Mickey sat numbly in the middle of a bustling Chicago police station with officers, detectives, and handcuffed criminals milling about, and phones ringing off the hook around him.
Despite everything going on, he heard and saw nothing. He felt as if he was living in the middle of a nightmare. He couldn't get the image of Ian being strapped to a stretcher and lifted into an ambulance out of his head; he would never get that out of his head.
He had no idea what was going on or how Ian was doing; he didn't even know if Ian was still breathing. It'd been nearly three hours since they'd brought him to the station for questioning, and he'd spoken to three different detectives. He was going out of his fucking mind with worry, wondering how many more statements he would have to give before he could leave and get some answers.
How many ways could he describe what happened? That his father was an evil, psychotic, homophobic prick who had kidnapped the boy he was banging, and that his brother had shot the bastard as he was aiming the gun to kill the kidnapped teenager?
He thought back to that morning when they had been in bed together, and the grin Ian had given him before leaning down to kiss his forehead before going to take that shower. He'd been so happy in that moment. He'd looked so hopeful, content, and fucking beautiful.
How had things gone so horribly wrong in one day?
He felt a tear trickling down his cheek as he ran through the day's events in his head for the umpteenth time; he didn't bother reaching up to wipe it away.
His right leg bounced furiously. He was two seconds away from snapping the fuck out and screaming at the top of his lungs when he heard someone call out his name. It took a moment to register. He shot up from his seat and turned to see Mandy just as she was throwing her arms around his neck. He instantly sobbed against her slim shoulder as he held onto her for dear life. He couldn't recall the last time he'd hugged his little sister. He couldn't remember the last time he'd cried in front of her, but right then, he needed it. Fuck, he needed it.
"Jesus, Mickey." Mandy sobbed as she gripped the back of his head. She then pulled back and cupped his face. "Fuck, are you okay?"
Mickey didn't speak, only shook his head no.
"Dad's most likely gonna live," Mandy said glumly as she took a step back. "They said his wound isn't life-threatening. He's gonna have surgery to remove the bullet, and then he's goin' to jail for a long fuckin' time. Attempted murder and a Class X felony kidnapping charge, most likely. He's never gettin' out."
"I better never see him again, Mandy," he said, his voice shaking with emotion, "because I swear to god if I ever see that prick again, I'll fuckin' kill him—"
"I know," she interjected. "I know."
"Iggy's in some fuckin' interrogation room right now gettin' grilled," he said unsteadily as he rubbed a hand over his quivering mouth. "He's gonna get some time since he was an accomplice to the kidnapping, even though he tried to save Ian's life."
Mandy rubbed his shoulder, not knowing what to say to that.
"I need to get outta here. I need to make sure Ian's okay. Fuck, I don't know anything! They won't tell me anything or let me fuckin' leave!" he yelled in aggravation, causing a few officers to eye him cautiously.
"Calm down," she pleaded. "The last thing you need right now is to get arrested. I'll go talk to someone and get you outta here, okay?"
Mickey nodded dumbly as he sat back down in the chair next to the desk of the officer who had been questioning him but had since disappeared. He rubbed a hand over his tear-stained face, his leg resuming its furious bouncing as he impatiently waited for his sister to return, hopefully with good news.
After getting the all-clear that he could go, on his word that he would come back to the station if they had any further questions, they drove to the hospital in record time.
Before Mandy had even had the car fully stopped, Mickey was out and racing into the emergency room, not caring who got in his way, wheelchair-bound patients and EMTs wheeling in stretchers be damned. He stalked right up to the triage window. Even though the woman behind the glass was on the phone, he slapped his hand impatiently on the counter a few times; he'd done enough waiting.
"Hello?" he snapped. "Excuse me!"
The woman covered her hand over the phone and appeared perturbed as she asked, "May I help you, sir?"
"I'm lookin' for Ian Gallagher, they brought him in a few hours ago." His voice quivered on his next words. "Gun-gunshot wound."
After the lady pointed him in the direction of the specific waiting room where Ian's family and friends were waiting, he hightailed in that direction, his sister hot on his trail. Once he reached the room, he found all the Gallaghers sitting around, looking somber and grief-stricken. His heart dropped to his stomach.
