"Ohhhh fuck!" Came a loud voice. Mickey had ended up jacking off in his private bathroom, he couldn't get the redhead out of his head. Ian.

God he was the most beautiful thing Mickey had ever laid eyes on, the pale smooth skin he had, the soft touch from his fingertips. From the slightest touch they had it was like electricity going through their bodies. They're bodies were on fire. The dark haired man would have done anything to be with Ian. Even if it was just one time. Would one time be enough? He didn't know and he didn't care. All he knew was he needed Ian.

Sweat was dripping off Mickey's forehead, his cheeks turning a reddish pink color, his eyes squeezed shut tightly, his breathing was heavy, he was panting. His hand moved faster and faster as he kept jacking off trying to relieve his aching hard dick.

"Fuck...fuck fuck….Ian Ian fucking shit! Ian!"

A loud banging on his door interrupted him, he was too focused with cumming hard. The banging kept coming and got louder and louder.

"What?!" He yelled, angry that he was close to cumming and was interrupted.

"Move your ass little shit!" Came Iggy's voice.

"I'm fucking busy shitface"

"Pop said to move your ass now"

"Give me a couple me a couple minutes" He loved his siblings but they were annoying as shit.

He went back to jacking off. He was so close to relief before he knew he screamed as he was cumming hard. The ache he had was no longer there. He quickly cleaned up, pulled his boxers and pants back up, buckled his belt and washed his hands.

Iggy stood outside his brother's door and watched him as he came out from the bathroom. Mickey just about jumped when he saw his brother.

"The fuck you doing shitface?" Mickey asked.

"I think the real question is what were YOU doing?"

"Minding my fucking business the same thing you should be doing"

"Just move your ass"

Mickey shoved his brother out of his office as they went to go meet their father. Terry was discussing when the weapon shipment was being moved in, he had to wait from his contact to know when it would be safe.

"Blah blah blah shut your fucking trap already. I could give two shits about this. I just wanna go find Ian and fuck him like no tomorrow" Mickey had thought to himself. Pulling his phone out he dialed Ian's number his thumb hovered over the call button.

He was just about to press down when...

"Mickey!" Terry yelled his son's name. "Are you paying attention?"

"Are you old as fucking dirt and a royal pain in my ass?" Mickey wanted to say but instead he said. "Yup, sure am Pop. You said the shipment is coming in 2 weeks, you're waiting for your contact to make sure it's clear to do so. Once it's clear we bring in the weapons and sell them"

"Smart boy"

"I'm not deaf dumbass" All Mickey did was nod.

"Mick, who was the red head you were talking to?"

His blue eyes looked up at his father with almost a challenging look. "Why?"

"I can't have you distracted while working so whoever he is cut him off"

"He's not gonna be a distraction. I give you my word"

"He better not be"

He rolled his eyes and walked out.

Meanwhile

Ian was back at his undercover apartment; he tossed his jacket on the couch, Damon was there. He was growing very possessive of Ian. The young agent hadn't seen him. He jumped when he did end up seeing him on the couch.

"Jesus Damon, what the hell" Ian held a hand to his pounding heart to calm himself.

"Sorry kid, how was the club?" Damon replied.

"It was fine. I made contact with one of the sons"

"Which one?"

"Mickey"

Damon clenched his fist tightly, he didn't want anyone to have the redhead. He wanted him. Ian raised his eye.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Did you get anything out of him?"

"Not much he got called away before it progressed"

"Just work your way into the family and go from there"

"Understood"

Damon had gotten closer to his agent and before he knew he crashed his lips against Ian's. His hands grabbed a fistful of the young agent's shirt bringing him closer to him. Ian's eyes were open and wide; he tried to shove Damon off of him.

"Damon...Damon, wait," Ian pushed him back.

"Come on Ian"

"Damon, I'm...I'm flattered but you're not my type. I'm sorry"

"Don't do this Ian. I love you"

"I..I think you should go"

"This is about Mickey, isn't it?"

"What?"

"You fucked him at the club didn't you?"

"The fuck are you getting at Damon? I didn't do anything with him. All we did was talk. That's it. Where is this coming from?"

"I think I should go"

Damon had left, he was pissed. He knew something happened between Ian and Mickey at the club and Ian was probably hiding it or he was too scared or ashamed to say it. He made a call to someone.

"There's something you may need to know about Mickey"

Inside, Ian was in shock to even begin to register what had happened. His superior agent had kissed him and damn near tried to fuck him. He went to grab a beer from the fridge and chugged half the bottle.

The cold liquid soothed his dry throat, he was still slowly trying to process what had happened. Without thinking he pulled out his phone he checked it. Nothing. No missed calls. No new messages. He sighed and sat down on the couch and propped his feet up.

His phone started buzzing with a number, his heart fluttered thinking it was Mickey. Quickly he swiped the answer key.

-Hell0?

-Hey it's Ian right? Came Mickey's smooth voice.

-It's me. Mickey?

-Bingo for ginger snap.

Ian chuckled. -What's up man?

-I was kinda hoping I could come see you.

-Yeah I just got home.

Ian texted him the address of his apartment.

-I'm on my way red.

-I'll see you when you get here.

Ian hung up with a smile. Not even ten minutes later there was a knock at the door, Ian got up to answer it. He was changed into a light gray tank top and basketball shorts. He went to answer it. Opening the door he saw the dark haired Milkovich.

God he looked amazing. Mickey wore a short sleeve with a light hoodie and jeans with sneakers. He didn't care what he wore. He was the hottest man ever. His breath had gotten caught in his throat when he saw the young Milkovich.

"Come in," Ian told with with a shy smile.

Mickey returned the smile and entered the apartment. Little did either man know, Damon was outside watching the whole time. A scowl appeared on his face. If Mickey crosses any line with Ian, Damon will kill him.

Damon had the apartment wired with cameras, he pulled the tablet out and started watching the stream. He had put in an ear bud so he could listen to the audio. He already knew he had to give this tape to someone to destroy Mickey. And he knew just the person.

Ian went to his kitchen and got Mickey a beer, they sat on the couch each drinking a beer. Both men felt their hearts racing. When they reached for their beers their hands met, they both had felt the electricity coursing through their hands and bodies. The fire slowly building once again.

Before they knew they were both leaned into each other, their noses slightly brushing. Their lips wanting to connect. Everything in Ian told him not to do it. It wasn't worth losing his job. Nor worth jeopardizing the case. But he didn't care.

Mickey knew this was taking a huge risk, he had to hide the fact that he was gay otherwise his father would kill him. But he was tired. He was tired of hiding who and what he was. His whole life he was trapped, trapped in a miserable life. Having it controlled. He wanted to be free. Free from it all. He wanted to be him. A openly gay man.

Ian then put his hand softly on Mickey's cheek and crashed his lips against his hard, Mickey was taken back but closed his eyes as his hand found Ian's face and he gently pulled him in closer. Ian's hand moved to the back of Mickey's neck bringing him closer.

Damon screamed, throwing the tablet in the back seat. Mickey was going to die. And as for Ian. He was going to suffer.