Ian's POV

After Kash and I had our little camera rearranging session before closing last night. I'm even more determined to get the gun back. When I get to Mickey's house it a complete mess. Cups, beer bottles and cans are all over the lawn, there's even a couch out here. The door's open, so at least I don't have to knock or break in. I see a tire iron on the porch and grab it, it's better than nothing.

I walk inside as quietly as I can, I walk over to Mickey's room and slip inside. After closing the door tightly, I walk over to the bed. Mickey is sleeping face down, another advantage. I use the iron to tap him on the back, he moves around a bit and sits up.

"What the fuck?" he said sleepily

"I want the gun back, Mickey."

"Gallagher?"

"The gun!"

"All right" he said sitting up.

He reaches for the drawer next to his bed. My body relaxes a little which turns out to be a mistake. Mickey's faster than I thought. Before I can react he grabs me by the front of my shirt, picks me up and throws me against the wall by his bed.

He grabs the arm holding the tire iron and slams it against the wall once and it drops. I turn over on my stomach in a desperate attempt to get the iron back. Or get away from Mickey which ever happens first. Mickey wraps his arms around my neck. Luckily I get up and swing him off of my back.

Again moving really fast he comes at me again, I shove him against his dresser. Then I dive back onto the bed and my hand closes around the iron. Before I can do anything Mickey's on top of me. He turns me over and grabs the tire iron out of my hand and raises it.

I turn my face hoping he doesn't hurt me too bad, or that he doesn't kill me. Nothing happens so I sneak a peek at him. He has this strange, familiar look on his face as he drops the weapon. I'm confused for a second, then this strange electricity fills the room. And our eyes lock for a minute and I know what's happening, the fucking impossible is happening.

Mickey rips off his t-shirt while I stand up and fling off my coat. Before it's even fully off Mickey's helping me take my shirt off. Then both of us are tearing at his pants, I take my gloves off and start on my own pants after Mickey's naked. Mickey presses something into my hand, a condom and a packet of lube. I don't even question it, mostly afraid that talking will ruin the moment.

I put the condom on and quickly lube myself, while Mickey lays on his back waiting. I idly think about how he has lube just laying around. Condoms I get but…maybe he's done this before. As soon as I sink into him I know that's not true. He's so fucking tight, I let out an almost animalistic sound and Mickey shudders.

I start pounding into him hard and fast. After about ten minutes I remember that this might be his first time. I try to slow down but Mickey warps his legs around my waist urging me on.

"Don't" is all he says so I keep up the pace and…shit he feels good!

My hands are on either side of Mickey's head and his hands are on my waist. Soon they're traveling up and down my chest and it feels good. His fingers graze my nipples.

"Ah!" I moan in shocked surprise, that felt good.

Going off my reaction Mickey keeps rubbing and tugging on them. I'm so overloaded with sensation that one of my arms give out and I find myself buried in Mickey's sweaty neck. He smells good, or maybe I'm just riding a natural high right now. Before I can stop myself I lick him from shoulder to ear and he shudders again. He taste good too, so I do it again, in response Mickey tugs on my (extremely) hard nipples.

"Fuck!" I hiss into his ear.

I sit up again and look down at him, his eyes are all glazed over. And he looks…well he looks fucking hot! But I can tell we're both in need of some release here. So I work on finding that sweet spot. It doesn't take long to find it, so I start working overtime. And Mickey's already tight warmth is just about choking me. I'm about to yell really loud when Mickey's hand clamps over my mouth tightly.

"My Dad is…fuck…" is all he can gasp out, I thought I saw Terry sleeping out there.

My mind goes completely blank as the best orgasm of my fucking life rolls through me. I collapse on top of Mickey and I'm vaguely aware of the warm stickiness coating my chest. We both just lay there panting and sweaty. After a few minutes I can hear Mickey softly snoring, I laugh quietly so I don't wake him. Then I remember the condom, I gotta pull out before I go soft or I might lose it.

I pull out of him quickly and he moans, it almost sounds unhappy. I sit up wobbly, after I'm sure I can walk without falling over, I head to the bathroom. Which is thankfully in Mickey's room. It takes me a minute to find a clean hand towel. I wet it with warm water and clean myself off, then I go back into the room. Mickey's still asleep so I clean him off carefully without waking him.

I lay down next to him and pull the covers over both of us. After the last of the…bliss wears off I'm able to think. I just fucked Mickey Milkovich, Mickey Milkovich let me fuck him! Holy Shit! And it wasn't just good it was fucking incredible! He's pretty much the best I've ever had.

I end up staring at him while he's sleeping, his skin is really pale, not pale more like pearl. Usually compared to my family I'm the pale one, but I'm almost tan next to Mickey. I reach out and lightly trace the light dusting of facial hair on mickey's face. His skin is soft, softer than I thought it would be. I accidently touch his bottom lip, which is also soft.

My finger lingers longer than they should, so I decide to keep my hands to myself. Mickey's actually really…sexy, I mean I get why I never noticed before but…I wish I had. I never knew that someone could look sexy during sex. Every time Kash and I have sex it's always from behind. And he makes these really weird very unsexy noises, and he always complains. I have to go really slow with him or else he whines.

Mickey didn't complain, he liked it hard and fast, well maybe not that fast. There was a little foreplay which was hot. And now that I think about it he came without me jerking him off, which was really, really fucking hot. And he's so fucking tight, my dick throbs just thinking about it. Mickey groans and shifts around I think he's about to wake up. So I turn around on my back and pretend that I wasn't watching him sleep.