Two days later, Ian and Mickey made their way through the aisles of the Save-A-Lot.
As much fun as they'd been having hanging out in their room, talking, laughing, making out, and playing shitty board games, they grudgingly forced themselves to get dressed, having finally given in to the fact that it was time to stock up on some things. As they playfully knocked their hips together and argued over which potato chips to buy, or who got the unfortunate task of pushing the shopping cart, neither of them wanted to think too much about how good or natural it felt being together like that.
They were both painfully aware of the fact that the thing between them was a limited-time deal and, while they both fully intended on taking advantage of that fact for the next few days, they didn't want to look too much into the emotional aspect of it all. Because no matter how normal it seemed, or how content they felt, or how happy they both were for the first time in a long fucking time, it didn't matter; none of it could matter.
Mickey pushed the shopping cart through the frozen food section, having lost to Ian in a game of rock-paper-scissors for cart-pushing duty. He watched as Ian tossed a pint of ice cream into the cart. "The fuck you need ice cream for? It's 20 degrees outside."
"I like ice cream, thank you."
"Mint fuckin' chip, though?" Mickey groused. "At least get something I like too, you dick."
"Who said I was sharin' with you, huh?" Ian asked with a playfully arched brow before laughing at Mickey's pointed expression. "Fine, asshole, which ice cream do you want?"
Mickey perused the wide selection of limited-time flavors. "I'll take the carrot cake one. Sounds pretty good."
"Carrot cake, huh?" Ian asked with a teasing grin.
"Just put the ice cream in the cart, shithead."
Ian grabbed the ice cream from the freezer and tossed it into the cart, along with the other junk food they shouldn't be eating. He knew, once he was back home, he would have to work extra hard on his training to get back into shape again. That thought alone was enough to send his good mood crashing, and he tried to shake it off. He didn't want to think about home because being home meant being without Mickey.
"The fuck's up with you?" Mickey asked, already aware of Ian's mood swings. It was fucking weird how much you could learn about someone just by being with them every day for almost two weeks.
"Nothing," Ian said, pretending to look at the frozen breakfast pastries.
"Goddamn liar," Mickey muttered, but he left it at that; he knew it was best to not delve into personal feelings. To squash the awkward tension, he joked, "You're not gettin' Toaster Strudels, man. It's Pop-Tarts or nothing, fuck that fancy shit."
Ian smirked at him over his shoulder.
They finished in the food section and made their way to the checkout line, passing the personal care section on the way.
Ian stopped walking suddenly and snuck a tentative glance back at him. "Um, should we?"
"Should we what?" Mickey asked, raising his brows.
Ian jerked his head for Mickey to follow him down the aisle.
Mickey was about to open his mouth to ask Ian what his malfunction was since he was smooth like that, but he paused when he saw where Ian had led him to. His eyes scanned over the wide variety of condoms, personal lubricants, and stimulators. Why the fuck did they feel the need to sell vibrating stimulators in the middle of a grocery store, for fuck's sake?
Ian nervously rubbed his palms on his sweatpants as he snuck a look over at Mickey to gauge his reaction. "Maybe we should get something, you know, just in case? No pressure or anything. I don't want you to think I'm forcin' the issue. I mean, if you wanna do it, I'm cool with that, but if you don't want to, I'm cool with that too. You don't have to—"
"Ian, shut the fuck up already," Mickey interrupted. "Holy shit."
"Sorry."
Mickey shook his head before glancing back at the condoms. "What kind should we get?" he asked. He never in a million years thought he would stand in front of a condom display, discussing which condoms to buy with a dude. But he knew Ian was definitely more than that to him. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind and frowned at the selection. "What, uh, what do you usually get?"
"Let's see," Ian began. "We have latex, non-latex, ribbed, ultra-thin, flavored, bare-skin—"
"Jesus, don't they have a regular fuckin' condom you can slap on your dick?" Mickey exclaimed, causing a man who was walking by to eye them warily. "Hi, hello! Can I help you?"
The man ducked his head, picked up speed, and rounded the corner.
Mickey sneered at him before going back to the condoms. He scanned the selection once more before picking one and slapping the box to Ian's chest. "Here, that's fine. Let's go."
Ian looked down at the pack of condoms, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Magnum XL, huh? You tryin' to tell me something, Mick?"
Mickey knew he was blushing, even though he would never admit that he was. "Fuck you, asshole, let's go. Our ice cream is gonna melt."
Ian followed him with a grin.
Ian wanted to fuck Mickey.
They'd gotten back from their grocery excursion in one piece. They relaxed on the bed, both eating their half-melted ice cream before it was completely unsalvageable.
While Mickey's attention remained on the TV, Ian couldn't help but watch Mickey's mouth as it closed around his spoon, his tongue lapping at the ice cream. It was pure torture on Ian's part, so much so in fact that he had to place a pillow over his lap to cover his boner. He knew they were wasting precious time. They only had a limited amount of time left before they had to go back to reality, and eating ice cream and listening to Tim Allen grunt wasn't exactly what Ian wanted to be doing. Still, he didn't broach the topic, because he wanted Mickey to be the one to bring it up.
