Unknown number:

Gonna see you today or not firecrotch?

9:48am

Me:

Depends. You miss me already? :P

9:49am

Unknown number:

Don't know what the fuck that face is for, and fuck off. Am I gonna see you or not? Simple fucking question.

9:51am

Ian stared at his phone for a few minutes, laughing, because that last text told him his answer. He had the bright idea though, to get the answer he wanted to hear.

Ian stood up, walked out of his room, and into the bathroom. After a few minutes, he came out with his huge grin that he carries only for Mickey. It had a hint of evil in it. As Ian layed back onto his bed, his cell phone buzzed again.

Mick

You gonna send me pictures like that, you beter get your ass over here. NOW!

10:03am

Me:

Tell me then

10:04am

Mick:

Tell you what? Quit playing fucking games with me.

10:05am

Me:

Tell me and I will get dressed

10:06

Mick:

Incoming picture

10:06am

Mick:

Come take care of this for me. It's too hard.

10:07am

Ian jumped up, and threw his jeans on and pulled a shirt over his head. Like fuck he was going to sleep now. He ran down the stairs, pulled his shoes on, and gave Fiona a kiss. "Be back. Mick." he whispered with exertion. Fiona didn't even have time to say a word before Ian was out of the door.

When Ian made it to the street, he tried to calm himself and look as normal as possible. Finally, he made it to Mickey's front door. Before he had a chance to knock, the door flew open, and a hand was pulling him inside by his shirt collar.

Before Ian had a chance to breath, Mickey's lips were franticly on his. One of Mickey's hands were pushing Ian hard on the door by his hip, and the other was locking the 2 deadbolts on the door. Like hell Mickey was going to let anyone walk in on them. Last time Ian was even in here, there was not even a working lock on the door.

"eager are we?" Ian asked as he pulled his lips away from Mickey's. Mickey couldn't find the words, so he had to think quick on where to put his mouth next.

"Ouch" Ian hissed but didn't jerk when Mickey sank his teeth into Ian's neck.

Mickey then began running his hands on the inside of Ian's pants line around his hips. Mickey would never admit it, but he loved Ian's boney hips. And the muscles that surrounded those hips. Yea, he definitely loved the muscles too.

When Ian felt Mickey's hands on his hips, he followed Mickey's movements and grabbed him by his hips, and began pushing him towards his bedroom. Neither boy letting go of each other, and Ian bent down, kissing Mickey, running his tongue across his bottom lip until Mickey sucked it into his own. Once in Mickey's room, Ian kicked the door closed, and let Mickey loose, and pulled away from his tightening grip. Mickey followed and both boys shuffled to take each other's clothes off. They didn't do it slowly, but they weren't fast either. They didn't even bother to see where their clothes had landed, because Ian already had Mickey down on his back on his bed.

Here Mickey was, under all of Ian's weight, not giving a single fuck. He was hard and he wanted Ian inside him right fucking now. But there was also this weird fluttery feeling Mickey felt as he looked up to see Ian just staring at him, grinning that special evil Gallagher grin. The grin that made him even think he was smiling at. Hell, he was fucking smiling at it. Ian leaned down, and touched his forehead to Mickey's. "You missed me, didn't you." Ian said, with his grin still intact. Not even making it a question. Mickey knew that, yes, he did miss Gallagher. But he wasn't going to say it out loud. "Just get on me already" Mickey grunted as he rolled his eyes.

"But Mick- I'm already…" Ian said as he started to kiss his jawline. He kissed from his jawline, down to his chest. Once near Mickey's left nipple, Ian looked up, grinned, and said "on you". He then proceeded to lick and gently bite it. Mickey let out a groan that Ian hasn't heard in a long time. That made Ian smile.

Ian started kissing Mickey down further until he got to his hips. At each hip bone, he made sure to bite it extra hard for good measure. Or to hear the moans that Mickey was holding in. If Ian was anything, he was a tease, because when Mickey let out his last moan, Ian was right back in his face.

"What the fuck Gallagher." Mickey hissed.

"Say you missed me and I MIGHT suck you off." Ian laughed. He knew he wasn't going to hear the words, because Mickey didn't really like talking when he was horny. Ian pushed himself off of Mickey, leaned over, and took a condom and lube out of under his mattress.

