Chapter 2: Ian
Carl's friend has been popping up around the Gallagher house more and more, it just so happens that upon one of his visits, he catches Ian at a time where he's a bit emotionally vulnerable.
Tay had been over quite a lot since the party. He and Carl rekindled their friendship from their days in middle school, which was something all the occupants of the Gallagher home were happy about. Carl was as happy as he'd been when he went off to military school. The pair could be found working out, playing videogames, exploring the South Side, or locked in the boy's room doing god knows what.
His siblings found it a tad weird that whatever he had with Tay was not a one-time thing but as long as Carl was happy, no one really cared. Tay seemed to sincerely care for their younger brother so there was nothing to be alarmed about.
On a rather hot day in the Gallagher home, Carl and Tay were splayed out on the couch in their underwear watching a show that Tay had gotten Carl into. "So, what you're telling me is that every single one of those weapons is also a gun?"
"Well…most of them. Jaune and Yatsuhashi have weapons that aren't projectiles."
"Uh, who are those two again?"
"Jaune is the blonde guy with the sword and shield. Yatsuhashi is the big, Asian guy with the green armor and orange sword."
"Oh, gotcha. I like the chick with blonde hair who punches stuff."
"Yang's my favorite character." Tay smiled happily.
Just then, Ian trudged into the room, plopping down next to Tay in nothing but his boxers. "Fuck, it's hot." He groaned. "What are you two love birds watching?"
Tay chuckled at the label Ian had given them. "Some anime that this dumbass likes."
On screen, a girl with a handbag that must have been made of pure lead was taking on an army of black and white monsters. Her bag morphed into a Gatling gun, shredding anything in its path. Ian and Carl both lurched forward in awe.
"HOLY SHIT!" They exclaimed in unison.
"Who is she?!" Ian asked, pointing to the woman on screen.
"That, my dear boy, is Coco Adel."
"She's a badass." Carl added.
"Indeed, she is. He weapon isn't my style, but I will admit that it packs a punch."
"Well what weapon is your style?" Ian asked with a cat like smirk playing at his lips.
"I have a list, actually. Yang's shotgun gauntlets are my favorites, then there's Sun's Ruyi Bang and Jingu Bang staff, nun chuck, and lever action pistols, Pyrrha's Milo and Akouo shield, javelin, rifle, and xiphos, and last is Blake's Gambol Shroud, semi auto handgun, katana, and cleaver. I like my ranged weapons, but I also need good defense in case someone gets close."
Ian stared blankly for a second before looking at Carl. "Dude, don't look at me, I'm almost as lost as you are. I just kind of picked out a character and he fills me in as we go."
"Ah. Got it."
Ian spent the rest of the day watching the show with Carl and Tay until late into the evening. Around one in the morning, he wandered into the kitchen to get a glass of water, sighing as he leaned against the sink. Ian had been looking for a distraction all day, he needed something to take his mind off Trevor. The young man hadn't been returning his calls or texts and Ian was starting to get impatient. He knew running off with Mickey had consequences, but he didn't account for this. He was sorry for what he did and wanted to make things right, but he had not clue how to do so. It wouldn't matter what he did if Trevor wouldn't at least talk to him.
"Fuck." He muttered to himself.
"Something wrong?" Tay was standing in the doorway, shooting Ian a concerned look.
"Nah, it's nothing."
"Bullshit." He took the glass from Ian before filling it up. "You can tell me about your shit. I don't judge."
"It's a long story. I'd rather not burden you with it."
Tay forced Ian to look at him. "It's not a burden. I've kinda got a penchant for helping fucked up people." His dark brown eyes bored into crystal blue ones, tearing down the ginger's walls one by one. "If you want to talk, I'll listen."
"What are you two doing?" Carl questioned through a yawn, striding into the kitchen. Tay's eyes never left Ian's, even when Ian's darted towards Carl.
"Nothing. I was just making sure Ian was okay."
"Why wouldn't he be? Come on, let's hit the hay." Carl slapped Tay on the ass before pulling him in for a kiss.
