They stumbled into the motel room, all hands, lips, and tongues, not bothering to turn on the lights. Mickey blindly kicked the door shut behind them, never once breaking the passionate kiss.
Mickey was all in. There was no way in hell he was turning back. Fear, doubt, confusion, fuck it all. All he wanted right then was to feel that knot in his belly, and the warm tingly feeling that came with it as Ian Gallagher kissed him.
"Mick," Ian whispered when he eventually broke the heated kiss that had started as soon as they'd reached the motel's parking lot. "You sure you wanna do—"
"If you ask me if I'm sure right now, Gallagher, I'll rip your tongue outta your head."
"Got it," Ian said before diving in for another sloppy kiss.
They kept their lips locked as they both hastily shrugged out of their coats.
Mickey wrapped an arm around Ian's waist and pulled him tighter against him, wanting to feel his body; he needed to feel it. Ian felt hard and lean under his hands, and he wanted to feel more of him; he wanted to explore and feel every fucking inch of him.
Ian allowed Mickey to guide him to the bed, and he fell back onto it before eagerly pulling Mickey down with him.
Mickey couldn't believe himself, but they both practically giggled like little bitches when the air was knocked out of them both, and their foreheads knocked together painfully. "Fuck, that hurt."
Ian laughed breathlessly as he shuffled under Mickey's weight until they fit together just right. He stared up at Mickey, his eyes intense, and his Adam's apple bobbing. "Hi."
Mickey cupped his hand over the back of Ian's neck, his thumb caressing Ian's cheek, as he leaned down and kissed him thoroughly, loving the way Ian kissed and the way he tasted. He'd never been big on kissing. He'd only ever kissed Angie Zago once or twice, but those kisses had been more about going through the motions and putting on an act. With Ian, he didn't have to act. He never would've guessed kissing could feel that good.
When he shifted, and his knee grazed over Ian's erection, Ian pulled away from the kiss and moaned. "Jesus, Mickey."
"Take off your clothes," Mickey breathed, far past being bashful, "but leave the shorts on."
"You and these fuckin' shorts, I swear to god," Ian groaned before placing a hand over his eyes and laughing.
"Fuck," Mickey rasped, his eyes scanning over Ian's flushed face. "Now." He sat back, giving Ian room to undress.
Ian didn't have to be told a third time. He sat up eagerly, tearing his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. He then laid down and lifted his hips, quickly getting his pants off and kicking them away in one fluid motion.
"Christ, I've never seen someone get undressed so fast."
"I've been waitin' for this."
"Yeah, I can tell," Mickey teased, his brows high and an affectionate smirk pulling at his lips.
Ian looked up at him with flushed cheeks, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his eyes dark with desire.
Mickey stared down at him, the teasing smile slipping off his face as he ran his thumb over Ian's plump bottom lip.
Ian kissed Mickey's thumb before lightly nipping it.
"Fuck," Mickey breathed as he watched Ian's mouth.
"I want you so bad," Ian said, reaching up and running a hand through Mickey's hair.
"I want you too," Mickey admitted bravely, his voice heavy with emotion. It was the most honest he'd ever been with anybody, including himself.
"We can't, though," Ian continued.
"Why the fuck not?" Mickey snapped. "Don't tell me you're backin' out on me now, Gallagher."
"No, it's not that, trust me," Ian assured him. "It's just that we don't have the necessary, um… tools."
"Tools?" Mickey asked, sitting back a little more. "What kinda fucked-up kinky shit are you plannin' on doin' here tonight?"
Ian couldn't help but laugh at the perplexed expression on Mickey's face. "Not actual tools. I meant condoms and lube."
"Oh," Mickey said, frowning. He rolled to his side and propped himself up on an elbow.
Ian did the same and eyed Mickey, seeing his face just barely in the moonlight filtering in through the threadbare curtains. "Can I ask the question now, or are you gonna jump down my throat again?"
Mickey knew there was no turning back. He mindlessly picked at a loose thread on the comforter, his heart hammering in his chest. "You're gonna ask, anyway, ain't you? So get it the fuck over with."
Ian opened his mouth three times before the words tumbled out. "Have you ever been with a guy before?"
"No," Mickey answered honestly after a few beats.
"You've never even kissed a guy?" Ian asked. "Never fucked one?"
"What part of 'no' didn't you fuckin' get?" Mickey snapped before softening at the startled look on Ian's face. He eventually relented, "No, I've never fucked or kissed a guy before. You happy now?"
"Have you ever thought about kissing or fucking guys before me?"
