Fiona had told Ian about how much fun the camping trip was when he went to the house for dinner and he got the idea of taking Mickey camping. He had all of his leftover ROTC stuff and he begged Kev to let him borrow the car.
We had been driving for two hours and Mickey was asleep against the window. He looked so cute in his striped tank top and shorts. He had been reluctant to this trip but after a few kinky promises, he was pretty much running to the car. I just wanted to be alone with him.
"Mick, were here. Wake up." I said, rubbing my hand up and down his thigh. He moaned and rubbed his eyes.
"Wheres here?" Okay so it wasnt exactly a camping site, more like some random woods I found. We were supposed to drive for three more hours to get to the site, but I was tired and bored of driving.
"The campsite. Grab the bags, ill grab the tent" I said. As he got out of the car he stretched and his shirt raised, showing his lower stomach. God he was sexy. We walked for a few minutes until we found the river and set up camp.
"You bring the pot?" Mickey asked looking through my bag. He was getting more comfortable with me and I loved it.
"Yeah, here." I said handing him a joint. "You know, nobodys around. Think you could be yourself?" Fat chance. He rolled his eyes and lit the joint.
"You just cant get enough of me can you Gallagher?" he teased. I laughed and started to start the fire. I was bending over throwing logs onto the fire when I felt hands on my waist. I turned around and Mickey was on my lips right away. "Is this being myself enough for you?" he moaned into my ear as his hands roamed lower and lower.
"Mhmm" I moaned right back, following his movements on him.
"How about this?" he asked kissing my neck roughly. God he was good. "Or this?" he added grabbing my waist and turning me around. Like I said, he was good.
The tent we had had an open roof, so we layed on our sleeping bag (we decided to share) watching the stars. His head was on my chest and I played with his hair. I could tell he was falling asleep by his breath slowing on my chest.
"Mick?" I whispered.
"Mmm" he grunted.
"I like this." I was nervous he would get uncomfortable and shy away, but I had to try.
"Yeah…" he answered. Was that him agreeing or trying to change the subject?
"Am I still just a warm mouth to you?" I hoped he regretted saying that. I pretended it didnt, but it hurt.
"You remember that? Damn Gallagher, you care too much" he replied. Great, he didnt care about me. I slid onto my side, knocking his head to the ground. "Ah shit, come on you know I didnt mean it like that. I just meant I didnt mean it and figured you didnt believe me anyway." He layed right up behind me and ran his hand slowly up and down my side. "Gallagher-I mean, Ian. Talk to me" he begged. He was getting better at this showing when he was upset thing.
"Why cant we just be normal? Just fuck what everyone says and just be together? I know you want to. Youll never admit it but I know you do. Im sick of being pushed to the side." I mumbled all of this, almost regretting what I said after every word. He stayed quiet for awhile, still running his fingers down my side. I love the way he touched me.
"Im trying" he whispered so quiet I could barely hear. I nodded. I knew he was, its just hard. He kissed my shoulder and rested his head on mine so we were spooning. As he fell asleep on me I layed there thinking of the progress we made. From being scared if him at the Kash and Grab, or fighting him on his bed-only to lead to us having sex, and all the shit with Terry and the whore, im happy with where we are. Now I feel bad for pressuring him, hes done so much. I turned and wrapped my arms around him. He adjusted his body and layed his head on my chest again. He was sweaty from what we had done before watching the stars, and he couldnt have looked hotter. Falling asleep like this was the thing I looked forward too every day. Its like nothing else mattered. Just him.