considering their eyes were closed more often than not and the pleasure that came with it was dreadfully fan-fucking-tastic, the fact that Ian succeeded in bringing it out every time was more than acceptable.
Ian caught Mickey's moan of release in his mouth, sucking in Mickey's tongue deeper as he felt Mickey's hot and sticky come squirt up between their chests. He came a thrust later when Mickey's muscles twitched around him. Mickey never fucked bareback before, and Ian's seed spurting inside him made him regret not letting Ian do it sooner. They fell breathing heavily against each other's mouths, both of them too dazed to remember how to kiss.
Mickey laughed a bit when Ian repositioned his arms to wrap around his neck while trying not to pull his dick out of his ass. "Fuck, firecrotch." Mickey muttered as he tilted his head to look at Ian, with his voice incredibly low and husky, so deliciously perfect just as Ian loved it.
That was when he got stunned by the sight of Ian as he was by far the most gorgeous thing he had ever witnessed in his life. Ian was resting his chin on his collarbone, smiling bright sunshine and locking his marvelous eyes at Mickey's own.
About five minutes later, they were at it again. Except this time, Ian got up to straddle Mickey and licked his way down from his jaw to his nipple which sent shivered all over Mickey's body. He then began grinding his dick against Mickey's own and Mickey smirked up at him.
"Ready for another round?" Ian growled out, satisfied when he looked down and saw that Mickey's dick was back to being hard again.
Mickey nodded wordlessly because he couldn't even talk, he was trying to brace himself for what was to come. Ian coated Mickey with the grease from his dish and didn't even give any signal before he pushed all the way down that Mickey was balls deep inside his ass. Mickey didn't know what to expect because they'd never been in this position before, with Mickey laying on his back and Ian riding him. It was like he was top and bottom at the same time, which was weird, but in a brilliant way that was.
Ian's hands were on Mickey's sweat-coated chest, taking in the scene of his stunning Mickey, as he started moving slowly up and down Mickey's dick. Mickey grabbed Ian's hips firmly and helped Ian move as they got lost in the sea of pleasure. "Fuck, Gallagher." Mickey groaned, rolling his hips, making Ian almost forget how to breathe as he slammed down.
"You like it, huh?" Ian said after gaining back his sense, with a smile that should be illegal. Mickey looked up at Ian who was looking back at him so peacefully, then shook his head a bit and let his gaze go down to focus on the younger guy's dick that was standing proud in the air for him to see, trying hard not to be spellbound by his eyes.
Mickey couldn't help but let their eyes meet again a few thrust later, but instead of trying to fight it, Mickey tightened his grip on Ian's hips and jerked his hips up in the same time as he slammed Ian down.
"Fuck!" Ian growled out, biting his bottom lip, but still smiling. How he could manage to do that was outside Mickey's comprehension. Mickey continued his action of hitting Ian's sweet spot as he felt his orgasm creeping up within him. Ian's eyes grew wide as white come spurted out from his dick into the damp air that was surrounding them.
Mickey came when Ian slammed down to his base once more and the feeling of Ian's tight ass contracting around him was mind-boggling. Ian flopped down on Mickey, letting their legs tangled as they were catching up on their breath. Mickey coming inside him was everything he thought it would be and more. Damn those condoms!
They looked into each other's eyes before Ian nuzzled his face against Mickey's. The funny thing was that most of his Ian's come landed on Mickey's face and Mickey let out a laugh when he saw that Ian's cheek was now covered with his own jizz.
Ian didn't think about it at first but his laughter came out when he realized what the stickiness on his and Mickey's faces was. With a mischievous gleam in his eyes, he reached down between their bodies to collect Mickey's come from the previous round, before wiping it on his face and then nuzzled Mickey face again with his jizz-coated own, satisfied with the expression Mickey was making as it was the cutest thing ever. It made Ian wonder for the zillionth time what he had done to deserve this dazzling, breathtaking person in front of him. No matter what it was, he didn't care. He intended to be with Mickey forever, and nothing could prevent him from doing so.
Mickey's face scrunched up at that eerie action. It was fucking weird. Who on earth does that? He thought, before their eyes met once again. He tilted his head a little as he tried to decipher what Ian was thinking. A few second later, he realized Gallagher thought he was cute. Cute!? He was about to smack Ian but changed his mind and kissed him instead.