"Still hiding it here, I see. Some things never change." He laughed again.

He sat up to his knees, and picked Mickey's hips up and pulled off his boxers. After all these years of them fucking, it still amazed him to see Mickey's hard cock spring out from under them.

"mmmm" Ian hummed, pleased to see Mickey was as horny as he was.

Ian wasn't planning on it, but his mouth was already wet and closed around the head of his cock. Mickey's body shook in gratification.

"Fuuuck Gallagher" Mickey grunted out as Ian had already sucked every bit of him down his throat. "Do that again." And Ian did. He did it over and over a few times. By this time, Mickey already had his hand on the back of Ian's head.

After just a few more deep throating bobs, Mickey's body was tensing and as Mickey tried to push Ian's head away, Ian wouldn't move, and he held onto Mickey's hips as he came into his mouth. Ian normally wouldn't let Mickey come in his mouth, he would normally stroke him and let him come on his hand. But not now. Mickey could feel Ian's throat tighten around him as he swallowed every last drop, licking up he left overs. Mickey looked down at Ian with brightly opened eyes, and Ian smiled and shrugged. "You actually taste pretty fucking good."

Ian stood up and slid his boxers off, kicking them to the side, and took Mickey's boxers from his ankles and tossed them to the side.

"Stop being such a fag" Mickey laughed.

"How long do we have?" Ian asked, ripping the condom pack open.

"All day. Terry took Mandy and Lana shopping in downtown. Now get the fuck on me already" Mickey barked.

Ian slid the condom on and kneeled between Mickey's legs, putting lube onto his fingers.

Slowly, he pushed one finger into Mickey and began fingering him. Then, he pushed another finger into him. He sissored his fingers, making sure Mickey was ready.

With two fingers still inside of Mickey, he squirted a thick line of lube down his more-than-hard cock, closed the lube and tossed it to the side.

"Ready?" Ian asked

"Like you need to fucking ask stupid questions." Mickey groaned.

And with that, Ian removed his fingers and slowly slid his cock into Mickey.

"Fuck" Ian moaned in a whisper as he continued to push in even further.

"Faster Gallagher" Mickey spit.

And Ian went faster. Faster and harder. The way they both liked.

Mickey wrapped his legs around Ian's back, pulling him closer to him, until Ian was in his face. He was still thrusting as hard as ever, moving his hips in the way he knows Mickey loves.

Mickey didn't know why, but having Gallagher this close to him, right now, made him feel nervous. Maybe it was because they haven't fucked like this in a long time. Or maybe it was for the fact that, oh fuck. Gallagher had that fucking look in his eyes like he was going to kiss him. And sure enough, Ian leaned in and kissed him, not going off beat with his thrusts. And fuck all if Mickey didn't lean right up into his kiss. That had to be what made Mickey nervous, because little did he know, he was trembling under Ian's lips.

"It's OK." Ian whispered, as they were the only ones in the house. And he continued kissing him. Mickey was going to pretend like he wasn't trembling, but who the fuck was he kidding? He new Ian felt it, because to him, it felt like a fucking earthquake.

Mickey took both of his hands, and pulled Ian in tighter.

I didn't want you to lea-" Mickey started saying before he realized his mouth even opened. Oh fuck. What was he saying? He didn't need to fucking talk, so he bit down on Ian's shoulder to keep him from saying anything else that Ian would hold him accountable for.

After a few short moments of Ian pounding into him relentlessly, Mickey grabbed Ian's hand and forced it around his cock. Ian knew Mickey was about to come, because Ian himself was about to as well. Ian stroked him few god times before he came all over his hand, and Ian came right after, falling into Mickey's chest.

Both boys laid like this, Ian with his face in Mickey's neck, and Mickey with his face in Ian's chest for longer than Mickey felt comfortable with on most days. Both had ears on places they could hear each other's hearts beating wildly after the fact that they had already calmed from their weirdly amazing sex.

Ian looked over at Mickey and pushed himself up. Before he could get too far up, Mickey pulled his face down to his, and whispered into Ian's mouth. If Ian didn't know any better, he could have sworn Mickey Milkovich just told him that he loved him.