"I'll be up in a second." Ian blinked a few times, confused as to what he'd just witnessed. Carl ascended the stairs, leaving the pair alone. "I meant it, if you need to talk, I'll listen." Tay downed the entire glass of water before handing the empty glass back to Ian, kissing him on the cheek, and finally trotting up the stairs.
Around 4 in the morning, Ian, Carl, Tay, and Liam were all in bed, three of the boys were asleep. One ginger haired young man lay awake, still thinking about his major screw up. He quietly got out of bed and left the room to get some air on the back porch. He breathed in the heavy summer air, trying to clear his head. He felt something prod him in the shoulder, turning around to see Tay in one of Carl's oversized shirts.
"Need a smoke?" He held a pack of cigarettes with one of the white tobacco filled cylinders jutting from the pack.
"Yea…" Ian took it before leaning towards the lighter Tay produced.
"Ready to tell me what's up with you? Is it about some hot guy who won't leave you alone or something?"
"Actually, it's the other way around." Smoke wafted away from Ian's lips as he spoke. "It's a long story."
"Do tell. I live for the Gallagher drama."
"Hmph, you say that until you get wrapped up in it."
"I'm waiting for that to happen. I've been around enough this summer that I'm shocked nothing has happened."
Ian eyed the younger male, a smirk playing at his lips. "Are you wearing any underwear under that shirt?"
"Nope. Carl likes it when I go commando. I rarely do it so today was kind of a treat for him." Tay playfully shoved Ian. "Don't change the subject. What's up with this guy?"
"Well…my ex showed up and…we kinda ran away to Mexico."
"Holy shit."
"Yea, he was the first guy I dated, first guy I loved. He got carted off to jail for trying to kill my bitch of a half sister for getting me tossed into jail. He broke out and came to see me. Too bad I was dating Trevor…I cheated on him and now he's pissed at me."
"You not only shit the bed, you rolled around in it and tracked it all over the house. Jesus, Ian."
"I know." He ran a hand over his face before taking a long drag of his cigarette. "I messed up. I just want to tell Trevor I'm sorry and start over with him."
"You really care about him, don't you?" Ian shot him the most pathetic look he'd seen in a while. "That's a solid yes. Okay, what does he need in his life? What is something he's passionate about? How can you help with that passion?"
"He…he runs an LGBT shelter that is always looking to place kids who have no place to go…"
"Well, what you can do is try and trudge up LGBT friendly group homes or shelters that have vacancies. See if you can help get some kids placed. That'll get you back in his good graces for sure."
"Hmm…that's a really good idea."
"I know a few shelters up North that expanded recently and have plenty of space. I could give you their numbers, make some calls, pay a visit to a few places."
"I'd appreciate that. Thanks. You didn't have to help me but I'm glad you did."
"Eh, you're Carl's brother and you've dealt with us being all lovey dovey this summer so consider this part one of my long, drawn out way of saying 'thanks for putting up with me'."
Both boys smiled at each other before settling into an easy silence. A cool gust blew by, ruffling Ian's boxers and lifting Tay's shirt. Ian's eyes darted downwards at that exact moment, catching sight of Tay's flaccid dick.
"See something you like?"
"Maybe I do." Ian discarded the butt of his cigarette with a flick. He approached the younger male, peering into his eyes with a playful smile gracing his features.
"Make a move, Gallagher." Tay rolled his head to the side, exposing his, still, hicky stained neck. His eyes shifted to peer up at Ian.
Ian gently traced Tay's outer thigh with his fingertips, slowly moving towards his hips, arm, and eventually stopping at his chin. Tilting his chin so that they were face to face, Ian slowly leaned down, kissing Tay on the lips.
The kiss was slow, both boys gauging the other's response. An amber colored hand found it's way up a pale, freckled back while another rested in crimson strands of hair. Pale hands rested on the younger boy's slender hips.
Upon realizing the other boy was up for anything, things intensified. The kissing, more passionate, the grips they had on each other tightened. Ian shifted his hands to Tay's round ass and seconds later, said boy jumped up, hooking his legs around Ian's waist. Ian carted them inside, pinning Tay against several walls before making it into the living room.
