Mickey was the first to wake up, the sun blaring into his face from the window in Ian's room. He was facing the redhead when he opened his eyes. For a moment, he took in the sights of the boy lying next to him. He was so fucking beautiful as he slept. His lips slightly parted, slobbering a little, and freckles splotched across all of his skin. Mickey smirked as he watched Ian's eyes dance under his lids and Mickey quickly wondered what Ian was dreaming. He made a little grunting noise in his sleep and Mickey thought it was adorable as fuck. It made his already hard cock twitch a little too hard.
A few moments later, Ian roughly turned his body, still asleep and laid on his back. Mickey had the bright idea to wake Ian up in a pretty nice fucking way. He pulled the soft red silk sheet off Ian's hips and looked in disbelief at the sleeping redhead. His dick half hard, laying on his thigh and his fire red pubes glistening from the sunlight. The brunette made a mental note to remember exactly how Ian was comfortably sleeping before he disturbed the sleeping boy.
The older boy crawled in between Ian's legs and licked a line down his thigh. It didn't wake him, but it definitely woke apart of him that Mickey was aiming for. As the redhead's dick started to harden under Mickey's tongue, he heard the change in the younger man's breathing. After a few fat licks up the bottom of Ian's now throbbing dick, he jostled in his sleep, and began taking deeper breaths.
Once Ian was fully hard, Mickey ran his tongue across Ian's slit and closed his mouth around the head and took all of Ian into his throat. As he took him deeper and deeper into his mouth, Mickey could feel Ian slowly coming out of his slumber. It turned him on even more.
As Mickey continued deep throating Ian, he could feel the redhead grasp his fist into his hair and it only made him suck harder and faster. The deeper he would take Ian, the higher his hips would thrust into his mouth.
With a popping sound, Mickey took the taller man's dick into his hands and began licking his balls. The way Ian sounded like he was in heat let Mickey know that right there was where Ian liked it the most. As the older man pumped the redhead, he took one of his balls into his mouth and twirled his tongue around it in a gentle round about motion. With that, Ian began moaning and lifting his back from the bed. Mickey dropped Ian's ball from his mouth and started to show the other one the same affection, but the pleasure was too much for the sleepy man as he pulled Mickey's head away, tugging at his hair.
Once again, Mickey twirled his tongue across the head of Ian's light pink head and very gently tugged at it with his teeth.
"Suck me" Mickey could hear Ian whisper. Mickey looked up at Ian and the man under him looked just as beautiful with his top teeth clenched down on his bottom lip and his eyes closed with head pulled back in ecstasy.
Mickey took Ian into his throat again and could feel his body tighten up under him. The redhead balled up his fists and tried to push Mickey's head away as he felt his orgasm coming, but Mickey wasn't having that. He wanted to taste the redhead on his tongue and began sucking Ian harder.
With a low muffled grunt, Ian all but came undone in Mickey's mouth. His fists tightened even harder, pulling Mickey's fine hairs from the bottom of his neck and he could feel the redhead tremble underneath him as he swallowed every last drop of come that was unloaded into his throat.
As the brunette felt Ian's body calm down from his convulsions, he slowly licked up Ian's dick, leaving no trace of come behind.
He placed both hands beside Ian and pushed himself up and laid back down beside the redhead.
"Good morning" Ian said as he looked over to Mickey with sleep filled eyes and a smile that could run for miles across his face.
Mickey found it extremely cute that Ian had the giggles for a few minutes after he came.
After Ian's giggles calmed down, he sat up and swung his legs off of the bed and he went to his dresser and pulled out a clean pair of boxers and walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
When the redhead returned, Mickey was still naked and sprawled across the silk sheets.
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"You hungry?" Ian asked. "I can whip something up real quick, but I have to warn you, I am no Emeril." he finished with a stretch.
"uhh.. " Mickey started, but before he could finish, Ian was already out of the bedroom and in the kitchen.
Mickey leaned up in the giant bed and placed his back to the headboard. He palmed his eyes and blinked a few times before taking in the scene of Ian's apartment. It was pretty nice. He didn't notice it the night before because well, other than the lack of lights, looking around wasn't one of his top priorities.
The bed over looked the living room through a huge glass wall. The bathroom was to the right, and the left was a wall of window. It overlooked downtown Chicago. The sun was peeking between two buildings and Mickey thought it was a beautiful view. But not as beautiful as the view he could see through the glass wall, on the other side of the living room, in the kitchen.
Ian was pouring what appeared to be two glasses of orange juice. Mickey fucking loved Orange juice. Balancing a plate over one of the glasses, Ian slowly made his way back to the bedroom.
"I don't have much. haven't gone grocery shopping yet" Ian said as he sat on the bed and handed Mickey a glass and placed the plate on the bed.
"Thanks" Mickey said as he took a drink of his orange juice and placed it on the bedside table.
"Not really hungry though" he said as he eyed the scrambled eggs and toast on the plate between him and the redhead.
"With the alcohol and orange juice, you're going to wish you had something to eat" Ian said, shoving a piece of toast into his own mouth. Ian was probably right, but Mickey didn't want to impose that much on the redhead.
"Eh, I will be alright" Mickey said, knowing full well he really might want to eat a little something.
Ian smiled at him, with an evil look in his eyes and took his toast and shoved it into Mickey's mouth, knocking the plate over and the eggs falling into his sheets.
"Now you have to eat, since you got food all in my bed" Ian laughed as Mickey started spitting the bread out of his mouth while he was laughing.
Mickey hadn't remembered feeling carefree around anyone, including his sister, who lived across the block from him. He was with her every day and had never once had this feeling of bliss or calmness rush over him.
Ian was now sitting on Mickey's hips, forcing him to eat a stupid piece of toast.
"You look like you need to eat a little more anyways" he joked as Mickey began chewing the crust off of the edge of the bread.
"Fuck you" Mickey said with a mouth full of food.
Both boys locked eyes and without warning, Mickey leaned up and kissed Ian on his chin after swallowing what was left in his mouth.
Ian kicked his sheet off the bed, along with the plate crashing to the floor and he tossed the rest of the toast down with it while he mashed his lips to Mickey's.
It was roughly 2 hours later and Mickey was getting dressed after realizing he was going to be late for work. He quickly got dressed after another round of mind blowing sex and a head spinning blow job that would keep a smile on his face for a week when out of nowhere, he asked Ian for his phone number.
"Let me see your phone" Ian said as Mickey was slipping on his shoes. Mickey tossed him his phone and Ian put his phone number in, and called his phone so Mickey would know it was the right number and saved Mickey's into his.
As Mickey walked to the door, he didn't know what made him stop, but the words were coming
out of his mouth before he thought about them.
"Can I see you tonight?" Mickey asked.
Ian pinned Mickey to the door jam and kissed him one last time before saying "Only if you suck me off again" and smiling.
Mickey kissed him back and smiled and walked out of the door.
"I will text you when I'm not busy" Mickey replied as he made his way down the stairs and left a grinning red head, barely dressed in the doorway.
Ian made a mental note to turn the volume up on his phone and keep the line open to wait for that text, because dammit, if Ian didn't know it, he was fucked. and not in a bad way.
As he closed the door, Ian found his pants and pulled his phone out, Texting Christy, telling her to get her ass to his apartment.