"Is he okay?" he choked when they glanced up at him, his voice sounding hollow to his own ears. "Tell me he's fuckin' alright!" Before he could register what was happening, Lip shot up from his seat, advanced on Mickey, and punched him square in the jaw, sending him reeling backward and nearly falling on his ass.
"Are you fuckin' kidding me?" Lip roared. Fiona and Kevin held him back as he tried to attack again. "You have some fuckin' nerve showin' up here, you goddamn prick! It's because of you and your scumbag family that he's even lying in that hospital bed right now!"
Mickey stared at Lip in shock as he rubbed his sore jaw, feeling too stunned to speak or react.
"Come on, let's go," Kevin said, tugging a struggling Lip out of the waiting room. "Let's go take a breather. We can't do this here. Ian wouldn't want this. C'mon, man."
Lip shrugged roughly out of Kevin's grip before moving to leave the waiting room, his eyes glued hatefully on Mickey as he walked out.
Mickey looked at the rest of the Gallaghers, seeing the doubt, anger, and silent accusations in their eyes. "Just… fuck, tell me he's gonna be alright? Please, that's all I wanna know, and then I'll go," he said forlornly, his eyes focused on the floor.
"He's gonna be fine," Fiona answered after a few beats. "He lost a lot of blood and has a concussion, but he's gonna be alright. They're doin' surgery now to remove the bullet."
Mickey nodded curtly, relief flooding through him as he turned and walked out of the room, knowing that the Gallaghers had every right to feel the way they did about him, but it still stung like hell.
A little less than an hour later, a doctor appeared and confirmed to everyone that the surgery had been successful. They had removed the bullet from Ian's shoulder, and he'd had a blood transfusion to make up for the massive blood loss. He still had a long way to go as far as recovery went, but he would be fine.
All they had to do was wait for Ian to regain consciousness.
All the Gallaghers sighed collectively in relief inside the waiting room as they hugged, cried, and cheered, while Mickey stood uninvited out in the hallway, hugging his sister as intense relief washed through him. He cried into the fabric of his sister's flannel shirt, away from the Gallaghers' eyes.
Neither of them noticed Lip watching from a few feet away before sneaking past them to join the rest of his family in the waiting room.
Two hours later, Fiona and Debbie stood around Ian's bed, watching and waiting for him to wake up.
"You okay, Debs?" Fiona asked, reaching out to smooth Debbie's hair away from her damp face.
"Yeah, I'm just glad he's okay," Debbie choked.
"Me too," Fiona said with a gentle smile, hugging her little sister tightly.
Fiona and Debbie pulled away from the hug, their cheeks streaked with tears. Suddenly, they heard a grunt from behind them, and they turned to find Ian watching them through hooded eyes.
"Ian!" Debbie exclaimed, running to his side. "You're awake!"
"Hey, Sweetface," Fiona said, walking around to the other side of the bed to stroke his cheek. "You're fine. You're okay. Don't move or you'll hurt yourself."
Ian closed his eyes, swallowed thickly, and squirmed a bit, his eyebrows furrowing in obvious pain.
"Debs, go get a nurse, let 'em know he's awake," Fiona said before looking back down at her brother. "Everyone's here to see ya. Lip, Carl, and Liam are here. They went for a walk around the building. They'll be back soon," she said as she continued to stroke his cheek. "You scared the shit outta us, kid."
Ian closed his eyes and swallowed hard again.
"Do you need anything?" Fiona asked. "I could get you some water?"
Ian stared blankly up at her. When he eventually spoke, his words were dry and scratchy but spoken with concern and desperation.
"Where's Mickey?"
Mickey and Mandy were sitting in the hospital cafeteria, untouched piss-warm coffees sitting in front of them.
Mandy was trying to process everything her brother had told her about the past two months. It was a lot to take in. "I don't even know what to say about any of this. A lot of shit makes sense now, I'll say that. Explains why so many Gallaghers have been hangin' around lately."
Mickey said nothing as he stared down at his hands wrapped around the cardboard coffee cup. He felt emotionally, mentally, and physically drained, so he couldn't even fully process the fact that he'd completely laid everything out on the table for her, including the fact that he was gay.
"So, you and Ian, huh?" she asked after a few beats. "He's pretty fuckin' cute, you know?"
