Nervous, that was how Ian felt, though he didn't know why. Sure, he'd only been around Mickey for five minutes tops, but the things they had done together in the past meant Ian really had no reason to feel nervous about being in the same house as him and yet he was.
Ian hadn't fully forgiven Mickey, he still needed to hear him say it, but Ian understood how hard it must have been for Mickey to express his feelings the way he had done and if that kiss was anything to go by, Mickey definitely had feelings. Then again, Mickey had always been better at expressing himself physically than verbally.
After he had a quick shower, Ian put on his black skinny jeans and a blue t-shirt - one of his nice ones - then went downstairs and saw that the whole family were waiting for him in the living room all dressed nicely.
"Here," Debbie said, handing him a present wrapped up in butterfly wrapping paper.
It was this tank top that Mandy had said she really liked a couple of weeks back when they were out, so a few days ago he went back and bought it for her. Ian was awful at wrapping things and Debbie seemed to enjoy it so he said yes when she had offered to do it for him. "Thanks, Debs," he said, kissing her on the head.
Mandy, more like Kiera, had invited a lot of people. Most of them were from around the neigborhood and were a little older than Mandy but they weren't so bad and of course Mandy had invited people from school so in the end it had turned into a full on house party: speakers blaring inside the house and out back in the newly tidied up garden; ridiculous amounts of alcohol and weed courtesy of Kiera of course and generally just a good atmosphere.
Ian smiled wide when Mandy finally saw him and the rest of the Gallaghers - along with Jimmy, Vee and Kev. Her dress was black, short and incredibly tight but Ian thought she still looked gorgeous.
"Hey!" she was practically beaming when she hugged Ian and it made him smile into the crook of her neck as he hugged her back.
She hugged the rest of them because in the recent months, Mandy had grown quite close to the rest of the Gallagher family, especially since her brothers had left and then her dad had gotten arrested. The Gallaghers had become a bit of a support system for her and Ian didn't know if he had ever felt prouder of his family.
Ian handed her his gift then Debbie handed her the card that was from all the rest of them; they'd all chipped in and there was $150 inside of it. Mandy set them down in one corner where all the rest of her presents were and said she was going to open them in the morning.
Just as they were about to disperse and mingle and Kev, Lip and Jimmy were about to put the drinks they had in the kitchen, Kiera came bounding up to them, her pink bong in one hand and that dopey lopsided grin she got when she was high as a kite across her face. "Ah, the Gallaghers, welcome to our humble abode," she bowed and then slung an arm around Mandy's shoulders that were shaking from laughter.
"Holy shit," Ian heard Lip mutter behind him, probably down to the fact that Kiera wasn't wearing her usual attire and had on a strapless red bodycon dress, showing off curves Ian didn't even know she had with her hair all wavy. That, and Ian also knew that Lip had a huge soft spot for Kiera.
As soon as everyone had settled, most of them, including Ian, moving out to the garden, he began looking around for Mickey, trying his best to make it unobvious.
Louis slapped him on the back, startling him. "Hey Ian, Lip, how's it going?" he asked with a smile shaking Lip's hand.
"Ah, not too bad, man. Hey we still on for Halo Tuesday night?" Lip asked. For the past few weeks Lip had been hanging out at the Milkovich's quite a lot, mainly to get close to Kiera, but he'd actually struck up a friendship with Louis and then when Mickey got out the three of them began having regular game nights.
"No can do, bro, I'm taking Mands out for dinner, but I bet Mickey will still be up for it," Louis explained.
As the two of them began to talk, Ian started scanning the area again, sipping on his beer every now and then. He couldn't see him anywhere and when he was in the house before he did a quick check, not counting Mickey's bedroom, and hadn't seen him so that's where he thought he probably was.
They had been there for half an hour and still he hadn't seen any sign of Mickey.
"Hey!" Ian said, slapping Carl around the head, taking the cigarette off of him - no doubt it was Little Hank who had given it to him.
"Ah, come on," Carl moaned, reaching out to grab it.
Ian laughed and took a long drag, purposely looking like it was the best thing he had ever done just to wind Carl up even more.
"Asshole," Carl muttered at him walking away.
Ian laughed again, this time to himself and took another drag from the cigarette then a swig of his beer, gulping it down hard when he turned to face the little, shitty porch that lead down to the garden. Standing there with Kiera, beer in hand, was Mickey. God, he looked hot and not just in the way he always did, but seriously really fucking hot like how he did when he sort of made an effort. His black t-shirt clung to his muscular arms and his jeans looked new and they weren't crazy tight, but tight enough that Mickey's ass was practically asking to be looked at and Ian did. He stared down his legs then back up again to his ass. Ian took a swig of his beer in an attempt to cool himself down because the urge to run up to Mickey and just fuck him was getting slightly ridiculous.