They fell asleep like that for a short while before someone began knocking on the door. If there was a gun nearby, Ian would have grabbed it and shot through the wooden door without even asking.
"Ian, Mickey, open up." It was Mandy. Ian didn't bother waking Mickey up because he knew Mickey could sleep through practically any disrupting sound. A devious thought came to his mind in that moment when he decided to reach out from the couch to open the door, still naked with Mickey's dick inside his ass.
There wasn't any word that could describe the look on Mandy's and Lip's faces as the door swung opened and they saw their beloved brothers lying in all their glory birthday suits, their bodies pressing against each other with suspicious substance on their faces.
Mickey was awaken not by the sound of Mandy yelling or Lip screaming out indistinct words, but by the tremble he felt from Ian laughing his insides out. Mickey was confused when he opened his eyes and saw Ian snickering with his eyes looking past over his head in the direction of their front door. Still straining to see, he propped himself along with Ian up a bit and tilted his head back to see what was going on. That was when he saw his inverted sister blushing so hard he thought blood was going to seep through her face and, very close to that, a nauseated Lip was looking green about the gills.
He felt his dick getting hard due to the fact that Ian's ass was jerking it up and down, squeezing it as he laughed, and his could feel that Ian, too, was getting hard by rubbing against his abs repeatedly.
"The hell were you thinking?" He said as he looked back at Ian, trying to scowl but failed because right then, he was hysterically laughing his lungs out too.
"What were you guys doing?" Mandy said as she reluctantly came into the apartment, dragging a queasy Lip in with her as she quickly shut the door behind before anyone else could see them.
"You mean it isn't obvious enough?" Ian replies as he got up and eased Mickey out, revealing his and Mickey's semi's.
When they saw that, Lip just fell flat face-plant the floor as he regretted not being blind for the nth time and Mandy started yelling again. "I don't need to see that, ever!" She then got their blanket from the bedroom and threw it over their lower body parts.
"Well, you said 'open up'." Ian said, shifting back slightly as Mickey was sitting up.
Mickey rubbed his eyes and stretched the sleepiness out of him, then he groggily asked, "The fuck are you doing here, douchebags?"
Mandy just glared daggers at her best friend and her dear brother, narrowing her eyes, which looked really scary given all the make-up she was wearing. "Lip has some business to do in town and we knew you went home last night, so we thought we would drop by to say hi. We didn't know you two are gonna be this horny." She said and then went back into the bedroom and started throwing their clothes at them, which mostly landed in their faces or on their heads.
Ian lifted his legs up as he put his boxers on and Mickey grunted in annoyance when Ian took his boxers from his head and tried to put them on him, ignoring the fact that the two of them were still covered with come and sweat and saliva and grease and some other unidentifiable fluid as the mess could wait until later. Mandy rolled her eyes once more as she settled her ass on the chair by the counter.
"You can open your eyes now, Lip." Ian said when he was done clothing both him and Mickey, rolling his eyes at his brother. "Stop making a big deal out of it. I'm your brother, and you've seen Mickey naked plenty of times."
"Seeing either of you naked alone doesn't bother me at all. But you two naked together doing god knows what, that I cannot see. And I hate having my eyes every time that happens. It isn't worth the trauma, you know. I really think I'm gonna need counseling after this one." The oldest guy said, still lying on the floor as he turned his face in their direction and gradually opened his eyes, with his brows furrowed and his mouth twisted from the scene he just witnessed.
"I know I'm gonna regret asking this but what is that patchy thing on your face?" He said, scrunching his face at Mickey.
"Your brother's jizz." Mickey answered bluntly and scratched it off like it was a very accustomed thing to do. A dark smirk grew on his face as Lip was acting like he was going to be sick, again, which made Ian let out another laugh.
Things seemed to fall back to normal after that. Lip took a seat next to Mickey on the couch and they started shooting virtual people into numerous piles of virtual flesh and blood. Ian was also on the couch, leaning back against Mickey with his knees on the arm of the couch, resting his head on Mickey's shoulder catching up with Mandy who was still sitting on the stool next to his feet.