Mickey eventually looked over at Ian to find him staring. "The fuck're you lookin' at?"
Ian couldn't take it anymore. "Is this really what you wanna do right now?" he asked, waving his spoon in the air. "We could be takin' advantage of this time by fucking, and you wanna be sitting here, eating ice cream and watching fucking Home Improvement? "
Mickey stared back at him before grinning. He reached behind himself, placing his ice cream down on the table next to the bed. He then grabbed the remote and muted the TV. "I was waitin' for you to say something, asshole," he said before leaning over and crushing his carrot cake-flavored lips against Ian's mint-flavored ones.
Ian moaned through the sweet and sticky kiss, blindly reaching back and putting his own ice cream down. He reclined back, allowing Mickey to crawl on top of him. They lazily kissed for several minutes, making out and groping each other like horny teenagers and getting lost in the moment, taking their time.
Mickey was the first to pull back. He ran his right hand through Ian's hair before trailing his fingertips over his cheek. He swallowed thickly, his emotions running rampant.
"I want you," Ian murmured, all teasing aside. "I really fuckin' want you, but we don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with."
Mickey continued staring down at Ian, his blue eyes intense. "I know," he finally said. He then pulled away and stood up, making his way to the table and rummaging through the shopping bags before he found the condoms and lube. He walked back to the bed, his whole body trembling as he sat down.
Ian propped himself on an elbow and kissed Mickey's shoulder, wanting to give Mickey as much time as he needed in case he wanted to back out. "We can do other stuff, Mick."
"No," Mickey said without hesitation. "I wanna do this." He paused. "You said my first time should be special, right?"
Ian nodded, his mouth still pressed against Mickey's shoulder. "You sure it will be with me?"
Mickey looked down at Ian with a smirk. After a beat, he asked, "The fuck did I say about askin' stupid questions?" He smiled and stole Ian's breath from him when he leaned down and kissed him tenderly. They both melted back into the pillows with Ian on the bottom.
"Mick," Ian sighed against his mouth.
Mickey settled between Ian's legs and began languidly grinding against him, both of them getting hard at the contact.
"Maybe we should get naked," Ian breathed after a few minutes of kissing and dry-humping, unable to wait much longer.
"Alright," Mickey said before getting off the bed, Ian following. They stood facing each other as they undressed, their fingers fumbling, and their sharp breaths cutting through the quiet. Eventually, they were naked and standing in front of each other, both too afraid to move or take the initiative.
Ian moved first, reaching up to cup Mickey's cheek with his right hand. "I'm fallin' for you, Mickey," he murmured before he could stop himself. He stroked Mickey's cheek with the pad of his thumb and swallowed hard. "Kinda think I already did."
Mickey sucked in a shaky breath and went still as he took in Ian's words. He finally relaxed as Ian continued to stroke his face. He reached up and grabbed Ian's wrist before taking that last step towards him. He wrapped his other hand around Ian's neck and pulled him in for a slow, sloppy kiss, wanting to pour everything he felt for Ian into it, since he couldn't say the words.
Ian kissed him back just as tenderly, his teeth playfully nipping at his lips. Unable to hold back any longer, he eased Mickey backward onto the bed and pulled back from the kiss as he sat back between Mickey's legs. "The moment you feel uncomfortable, let me know, okay?"
Mickey nodded, realizing he was speechless as he watched Ian stroke himself; he wouldn't be able to speak even if he could find the words. He'd always expected his first time with a guy to be messy, hard, and quick. Never slow, meaningful, or soft.
Ian kept his eyes locked on Mickey's as he grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted some into his palm. "You okay?"
Mickey nodded again in reassurance before hissing when he felt a wet finger teasing the rim of his hole. "Shit, that's fuckin' cold."
"Sorry, shoulda warmed it up first."
"You think?" Mickey retorted before forcing back a moan with a bite to his lower lip.
"Remember," Ian said, his voice low and husky but reassuring. "I'll stop as soon as you think I crossed a line."
Mickey nodded, words somehow foreign to him at the moment. He bit his lip hard and froze when he felt Ian's finger slowly push inside him. He exhaled sharply. "Fuck."
"Want me to stop?"
Mickey shook his head no.
Ian continued watching Mickey's face as he inserted his finger in and out of him slowly before cautiously adding a second one. As he fingered Mickey with one hand, he used his other to stroke Mickey's dick. He moaned at the way Mickey was reacting to him. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever witnessed in his entire life, and he knew he'd never forget it. He hoped Mickey wouldn't, either.
Even if they had nothing else, they'd always have that night.
"Ian," Mickey moaned as Ian continued to scissor his fingers and stretch him, preparing him as best he could.
"Feel good?" Ian murmured.
Mickey could only nod and swallowed hard.