The cigarette inbetween his fingers was taken and Ian looked beside him at Lip who was smirking away.
"Oh, you're actually capable of looking at something other than Mickey's ass?" he asked sarcastically into Ian's ear so he could be heard over the music, laughing a little.
Ian rolled his eyes and took another swig of his beer. "Shut up, I wasn't staring at his ass," he said back, lying.
Lip raised his eyebrows in mock shock. "No? Jesus, Ian, you're about as subtle as you are straight."
Ian laughed at that because it was pretty accurate. He let his eyes drift back to Mickey.
"Hey, what do you think of Kiera?" Lip asked him, putting an arm around his shoulder for easier access to his ear.
"Uh, she's kinda weird but cool and-"
"No, dude, I know that. I mean do you think she's, y'know, hot?"
Ian frowned and looked at his brother for a moment. "You have an IQ of like a thousand and you're asking your gay brother if he thinks some girl is hot?"
"What I should go ask Mickey? Come on, you're gay not blind."
"Not that it matters what I think, but yeah I guess she is hot in a Kiera way, not like Megan Fox hot," he said before seeing Mickey head back into the house.
Lip gave him a shove and Ian didn't really need any more persuading. He made his way through the mass of dancing bodies, up the porch and into the house that seemed to be only slightly less crowded. He saw Mickey in the kitchen rummaging through the fridge, bending down slightly, and Ian, for the life of him, could not take his eyes off of Mickey's ass. It was simply an impossibility.
As soon as the other two people had left the kitchen Ian walked up to Mickey and stood beside him. "Hey," he said, trying his best to sound casual and probably failing miserably.
Mickey stood upright then turned around and gave Ian a quick once over. "Hey," he said with a smirk.
Ian put his beer on the counter then buried his hands in his pockets because he thought if he didn't he'd be trying to pull off Mickey's shirt.
"New jeans?" Ian asked, though he didn't know why because they obviously were.
Mickey frowned a little. "Uh, yeah, fuckin', Kiera got 'em for me along with about three more pairs, the damn basket case" Mickey looked down at his jeans as he spoke then up at Ian who was having an incredibly hard time tearing his eyes away from Mickey's thighs.
Mickey scoffed a little. "Why? You like 'em?"
Ian looked up at him and was met by Mickey's dirty smirk that turned Ian on too much for his liking. He smirked a little and licked his lips. "Yeah," he said, his voice a little lower than usual from how damn aroused he was.
The sexual tension was attacking all of Ian's senses: he could smell it, taste it, even hear it. They stood there eyes on each other's then on their lips then their crotches; they stood there staring at every inch of each other.
Ian quickly remembered that he actually wanted to talk to Mickey, not just stare. "Um, yesterday, what did you mean?" Ian asked, looking deep into his eyes.
Mickey shifted where he stood. "Come on, Gallagher, you know what I meant," his voice was low, but soft at the same time and he was giving Ian his puppy dog eyes that made him melt.
Ian looked around, reminding himself they were alone, and took a step closer to Mickey, daring to put a hand on the guy's hip. "I need to hear it and you need to say it," he said, hoping he didn't sound like he was pleading too much.
Mickey exhaled loudly and rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb and Ian smiled at the familiarity of the movement. "I meant that it was a lie, alright?" he said quickly like if he didn't he wouldn't say it at all.
Ian could feel his mouth turning at the edges, forming a smile that was probably worthy of a punch from Mickey but he couldn't care. Mickey had finally said what he had been waiting months to hear.
Mickey rolled his eyes at him and grabbed his arm with his free hand, pulling him back outside.
For the next two hours as the party went on, still going strong, Ian spent his time with Mickey and Kiera, not letting himself get drunk, which he thought'd be a good idea incase he and Mickey were able to get ten minutes alone, all of which he'd want to remember - Mickey seemed to be having the same idea which pleased Ian because unbeknown to Mickey, he got pretty vocal in bed when he was just tipsy. The only problem with that was how Ian had forgotten that getting tipsy whilst horny only made him ten times hornier which was killing him because his arm kept brushing against Mickey's and even that was turning him on.
Kiera left to go get Mandy's cake leaving the two of them.
Mickey looked across at him. "You drunk?" he asked, sticking his tongue into the corner of his mouth.
"No," Ian answered.
"Good."
"You?"
"No."
"Good."
And that was how they both knew the other was up for it - like the not so subtle glances at each other throughout the night and the fact that they were both always up for it hadn't done that already.