In an unexpected twist, Tay shifted his weight in a circular motion so that Ian swung to the ground under him. Tay pinned both Ian's arms to the ground. "You strike me as a top, and that's perfectly fine with me, but I like being in control too."
"Well actually, with Trevor he got me into bottoming."
"Oh, really?" Tay purred seductively. "This is gonna be fun."
"I've heard you and Carl going at it a few times, you also like being dominated."
"Your point?" Tay straddled Ian, grinding his hips downwards directly on his dick.
"Shit…that feels great."
"That's what I thought."
Tay leaned down towards Ian's neck, starting on the first of many hickies. Ian rolled his hips forwards, hands stroking Tay's sides as they ground together. Tay's hand caressed Ian's jaw as he left more and more marks on his pale skin.
Golden brown skin blended with snow white skin in a flurry of movements and somehow the two found themselves in their current position; Ian hovered over his young charge, dick being swallowed eagerly while he did the same to the boy laying on his back beneath him. Tay's hands were hooked around Ian's muscular legs, ensuring the older male above him was secured in place.
Ian had pulled away from Tay's dick several times since they transitioned into this new position simply because the younger boy was incredibly good at what he did. Ian finally understood what Carl was boasting about every morning after Tay had spent the night; he was experiencing, firsthand, the treatment his younger brother had been getting for the last few weeks.
"Shit, Tay, I'm gonna cum soon." Muscular limbs shook as Tay took as much of Ian down his throat before pulling away from Ian completely.
"Not yet. We're not done yet. Do you have a condom?"
"Yea, in the bathroom." Ian said hurriedly as he got up and bounded up the stairs to the bathroom. He returned shortly to see that Tay was leaning against the couch, prepping himself. "Where'd you get the lube?"
"I stashed it one day when Debbie came home early. Carl wanted to try getting fingered but…yea."
Ian chuckled to himself before his eyes rested on Tay's long fingers slowly opening him up. He was 3 fingers deep and trying to add a fourth. Ian walked over to him, opting to help him out instead of just watching. He placed a tender kiss upon his lips before moving to work his fingers in and out of the younger male.
"Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'm going to be." Tay reclined back, legs spread, waiting for Ian to enter him.
Ian bit his bottom lip before angling himself properly. With one last look at his partner, he tentatively pushed inside. Tay bit back a moan, trying to keep his voice down. With every centimeter that entered him, he felt more and more full. There was still a bit of pain lingering around his hole as it was stretched, but he dealt with it. Soon, Ian was fully inserted inside him, leaning over him with ragged breaths seeping into the thick air.
"Shit, you're a lot bigger than the toys I've used."
"You're the tightest ass I've been in in ages."
"I'll take that as a compliment. Holy shit, give me a second to adjust." The two lay there, connected to one another as Tay got used to the mix of pleasure and pain coursing through him. He stared up into Ian's eyes, letting his hands cup the older male's face ever so gently.
Ian leaned into his touch, feeling even more comfortable with the younger boy than he had moments ago. "Are you okay?"
"Yea…yea, I'm starting to get used to you size. Maybe some kissing will help take my mind off the sensation." Tay smirked.
Ian leaned down, pressing feverish kisses to Tay's lips and neck. He felt a nod as he left more discolored skin in his wake. Toned legs helped the freckled male pump in and out of the bronze skinned boy beneath him. The pacing was slow and even at first but eventually Ian picked up speed, thrusting deeper and deeper.
Tay's nails raked over freckled skin as he trapped Ian against his chest. Ian moaned softly into the air, trying his best not to wake anyone up. Tay wasn't making it easier, he was clenching around him so tightly that Ian thought he was being milked dry. Ian released a low, primal growl as his hips snapped back and forth with relentless fervor.
