2. Sacrifice
"So, how have my best friend been?" Mandy asked, looking relaxed and sounding casual, maybe a bit too casual for Mickey as he seemed really annoyed. He didn't retort or anything, but Ian could tell by the palpable exasperation that was radiating out from him. The cramped couch in their crummy apartment wasn't big enough for his brother to sit comfortably far from them. Lip refused to be near either of them within a one-foot radius, frightened of what he might come into contact with if part of him accidentally touched them. They still hadn't been sanitized yet.
"Great. New York's good, a bit too crowded, but good. West Point's good. The training is tough and demanding but it is worth it. They taught me how to fight effectively, let me use all kind of weapons, and I made a lot of friends in there. The bad thing is that I have to lodge there. Frankly, that three-month-long boot camp really made me think I was gonna die of sex deprivation. But the good news is, starting now, I get to come home every weekend, and I'll make damn sure it counts. It'll be like a weekly fucking hornymoon for us." The last sentence earned a snicker from Mickey.
"I'm right here!" Lip remonstrated, which fell to deaf ears.
"Oh, that reminds me. Do you want condoms? 'Cause we've got, like, tons of them, and they all just got released from active duty today. I would hate to see them go to waste." Ian said, widening his patented grin, if that was possible.
Lip massaged his temple, a massive headache was just around the corner. The action made Mickey smack him for taking his eyes off the game in the course of a matter-of-life-and-death situation.
There was a vociferously loud AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGH during which Lip jerked away from Mickey and his head ran into the wall with an audible bang. Ian quickly spun around and climbed over Mickey's lap to see if his brother was okay.
"Don't touch me! I know where your hands have been." Lip shouted in addition to rolling off the couch and stumbling to the corner of the room beside the flat screen.
"Don't you think you are a bit overreacting? You've touched much grosser things in your life."
"Yeah, but you are my brother, and he's my friend. The idea of you two fucking each other's brain out gives me intense distaste and aversion."
"That's nonsense. You used to be with the very person that sucks every penis in the south side, including mine and Mickey's, and yet you kissed her without a second thought." Ian was glad Lip referred to Mickey as his friend. Mickey, on the other hand, was glaring a hole in Lip's skull. He could feel it.
"Ian, please don't bring that up, ever again. I don't care if you're my best friend and future brother-in-law, I will slap the shit out of you for ruining my libido." Lip's face fell, knowing he wouldn't be getting any for a while. "And go take a shower, both of you!"
Mickey turned to give his sister a frown. He knew she still wasn't sure if she was going to marry Lip, and that could only mean. . . Fuck. He started to remember that his sister and his fuckbuddy talked about fucking everything, and that probably meant they talked about marriage, too. Again, fuck! His blood ran cold as he was starting to realize that there was a chance of Gallagher proposing to him someday.
While Mickey was staring blankly at Mandy with a look that could easily wither cacti, Ian took the opportunity to mold himself around him, comically using Mickey as a shield to protect himself from Mandy's wrath, still sitting on his lap. Mickey then snapped out of his thought and the Milkovichs exchanged the aren't-the-Gallaghers-just-insane-or-what look before Mickey not so gently made an effort to detached himself from the clinging limpet that was Ian, but ended up dragging him along as he walked to the bathroom. A hedonistic and very passionate Ian was very hard to disengage these days.
"You know you just gave them an excuse for another round right?" Lip uttered quietly, looking at his girlfriend with sad eyes. "And you also ruin my chance of depurating myself."
Mandy couldn't help but roll her eyes at her deflated boyfriend.
They went out after a dreadfully long shower. Mandy insisted she and Lip took them out for dinner, saying she saw a lovely place on the way to their apartment. Ian couldn't stop smiling. If someone ever told him back when he first fucked Mickey the two of them would be living happily together like this, he would have sent that someone to a looney bin.
Mickey seemed happy too, well, happier than usual, but an exhilarated Mickey never lasted long, except when there were just him and Ian of course. When the four of them arrived at the said place, Mickey abruptly stopped at the entrance and stared at the name of the restaurant, which caused Ian to bump into him.
"Why stop?" Ian asked, but got no reply whatsoever. Cocking his head to the side, he studied Mickey with sturdy green eyes. Ian had seen that unreadable expression on Mickey's face before. He was racking his brain trying to figure out something.
The name somehow sounded familiar, Mickey didn't know why. How could a name of a restaurant irritate him this much? He gave it some thought, but with Mandy pulling and Ian pushing him, he had no choice but to get in.