They had to move out of Kiera's way when she came back with the cake and as they did, Mickey lightly brushed his hand against Ian's crotch, and he almost moaned out before he managed to stop himself. That was it, he literally could not stand to be around Mickey if he wasn't having sex with him. Simple.
"Hey, can we go?" Ian asked his mouth right against Mickey's ear.
Mickey turned around and gave Ian a questioning look before he understood what that meant. He nodded, smirking and followed Ian as he rushed through the house and out the front door and began walking down the road barely giving Mickey a chance to catch up.
"Jesus Christ, wait a fucking second!" Mickey shouted jogging slightly to catch up.
They didn't even speak as they almost ran the short distance between their two houses, knowing that they didn't want to hear anything if it wasn't the other one moaning.
When they got to the front door Ian fumbled about with the key, barely able to see thanks to the lack of working street lights and unable to concentrate as Mickey snaked his hand round to grope his dick through his jeans.
Ian moaned out. "Mick, you're making it..." he moaned again, "really hard to concentrate right now."
Mickey laughed into Ian's ear and let go and just like that Ian burst open the door, Mickey close behind.
As soon as the door was shut Ian slammed Mickey against it and crushed his lips to his, knocking the air out of him slightly. They tugged at each other's clothes and sucked each other's tongues into their mouths moaning deep in their chests. Mickey pulled back and dragged Ian up the stairs by the wrist, almost tripping over his own feet they moved so fast.
Once inside his room Ian was pinned against the door by Mickey, one of his legs hitching around his thigh and his hands on his ass, squeezing and grabbing at it.
They somehow managed to get each other's shirts off but Ian didn't remember ever breaking the kiss but assumed they must have done because he was crouching forwards, biting at the skin above Mickey's ribs and then sucking one of his nipples.
"Shit," Mickey gasped out, grabbing at Ian's hair.
Ian smiled against his chest and bit down on the nipple in his mouth causing Mickey to gasp again then yank his head back up so they could kiss. Ian's hands were on his hips, pushing him backwards as they attacked each other's mouths, biting lips and tongues ramming down each other's throats.
Mickey began to undo Ian's jeans and so he did the same, pulling them down slightly along with his underwear so he could touch Mickey's bare ass and he had missed just the feel of it under his hands let alone the feel of it around his dick.
Falling back onto the bed, Ian was pulled down on top of Mickey and they began grinding against each other. The feel of Mickey hard as a rock turned Ian on even more, something he didn't think was possible at that moment. He pulled away from Mickey and practically teared away the rest of the guy's clothing, right down to his socks, and Ian stood up doing the same to himself, his eyes never leaving Mickey's dick. Once fully naked he pounced back onto him, ripping open the condom he had just taken from Mickey's jeans pocket and rolling it on then he grabbed the lube from under his bed lathered his dick in it then returned his attention to Mickey who looked so ready for it Ian felt he had to oblige, even though he wanted it just as much.
With Mickey's legs hitched around the bottom of his back and his arms hooked under Ian's own, hands grabbing onto his shoulder blades, Ian eased himself in and had to stop almost as soon as he had started. "Fuck," he gasped out into Mickey's neck. How did he forget that Mickey was that tight? That he felt so good.
He could feel Mickey moving underneath him. "Come on," he growled, then bit and sucked on Ian's neck.
So he did, he slid in and out of Mickey excruciatingly slow because he knew he'd lose it if he went fast straight away, knew he'd be screaming Mickey's name far too soon.
"Fuck... oh, yeah..." Ian moaned into Mickey's ear as he gradually began to quicken his pace, feeling Mickey move along with him, feeling his hot breath on his skin and his mouth on his neck, muffling his moans. "I wanna hear you, I need to hear you," Ian panted out becaus he did and he didn't know why, he just did and he knew that Mickey would allow him to given his low level of intoxication.
Mickey pulled away from his neck a little at the exact time Ian jerked his hips in a way he knew hit Mickey's g-spot.
Mickey moaned out louder than Ian had ever heard him do so in the past and in turn that made Ian moan right back into Mickey's ear because that was quite possibly the best thing he had ever heard in his entire life.
"Shit, Gallagher!" Mickey yelled out, when Ian jerked his hips in the same way again.
Ian smiled and got up on his forearms because he knew Mickey was too far gone to complain about him looing at his sex face, which was so ridiculously hot, Ian couldn't even comprehend. "Oh fu-... there?" Ian groaned out, slamming hard into him as he jerked his hips, fisting his pillow, hands either side of Mickey's head.
Mickey's back arched and his mouth opened wide. "There... shit, there!"
