Chapter 4

Licking, then biting down on his own bottom lip, Mickey raised one of his perfectly sculpted eye brows. "You wanna chit chat more...or you wanna get on me?"

Ian was somewhat in a state of shock. He had never seen a sexier look than the one Mickey was currently giving him. The omega's soft plump bottom lip was caught between his teeth, and his eyes were heavy with a sort of dreamy dazed look, the pupils blown wide. Mickey looked sexy as sin. It took a few seconds for Ian's brain to fully wake up, but when it did... he was grabbing Mickey at the nape of his neck, and pulling the omega back in for fiery kiss.

Their mouths collided in a clash of lips, teeth, and tongue, way rougher than Ian had intended it to be. But what could he say...he'd been holding himself back all night. From the very moment he'd pick Mickey up at his house, he'd wanted to take a bite out of those delicious looking lips.

Mickey groaned into the kiss, suprised, though happily so, at Ian's roughness. This was what he'd expected from the alpha. Not that he minded the more gentlemanly side of Ian, but he'd realized that the alpha had been holding back, most likely for his benefit, not wanting to 'scare him off'.

Mickey didn't know how, but he somehow found himself in Ian's lap, straddling the alpha's legs.

"Fuck!" Ian groaned against his lips. "I've been wanting to do that all night," he muttered as he trailed hot, wet kisses across Mickey's slick jawline, then down his neck.

Mickey gasped, tilting his head to give Ian further access. "Then...why didn't you?"

"Because..." Ian started, nipping at the sensitive skin at Mickey's pulse point, his tongue coming out to sweep across the light bruises his teeth left behind. He could feel Mickey's heart beating intensely against his tongue as it's once steady rhythm increased. "I don't want to scare you off. You've already told me how you feel about relationships; about alphas."

Mickey snorted, then chuckled lightly. It was just as he'd suspected.

Ian pulled back to cup his face in his hands. "Just give me a chance Mick. I promise you won't regret it."

Mick? Mickey couldn't help but raise a brow at the sudden use of his nickname. Usually when that name of his was spoken, it was either laced with a touch of annoyance or mockery, even hatred. But Mickey had to admit, coming from Ian's mouth, it was like a sweet love song, calming his chaotic heart. Ian held him completely entranced by the intensity of his gaze. He just couldn't seem to make himself look away. Several beats passed between them before Mickey could finally respond. "You know I don't do relationships, man. I already told you... Even this whole dating thing was a first for me."

"Then don't think of it as that," Ian argued. "Think of it as two people who like each other spending time together... Exclusively"

At that Mickey stuck his chin up in the air pridefully. "Who the fuck even told you I liked you, huh?"

Ian leaned in and bit his chin. "The fuck," Mickey exclaimed, punching Ian's shoulder. "That shit hurt you know."

"So you don't like me?" Ian asked, the blades in his green eyes cutting through Mickey's defenses, daring him to lie.

With a pretend nonchalant shrug, "Whatever," Mickey muttered, rolling his eyes.

"So you'll think about it?" When Mickey didn't respond, Ian smiled. He knew that that was as close to a yes as he was going to get from Mickey, so without wasting time, he once again captured the omega's lips in a fierce kiss, sealing their unspoken agreement. His hands trailed down Mickey's sides, stopping at his hips, his fingers digging into Mickey's flesh as he squeezed their bodies even closer together.

The atmosphere in the car quickly became one of absolute desperation as a fierce battle for dominance ensued. The two of them were like two hungry and ferocious lions fighting over a kill. Hands roamed and groped. Ian grabbed Mickey's ass, squeezing the two perfectly round cheeks.

Mickey moaned, attacking Ian just as fiercely, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as he tilted the alpha's head to the side. With this change in angle, he quickly took control of the kiss, letting his tongue sweep the corners and contours of Ian's mouth. He could feel Ian's member swelling firmly beneath his backside as grounded himself down in his lap. The layers of clothing that separated them, two pairs of jeans and underwear, did nothing to hide what felt like a very impressively sized piece of lumber. The fire that lit in Mickey's lower abdomen, causing beads of sweat and goosebumps to break out on his skin was one so torrid, that for a moment he'd almost forgotten where he was.

Fuck, he thought, the ginger's packing heat. If he wasn't careful, he was definately going to get fucked.

Meanwhile Ian was already fucked... figuratively so to speak. The feel of holding Mickey in his arms, the sensations of their lips folding and gliding against each other, Mickey's sweet sweet scent surrounding him, had all already clouded his senses. He had no sense of anything else going on around him. He didn't care where he was; that they were in car at the side of the road in a very bad neighborhood. All Ian cared about in that moment was Mickey.

