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There were a lot of things running through Ian's mind when he woke up. The main topic being the night before and if it had meant the same to Mickey as it had to him; if it actually meant anything to him at all. And not like he wasn't already, but Ian knew now that he was so completely Mickey's and he really didn't care anymore if that was too gay or faggy and that Mickey would most likely kick the shit out of him if he told him that. Not that he would - there wasn't a long list of things that Mickey would gladly talk about and feelings certiainly wasn't on that list. More than likely, he thought Mickey would probably try and forget that last night happened and, again, would kick the shit out of him if he brought up the fact that Mickey was cuddling up to him, not the other way round, with his face smushed again his chest. He smiled down at him for the hundredth time then looked away and nearly jumped out of the bed when he saw Kiera asleep on Mickey's couch, curled up with a blanket over her. Shaking the arm that was over his waist, Ian spoke. "Mickey," he said softly, because he knew he was only half asleep and wouldn't kill him for waking him up.

Mickey stirred ever so slightly. "Hm?"

"Why's Kiera sleeping on your couch?"

Mickey lifted his head, nearly hitting Ian in the face, and looked over at her briefly before letting it fall back down on Ian's chest. "Oh, she does that sometimes," he mumbled.

Ian laughed a little. "Why?"

"Fuck if I know." Mickey scrunched up his face and looked at him. "The fuck you doin' awake?"

Ian rolled his eyes at his something who's laziness never ceased to amaze him. "It's nearly twelve."

"Exactly."

Smiling up at him, he lightly prodded Mickey in the ribs and reluctantly Mickey shifted a bit so that he could wriggle under him. For about ten minutes, Ian knew he'd be able to enjoy Mickey in his cute, sleepy state that he'd only witnessed a few times before. Nevertheless, that was more than enough for him to decide that it was possibly his favourite side to Mickey.

His bottom lip was licked then lightly sucked into Mickey's mouth and he trailed a hand up and down the guy's back as the other held his cheek once they began to kiss. Ian could feel himself relaxing into the bed and Mickey's tongue slowly made it's way into his mouth and met his own. He opened his eyes for a second like he always did when they kissed like this, to sort of remind himself that this was acually happening, that Mickey really was being so careful and sweet.

Mickey pulled away and Ian couldn't stop the smirk that spread across his face because for someone who was such a badass and had perfected the 'don't dare fuck with me' look, Mickey looked so adorable when he first woke up with his eyes still half shut and his dark hair, that Ian was now running a hand through, all messed up. Mickey smiled down at him, and he thought he was going to melt or something so he reached and kissed Mickey again before his jaw was being kissed and then his neck. "So, what are your plans for the day?" Ian asked whilst he made patterns with his fingers down Mickey's spine and his neck was being explored.

"Hm, get Kiera to make us some food," he mumbled against him, his hot breath making Ian shiver, the use of the word 'us' making him stupidly happy.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, then maybe go a couple rounds." The way Mickey's voice was thick and croaky with sleep did some serious things to Ian and he sighed out a moan when Mickey licked then bit his earlobe before facing him again.

Ian kissed him quickly then smirked. "Then what?" he asked, finding the conversation pretty amusing.

"All I got planned so far," Mickey said with a yawn, his blue eyes closing for a moment.

Shaking his head, Ian held Mickey's cheeks. "You're seriously falling asleep right now?"

Mickey dropped his head back down onto his chest. "You wear me out, Firecrotch."

Five minutes later and Mickey seemed to be back to his usual self: play fighting with Ian then stripping the blanket away from Kiera to get her up. Ian rolled his eyes when Mickey demanded she made them food but, just like he did, Kiera knew Mickey's little smile was his way of saying please and so she got up, half naked, and went to the kitchen. It almost surpirised Ian how Kiera and Mickey hardly wore actual clothing. He was no prude and certainly didn't mind seeing Mickey in nothing but his boxers or sweatpants, but hanging around Kiera when she was only in her underwear took some getting used to.

Ian and Mickey spent almost the whole day in his bedroom yet they weren't fucking, they weren't groping or grinding against each other. No, Mickey was on his back his eyes closed but still awake and Ian was lying on top of him, enjoying the way Mickey squirmed and complained every time he kissed him softly, though he didn't do anything to stop him and Ian liked to think it was because Mickey didn't want him to stop. He was pushed off the bed when he eskimo kissed him and Ian sat there on the floor laughing, waiting.

Mickey opened his eyes and looked down at him, frowning. "Get the fuck back on me," he said casually, but Ian heard his voice crack and smiled up at him.

He crossed his legs and leaned back against Mickey's bedside drawer. "I'm good down here," he teased, knowing that Mickey hated it when people didn't do what he asked, well told them to do.

Mickey leant down and grabbed one of his arms, pulling him up and Ian laughed as he fell back onto Mickey and his neck was bitten and he could tell that Mickey was a just a heap of horniness because his eyelids were heavy and he was kissing more with his teeth than his lips.

Within seconds they were out of their boxers and Ian was pushing into Mickey, kissing at his neck and getting lost in how good he felt. But before they could really get into it, Mickey's phone began to vibrate on the floor and Ian figured he'd just ignore it because he thought Mickey would too, so when Mickey began to push him away and reached for his phone he couldn't really hide his annoyance. "You're really gonna answer your phone?" he asked, pulling out of him and and kneeling between Mickey's legs as he sat up against the pillows.

