Bruises...

There's something about the fading purple marks on Ian's skin that turns Mickey on. Don't get him wrong, he'd pound the shit out of anyone who laid a hand on Ian. But these are a different kind of bruise. There's the set on Ian's hips that match Mickey's fingers. He smirks, yeah, that was a fun night. And then there's the purple mark on Ian's collarbone, hidden just out of sight by his shirt. Mickey likes that one too. He made it while making Ian beg. And when he thinks about it, which isn't often, it has more to do with marking Ian as fucking his, than the bruises themselves.


Ian's never liked bruises on Mickey. They always mean he's been in a fight. It's not that Ian doesn't think Mickey can take care of himself, but he's terrified that one day Mickey'll end up back in juvie or worse, in prison. In the days that follow the new bruises Ian is tense and jittery. He pumps Mandy for more information than is wise, but he can't help himself. Mickey makes Ian want everything more. He makes Ian push to get out of Chicago, get into West Point... and Ian wants all of that with Mickey right beside him.