Mickey sighed and rolled onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. He ran a shaky hand over his face and blurted, "This is too fuckin' weird."
"You can be honest with me, Mick. You know that, right? I wouldn't judge you," Ian assured him. "I'll share my secrets with you. I've been with two guys before, Roger Spikey and Kash."
"What the fuck makes you think I wanna talk about the guys you've banged?"
Ian shrugged. "Just sharing."
"Yeah, well, stop fuckin' sharing," Mickey snapped before adding, "Roger fuckin' Spikey? Really?"
Ian waved his hand dismissively. "Long story, don't wanna talk about it."
"Christ." Mickey stewed in his discomfort for a bit longer before sighing. He propped himself up on his elbow again and paused for a few beats before admitting, "Yeah, I've thought about bangin' dudes before, alright?"
"So, you are?" Ian asked, his eyes searching Mickey's. "You're gay?"
"Seriously, what's with the third fuckin' degree?" Mickey exclaimed, his defenses kicking back into overdrive.
"Hey," Ian whispered before leaning into him. "It's okay, we don't have to talk about this right now." He then kissed Mickey's cheek. "I'm glad we don't have lube or condoms right now, because I wouldn't wanna rush into this, anyway. Your first time should be special."
"Was yours?" Mickey asked before he could stop himself.
"No," Ian muttered, his eyes darting away. "It was quick and meaningless in the gym locker room at school. I didn't care about him." He then looked back at Mickey, his expression soft and meaningful. "Not like I care about you."
Mickey felt so open and vulnerable at the moment that he couldn't even find it in himself to tease Ian for being so corny. He felt torn between wanting to throw himself at Ian or locking himself in the bathroom. Instead, he accepted Ian's tender kiss with a soft groan.
Ian deepened the lip lock and kissed him languidly for a few minutes before pulling away, already revving to go again. "There are other things we can do," he said before moving to kiss his way down Mickey's sternum.
"No, wait," Mickey blurted, even though his body was screaming something else.
Ian stopped his descent down Mickey's body and lifted his head, preparing for the worst. "What's wrong?"
"C'mere," Mickey muttered, grabbing Ian's hand and pulling him back up to his face. His heart was thundering in his chest. He couldn't believe what was about to come out of his mouth. "I wanna do somethin' for you tonight."
It took a minute for it to dawn on Ian, but when it did, his eyes grew wide. "No, Mick. You don't have to do that. You've never done that before and, honestly, I wasn't expectin' you to do anything."
Mickey responded by cupping the back of Ian's head and pulling him down for another mind-numbing kiss. He then pulled away, his breathing ragged. "I want to but on one condition." On Ian's nod, he continued, "You gotta dance for me in those shorts, 'cause that was fuckin' hot."
Ian tossed his head back and let out a goofy laugh. "I'm beginnin' to think you only want me for my fuckin' shorts." He crawled off the bed and walked over to turn on the lights. What he saw on the bed made his dick twitch.
It was Mickey Milkovich leaning back on his elbows, his face flushed, lips swollen, desire flashing in his blue eyes, hard cock pressing against the front of his jeans; it was a beautiful sight.
"So, you want a dance, huh?" Ian asked. He walked over to the small AM/FM radio next to the bed and fumbled with the dial for a minute before settling on a decent song with a beat to dance to.
"Katy Perry, huh?" Mickey asked with a raised brow.
"Yeah, you're definitely gay for knowin' that."
"Asshole," Mickey said, whipping a pillow at him.
Ian dodged the pillow and laughed before grabbing Mickey's hand. "Get up, tough guy."
Mickey allowed Ian to pull him up, and before he could grasp what was happening, Ian pushed him into the ugly green chair.
Ian smiled at him. He thought he would feel stupid standing in front of Mickey Milkovich wearing little gold shorts, but the truth was, he loved the way Mickey's eyes were raking over his body, the telltale boner straining against his pants.
"I can't believe I'm about to get a lap dance from a fuckin' dude," Mickey breathed as he eyed Ian's abs.
Ian slowly began moving with the beat of the song, rolling his hips. "I can stop if you want me to."
"Fuck no, you ain't stopping," Mickey said, watching as Ian turned around, giving him a nice view of his ass. He licked his lips, forgetting all the other thoughts and doubts flying through his head.
Ian danced for a few more beats before walking over to him. He lowered himself onto Mickey's lap, draping his wrists over the back of the chair. He began grinding his crotch against Mickey's, already feeling that delicious friction.
Mickey rested his head back and closed his eyes. "Fuck."
"Havin' fun?" Ian murmured next to Mickey's ear, loving the fact that he could turn Mickey on so much, so fast.
