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"The End Days"
Chapter 8: "Training Wheels"
Ian can finally breathe, it feels good.
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It has been two days since Ian and Mickey confessed their love for each other, although, it wasn't so much confessing as it was confirming. They kissed once, twice more after and Mickey was silent but blushing when he turned to leave, Ian needed to go inside before the cold air claimed his feet for good.
He's been in the clouds since they separated in his backyard, the "perkier" Ian was noticed by Lip who conveniently wanted to take Mandy on an overnight adventure somewhere, keeping her away from Milkovich manor for the night. Ian didn't think much of this since they are always off and on, because of that "cancer" Karen, but he figured out what he was up to when Mandy texted him that evening when Lip and her left.
Dad and my other brothers are gone too. Mickey stayed. :-*
Ian looked up to the ceiling in his bedroom and a smile slowly stretched across his face. Lip and Mandy were giving him and Mickey alone time.
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Ian felt silly actually picking out what he wanted to wear, granted it was mainly flannel in his wardrobe, but he still debated. He decided on a plain black T shirt and dark wash jeans and he may or may not have been pleased on how they made his ass look. After puffing out a breath he slung his bag over his shoulder and went downstairs and almost bumped into a frazzled Fiona who was also making her way down.
"Whoa Ian, careful! Where you headed?" she asked while balancing Debbie's load of clothes.
Ian grabbed them and walked to the washer with Fiona on his tail, "Just out for a little, I might spend the night." Ian smirked at the last part. Ian can almost feel Fiona's eyebrows shoot up to her hairline.
"Oh? You and Lip are both gonna be out on a school night?" Fiona asks, scooting Ian out of the way so she can access the washer.
Ian shrugs, "I won't be far and I'll be back early enough to change for school."
Fiona sighs but the sound is muffled by the spin cycle, "Alright, I guess you're settled with it, be safe."
Ian smiles and turns to the kitchen to walk out when Fiona calls his name.
"Yeah?" Ian asks, halfway out the door.
"I'm glad you're feeling better, I said it before but you know, I just don't like you like that, all depressed." Fiona's smile is a little watery and Ian jogs quickly back to her and pecks her cheek, shoots an "I love you" and heads out the door, leaving Fiona with a more happy smile.
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Ian zips his coat a little higher on his walk to the Milkovich home and he got some pep-in-his-step once he rounded the corner to Mickey's block.
Ian admits he was a little off-put when he climbed the steps to the house; the last time he was in there…Mickey met his wife. He needed to put that incident out of his head before it killed his mood. He began to knock on the door and stopped to hear a response- nothing. He knocked harder and heard Mickey in the distance yelling, "hold the fuck up." Ian smirked at how Mickey's manners will probably get worse with age.
The door swung open while Mickey spoke with laughter in his voice, "You left your key again Mandy or-" he locked eyes with Ian and blinked twice, his eyebrows comically rising.
Ian, being the dork he is, just waved with the hand that wasn't holding his overnight bag.
"Hey, Mick."
"Hey." Mickey looked down to Ian's bag and back to him.
Ian licked his lips and looked past Mickey into his house, "So…can I stay the night?"
"Yeah, I guess"
Mickey pulled the door open further to let Ian in and poked his head out the door, evidently checking to see if someone is being nosey, even though no one in their neighborhood really gives a fuck about anything. Ian walked in and tried not to look at the sofa to keep the memories down but it's literally right there in your face.
He had to ask, "Where's the Missus?" Ian heard a faint scoff behind him when the door closed shut.
"Out workin', I don't know about you but I know that bitch is doing way more than handjobs," Mickey chuckled.
"So how is it, being married?" Ian asked. Mickey raised one brow and nodded his head to his room; Ian grabbed his bag and went in there, dropping it when he takes in the remodeled sight.
"This is how it is; it's pretty much her room now. Got a nicer bed and I don't even want to fucking sleep in it when she's here," Mickey explains.
Ian sees the feminine touch the room has that it didn't have before. It smells like cigarettes still but the lingering fragrance of some fruity body spray girls' rooms always have is in the air. Mickey's posters are minimal and some of Svetlana's "work clothes" are hanging out the hamper.
Ian continues his 360° room survey and stops when he sees Mickey leaning against the dresser by the bedroom door. He takes in Mickey's thoughtful face; he wonders how long Mickey's been looking at him case the room. They both slowly smile at each other and Mickey really looks beautiful to Ian. Maybe it's because of the small lamp that dimly lights the otherwise dark room or the multicolored string lights that seem to bounce off their pale skin perfectly but Ian can feel his heartbeat race and the way Mickey tentatively walks over to him shows his nervousness too.
Ian needs to break the silence before he explodes.
"So does she cook and all that? Or-"
"-We gonna keep talking about her or are you gonna do somethin'?" Mickey seamlessly interrupts, his eyes raking over Ian's body.
