"This is it," Mickey's voice cracked and tear sprung to his eyes, "This is you breaking up with me."
Mickey couldn't believe it. First he thought he'd never find love and now his true love was leaving him.
Ian just shrugged like it was nothing and little did Mickey know that it killed Ian to do this to him.
"Don't do this Ian. I love you." Mickey begged.
"Please Mick. Don't make this harder than it has to be." Ian's voice cracked.
"It doesn't have to be hard at all because you don't have to do this." Mickey wasn't even trying to hold his tears in.
They ran freely down his cheeks as he stared Ian down, determined to make sure they walked away from this still together.
"I do."
"Why? Give me 3 good reasons why and I'll leave and I won't come back for you." Those words stung Mickey's throat.
Ian was shocked at Mickey's sharp words.
"I-" Ian was stuck. He didn't have reasons, really.
"That's what I thought." Mickey sighed, relieved.
Mickey pushed through the rickety old gate, grabbed Ian's waist with one hand, his face with the other, and brought their groins and lips together for the first time in a long time. Mickey didn't care who saw and he was pretty sure Ian didn't give a fuck either. Mickey slid his tongue along Ian's bottom lip, gaining entrance before he could finish asking. Ian start grinding their hips together aggressively. They pulled apart to take in a breath.
"Bedroom. Now." Ian demanded.
They headed into the house, surprised to see no one in sight.
"Anyone home?' Mickey asked as they headed up the stairs in a hurry.
"Nope. Everyone's at the zoo. I didn't wanna go."
"Good."
That was the last coherent thing either of them had said before slamming each other around, kissing roughly and wetly. Clothes were ripped and discarded from where the bathroom started to where Ian's window was.
"Faster." Mickey whimpered as Ian slammed into him with such force it'd shock a prostitute.
Mickey had already came three times in the last half hour but was still going strong. Ian was going for a fourth and final time. Ian angled his hips and slammed right into his prostate. Mickey's arms gave out as Ian kept slamming straight (haha) into his prostate with no mercy.
Mickey quickly flipped around so he was riding Ian but was also facing him as Ian sat against the headboard and he was being held against the redhead.
"So good Mick. Gonna come." Ian groaned.
"Me too. So good." Mickey whimpered as he continued to ride his boyfriend.
"Come with me Mick." Ian whispered in his lover's ear as he held his body against his own chest.
With a mix between a moan and cry, they both came; Ian deep inside Mickey and Mickey all over Ian's chest and stomach. Ian was first to get up so he could get a warm wash cloth to clean himself up and ran back to his room, shut his door, and hopped into bed to cuddle with his worn out boyfriend.
"I'm sorry" Ian mumbled as he snuggled in with Mickey.
"Shhhhhhh." Was all Mickey could manage as he snuggled in closer and fell asleep.
Ian fell into his own slumber minutes later.