Ian crooked his fingers until he found the sensitive spot that caused Mickey to dig his head into the pillow and exhale sharply, a tremor rolling through him. He gingerly removed his fingers and grabbed the condom. Still watching as Mickey eyed him lustfully, he rolled the condom on and lubed himself up liberally, wanting to make the entire experience as least painful as he could.
"C'mere," he said, grabbing Mickey by his hands and pulling him up to him.
Mickey hungrily accepted Ian's kiss, their hard cocks between them, both of them ready.
Ian held Mickey against him on his lap as they continued kissing, giving the other time to back out if he wanted to. Finally, he pulled away from the kiss and motioned for Mickey to turn around and get on all fours.
Mickey complied and exposed himself to Ian, pressing his cheek into the pillow.
Ian grabbed Mickey's hip with one hand, his cock in the other. "You okay?" he asked as he slowly slid his dick between Mickey's cheeks.
"Yeah," Mickey breathed. "I'm good. Get on me."
Ian dug his fingers into Mickey's thigh as he slowly pressed forward, gently easing the tip of his dick into the puckered hole. He immediately felt Mickey clench around him, and he groaned. "Oh, shit, Mickey. Holy shit."
Mickey gasped with his face buried in the pillow as Ian carefully and slowly eased and rocked his way in. When Ian paused and asked if he wanted him to keep going, he simply nodded his head, unable to form words.
Ian gripped Mickey's hips as he fully buried his dick inside him, already close to the edge as Mickey clenched and shuddered around him. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss between Mickey's shoulder blades. "Tell me when you're ready, Mick," he said, barely hanging on. "I won't move 'til you're ready, 'kay?"
Mickey moaned and waited for a few beats before nodding his go-ahead.
Ian sat back, gingerly holding onto Mickey by the waist, as he pumped in and out slowly, wanting to take his sweet time, not wanting to hurt Mickey at all, and also wanting to enjoy it for as long as possible.
Mickey turned his head and panted out a curse as Ian fucked him, making sure not to go too hard or too fast, whispering to Mickey reassuringly. He practically whimpered when Ian reached down and grabbed his leaking dick, stroking it in time with the slow thrusts he made inside of him.
"You feel so good, Mickey. So good," Ian murmured as he worked to bring them both closer to orgasm. "You're fuckin' perfect."
Mickey squeezed his eyes shut, finally starting to feel the pleasure through the pain. He let out a moan when Ian found that spot inside of him again. "Fuck," he gasped into the pillow as Ian continued to rub against that spot with every deep, slow thrust, his hand still working on his cock. "Right there."
Ian stared down at where they were connected, watched as his dick pushed in and out of him, loving the sounds Mickey was making and the way his back arched, meeting him slowly thrust for thrust. He dug his fingers into Mickey's hips and groaned as he came suddenly, unable to hold back. He trembled and panted as he tried to bring himself back down, intent on finishing Mickey off.
"Come for me, Mick," he stammered as he pumped Mickey's cock.
"Mm," Mickey hummed as he gripped the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. He cursed, froze, and shuddered as he came in Ian's hand, never wanting the feeling to stop.
Ian rode it out for a few more thrusts before gently easing out of him. He rolled the condom off and tossed it to the floor before collapsing against Mickey's back, their sweaty bodies molding together perfectly. After a few minutes, he rolled off Mickey and relaxed on his back.
Mickey panted into the pillow for a few more beats before turning his gaze to meet Ian's.
Ian smiled at him in a daze and reached over to run a hand through his sweaty hair. "You alright?"
Mickey closed his eyes and took in a few deep breaths before saying, "I'm fuckin' better than alright."
"Oh, he speaks!" Ian exclaimed playfully before leaning forward to peck Mickey on the lips. When he tried to pull away, Mickey pulled him in for a deeper kiss that stole Ian's breath away.
When they pulled back, they relaxed side by side facing each other, neither of them saying anything for a long time; they didn't have to.
Mickey woke up sometime later in the middle of the night and found himself spooned back against Ian, with Ian's arm lazily draped over his waist. He glanced over his shoulder at Ian's sleeping face and watched him for a few beats before gingerly pulling Ian's arm away from his body, not wanting to wake him.
He sat up and rubbed his bleary eyes, needing a cigarette in the worst way. Being careful not to disturb Ian, he got off the bed and quietly maneuvered his way around the room, pulling on his jeans and coat and grabbing the cigarettes from the dresser before going outside, pulling the door softly shut behind him.
As he fumbled with his pack of smokes, he thought back to earlier, to the way Ian had been so sweet and gentle with him, giving him the best orgasm of his life. He thought about how he'd felt as Ian fucked him as if he was the most important person on the fucking planet. He'd felt loved and needed. For the first time in his life, he thought maybe he knew what love for another person felt like.
He finally lit his cigarette with shaky hands and took a long, deep drag. Then another. It wasn't until he was almost finished with the cigarette that he realized hot tears were rolling down his cheeks. He rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands and let out a choked sob.
He knew, in just a short time, that it would all be over. Whatever small taste of love or happiness or acceptance he had gotten in the past two weeks didn't matter.
He was fucked for life.