Wanting to spare himself the pain and embarrassment of giving up his ass on the first date, and in a car no less, Mickey forced himself to pull away, biting roughly at Ian's bottom lip as went, a sort of parting gift. The bitter yet salacious taste of blood exploded on his tongue, adding even more fuel to the fire already brewing in the pit of his stomach. The two were a panting mess as stared at each other. Both of their faces were flushed pink, hair sticking up in all directions, and their lips properly swollen, tinting red.

Like a moth hypnotized by the flame, Ian moved forward to kiss Mickey again, but the omega quickly placed a hand to his chest, keeping him at bay. Having somewhat caught his breath, Mickey brought his other hand to Ian's cheek. I've gotta to get out of here, he thought, patting the still dazed alpha a few times before quickly moving to climb off his lap. "See you around, Freckles."

As Mickey opened the car door, Ian grabbed for his hand. Unfortunately the alpha wasn't quick enough. "Hey, wait," he called, but Mickey was already out of the car.

"Gotta run, Fire crotch," Mickey called back as he paused to adjusted himself in his pants. As he walked away he looked back over his shoulder one last time, "Thanks for the date by the way." With that, he quickly jogged up the street to his house.

Ian must have sat there in the car for another two years, staring in the direction Mickey had gone before he was finally calm enough to leave. And even then as he made his way home, the night's events kept replaying in his mind. In the end he couldn't help but smile to himself like an idiot, a sudden burst of laughter breaking free.

Fire crotch. Hehehe.

When Mickey entered his house, Mandy was waiting for him on the couch with a six pack of beer in her hand and mischevious grin on her face. As soon as her eyes landed on Mickey, she chuckled, patting the seat beside her, indicating for him to sit down. "I want every last detail. If you dare leave anything out..."

The usually grumpy omega would have normally told her to fuck off, but tonight, his mood was riding high. Plus free beer, so... what the hell, he thought, making his way over to the couch.

Ian also faced a similar situation when he arrived home. As soon as the door to his bedroom closed, it was once again pushed open, Lip sticking his head in. "So how did your date go?" He asked. Not waiting for an invite, he made his way into Ian's room.

Ian took his jacket off as he sat down on the edge of his bed, bending forward to remove his shoes. "Take a guess," he said, looking up at Lip as he grinned from ear to ear.

Lip folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the bare strip of wall beside the door. "Well my car is still in one piece," he noted. "And so are you... So I'm guessing it went well."

Ian chuckled, throwing his head back as leaned back on his elbows. He now had this dazed far away look painting his features as gazed unseeingly towards the ceiling; like a teenaged girl meeting her idol. "'Well'. Well can't even begin to describe it," said Ian before falling silent. He then groaned as if in pain, lifting one hand to comb his fingers through his already messy hair. "Fuck!" He exclaimed. "He's everything I've been looking for Lip."

Lip was caught off guard, worry shining in his eyes. This was the first time he was seeing his little brother acting like this so it made him nervous. As much as he didn't like Ian messing around with one guy after another, he also didn't want his little brother rushing into a relationship, especially with some streetside thug. And going by the look that was currently painted on Ian's face, that was exactly what he was about to do.

Meanwhile back at the Milkovich's, Mickey was on his third beer and doing his best to avoid answering Mandy's probing questions.

"Come on Mick, I set this whole thing up. If it wasn't for me, you would have never even gone on this date to begin with. I deserve details, not just vague bullshit."

"What you deserve, is to mind your own fucking business. I already said all I'm gonna say." Mickey tilted his head back and emptied the can of beer in his hand. "It was just a stupid date. Nothing special." He then placed the can on top of the other empty beer cans that were stacked into a makeshift tower on the floor next to the coffee table.

"It wasn't just a date," Mandy retorted. "No matter how much you wanna pretend. Ian's different. This is the first ti..."

Just then a loud noise sounded in the room, cutting off Mandy's words. The front door had been brutally pushed open, slaming against the wall. In walked Mickey's father and his brothers, Iggy and Joey. The three laughed as they made their way into the living room, seemingly drunk, the scent of alcohol like a cloud of smoke wrapping tightly around their bodies.

"You hear that boys?" Terry asked, glancing back at Iggy and Joey, who stood snickering behind him. "Shithead here went on a date." He made a gesture towards Mickey.

If Mickey could dig a hole right where he sat and bury himself whole, he would have. Hell, if he had a gun on him, he would have probably shot himself just to avoid the shit storm that was about to rain down on him. Neither him nor Mandy responded. The two sat quietly with the tv playing rock music in the background.

"Who could have possibly took this good for nothing faggot out on a date?" Terry continued mockingly, his eyes narrowing as they shot hate filled bullets in Mickey's direction. "Are you prostituting behind my back boy?"

Joey and Iggy struggled to hold in their laughter, pushing each other back and forth playfully, while Mandy remained silent, worry etched in her features.

