Note To Readers-I'm going to be attempting to write this as an Ian chapter. And sex all in one chapter. Wish me luck. -Alayna

Ian didn't feel right, Mickey kept saying that it was 'their' apartment, but Ian hadn't been there when it was rented, he hadn't been there to help pay the rent, he hadn't slept in the bedroom or cooked in the kitchen or sat in the living room watching tv, fuck he hadn't even pissed in the bathroom; it wasn'this, it was Mickey's.

Part of Ian was telling him to run to his old home, the one that Fi, Jimmy, Debs, Carl and Liam still lived in, and hide in his old bedroom; the other part of him was telling him to stay with Mickey, that being with Mickey was where he was supposed to be, where he belonged.

Ian found it odd that Mickey hadn't imediately tried to fuck; Mickey used to jump him any chance he got, but now that Ian was back, and they were alone in theirapartment, Mickey did nothing.

Ian wanted to fuck Mickey, he wanted to fell Mickey's flesh beneath his hands, he wanted to feel the warmth of Mickey; but Mick didn't even hint that he wanted to fuck.

Ian wanted to scream out in frustration, he wanted to grab Mickey and pull his clothes off and fuck right there in the living room; but he didn't, because what if Mickey didn't want to fuck him? What if Mickey was really fucking someone else? Mickey said he wasn't, said he didn't want to, but Mickey was a good liar.

They were supposed to go to his old home for dinner with the rest of the Gallagher's, and Mandy and Caci at six thirty; Ian didn't want to wait that long, he needed something to distract himself.

He took one of Mickey's cigarettes and lit it, while Mickey was playing xbox, it seemed to be a bit of a challenge with that fucking big bulky cast on his arm.

Ian blew smoke into Mickey's face, just to see if it would get his attention; it didn't.

"Can I ask you something?" Mickey didn't even look away from the screen, just continued killing shit.

"As long as it isn't stupid." Ian took a deep breath.

"Why aren't you trying to fuck me?" That got Mickey's attention, he paused the game and set the controller down. He turned toward Ian.

"What?" His voice was dangerously low, from what Ian could tell, Mickey was mad.

"I've been back for hours now and you haven't tried to touch me at all." Mickey snorted and took the cigarette from Ian.

"Hey don't take my fucking cigarette."

"They are my fucking cigarettes Firecrotch, I'll take it if I want." He paused to take a drag.

"If you're really that impatient, we could fuck now." Mickey smirked and blew smoke out of his nose.

Ian couldn't tell if Mickey was serious or not.

"Are you just being a dick or what?" Mickey laughed.

"Fuck Gallagher. Do you wanna keep talking or you wanna get one me? We gotta go to dinner soon, so make up you're mind, fuck now or wait." Mickey put the cigarette out in the ashtray and stared at Ian.

Ian didn't know what to do; his instincts told him to just pull his clothes off and fuck Mickey, but his head said wait.

He pulled his shirt over his head and looked at Mickey, waiting for him to do the same; Mickey slowly pulled his shirt off, it got stuck on his fucking cast and Ian heard it rip a little, Mickey didn't seem bothered by it, he just tossed it across the room.

Ian stared at Mickey's chest, it had been a long time since he had seen it. He reached out and placed his hand flat against Mickey's skin.

Mickey ran his tongue along his bottom lip and cocked an eyebrow at Ian; as if daring him to do more.

Ian dragged his nails down Mickey's chest, leaving red nail marks; Mickey's face twisted slightly and he bit his lip as if trying to hold in a moan.

Ian stood and removed his pants, Mickey did the same.

Soon they were both standing naked in front of the couch.

Mickey moved first, he reached over and twisted Ian's nipple; the red-head couldn't hold the moan in.

Ian pushed Mickey back down onto the couch and kissed him. Their teeth clanked uncomfortably. Mickey's tongue fought with Ian's; in the end Ian let Mickey win.

Ian gripped Mickey's hips, leaving bruises; Mickey wrapped his legs around Ian waist.

Ian eye's scanned the room for any substance they could use as lube. Mickey groaned in anticipation.

"C'mon, just fucking do it." Ian hesitated; Mickey spit in his hand and rubbed it on Ian's cock.

Ian quickly began pushing into Mickey, aparentlly to slow becuase Mickey pushed back and caused Ian to completely sheathed within seconds.

Ian thrust slowly, wanting to savor it; Mickey wasn't having that.

"Fucking go faster Gallagher."

Ian quickly complied earning himself a loud moan from Mickey.

Soon Mickey's muscles contracted and his cum coated his and Ian's chests.

Ian couldn't handle it, he spilled his seed deep inside Mickey.

He colapsed onto of Mickey, both were covered in sweat.

"Fuck, now we gotta shower." Mickey laughed.

"You can shower if ya want, I'm not." Ian shook his head.

"But I thought maybe I could blow ya while we were in there." Mickey changed his mind pretty quick, Ian could feel Mickey getting hard again.

Mickey pushed Ian off of him and slowly walked to the bathroom, Ian sat there dazed, realizing what had happened and what was going to happen.

Mickey looked back at him.

"Are you comin' or what?" Ian grinned and followed Mickey into the shower.

Second Note To Readers- Alright I've gotta end there, let me know what you thought. I tried my best. -Alayna