Mickey rubbed a hand down his face and nodded minutely.
"Wanna tell me more about it?" she pressed. "Toss me some bread crumbs?"
"Mandy," Mickey sighed, pinching his nose.
"Is he a good kisser?"
He glanced up then, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "The fuck? After everything I just told you about—the two kidnappings, the running away, the illegal shit we did for money, the fact that our dad is a fuckin' psycho—you wanna ask me if Ian's a good kisser?"
"What can I say?" she said with a small shrug. "I'm a sucker for a good love story."
He stared down at his cup, his teeth working on his lower lip. After a few beats, he said, "Maybe I should go, see him when he's better and outta this shithole. Give everyone some space. No one wants me here. I'm just makin' shit more complicated."
"Ian wants you here."
"You don't fuckin' know that."
"He obviously gives a shit about you," she pointed out. "To stick with you even through all that."
"I wouldn't blame him if he never wants to see my ass again," Mickey countered, his voice shaky. "I'm the one who put him in this shitty situation, to begin with."
"Fuck that! That asshole is the one who got Ian into this mess," she snapped. She was teary-eyed again as she reached out and placed her hand awkwardly over his. "Don't forget that, Mickey. That asshole did this to him, not you."
Mickey swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, even though he still didn't believe it himself.
They looked up when Debbie Gallagher sauntered up to them, tears stained on her cheeks.
Mickey waited with bated breath for her to speak.
"My brother's awake," Debbie said. "He wants to see you, Mickey."
Mickey shot out of his chair without hesitation and darted towards Ian's room, weaving in and out of doctors, nurses, and patients in the hallway to get there, only vaguely registering the shouts and Mandy's voice calling out after him.
When he reached the room full of Gallaghers and the Balls, Mickey breathlessly halted in the doorway, feeling all eyes land on him as he did so, but he didn't look at any of them. No one else mattered right then. Nothing mattered but Ian.
He focused his attention solely on the hospital bed, on the beautiful redhead who was watching him, his eyes hooded, and his lips slightly parted and chapped. His arm was in a sling, and his head was bandaged. He could see tears brimming Ian's eyes, and he had to blink back his own.
Tentatively, he made his way into the room, in front of all the Gallaghers, Kevin and Veronica, and his sister, and stopped next to the bed. He watched as a tear trickled slowly down Ian's cheek and onto his pillow.
After swallowing hard a few times and gathering up the courage, Mickey reached out and caressed Ian's cheek with the pad of his thumb before leaning down and bumping his forehead against Ian's. He let out a heavy sigh of relief at the contact. He was crying openly, unable to stop the tears. He could feel all eyes on them, everyone waiting and watching, but it was only the two of them.
He moved his hand up and smoothed it over Ian's hair before cupping his cheek again, skimming his thumb over the apple of his cheek. He leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss on his forehead.
"I love you," he whispered against Ian's skin, saying the words for the first time, even though he'd felt it for weeks. He pulled back a bit and stared down into those beautiful green eyes he'd somehow fallen in love with. "I love you," he said again with more certainty and finality.
Ian let out an unsteady exhale and nodded weakly as he reached up to grab Mickey's wrist.
Mickey heard someone choke back a sob behind him, but it barely registered in his mind. He watched as Ian's eyes fluttered shut before leaning in to kiss Ian's forehead again, his lips lingering.
Mickey left the room shortly after to give the Gallaghers their time with Ian. When he got outside to the designated smoking area, intent on inhaling a much-needed cigarette, he rubbed his damp eyes with the heels of his hands and looked up with a sniff. He laughed mirthlessly when he saw that Lip'd had the same idea he did. Just as he was about to turn and head back inside, not wanting to cause any unnecessary conflict, Lip's words stopped him.
"I see it."
Mickey turned around and eyed Lip warily. He said nothing, waiting for the other man to elaborate.
Lip flicked his cigarette, appearing uncomfortable as he stared off into the distance. He continued after a few tense beats. "I didn't get it. Hell, a part of me still doesn't understand how the hell my brother fell for the guy who kidnapped him. I guess it's not up to me to understand, but I believe him. I believe you didn't have much of a choice in any of it, and I think you care about my brother."