"It's Louis calling me about work, douchebag," he said in a deadpan tone. Mickey picked up his phone - Ian had already given him shit for stealing yet another iPhone only a few weeks after getting out of damn juvie but he knew his words were wasted on him - and answered. "Hey man."

As they began to converse, Ian grew bored and he was still horny so he bent down and sucked on Mickey for a moment, smirking at the way Mickey choaked out a moan.

Mickey's jaw clenched. "Yeah, I'm with some girl," he lied with a fake laugh then mouthed 'you're fucking dead' at him as he silently laughed to himself then grunted when Mickey kicked him hard in the stomach. Standing up and pulling on his boxers, Ian raised his eyebrows at Mickey and sure enough, he copied Ian's actions, balancing his phone between his shoulder and ear, ending the conversation quickly with a "yeah, see ya", as he stalked Ian who was slowly backing out of the room and as soon as Mickey threw his phone down he charged toward him, slamming him into the wall and then tackling him onto couch. They wrestled about for a minute, Ian purposely annoying Mickey by leaning up to kiss him every time he pinned him down.

Reluctantly, they stopped fooling around when Lip walked in through the door that Ian wished Kiera had locked on her way out.

"Jesus, I haven't interrupted a round of sex, have I?" Lip asked, turning away like he actually thought he had.

Ian pushed Mickey off of him, hard, for having twisted his nipple moments before. Mickey smirked down at him then got them both a pair of his sweatpants to put on. Ian had to fight the urge to smell them because they smelt just like Mickey; they smelt of comfort.

Gradually, Ian's concentration drifted from whatever game it was that Lip and Mickey were playing. The two of them and Louis always got far too invested in video games to the point that Ian thought it bordered on nerdy, but he never said anything. He'd simply sit there watching or pick up a controller and join in. He was doing neither then because apparently Lip and Mickey were on a quest or a mission or something like that and they needed to complete it. Ian looked across at the two of them: his brother and his - ah what the hell, Mickey couldn't hear him thinking - boyfriend. His brother and his boyfriend. Ian bit his lip to stop the laughter that threatened to escape his mouth when he began thinking how he'd have reacted a couple years back if someone had told him that Mickey Milkovich would wind up being his, somewhat reluctant, boyfriend and that he and his brother would strike up a friendship centered around video games and a girl Mickey met in juvie. When he thought about it, Kiera probably played a really big part in getting them officialy together. He didn't know fully what she and Mickey spoke about in their anger management class, but she must have talked some sense into Mickey and she had defnitely talked some sense into him. And though Lip was by far the smartest person Ian knew, he sometimes found himself wondering if maybe Kiera was actually smarter than him. Not like book smart, not that he even knew what kind of grades she got when she actually used to go to school, but she seemed to understand anything you told her, even if she couldn't possibly relate to it. Ian thought she was like a wise old man who had lived a long and eventful life that had taught him everything he knew, except she wasn't a wise old man, she was a seventeen year old girl.

As though she knew she was being thought about, Kiera came rushing through the door, her hair up in messy bun and her cheeks pink. She was breathing hard and looked like she had just been running for her life.

Lip took a double take then paused the game, Mickey grunted out a protest but then sat back, his arm brushing against Ian's. "You okay?" Lip asked her and Ian smiled at the blatant concern that he heard in his brother's voice.

She breathed out a laugh and took off her brogues. "Oh. I'm okay. Had to run from some cops who saw me buying weed," she breathed hard, hand on her hip, "but the Chicago police force are made up some amateur sprinters, that's for sure."

All three guys looked at her, half astounded and half nonchalant because Kiera's drug deals were forever being spotted and she never seemed remotely fazed by it. Ian began to think that she probably quite liked it.

Kiera sat on the floor in the middle of Lip's legs and rested her head on his knee. It didn't make sense to Ian that the two of them weren't a couple because they were so into each other and both were single and how could it not be as simple as that? He wanted Lip to have a decent girlfriend, or at least one that didn't completely screw him over and Kiera was so cool and kind of perfect for him.

Three hours. They had been playing that same game for three hours straight and it was now early morning. Ian was bored out of his mind and kind of pissed off that Mickey wasn't interested in him and all of his attention was on the tv screen as he shot and blew fake people up.. He huffed, crosing then uncrossing his arms. "I'm going to bed," he said into Mickey's ear over the loud sounds of guns and bombs and whatever else.

Handing the controller to Kiera, Mickey looked at him, his brows furrowed. "What?"

"I'm going to bed."

"Why?" Mickey turned his body to face him and Ian did the same so that there knees touched.

He shrugged. "I'm really fucking bored," he said with a laugh so that his words didn't sound so harsh.

Mickey's face fell slightly. "Oh." He pulled that face that Ian knew meant he was thinking hard. "Want me to come with you?" he asked and Ian wanted to tell him how cute he looked but bit his tongue and shook his head and was about to leave. "Well come 'ere," he heard Mickey say as he grabbed his arm.

He looked at Lip and Kiera who either couldn't hear them over the game or were ingoring them, then back at Mickey. Smiling, he leaned across and kissed Mickey hard, not expecting to be held onto and kissed back even harder. Mickey pulled away and took the controller away from Kiera whilst Ian stared, taken aback.

"Well fuck off then," Mickey muttered, glancing at him for a second.

And Ian left and when he got there, collapsed onto Mickey's bed because he was even more tired than he was bored.

It didn't immediately register with Ian that Mickey was now beside him because he didn't think he'd been in bed for all that long, maybe ten mintes at the most, but as soon as he realised he snuggled up to him and fell asleep, drifting into a state of oblivion.

"What the hell!"