They sat at a table near a fireplace, ready to order, when an all too familiar vexatious voice called his name from behind. "Mickey! Can't believe you came. Ian, nice to see you. Do you know how many times I've asked him to try the food here?" Even though New York had a plethora of restaurants and every single one of them seemed more viable as well as more edible than this one, his sister, for a reason that was not known or specified, managed to pick out the one that had his pesky hell of a neighbor as a waitress. Of course it was Penny. That was why the name itched like crazy.
"Hey, Penny, nice to see you too. Didn't know you work here?" Ian chirped, a smile on his face. "Guys, this is Penny, our across-the-hall neighbor." He said that just in time before Mandy could ask her famous who-the-fuck-is-she question. "Penny, this is Mickey's sister, Mandy, and my brother, Lip."
"Oh, hi. I'm Penny. So, do you guys live here in New York or just come for a visit from Chicago?" She asked enthusiastically.
"How do you know we are from Chicago?" Mickey narrowed his eyes.
"Ian told me of course. Unlike you, he is nice." She was very skilled when it came to sarcasm.
"Don't you have a fucking job to do?"
"Um, yeah, I'm waiting your table right now."
"Yes, and you are doing a very nice job. Now, what do you recommend?"
"Thank you, Ian." She turned to beam her immaculate smile at her nice neighbor.
"She seems like a nice girl." was a comment from Lip after Penny took their orders and went back into the kitchen.
"Close your mouth. You are drooling." Ian rolled his eyes. "It is never wise to lay eyes on another girl when your current girlfriend is trying to incinerate you with her gaze."
Lip's eyes snapped back to an enraged Mandy before he swiftly looked away, afraid he might have a case of spontaneous human combustion should he continued locking gaze with her. "So. . . Mickey, what've you been up to?"
"Nice save, genius." Mandy rolled her eyes. "And by the way, he, and by he I meant my hell of a brother, has a better shot at banging her than you do."
"Not much," replied Mickey.
"Come on. What do you do all day?" demanded Lip.
"Sleeping," deadpanned Mickey.
"Mickey's a bouncer at a nightclub." Ian decided to cut in. "A rather famous one actually, and everyone, especially the owner, loves him to death as he makes the number of fights approach zero, saving them a lot of fortune. That's why our place has a flat screen." Mickey was gripping at his thighs hard as the proud look on Ian's face were really begging to be punched, or kissed, he didn't know anymore.
"Never thought your temper can be put in good use, assface." Mandy snidely remarked.
"If you make good money, why don't you find a better place to live?" The oldest guy inquired.
"With Gallagher making, like, six hundred bucks a month and the cheap ass paying me stupid electronic craps, I don't think so. Besides, I like our shabby apartment."
Ian blinked, once, twice, thrice. Mickey was still there. He tried pinching himself, and surprisingly, it hurt. He wasn't dreaming. Mickey really said he liked their little home. Mickey glanced at him, maybe regretting the words in the process. "He lives in it only two days a week, and it would be cruel if we were to get a bigger place considering he would be the one who had to fucking clean it." Ian smiled at that lame excuse.
"Awww, that's so sweet, Mick." Only Ian fucking Gallagher could interpret that as a considerate thought. He also had the nerve to owlishly blink at him. If they weren't in such a public place with many witnesses, that would be a good time to shove his tongue into that smiley mouth and really fuck the optimism out of him afterwards.
Mickey intended never in his life to admit to it, but he liked their wee apartment because it gave him a good alleged reason for cramming up with Gallagher. And judging from the look on Gallagher's face, he liked it too. If Mickey didn't know any better, he would have thought that Ian was going to rip his clothes off and fuck him right there in front of a whole lot of people. He could see it in his eyes.
Their foods arrived with some agreeable remarks from their lovely waitress/neighbor who would have given Ian a weird look when she saw that his eyes were locked to Mickey's face the whole time if she wasn't distracted by a salivating Lip staring at her. Mickey could try all he wanted to repeatedly kick him under the table to make him stop grinning at him like an idiot, but this might be the closest thing to a dinner date as he would get and he was determined to savor every moment of it.
"Gotta piss." was all Mickey had to say after finishing his main course and then he stormed towards the men's room. Mickey was very surprised when two strong hands grabbed him from behind and forcefully pulled him into a bathroom stall just as soon as he finished and then a mouth started to suck the tongue out of his head.
"The fuck are you doing?" Mickey shoved a horny Ian away.
"Trying to fuck you, obviously." The younger guy replied bluntly and then attacked his neck.