"I love your brother," Mickey reiterated without hesitation. "I would never do anything to hurt him. I only pushed him away because I was tryin' to keep him safe from my fuckin' dad."
"I know," Lip said with a curt nod of his head, still not meeting Mickey's eyes. "I know that now." He waited for a beat before holding the cigarette out for Mickey to take.
Mickey hesitated before reluctantly accepting it.
It may have been the world's smallest olive branch, but he'd take it, if only for Ian's sake.
As visiting hours ended, Mickey stood in the background as everyone hugged and said their goodbyes to Ian. They eventually left as a herd, leaving Fiona alone in the hall.
He rubbed his lower lip with his thumb as he went out to join her.
Fiona wrapped her arms around herself and looked up to find him standing there. They stood facing each other, both still in shock over the day's events.
"My brother loves you, you know?" Fiona said, speaking first to break the strained silence. "Like really fuckin' loves you."
Mickey nodded, still rubbing his lip and looking at the floor.
"You fuck with him, you deal with all of us. You got it?" she warned him, her eyes wide and glossy. When Mickey sniffed and lifted his eyes to meet hers, her expression softened. "You wanna stay here with him tonight, don't you?"
"Yeah," he said. "I do."
Fiona sighed and rubbed a hand down her face, her big brown eyes brimming with tears. She eventually nodded. "Okay. Okay, I'm sure he'd rather you stay, anyway. Just tell him I love him, and I'll see him first thing in the morning. The detectives are gonna wanna talk to him, so I wanna be here when they do." After Mickey nodded, she did something that surprised him: she reached out and rubbed his shoulder before turning and heading down the hall towards the elevators.
After getting Fiona's permission, Mickey stopped the first nurse he could find.
"Uh, excuse me," he said, nodding towards Ian's door. He avoided the nurse's eyes and rubbed at his lip. "Can I, uh… Can I stay with him tonight?"
"Are you an immediate family member?" the nurse asked, looking as if she was in a hurry to be somewhere else. "Only an immediate family member can spend the night with a patient."
Mickey nervously rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans and shuffled a little back and forth. "No, uh, not immediate family," he said and, just as she was about to turn and walk away to attend to more pressing matters, he added, "I'm his…" He rubbed a hand down his face and sighed before trying again. "He's my boyfriend."
The nurse stared back at him, no doubt noticing how nervous and vulnerable he appeared. She smiled kindly with a nod towards Ian's room. "Go ahead."
Mickey nodded curtly and turned towards the room. He hesitated with his hand on the doorknob, feeling nervous, and not knowing why. He rocked back and forth a few times before sucking in a breath and entering the dimly lit room.
Ian was lying on the bed, his eyes focused on the small TV mounted on the wall. He turned his head and smiled when he saw it was Mickey. "Hey, Mick," he said, his voice sounding small and not like him at all.
"Hey," Mickey said as he stepped up next to the bed. His eyes darted everywhere but at Ian's face, afraid if he looked at him directly, he'd break down again. "How you feelin'?" he asked before quickly adding, "That's prob'ly a stupid fuckin' question, huh?"
"I'm feelin' pretty damn good, actually," Ian said, holding up the button for his morphine drip with a small smile.
Mickey mustered up a faint smile for Ian's benefit and looked away towards the TV. After a few beats, he glanced down to find Ian watching him and waiting. "You, uh, you mind if I crash here tonight? I don't feel like goin' back to my place. I, uh, I cleared it with your sister and the nurse. They said it was cool."
Ian said nothing as he hoisted himself up on his good arm and attempted to scoot over. "Ah, fuck," he cried out.
"Hey, man, watch it," Mickey said as he rushed to help him. "You're gonna hurt yourself."
Ian grimaced in pain and fell back against the pillow. "Yeah, that fuckin' hurt."
Mickey toed off his shoes and crawled into the tiny-ass hospital bed with Ian. He didn't waste any time wrapping his arm around Ian's midsection and pressing a soft kiss to Ian's bare, freckled shoulder where the hospital gown had slipped down.
Ian reached up and carded his fingers soothingly through Mickey's hair before resting his hand on Mickey's arm that was wrapped around him.
They laid together for a while, blankly staring at the episode of Jeopardy on the TV and listening to each other breathe.