Mickey, who was now staring holes into the floor, flinched at those words, the tips of his ears turning red. He didn't dare to look up. A mixture of rage and fear steadily encased his heart, threatening to suffocate him. He may not be a virgin, but he was definitely not a whore. This fucking bastard, he groused silently within his heart. As if you wouldn't pimp me out if you could.

"I asked you question. Are you deaf?" Terry roared as he approached Mickey from across the room, the sound of his large boots hitting the floor boards echoing throughout the room. "What goddamn date were you two talking about?"

Mandy jump up from the couch, moving quickly to block Terry's path. "I was the one who went on the date," she blurted. "I was just telling Mickey how it went. He was just making sure I was ok and that I didn't get taken advantage of."

That caused Terry to pause. Although he'd heard the word 'date' being thrown around as he was entering the house, he hadn't heard exactly who it was that went on said date.

However, seeing as he was still in one of his moods, with one quick sweep of his hand, he pushed Mandy out of his way, and within the blink of an eye, he was hauling Mickey up off the couch. Suddenly the date wasn't important any more. Terry was already feeling pumped up and needed to relieve all of that stressful energy somehow, therefore what just Mandy said had not perturbed him in the least.

For Mickey, he wasn't in the least bit surprised. His mere existence was an eye sore for his father. The mere sight of him always seemed to trigger Terry into a rage filled torrent, some days more so than others.

"Look at you lazying around drinking all the damn beer in the house!"

It didn't matter that Mandy was the one who had purchased the beers. All that mattered to Terry was that he'd found his reason. Not that he had ever really needed one.

The hits were hard and without restraint, firing rapidly, one after another. Mickey blocked as many as he could, using his arms to protect his head and opting for a defensive posture as opposed to attacking. He'd made that mistake before. Fighting back only made the beatings worse. It was best to just let Terry do his thing. Once the bastard blew off enough steam and got tired, he would stop.

Mandy was screaming bloody murder. She jumped on Terry's back to try and stop him, however, Iggy and Joey were quick to hold her back at Terry's request. In the end, Mickey was left a bloody mess curled up on the living room floor.

What started out as one of the best nights in Mickey's memory, still some how ended in disaster. None the less as he layed in bed covered in bandages, a bag of ice on his face and Mandy still cussing and bawling her eyes out at his side, he still couldn't help but cracking a bloody smile.

Fire crotch. Hehehe

Some few days later Ian and Mickey met up again. This time however, Ian did not pick Mickey up at his house, instead Mickey had suggested they met up else where. That confrontation with his father was too close a call for Mickey. He was still yet to fully recover from the beating he'd recieved, and since he wasn't really too sure how Terry would react if he found out about Ian, right now he just didn't want to risk it. Terry could be unpredictable at times. He could either not approve of Ian, making Mickey's life even more of a living hell, or worse, he could approve, making Ian's life a living hell. Ian's family had some money, so knowing Terry, the bastard would most definately find some way to swindle them out of as much as he could. Either way, the end result wasn't looking too good.

"So this is the famous Alibi Room that you've been telling me about?" Ian looked around the run down old bar, a few drunk and homeless looking patrons scattered here and there.

"Hey, don't make me regret agreeing for you to meet me here," Mickey groused as he made his way over to the bar top, Ian hot on his heels.

Since their date, Ian had been calling Mickey non stop, trying to set up another one. However, the omega figured that since Ian had arranged the first one, it was only right that he be in change of the second. Thus the reason for them currently being at the Alibi Room. As far as Mickey was concerned, if Ian was serious about them dating, then the alpha needed to experience what it was like in his world.

Mickey pulled out a stool and sat down, Ian following suit. Everyone inside the bar had already paused their movements as soon as Mickey had walked in, worse so that there was a strange face accompanying him. They all gave Mickey the stink eye, while simultaneously admiring the handsome stranger with him. They could all smell the powerful aplha pheromones wafting off him; see the dollar signs written all over his body.

What was this obviously high society boy doing hanging around someone like Mickey?

One could practically see what they were all thinking written as clear as day on their faces.

Was Mickey running some new scam? Was he holding this poor boy for ransom? Were they overestimating this guy based off of his looks and he was infact a raving lunatic? He had to be, to be associating with someone the likes of Mickey...a Milkovich?

The questions were endless.

Finally Mickey couldn't take their stares anymore and shouted, "What the fuck are y'all looking at?" His deathly glare left bullet holes in every single person sitting in the bar, nobody was spared. Instantly everyone went back to minding their own business, or rather at least pretending to.

Two people stood behind the bar. One was a man with shoulder length hair, and the other was a woman, her beautiful dark chocolate skin glowing under the dim overhead lights. Ian noted that the two seemed rather intimate with each other.

"Hey. How ya doing, Mickey?" The male greeted. "Long time no see."

"I was just in here yesterday," Mickey retorted, rolling his eyes. He then looked over at Ian, "What are you drinking?"