Chapter 1: Blow Me
Chapter Summary: Mickey made it perfectly clear that what they had going was just sex. His threat of cutting out Ian's tongue if he tried to kiss him again was crystal clear. No kissing: check. But that didn't mean it had to be just fucking every time, did it? Ian decided to put that theory to the test.
Ian and Mickey were hooking up on a regular basis. It helped that Kash was still busy trying to knock up Linda, because Ian could avoid having that awkward conversation with him until later... much later... because how exactly do you explain to your older lover than you don't want to sleep with him anymore because now you're banging the very thug that's been terrorizing him for months?
Fucking Mickey was completely different than what he had going on with Kash, and Ian totally loved it. Mickey made it perfectly clear that what they had going was just sex. His threat of cutting out Ian's tongue if he tried to kiss him again was crystal clear. No kissing: check. But that didn't mean it had to be just fucking every time, did it? Ian decided to put that theory to the test.
Mickey walked into the Kash and Grab at eight, as usual. It was one of the least busy times of the day during the week, so it was easier for Ian to go on his "break" and close the store for a while. He busied himself in one of the aisles, waiting for Ian to ring up the last customer in the store. Ian watched him from the corner of his eye, unconsciously biting his lip while trying to concentrate on giving the guy in front of him the proper change. Mickey looked so damned good in his peacoat and scarf.
Ian finally finished with the customer and followed him to the front door, locking it and flipping the "Be Back in 15 Minutes" sign.
"'Bout time," Mickey muttered as Ian walked past him and led him to the back. Ian couldn't contain his excitement, his giant, goofy grin blatantly plastered onto his face. Just the thought of being inside of Mickey had him so hard that his jeans were already too tight.
Ian walked into the cooler and began opening his zipper without pretence. He turned to look at Mickey, glad to see the older boy had already taken off his scarf, jacket and shirt. Since they'd started up this thing, whatever it was, Ian had been the one doing the fucking—well, not counting that first time in Mickey's room.
He didn't waste any time, shoving Mickey into the beer rack so hard that the thug had no choice but to use his hands to support himself. Ian pulled Mickey's pants down right after pulling his hard dick out of his own, spit on his hand to lube himself up and pushed into Mickey slowly. He felt bad about not having any sort of lubricant and made a mental note to suggest Mickey carry some, but the brunette didn't complain—in fact, he pushed his ass back towards Ian, further impaling himself.
Ian knew that if he wanted his plan to work, he would need to fuck Mickey selfishly, fast and hard. He couldn't let Mickey have time to jerk himself off. The redhead put a leg up onto one of the crates that littered the floor of the cooler to get the right amount of leverage and began savagely pounding into Mickey while still pushing him up against the metal shelves with both hands, causing the older boy to grunt on each powerful thrust. It didn't take long for Ian to feel that familiar feeling in his gut that told him he was close. Ian was panting, having gotten there in record time. He moved one hand down to Mickey's ass and the other to his hip, gripping firmly, holding Mickey in position as he spewed into him. Ian's thrusts faltered as he came, until he wasn't even moving at all, the sensation of cumming too overwhelming to think about doing anything else.
"What the fuck, Gallagher?" Mickey spat as he pulled away from Ian and spun around. Ian knew how pissed Mickey would be—he'd more than been prepared for it. After all, they always got each other to the end, which was why this thing worked so well.
Ian smiled wickedly before pushing Mickey back into the cold metal again. He was quick, getting down on his knees in front of the brunette's cock which was already dripping with precum. Ian stole a glance up at Mickey and licked his lips in anticipation, squashing down the nervousness he was feeling. He was afraid that Mickey would reject him, not wanting whatever they were doing to be any gayer than it was. Fucking was fucking, but a blowjob was something else—more meaningful, maybe. Ian hoped that Mickey would be horny enough to let it happen.
"Here, let me help you with that," he suggested, grabbing Mickey's dick at the base and lapping its head before the brunette could protest. Ian tasted Mickey, a hint of saltiness hitting his tongue and vanishing when it mixed with Ian's saliva. Mickey let out a sigh, and that little sign that he was enjoying it gave Ian the confidence he needed to continue.
He eagerly devoured Mickey's dick into his mouth, taking as much of it as he could, and using his hand to cover whatever was left. He proceeded to jerk Mickey off while sucking his cock, hollowing out his cheeks to get a stronger suction effect. Mickey was the one panting now, and Ian did something that surprised himself: while still sucking him, he took Mickey's hands and put them on either side of his head, encouraging the older boy to fully enjoy it. Ian felt victorious when he felt Mickey's grip tighten, fingers running through his hair and nails skimming his scalp, threatening to scratch.
Mickey was groaning, obviously loving the feeling of Ian's warm mouth wrapped around his cock. Ian moved his mouth off of Mickey with a pop, but didn't stop pumping him with the hand he had wrapped around his shaft. He licked the underside of Mickey's dick, feeling the grooves created by his veins as he ran his tongue along its length. He hadn't had a chance to fully appreciate Mickey's penis before; they were always in such a rush to get off before anyone interrupted them. He considered giving Mickey a compliment but thought better of it—he didn't want to risk ruining the moment.
"Ugh... yeah..." Mickey breathed out. Ian knew Mickey must be close, since that was the only time the older boy ever spoke while they banged. He made the split-second decision to let Mickey cum on his face, horniness outweighing any sense of propriety, so he sat back a little on his heels, closed his eyes, and pumped Mickey for all he was worth. The brunette pulled what hair he had in his hands while he came, the wet strands of cum falling all over Ian. He felt some of the warm fluid hit his forehead and cheek, and a little even seeped into his mouth, but at least none had gotten into his eyes.
Ian was surprised to find that Mickey's cum tasted sweet—very different from his precum—no doubt due to all the sugar Mickey consumed. A day didn't go buy without the older boy stealing a Snickers bar or a pack of Jello cups after they'd fucked.
He tried to think of the least offensive way to wipe his face, but Mickey didn't exactly give him a chance to get up, using his hold on Ian's head to hold him there while he pushed his still-hard dick back into Ian's mouth a few more times, getting every last drop out.
"Damn, Gallagher. That was good," he said once he'd finished and was pulling his pants up.
Ian grinned at the compliment as he wiped his face with his previously discarded t-shirt. Mission: accomplished. They got themselves sorted and walked out of the cooler.
"So when do you think I'll get one in return?" he lewdly asked Mickey as the older boy wrapped his scarf around his neck.
Mickey laughed, unabashed. "In your dreams, faggot." He grabbed a Snickers bar on his way out, the bells of the store's front door jingling with his exit.
Ian flipped the break sign back with a smile, still on a high, and spent the rest of his shift devising a new plan.