"So, I heard you got shot," Mickey finally mumbled in a weak attempt to lighten the mood.
"Yeah," Ian muttered. "You know, just another day in the life of a South Side teenager. No big deal."
"If Iggy hadn't stepped in and shot my dad, who knows where the bullet woulda hit," Mickey said after a beat, his voice breaking.
"We don't have to talk about that right now."
Before Mickey knew what was happening, he was crying with his face pressed against Ian's good shoulder. "Fuck, Ian."
"Hey," Ian murmured when he felt the dampness of Mickey's tears soak through his gown. "Mick."
"I'm sorry," Mickey choked. He lifted his head and kissed Ian's cheek, letting his lips linger. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, Ian. About everything. Kidnapping you, breakin' your heart and pushin' you away, this shit with my dad. I mean, look at you. You're lying in a hospital bed, for fuck's sake, all because of me. I tried to keep you safe. I fuckin' tried."
"Hey, none of this was your fault, do you hear me?" Ian chided, reaching up to cup Mickey's cheek, smoothing his thumb over his tears. "To be honest, if I had the chance to do it all over again, I wouldn't change anything, because it brought me to you." After a beat, he said, "Well… I'd change the whole gettin' shot part. That part sucked."
Mickey stared up at him tearfully and let out a puff of laughter before leaning in and kissing him. He then rested his cheek against Ian's chest and closed his eyes, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat. "I fuckin' love you," he muttered into the fabric of Ian's hospital gown.
Even though Mickey couldn't see it, he could feel Ian smiling against the top of his head. "Me too," Ian whispered. His fingers repeatedly clutched Mickey's shirt at the small of his back. It was lulling Mickey to sleep. "Mick?" he asked after a few minutes, his voice sounding soft and sleepy.
"Hm?" Mickey hummed.
"He didn't make you… With that woman?" Ian began, his voice unsteady. "You didn't—"
"No," Mickey murmured. "Nothin' happened with her."
Ian let out a shaky sigh of relief and tightened his arm around Mickey, holding him even closer and nuzzling his nose in his hair.
Mickey looked up a few beats later when he felt Ian tremble to find that he was crying, soft tears rolling down his cheeks, everything undoubtedly hitting him. "Hey," he breathed. "Hey, it's alright, Ian. Everything's alright." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to his wet cheek. "It's just us now. It's over."
Ian nodded and touched his salty lips softly against Mickey's, liking the sound of that.
"It's over."
~~Four Months Later~~
Ian walked into the Milkovich home and headed straight for his and Mickey's bedroom. "Hey," he said with a grin as he dumped his backpack on the floor and crawled onto the bed to kiss Mickey.
"Do you mind? I'm tryin' to look up something here," Mickey murmured against his lips, even though his tone held no contempt.
"Mm," Ian moaned against his mouth as he angled his head and went in for a deeper kiss. As they passionately kissed, he blindly grabbed the laptop from Mickey's lap and placed it aside before straddling his boyfriend.
"You're an asshole, you know that?" Mickey breathed as Ian licked the shell of his ear.
"Speaking of assholes," Ian grumbled, his words trailing off as he laced his fingers through Mickey's and leaned back, a playful smirk on his lips.
"You think you're so fuckin' cute, don't you?" Mickey said as his eyes fell to Ian's lips. Just as he was about to lean in for another kiss, Ian pulled back. "Oh, now that you got me all riled up, you're gonna be a tease? That how it is?"
Ian laughed and leaned in to kiss him quickly before pulling away and glancing at the laptop. "Were you lookin' at porn?"
"Who needs porn when I have my very own horny cornball boyfriend that jumps me any chance he can get?"
"Mm, say it again," Ian said, leaning in for another kiss.
"Cornball?"
"No, boyfriend."
"Mm," Mickey murmured against Ian's lips. "Boyfriend."
Ian groaned, gripped Mickey's head, and deepened the kiss hungrily.
When they pulled apart for air, Mickey answered Ian's previous question, "I was online lookin' up some stuff about GED classes."
"Oh, yeah?" Ian asked with a smile. "Thinkin' about your future now, huh?"