Mickey responded by smoothing his hands down Ian's back. He grabbed and kneaded Ian's ass through the tiny shorts, pulling Ian tighter against him.
Ian gasped at the surprise contact and bit his lower lip. He continued sliding against Mickey, wondering how much more he could take before he jizzed in his shorts.
"Jesus, man, you're so fuckin' hot," Mickey practically growled against Ian's bare shoulder.
Ian responded with a breathy moan and shuddered when he felt Mickey nip his shoulder. "Shit, Mickey."
After a few languid thrusts, Mickey bucked his hips, motioning for Ian to get off. "Get up."
Ian did as he was told, standing up on shaky legs. He barely had enough time to respond before Mickey was pushing him back down on the bed.
Mickey stood over Ian, locking eyes with him as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it behind him. He then joined Ian on the bed and swooped down for a searing kiss that stole both their breaths away.
Ian closed his eyes when Mickey made his descent, dropping soft, wet kisses on his chest and over his abs as he went. He opened his eyes when he felt Mickey hesitate to go any further. "Hey," he said, reaching down and feathering his fingertips over Mickey's left cheek. "You don't have to do anything you don't wanna do. I enjoy givin' just as much as I like receiving, trust me."
Mickey responded by sitting back and hooking his fingers under the flimsy material of Ian's shorts. He tugged on the garment, pulling them off when Ian lifted his hips.
Ian held his breath as his cock sprung free and Mickey took in the sight of him, a mixture of emotions playing on his face. For a split second, he thought Mickey would back out, and his heart dropped. Then Ian's eyes were rolling into the back of his head when Mickey wrapped his hand around the base of his dick and teased the leaking tip with his tongue. "Oh, fuck," he choked. "Oh, shit."
Mickey wasn't used to the taste, but it wasn't unpleasant, he decided. He glanced up and watched Ian's reaction as he sucked him off; that gave him the confidence and courage to keep going. He took his time, learning Ian's big cock with his mouth, tongue, and hand, demonstrating things on Ian that he enjoyed having done to him. He didn't know if he was doing it right, but he had a good idea that he was doing a decent fucking job by the way Ian was tugging on his hair and moaning his name.
"Keep going," Ian gasped as he ran his fingers through Mickey's hair. "Keep going, just like that. Feels so good, Mickey. Just like that."
Mickey choked a bit, and he felt tears stinging the corners of his eyes as Ian's dick hit the back of his throat, but he kept going. He liked the fact that he was making Ian feel and sound like that. He relaxed his throat as best he could and took Ian as deep as he could without choking, allowing Ian to fuck his mouth slowly. He slobbered and licked and sucked, and he knew he was being really fucking sloppy, and that Ian had probably had much better blowjobs before, but Ian didn't seem to mind.
"Mm, I'm gonna come," Ian warned after a few minutes. "Fuck, just like that. Gonna make me come, Mickey. Keep doin' that."
Mickey thought about pulling back for only a second before deciding not to; he never took the pussy way out of anything. He bobbed his head with gusto and tightened his grip, eager to get Ian off, even though his neck was aching, and his throat was sore. Finally, without warning, Ian's warm come shot down the back of his throat, and he choked around it as he swallowed with a grimace. He continued to bob his head and took everything Ian gave him.
When Ian couldn't take anymore, he grabbed Mickey's hair, motioning for him to stop.
Mickey pulled away, his mouth swollen and shiny, and crawled up to Ian. He fell onto his side, struggling to catch his breath.
"No way that was your first time," Ian said as he propped himself on an elbow.
"Fuck off," Mickey said with an embarrassed chuckle. "Trust me, that was the first dick I ever sucked."
"You picked a good one."
Mickey snorted at that, but he didn't deny it.
Ian laughed and leaned down to kiss him. "Thank you," he murmured against Mickey's lips.
"You're thankin' me for suckin' your dick, huh?" Mickey teased, using the joke to cover up his embarrassment.
"No," Ian said. "I'm thankin' you for openin' up to me and for trustin' me… for savin' me."
The small teasing smile slipped off Mickey's face as he stared back at him, overcome with an emotion that almost made it hard for him to breathe.
"We've been through a lot these last couple weeks, and I know things have been pretty shitty, but I'm kinda happy it happened, you know? Despite everything else, if you hadn't taken me that day, I wouldn't be here with you now."
Mickey could only stare back at him before smiling softly. He cupped a hand over the back of Ian's head and pulled him in for another kiss. "C'mere," he muttered right before their lips met.
He knew the feeling.