Chapter 2: Look at Me
Chapter Summary: Ian wasn't exactly disappointed by sex with Mickey—not by a long shot. In fact, each time with Mickey was the hottest sex he'd ever had... but he wished it was different—less impersonal.
Things were going pretty great for Ian. Working at the store had become a lot less stressful ever since Kash decided to walk out on his family. Of course it helped that Ian had gotten Mickey a job there...
The summer was practically flying by, everyone out and about, happily spending money on drinks, beer, ice cream and weed. Lip and Kev were doing well too: they were back at the Kash and Grab every day, stocking up on supplies for the ice cream truck.
One afternoon, after they'd finished helping Lip load some boxes of soda onto the truck, Mickey turned to Ian and pointed to the cooler while raising an eyebrow suggestively. Ian shrugged and followed the older boy in, glad for the reprieve from the summer heat that inevitably made its way into the Kash and Grab.
Mickey was standing against the shelves with his pants around his ankles and his ass pointing into the air within thirty seconds of Ian walking in.
"What's got you so excited?" Ian wondered.
"Shut up and get over here," Mickey replied.
Ian wasn't about to argue—doing so might change Mickey's eager disposition—so he stepped forward and dropped his pants along the way.
Ian spent the rest of his shift moping behind the counter. He wasn't exactly disappointed by sex with Mickey—not by a long shot. In fact, each time with Mickey was the hottest sex he'd ever had... but he wished it was different—less impersonal. Of course Mickey was oblivious to Ian's mood.
Ian was playing solitaire on the shitty burner phone he had as a way to pass the remaining time at work. No customers had come in in a while and they were almost ready to close the store for the night when Ian heard Linda's voice from the walkie talkie.
"Ian! I need you and Mickey to take inventory tonight!" Ian slammed his cellphone shut in frustration.
The good thing about summer was that it was still light out when he finished work, and he didn't feel like he'd wasted his day away inside the store. It was bad enough that he'd had a full morning of summer school and was filled to the brim with math equations Lip had given him to memorize. Inventory would take at least three hours and would ruin Ian's chances of doing anything fun that night.
He wasn't the only one pissed about the sudden change of plans. "I got plans, Linda," Mickey said back into the walkie talkie.
"Well, you better change them or I'll hire someone else to replace you!"
Mickey tossed the receiver onto the counter with a loud thud. "Fucking bitch," he spat.
They worked well together, and even though Ian was in a weird mood, they were still getting the inventory done faster than usual. About an hour in, Ian noticed that they were out of some soup cans, so Mickey went to check if they had another crate of them in the back.
"Ay, I'm goin' out for a cigarette," he called. Ian heard the screech of the loading bay door as Mickey opened it halfway and sat on its edge, letting his feet hang down.
Ian decided to join him, the need to smoke overwhelming. "Can I have one?" he asked Mickey once he sat beside him. The brunette held the pack out and then passed him a lighter after Ian had taken a stick. Even though the door was open, the only air coming through was hot and heavy with humidity.
"I gotta make some collections tomorrow, so I'm gonna be late. You can cover for me, right?" When Ian didn't answer him, he took another puff of his cigarette and blew the smoke into the redhead's face.
"It's a weekend so I know you don't have any of those bullshit math classes. We good?"
"Whatever," Ian muttered.
Mickey turned towards him and stared intently at his face. "You got a problem?"
"Nah, Mick. No problem."
Ian could tell that Mickey didn't buy it, but he went back to smoking his cigarette anyway.
He stared out the door into the alley behind the store. It was dark and empty, all the other stores had closed already, and the smell of garbage was made even worse by the sweltering heat. The only things around were the store's delivery truck and the dumpster.
There was no way Mickey was going to suddenly change what they were so good at doing. If Ian wanted to make a change, he was going to have to do it himself... but that wouldn't be easy, especially since Mickey was the one in charge. Ian knew he would have to make a decision and step up.
The idea hit him before he even realized it. Step up. He jumped down from the edge of the door and walked towards the dumpster.
"What the hell are you doing, Gallagher?"
"If you want me to do you a favor and cover for you tomorrow morning, then I want something in return."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
Ian looked over his shoulder and flashed Mickey a grin. "Take your pants off."
