He quickly remove himself from the window, but too fast. He loses his balance and falls over a sleeping Mickey.
"Ouch! What the fuck..." He shouts, but Ian is quick to muffle the sound by putting his hand on Mickey's mouth.
"Shut up." He whispers. With his big hand covering most of Mickey's face he can't see his expression, but the blue eyes are clearly burning with rage. Guess he's not too happy waking up like this. When he loosens his grip around the mouth Mickey slaps the hand away.
"What the fuck, Ian?" He repeats. Ian hushes him.
"Lip's outside. So . ." He articulates.
Mickey's rage turns into direct panic.
"Shit. Did he saw you?"
"Nah. I don't think so."
"Is he still out there, then?" Mickey asks and Ian shrugs.
"I dunno..."
"Well, take a fuckin' look then! I don't wanna be caught like this, or at all for that matter. Can't fuckin' deal with that shit, Ian." Ian understand Mickey's fear. Mandy's told him about their father.
Ian takes a look outside again, sighs in relief and bends down and gives Mickey a small kiss.
"I fuckin' hope that was a 'he's-not-there'-kiss?" Mickey says and Ian nods. "Alright, then I gotta go."
"Wait." Ian grabs Mickey's boxers. "Can I suck your dick first?" he asks with puppy dog eyes. Mickey tilts his head and grins.
"Almost getting caught turned you on, huh, fire crotch?" He gestures to the window. Ian smiles.
"Alright, alright." Mickey laughs and lets Ian pull down his boxers.
Ian takes Mickey's thick cock in his hand and strokes it softly, waiting for it to get hard. He kisses Mickey hard and intense. Then he slides down on his stomach a bit and takes him in his mouth. His tongue follows as his mouth glides down the shaft. And every time he draws back, the tip of his tongue makes a circle around the head. And Mickey moans and shivers when it does. Now Ian's hard too. But they don't have too much time. Lip could return, or someone can come outside.
Ian picks up the pace. Glide and suck. Suck and glide. And he can hear Mickey breathing harder and faster. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, shit." He cries out, he has his fist in his mouth, trying to muffle his words by biting his tattooed knuckles. Mickey's chest raises. A deep exhale and his whole body shivers.
Ian smile when he feel Mickey's hot mess in his mouth.
"Oh, shit." Mickey pants. Ian crawl closer to him. They're lying on their backs beside each other and just stares at the ceiling. But as soon as Mickey has regained his breath he begin to put on his clothes. "Sorry, dude. Now I have to go."
Ian watches, eyes filled with lust, as Mickey pulls down his shirt over his broad, sweaty chest.
"You owe me one." Ian says and smiles.
Mickey zips his pants. "Yeah. Whatever. See ya." He peeks through the window before jumping out of the van and disappears.
Ian lies with his eyes wide open. That was a weird good bye. He thinks to himself.
But he put down that thought when he realizes how cold it is without another body beside him. He quickly dresses himself. Just as his jacket is on he can hear palms slapping the van's sides and Fiona climb inside, at the front seat.
"Hey, anyone there?" She asks before she spots Ian in the back.
"Hi Fi. What do you want." He yawns.
"What the fuck Ian? You've been here all night? It's almost 3 o'clock, in the middle of the day. Thought you were working today."
Ian shakes his head.
"Bryan wanted an extra shift."
He jumps out and heads toward the Gallagher house. Fiona follows him.
"Why did you sleep out there? It's fucking freezing, and we wanted you at the party." Ian grabs a cold chicken wing from the bucket on the kitchen table as he passes. Fiona won't stop. "Ian?"
Ian stands with one foot on the first step of the stairs. He takes a deep breath before turning around, facing Fiona.
"I fucked Mickey Milkovich last night, then I sucked him off, about 20 minutes ago. He left me hanging so now I'm gonna go upstairs and jerk off in the shower." He says in one breath.
The silence after don't last long. Fiona bursts into laughter. Ian is still standing with his eyes on her. No smile on his lips.
When Fiona notices the stone cold face her laughter dies.
"You're shitting me... right?" Her voice so shaky, Ian almost thought she were about to faint or something.
He smacks his tongue and gives her a nod.
"Yes, Fiona." He heads upstairs. Everything he said was true. Even the jerking off bit.
He stands in the shower, closes his eyes and can immediately see Mickey in front of him. When he drags his hand over his chest and stomach, that's Mickey's hand. When he pinches his nipple, it's Mickey biting him and when the hand starts to stroke his cock. There's Mickey's mouth. Fuck. He really wanted that blow job Mickey now owes him. But this felt pretty good. Shit. He comes in a matter of seconds.
He's a bit more relieved, but he still wonders about that weird fucking good bye he got, and Mickey's cold voice when he said it.
Mickey was cold by nature, but after a night like that? Ian would love to know what was going on in Mickey's head.
He also had to decide what HE wanted.
If they got to know each other better, Ian would probably fall hard for the man. He already knew it.