Before Tay had time to argue, Ian was hoisting him up and pressing him against the wall. Tay's legs wrapped around Ian's hips and his arms draped themselves around Ian's shoulders. The pair feverishly madeout with only gasps interrupting them. Ian was buried balls deep inside Tay, releasing all his pent-up frustration. At his current rate, he'd only last another few minutes.
Tay, almost sensing Ian's impending climax, decided to finish things his way. He shoved off the wall, sending the pair tumbling backwards. Ian landed on his back and Tay tried his best to land softly on top of him.
"What was that for?"
"I wanted to give you the full treatment." He slowly rocked his hips back and forth before bouncing up and down at a slight angle. Ian could do nothing aside from let the amber skinned boy atop him have his way with his dick. Ian let out a throaty groan before being silenced by Tay's hand.
Moist skin collided producing an almost hypnotic rhythm. Ian roughly gripped Tay's hips before thrusting upwards a few more times. Tay looked down at him confused until he saw that Ian's eyes were clenched shut. He smirked to himself knowing that Ian was currently filling the condom he put on. Tay felt a wave of warmth inside him before Ian collapsed under him, muscles twitching, dick still spasming.
Tay moved his hand away from Ian's mouth, feeling his warm ragged breath against his palm. He shot Ian a devilish smirk before leaning down and kissing him. He pulled away as he rose to his feet, still smiling down at his latest conquest.
"What's the matter, ginger snap? You look worn out."
"That was fucking amazing." His head rolled forwards to look up at Tay. "Did you…ya know?"
"Nope."
Ian smirked before beckoning the younger boy to come closer. "I'm gonna fix that, I have a reputation to uphold."
Ian slowly got up, legs still shaking from orgasmic bliss. He drew Tay in by the sides of his face, pouring mounds of passion into their kiss before lightly shoving him onto the couch. He took up a spot between his legs before taking all of the younger boy into his mouth. He fell into his old rhythm of giving a blow job: tease the balls, focus on the head, don't ignore the shaft, but he added a special twist. He felt Tay nearing his orgasm and for the finale, he maneuvered a finger inside him, stimulating his already overworked prostate. That did it, before Ian could pull off, Tay was shooting spurts of cum into the back of Ian's throat.
Tay let out a few staggered breaths before they normalized. Ian peered up at him, eyes upturned at the corners, indicative of his delighted state. Tay couldn't help but smile back at him as he pulled away, still connected to Tay's dick by a thin filament of saliva.
"Shit, you give better head than your brother."
"Dude, gross."
"Just stating facts…so…how do you feel?"
Ian sat next to Tay on the worn-out couch. "A lot better. Not sexually frustrated anymore, I have an Idea on how to fix things with Trevor…" Ian smiled at Tay. "And I have someone in my corner that can help me out."
"Dude, your whole family has your back."
"I know, it's just that you're different. I'm the only gay one in the family…although I'm not sure if Carl isn't gay, anyway, no one really gets what I'm dealing with."
"Trust me, I've shit the bed with a bunch of guys and done crazy things to get back in their good graces. Helping you isn't a problem. If you ever need me, just hit me up. We can go work out, go for a walk, catch a movie, go clubbing…just let me know." Tay shot Ian a sincere smile.
"I'll keep you posted. Can we make some of those calls tomorrow?"
"Absolutely. In the meantime, we should clean up and get back upstairs." Tay suggested. Ian simply nodded before taking off the used condom and tossing it into the trash.
The pair straightened up the living room before going to get cleaned up in the downstairs bathroom. They then collected their clothes and proceeded upstairs. Ian climbed into his bed as Tay climbed into Carl's. Carl groaned tiredly as his slumber was disturbed.
"Where've you been?" Carl moaned sleepily.
"Just getting some air. Don't worry about it."
Carl pulled Tay into the curve of his body, draping his arm over him so his hand could firmly grip his ass. "I missed you."
Tay couldn't help but smile. "I'm right here. I promise." He smoothed his hand over Carl's cheek before slowly pulling him in for a kiss. The pair broke apart and then settled into a comfortable position to sleep in.
Ian saw the pair getting comfortable and smirked. He hoped that soon, that would be him and Trevor once again.