"Yeah, well, things don't seem so fuckin' hopeless anymore," Mickey said, his voice gruff as he placed his hands on Ian's hips, his thumbs smoothing over the bare skin that showed where Ian's shirt hitched up. "My asshole father's in prison for a long-ass time, and I got myself a pain-in-the-ass boyfriend. What more could I fuckin' want?"
"Pain in the ass, huh?" Ian asked with narrowed eyes before laughing at Mickey's smirk. "So, what else do you see for your future?"
"I dunno," Mickey muttered, his hands sliding down and rounding over Ian's ass. "Maybe I can try to get a decent job, try to make something of myself." He paused and smiled softly before saying, "I was also kinda thinkin' about keepin' this redheaded idiot I know around for a little while. We'll see."
Ian cupped Mickey's face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together. "You wanna be with me for a while, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess," Mickey murmured. "I must be a glutton for punishment to be willin' to put up with your annoying ass for the long haul."
"You love me and my ass."
Mickey smiled and squeezed that ass, holding his boyfriend tighter against him.
"You know, if you think about it," Ian continued with narrowed eyes, "this whole thing is kinda turning into a Julia Roberts' bitch flick."
"Fuck you is what it's turnin' into."
Before Ian could respond, Mickey wrapped an arm around him and abruptly flipped them over so that Ian was on his back, their mouths slotting together in a hungry kiss. "Mandy has detention, she won't be home until after five," he breathed when they eventually broke apart.
"Oh, yeah?"
Mickey hummed as he adorably brushed his nose against Ian's. "Your shoulder feelin' okay?"
"It's a little sore, but I'm good."
"Wanna bang?"
"Hell yeah, I wanna bang," Ian answered with a grin.
Mickey laughed and pressed his forehead to Ian's lips.
Ian reached up and cupped Mickey's cheek when he pulled back. "I wanna do something different, though."
Mickey visibly swallowed as his eyes searched Ian's face. "Different, huh? You wanna… You want me to pull out the beads…?"
"Jesus, you and those damn beads," Ian mumbled as he reached up on the bed mantel, grabbing the lube and handing the bottle to Mickey.
It took a few beats for it to sink in before Mickey was asking, "Are you sure? We've never… You haven't…"
"I know I haven't bottomed before," Ian said, reaching up to stroke his cheek, "but I want to. I want you to fuck me, Mickey."
"Yeah?" Mickey asked, breathless.
Ian visibly swallowed and nodded his head. "Yeah."
Mickey knew that it was a huge implication of trust coming from Ian, and his chest swelled with emotion. Even after everything they'd been through, Ian trusted him.
He loved him.
Mickey leaned down and captured Ian's lips with his own as his hands moved down between them. He fumbled with Ian's button and zipper until they opened. He ran his hands up Ian's torso, dragging his shirt up as he went. He waited for him to sit up a little before tugging the shirt off the rest of the way and tossing the garment to the floor.
He went back in for a deeper, more passionate kiss as Ian's hands rounded over his ass. He broke free from the kiss long enough to reach behind his head and pull his shirt off before leaning back down eagerly. He kissed Ian thoroughly until he was panting into his mouth. He then broke away to kiss his way down Ian's chin and neck.
With gentle lips, Mickey pressed kisses along the healing bullet wound scar on Ian's shoulder.
Ian watched Mickey with hooded eyes as he lazily carded his fingers through Mickey's hair. "Tickles…"
Mickey smiled against Ian's flushed skin and kissed his way across his chest, nosing at Ian's dog tags before licking a stripe along Ian's throat and back up to his lips.
Ian kissed him back just as fervently and arched, motioning for Mickey to get up. "C'mon, Mick," he breathed. "I've been thinkin' about this since the second period."
"Oh, have you?" Mickey asked as he stood up from the bed to remove the rest of his clothes. He then knelt back on the bed and grabbed Ian's pants and boxers and pulled them down and off. He then positioned himself at the foot of the bed and teasingly nipped the inside of Ian's right ankle.
"You're gonna be a dick about this, aren't you?"
"Little bit, yeah," Mickey said with a playful grin. He continued nipping and licking his way slowly up Ian's inner thigh before moving over to nip and suck at the other one.
"I hate you so much right now," Ian choked out as he spread his legs wider.
