It was a cold Saturday, and Ian and Mickey were bundled under 5 blankets on the couch at the Milkovich house, watching Law and Order: SVU. Normally, if they were alone, they'd be all over each other.

But, they sadly weren't. Terry was naked and passed out on the floor in front of the TV. Thankfully, on his stomach.

And of course, because Ian likes to be sneaky and promiscuous; he scooted closer to Mickey during the commercial and laid his head on his shoulder and sighed.

When Mickey didn't budge, Ian sighed again even louder.

"Hhhhhmmmmmm."

"There something you gotta say, fuckhead?" Mickey persisted.

"Not...say. More like...do." Ian said as he slowly slid his hand down Mickey's sweatpants.

The response he got from Mickey made his head spin. Mickey gasped so seductively and his dick started to harden.

"F-f-firecrotch. M-my dad's right there. What if he-
"Ahhh.. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it." He said as he snaked his hand down Ian's pants.

Law and Order had come back on and they both had their hands down each other's pants, when Terry started to stir.

"Sh- shit, Ian. My dad. He's waking up."

They stopped working on each other, afraid of Terry seeing the blankets move.

"What the fuck is he doing here? Who the fuck are you? Why's your hair so fucking red?" Terry said as he stood up and stretched.

"Fuck. Dad. Put some fucking pants on. No one wants to see your dick and saggy balls. Jesus."

Once Terry was out of the room, they continued working on each other. Grasping a little tighter and moving a little faster.

Terry walked in a few minutes later, with boxers on, and shoved Ian closer to Mickey and flopped down.

Neither Mickey, nor Ian, had come yet.

"The fuck are y'all watching? Our life is a fucking crime show. Let's watch some other piece of shit on tv." Terry said, grouchingly while grabbing the remote from Mickey's lap.

"What the fuck is wrong with your face, son? You're as white as a sheet. And red-head here is as red as a tomato."

"Hah... N-nothing dad. Just cold. Fuck off."

Ian looked over at Mickey licking his lips seductively, and snickered.

"Hey, Mick. You really do look ghastly. Are you sure you're okay?" He said with his shit eating grin on his face and a sarcastic tone.

"Fuck off, douchebag."

"Mickey. Go get me another beer." Terry said without taking his eyes off the tv and throwing the beer can on the floor.

Ian looked over at Mickey and raised an eyebrow.

"Mm, yeah. Okay. Just a sec."

"Why the fuck not now?"

"Chill. The. Fuck. Out. Dad. I said in a fucking sec.
"Agh, fuuuuucking shit." Mickey moaned as he finally had his release.

Mickey looked over at Ian and winked, getting up to get the beer for Terry.

Leaving Ian there to whimper from his painfully throbbing cock.