"What part of 'Gotta piss' makes you think it was a green light to fuck me?" Mickey would have made a much better case if he didn't accidentally let out a lusty moan.
"This part." Ian said, grabbing Mickey's apparent hard-on with one hand while the other was unbuckling his belt. How could Mickey ever say no to that?
A minute went by before they got rid of all the fabric that was blocking their way of fucking. As soon as that happened, Ian spun Mickey around and pushed balls deep into his ass, then he just stopped.
Mickey turned to look at him, his asshole was burning from the friction. The realization that he forgot to at least spit on his hand and coat Ian's dick with his saliva came to him a bit too late. Ian gritting his teeth and gripping his hips hard enough to bruise suggested Ian's dick must be burning too. "Finish what you started, firecrotch, or I'll finish you off."
Ian didn't react beyond twisting his mouth with his eyes tight shut. Mickey didn't want to resort to this but screwed it, his prostate needed this. "I'll fuck you while your cock heals."
That was all it took for Ian's eyes to go wide open and stare salaciously at Mickey, his expression like a stoned wildcat that was just about to maul its prey. He then started pounding rapidly in and out of Mickey, didn't even try to pace it. To his credit, his dick felt like it was on fire, but the pleasure was sure to compensate the pain. Maybe Mickey referred to him as firecrotch for a reason after all, as there were a lot of 'Fuck, firecrotch' coming from the older guy.
Ian really did know him way too well for his liking, Mickey thought. How else could Ian manage to slam home every single time? It was like Ian's dick and his prostate were stupidly drawn towards each other by some magnetic force. If Mickey wasn't certain before, he was truly confirmed now that he, without any doubt, liked being bottom.
They didn't last long as it was about two hours since they last fucked. They almost finished when someone opened the men's room door and forgot to bring a piercing scream out with him, or her, that voice was about an octave too high to be a man's voice. Ian biting his neck at the same time as his sweet spot was slammed was what sent Mickey over the edge and Mickey's wall tightening around Ian definitely milked him for all he was worth.
Ian slowly pulled out before Mickey turned around and sat him on the shockingly clean toilet, still panting. Mickey kissed him as well as wiped some tears out of the corners of his eyes before crouching down between his legs. "You better be serious about being top 'cause my cock will be out of order for at least a week."
"Your sacrifice will not be forgotten." Mickey said with a raspy voice that almost made Ian hard again before tenderly nibbled Ian's worn dick with his lips once. Then he gazed up and met Ian's eyes, with his mouth dramatically slowly turning into a malicious smirk. Ian swallowed at the sight of that.
It was an oh-no-they-didn't shituation for Mandy. Wondering why the bathroom trip took so long, she sent her boyfriend to check on them. A shrieking sound came from the direction Lip went as a forewarning before a chaotic anarchy occurred afterwards.
She quickly rushed to the scene where many women were running out from the lady's room screaming there were some pervert vomiting in there. She got in and found out it was none but her boyfriend who was freaking the shit out of innocent people.
After Lip's main course was flushed down the toilet, Mandy helped him up and heaved him out. "I think I already know the answer but I'm gonna ask anyway. What the hell happened in the five seconds you left?"
"They. . . they were. . ." A terrified Lip tried to explain but words just wouldn't come out.
"We were what?" Mickey asked, walking out of the men's room with Ian wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
"You were-" The oldest guy had to let his eager stomach content come out before he could finish. Those poor flowers didn't even know what hit them.
"Hope you guys had a fucking blast. Now I have to force-feed him again." Mandy rolled her eyes for the hundredth time that day.
"I did, and will continue to do so as soon as we get back to our-" Ian got elbowed by Mickey for that and Ian feigned fainting, dropping all his weight to Mickey.
"Don't be ridiculous." It was now Mickey's turn to roll his eyes.
"But I'm hurt and you said you will take care of me." Mickey really considered getting a new brain for finding a pouting Ian endearing. Well, a fierce, fervent, controlling, hardcore Ian was certainly the ideal person by whom he wanted to be fucked, but there was no other person in this entire universe he would rather fuck more than a sweet-tempered, childish, whiny, puerile Ian before him.
Mickey tried his damnedest to hide his sore ass while Ian proudly hobbled to their table like he just came back from a freaking warzone.
"Oh my god, what happened? Why are you walking funny?" Penny asked and helped Ian with his chair.
"Bathroom injury. Don't ask. Very embarassing." Ian replied.
"Are you gonna be okay?"
"Don't worry. I will be more than fine," as soon as they got home and Mickey started fucking him like there was no tomorrow. He might take a week off, if not dropped off West Point altogether.