"No, you don't. Your cock certainly don't," Mickey muttered as he grabbed Ian's dick and licked a long slow stripe up the underside before sucking him down as much as he could without choking.
As Mickey eagerly worked his mouth and throat on Ian's dick, Ian bit his lower lip and grabbed the lube to slather his fingers. He turned his body a bit and carefully worked two fingers into his ass, wanting to be as ready as possible for his boyfriend's dick.
As Mickey sucked Ian's dick, he watched with hooded eyes as Ian fucked himself with his fingers. He reached down and began stroking his cock at the fucking amazing sight. He pulled his mouth from Ian's dick and groaned. "Christ, Ian, you have no fuckin' idea how hot you look right now."
"Mickey," Ian whimpered. "C'mon, I'm ready."
Mickey crawled up the length of Ian's body and grabbed a pillow to prop under Ian's ass. He whispered, "Yeah?"
Ian swallowed hard and nodded.
"Here, I got you," Mickey said, slapping Ian's hand away. He pushed his own fingers inside Ian as his other hand stroked Ian's dick. As he worked his boyfriend into a blubbering, panting mess, he watched as Ian arched and moaned and sucked on his bottom lip. He knew it wouldn't take long for him to come once he buried his dick in Ian's ass. "Jesus, you're fuckin' amazing like this."
"Mick, please," Ian begged. "Come the fuck on."
Mickey leaned forward to grab the lube, bending down to kiss Ian as he did, their mouths and tongues sucking and lapping at each other's lips hungrily. He pulled away from the kiss, tugging on Ian's bottom lip roughly as he did so, causing him to whimper. He sat back, eyes locked on Ian's, and lubed his dick liberally, eager to get inside his boyfriend's tight ass for the first time.
Ian bent his legs and held them up, opening himself for him.
"Jesus," Mickey moaned as he positioned himself against his hole. He grabbed ahold of Ian's right leg and hoisted it up and over his shoulder, holding onto it for leverage as he slowly and gently pushed and rocked inside.
"Oh, fuck," Ian gasped as he arched and dug his fingers into Mickey's forearm. "Shit, Mickey."
"Am I hurtin' you?" Mickey asked breathlessly as he buried himself to the hilt. He gasped when Ian clenched around him. "Fuck."
"No, I'll be alright," Ian rasped.
Mickey leaned down and kissed him sweetly on the mouth.
Ian's eyes were closed when Mickey pulled back. "You can move, Mickey," he uttered.
"Just gimme a minute," Mickey groaned. "Fuck, need a minute."
"Please move," Ian whined and only waited for a beat before saying, "Jesus, move."
"Alright, bossy little shit," Mickey murmured, his tone affectionate.
Ian replied with a wrecked groan.
Mickey slowly pulled out and sank back in with a satisfying grunt. "Ah, fuck… Ian." He reached under Ian and grabbed his ass, angling him upwards more. He then grabbed Ian's other leg and lifted it over his shoulder as he set a steady, measured pace, wanting to hang on to his orgasm for as long as possible. "You're so tight. You feel so good, so fuckin' good."
"Mick," Ian whimpered as Mickey rolled his hips into him over and over. "Mickey, oh shit."
Unable to resist kissing his boyfriend any longer, Mickey released Ian's legs from his shoulders and bent forward to kiss the gorgeous redhead that was cursing and sputtering beneath him. He picked up his pace and entwined his fingers with Ian's, pressing their hands to the mattress.
Ian moaned and panted into his mouth as their tongues lazily tangled.
"Ian," Mickey moaned against Ian's mouth. "Love you so fuckin' much."
"I love you," Ian groaned back as he unlocked his hands from Mickey's and dug his fingers into the meat of Mickey's ass, holding his boyfriend tighter to him.
Eventually, Mickey slowed his thrusts until he was barely moving at all, just slowly rolling his hips. He pulled away from the kiss so he could watch every expression play on Ian's face. He smiled tenderly as Ian whimpered and muttered his praises from beneath him.
Ian's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled back at Mickey as much as he could through the intensity of it all.
They kept their eyes locked as they continued making love at a leisurely pace amid the sheets. Neither of them was in any rush to finish, both deciding to take their time with each other and enjoy it.
For once, they had all the time in the world.
~The End~