Ian responds with a low 'no' and tilts his face down to kiss Mickey. They slowly peck each other's lips, testing, and Mickey introduces his tongue in Ian's mouth, opening his more to let in Ian's. They devour each other like this for what seems like an eternity before Ian feels his erection straining against his zipper. He presses his body against Mickey and he takes the hint, putting more force into their kissing and gripping Ian's strong arms.
Ian feels himself being walked back to the bed and when Mickey goes away from his mouth to kiss and lick at his neck Ian lets out a loud sigh and drops to his back on the bed's comforter, eyes on Mickey when he pulls him so they are lying on their sides facing each other. They stop moving and Ian shakily places a finger on Mickey's temple tracing a curved line to his mouth.
"I-uh, I love you." Ian says in the smallest voice he can manage. He doesn't expect Mickey to reply back, saying it that one time spoke volumes. Ian also didn't expect for Mickey's bottom lip to oddly quiver before he gained control of his face again.
Mickey just nodded before sitting up and taking off his shirt then looking back at Ian. Ian didn't need another hint so he sat up as well and yanked his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor, grabbing the back of Mickey's neck and kissing him again, this time more wild and needy. Ian feels the vibe in the room change around them when he breaks apart and stands, pushing Mickey onto his back. Ian takes off his jeans and pulls his boxers down with them, letting his hard-on jut out proudly.
Mickey scoots back up and keeps his eyes trained on Ian when he takes his dick and strokes it once, twice and licks his lips, lowering his mouth onto it, taking Ian as far down as he can before he comes back up with a 'pop' Ian moaning all the while.
"Jesus Christ, Mickey." Ian shakily says, he throws his head back when Mickey grabs at his ass and goes back down slurping in rhythmic repetition, taking a break to lick the underside of Ian's cock and taking his balls into his mouth one at a time keeping a hand pumping up and down.
Ian pulls his body back, "Come on."
Mickey lays back down and lift his hips to allow Ian to take off his jeans and underwear. Mickey's erection lay on his belly, pre-cum pooling on his skin. Ian climbs on top of him to lick it up and to place kisses leading up to Mickey's neck. Mickey grabs at the little hair Ian has and detaches his mouth from his neck to look at him in the face.
"I thought you said come on, firecrotch?" Mickey smirked and Ian chuckles at him before flipping him over and kissing down the curve of Mickey's back, enjoying hearing the little growls that come from him we he finally reaches his ass; Ian is positioned oddly on the bed but continues on when Mickey gets up on all fours. Mickey gasps quite loudly when Ian starts to lick around his hole darting his tongue in and out.
"Is that good?"
"Yeah, fuck, shut up and keep going."
Ian swirls a finger around and smirks when Mickey pushes his ass back on it. Ian obliges and introduces it in Mickey hissing and asking for more.
"Stop being impatient," Ian whispers when he adds another finger, scissoring them inside Mickey to loosen him up. Mickey went from his "masculine" groans to mewling when Ian crooks his finger to hit his prostate.
Ian stands and pulls Mickey by his hips to bring him to the edge of the bed. Mickey lowers himself down more so his ass is further up into the air, spreading his legs wider. Ian stroked himself a few times and spit a good amount on Mickey's hole and lined up against him.
"You really need to fuck me now." Mickey muffled into the comforter.
"Mmhhmm," Ian offered in response.
Ian slowly pushed in inch by inch, clenching down on his teeth to restrain himself from fucking Mickey senseless right then. Mickey got back onto his hands and pushed back to meet Ian's slow thrust, not caring about the noises escaping him when Ian begins to rock back and forth, pulling out and swiftly pushing back in. Ian is gripping Mickey's hips hard when he speeds up their lovemaking, grunts and slapping skin reverberating throughout the small room.
Ian rubs a hand tenderly down Mickey's back to counter the force of his thrusts, Mickey looks back at him and they look at each for a beat before Mickey turns away and groans when he starts to jerk himself off. Ian can feel Mickey clenching around him and begins to fuck him faster, swatting Mickey's hand out of the way to jerk him instead in time with his thrusts.
"Fuck, shit I'm coming," Mickey grits out.
Ian keeps his pace and pumps Mickey harder when he feels him swell. Mickey stills and scrunches his brows when he finally comes, spilling onto his bed and Ian's fingers. Ian places his has hand back on Mickey's hip and not too later came inside Mickey. Ian spirals in the feeling, not a bit embarrassed when he repeats Mickey's name over and over.
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Ian snuggles his back against Mickey's chest in his partially sleep state. The blaring red numbers on the alarm clock says it is about 3:30 in the morning. Ian smiles when he can feel Mickey's hand lightly caress his stomach. Ian gathers that Mickey think he is still asleep. Ian almost turns over to show Mickey he's up but thinks against it when he feel Mickey's hand move from his stomach to rub up his side.
Ian shuts his eyes when feels Mickey's nose press against the back of his neck, his eyelashes brushing against his nape. Ian hears a deep breath from Mickey and bites his lip to keep from getting emotional when he hears Mickey whisper:
"I love you so much."
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