"Wh-what?" Mickey sputtered. Ian expected that kind of reaction from him. They were outdoors, in a way, and anyone could just walk by, except Ian was sure they wouldn't. It was late, and the store's delivery truck would hide them well enough.
Ian grabbed one of the empty crates out of the garbage and brought it to the door. "There're no cameras out here," he explained, "and everyone else is gone for the night," he dropped the crate on the pavement, "so take your fucking pants off."
Mickey was either too stunned or too excited to disobey Ian's order. Watching the older boy hurriedly kick off his boots, open his zipper and draw his pants down, Ian hoped it was the latter. He pushed the crate forward with his foot and stepped up, positioning himself between Mickey's legs.
"Lose the shirt too," he ordered. If he was going to get what he wanted, Ian needed Mickey know he was in control this time. Mickey tore the shirt over his head and started to turn around but Ian grabbed him by the shoulder and kept him from doing so. He grabbed Mickey's semi and started stroking it gently while watching the brunette's expression change from confused to more and more aroused.
"What, you gonna blow me, Firecrotch? That doesn't seem like much of a favor..." His eyes were full of lust and Ian felt Mickey getting stiffer and stiffer as he continued stroking him.
"No." Ian didn't elaborate. His own erection was hardening in his pants and he couldn't take his eyes off of Mickey's face.
"So what's all this about?" Mickey asked, raising an eyebrow at him. It was obvious that Ian's dominance was turning him on, but there was also a hint of fear and confusion in his eyes.
"Like I said, you want something from me, and I want something from you."
Ian gave Mickey a mischievous grin as he admired the naked form in front of him. This was definitely worth the risk. He took a quick but deep breath to calm his pounding heart and moved forward.
Mickey must have thought Ian was going in for a kiss because he turned his head to the side, but Ian had other plans. He gently caressed Mickey's nipple, licking it with his tongue and sucking on it gently.
Mickey opened his mouth to protest but Ian didn't give him the opportunity. "Just shut the fuck up and let me do this," he commanded, breaking contact for just long enough to say the words. Mickey nodded ever-so-slightly, then closed his eyes and shut up.
Ian went back to the nipple that was in his mouth but sucked on it harder and Mickey let out an involuntary sigh. He switched to the other side, making sure not to ignore the other nipple, while his right hand still worked Mickey's dick. He could feel the precum slowly wetting his fingers. Without stopping, Ian used his left hand to undo his own zipper and fish himself out.
Ian moved away from Mickey's chest and stood straight, the extra foot of height from being on the crate putting him at the perfect level. He pushed into Mickey and the older boy threw his head back with a hiss. Ian almost apologized... almost... but the tightness he felt once he was inside of Mickey made him forget everything else. He let out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and started sliding his solid, hard dick back and forth into the older boy.
This was exactly what Ian had wanted. He continued stroking Mickey in time with his thrusts and used his other hand to hold the older boy close to him—prevent him from leaning back. He didn't care that Mickey kept his eyes closed for most of the time, because the few times that he did open them, Ian caught his gaze. Maybe he was imagining it, but the look in Mickey's eyes... you couldn't fake that, right? There was something there, and something was enough for Ian. It was better than nothing.
He lost his rhythm, his thrusts becoming erratic as he got closer to his orgasm. "I'm close," he whispered to Mickey.
"Jerk me harder," was Mickey's reply.
Ian quickened his pumping of Mickey's dick, but found it hard to multitask, his concentration focused on fucking Mickey. The older boy put one hand around Ian's waist for support and used the other one to grab both his dick and Ian's hand around it, guiding the redhead's fist up and down until he was spewing between their bodies. As Mickey came, Ian felt the muscles tighten around his dick and that was all he needed to fall over the edge, his cum spilling into Mickey's ass.
He leaned forward, panting, and rested his head on Mickey's pec. He closed his eyed to clear the spots that had blurred his vision.
"Damn, Gallagher," Mickey breathed out heavily, "I oughtta ask you for favors more often!"
Somehow Ian didn't hate Linda as much for making them stay late and take inventory.