The feel of nails digging into his back was what was making Ian slam even harder into Mickey, their yells of ecstasy filling the empty house. Ian couldn't remember the last time he felt like this, he wondered if he ever had done. Their bodies moved in unison like they were one, and he knew if Mickey could hear his thoughts he'd punch him, but he couldn't help it. Mickey just felt so incredible and looked so amazing beneath him moaning low in chest his eyes shut and mouth open that that was all he could care about.
Ian was so close that after another hard thrust he came, falling slightly onto the guy beneath him. "Fuck, Mickey," he moaned quietly into his neck still pounding into him harder than he ever had done before and three more thrusts later, Mickey was coming, white spurting up between them and his nails scratching down Ian's back.
"Jesus, fuck," Mickey sighed panting hard, wiping his chest on Ian's sheet. Classy fucker.
Ian pulled out and flopped down on his back beside Mickey, placing one leg over his, then flung the condom on the floor. They were both breathing fast and heavy and Ian could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. He felt so content, so right, that the thought of having to move made him want to scream, but when he looked over at Mickey, his eyelids heavy like how they got when he was high, he couldn't think about anything but him; how his collarbones protruded; how his abs were outlined slightly; every little detail was ingrained in Ian's mind.
They stayed there in silence for ten minutes before Ian felt the bed dip and Mickey get up to straddle him.
Mickey kissed Ian quickly then went for his neck. Ian was going to have about three more hickeys to add to the one he already had and it should have probably bothered him but it felt too good and he knew he'd most likely wear them with pride.
Mickey began griding his ass against Ian's dick and he could feel himself getting hard again. Mickey smirked down at him. "Wanna go again?" he growled out, already reaching into Ian's jeans pocket, getting out the condom.
Ian nodded wordlessly because he couldn't even talk; he was trying to brace himself for what was to come. Ian loved fucking like this with his back propped up so he was almost upright, his legs bent and parted supporting Mickey whislt he rode him. The only thing was Mickey rarely would, it was too intimate for him, Ian thought. Tonight was obviously different.
Mickey put the condom on Ian and even that made him twitch, then he pushed all the way down so Ian was balls deep inside his ass.
Ian had Mickey's hands on his chest, nails digging into him, as he finally started moving fast up and down on Ian's dick, not even pacing it because Ian knew that Mickey knew this was his favourite position, that something about the way Mickey was positioned on top of him made his ass feel even tighter around him somehow.
Ian dug his fingers into Mickey's hips as waves of pleasure rolled over him. "Fuck, I missed you," Ian groaned rolling his hips, making Mickey's breath catch in his throat.
"Yeah? How much?" Mickey said with that dirty smirk.
Fucking a tipsy Mickey was the best thing Ian thought he could do with his time because he let his guard down and actually spoke, moaned out words instead of just sounds, Ian honestly loved it just as much as the actual sex.
Ian looked him dead in the eye then jerked his hips up the same time as he grabbed hold of Mickey's even tighter and slammed him down.
"Shit!" Mickey growled out, biting his bottom lip. Then his eyes grew wide. "Oh shit!"
"I know," Ian moaned back, but before he knew it, Mickey was jumping off of him and pulling on his boxers then he threw Ian's at his face.
"Not as in 'oh shit this is amazing'," he said scrambling into his jeans, "oh shit as in someone just came through your fucking front door!"
Ian's eyes grew wide and he copied Mickey, pulling up his boxers then his jeans, not bothering with the zip then frantically looking for his t-shirt in the dark as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Finally Mickey threw it at him and they sat on the bed, Mickey's feet covering the condoms and Ian still wrestling with his shirt and trying to light a cigarette at the same time but failing.
Lip walked in and burst out laughing at the sight of them, pulling his own shirt off that had something down the front of it. "Are the two of you seriously trying to pretend you weren't going at it just ten seconds ago? The room stinks of sex!" he said, but he was laughing and Ian could tell he was pretty wasted by the way he almost fell into their wardrobe as he grabbed another shirt to change into. He began to move out of the door then stopped. "Next time maybe try putting your shirts on the right way round," he said without a single slur, because alcohol never affected his speech, then walked away.
Ian looked down at his shirt that was on back to front and Mickey did the same. Ian laughed a little and Mickey punched him hard on the arm then Ian took off his jeans and t-shirt again.
"Carl's staying round Little Hank's, you could stay here if you want," Ian said smiling a little.
Mickey looked down at his feet and for a moment Ian thought he was going to say no, but instead he stood up, took off his jeans and t-shirt as Ian had done and crawled to the side of the bed near the wall and got under the covers.
Smiling like an idiot, Ian followed, sliding in beside him.
"I still don't do fucking cuddling," Mickey said quickly, right before Ian was about to put an arm around his waist.
He would just wait until Mickey was asleep, it wouldn't have been the first time.