As Mickey made his way to the door, he stopped dead in his tracks to check Ian out from a distance. He was standing at the bar, talking to the guy he was previously dancing with. The one with the Girlfriend. The conversation between the two looked pretty heated. He could tell Ian really didn't want to be talking to the guy, so Mickey made his way to the two of them, and Grabbed Ian by the hand and pulled him away quickly. Not giving him any time to finish the conversation or to say goodbye.
The two boys made it out of the door, and Ian nodded to the bouncer and said goodnight.
"I take it you come here alot?" Mickey asked the taller boy.
"You can say that" Ian shyly replied, with his hands in his pocket and his eyes meeting Mickey's
."My best friend's parents own the place. You should know who I am talking about. The blond?"
"Oh, the chick who tried so hard to get in my pants?" Mickey laughed as he said it.
Ian had never seen anyone look so beautiful when they laughed. Mickey's Eyes squinted a bit as he pulled his head back. Ian made a mental note to remember how Mickey laughed.
"Yep." the redhead shook his head. "That's her. She thinks she is gods gift to all men. She tried it on me in school before we met. Guess she thought I would sleep with her or something" Ian replied. "But now, she just tries to sleep with the men I am interested in" he said as he bumped his shoulder into Mickey's.
"I told her she was barking up the wrong tree" Mickey said as he began to bite his thumb nail. He always bit his thumbnail when he was nervous. Mandy would always slap his hand out of his face when she saw him doing it.
Ian smiled and they continued to walk in a comfortable silence for a few more minutes before Ian grabbed Mickey and pulled him into a building and pushing him against the wall.
Ian placed both of his hands on the wall. with Mickey's head between them. Mickey could feel his heart pound through his throat, and swallowed hard.
The redhead ran his tongue across Mickey's bottom lip before biting it and sucking it into his mouth. Mickey quickly fell into the kiss and reciprocated, pulling his hands up and cupping Ian's face.
Kissing was something new for Mickey. He never saw the point in it. Kissing was for people who knew each other. He never saw the point of keeping anyone around long enough to want to kiss them. He always had quick fucks and never saw the guys again.
Ian pulled away when he heard a small moan escape into his mouth, from the older man he had pinned up against the wall. He pushed a few buttons on the door, and it opened. Mickey thought this might be where Ian lived.
They walked up a few flight of stairs before Mickey grabbed Ian by his belt loops into his arms and frantically began kissing him again. Mickey thought that he could grow addicted to the taste of Ian's tongue. Sweet like sugar, and bitter like cigarette smoke. It should not taste as good as it does.
Ian began tugging Micky's shirt from his pants and unbuttoning it while still trying to walk up the stairs. If Mickey kept kissing him the way he was, they weren't going to make it to Ian's Apartment.
Ian pushed at Mickey's chest, breaking away from his lips and turned around to run up the stairs.
Not just walk. Ian ran.
Mickey stood in the spot Ian pushed him away in, and laughed. He really thought it was cute how Ian was rushing to get to his apartment. His ass was such a great view.
"You coming or not?" Ian looked down the side of the stairs and widened his eyes.
Mickey quickly made it to the floor Ian lived on, as he saw him put the key into the door.
"Damn elevators never work, sorry about that" Ian snorted.
Mickey was quickly in Ian's space, pushing him against the door as Ian turned to face Mickey. Something had washed over the brunette's face, and Ian couldn't quite tell what it was. Lust maybe? It had to be. he was feeling hopeful. Before Ian had a chance to even breath, Mickey had his lips pressed to the redhead's neck. Ian grunted as Mickey pushed him harder into the still closed door.
Mickey took this chance to take his hands and rub them down Ian's rock hard abs, and started undoing his belt. Ian tried to finish opening the door, But Mickey took his hand and pulled it down to his side, and started unbuttoning his pants with the other. Ian hissed in pleasure as Mickey snaked his hands down into his pants.
Mickey had no idea what had possessed him to stand in the empty dark hallway, gripping almost too tightly onto Ian's throbbing hard cock. He stroked him slowly, just to hear the sounds that Ian was releasing. He smiled, seeing Ian pull his head back in pleasure as he skimmed his thumb over Ian's leaking head. He pulled his hand out of Ian's pants and sucked his thumb into his mouth, tasting the red head. Mickey had never tasted anything more amazing than Ian Gallagher.
Mickey then took his hand and finished opening the door.
Once Inside, Ian tossed his keys onto the table in the middle of the living room and tore his shirt off. He walked back to Mickey and helped him with his shirt. Once Mickey didn't have his shirt on, Ian made sure to take in the sights of Mickey's rock hard shoulders, and the thickness of his biceps, and the hardness of his pecs. Ian then pressed his mouth back to Mickey's, and very dirtily licked his jaw, to his neck, down to his chest.
Once his mouth reached Mickey's chest, Ian teasingly took Mickey's nipple into his mouth. He traced circles around one while gently playing and pinching at his other. Mickey then fell back, falling to the back of Ian's couch. The brunette didn't care what was going on around him, he just wanted Ian on him. And NOW!
Ian pulled Mickey's hips into his, and began to grind their crotches together, causing more friction than Mickey could handle. If he kept this up, Mickey was going to come in his pants if the redhead didn't hurry the fuck up.
Mickey and Ian both moaned at the contact they shared. Ian pulled away from Mickey and turned to a desk near the door. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom and placed them on the arm of the couch. With that, Mickey quickly started unbuttoning his pants and kicking his shoes off.
"Always ready, I see?" Mickey laughed.
"Of course." The redhead smiled.
As he finished pulling his pants off, Mickey seemed to be in a rush. Ian didn't need to know how fucking horny the brunette was.
"Got somewhere to be?" Ian moaned in his ear. He stood there, in front of Mickey, in only his red and blue boxers.
Mickey needed that sweet burn so badly. he was craving it.
"Shut up and let's go already" Mickey thought for a second that Ian would take that the wrong way, but judging by the smile the redhead gave him, Ian was more than ready to pound the hell out of Mickey..
Still in his boxers, Ian grabbed Mickey by his shoulders and turned him around and pushed him over the edge of the couch, just how he wanted. Mickey's still clothed ass poking straight out and at just the right height. That is something Ian loved about Mickey. He was shorter than him. It was easier for him to fuck him. Shorter guys had always turned Ian on. But he wouldn't say that out loud.
Ian took his hand and traced his fingers along the top of Mickey's pants. Once he made it to the front of Mickey, he tucked his thumbs into his pants and quickly pulled them down to his knees. He pressed his leg into the back of Mickey's knees, forcing him to push his knees into the back of the couch, keeping his pants where Ian wanted them.
Slowly and teasingly, the taller boy pulled Mickey's boxers down to where his pants sat, around his knees. Ian grabbed Mickey's ass into both of his hands and in a low sexy tone, moaned.
"You have the sexiest ass I have ever fucking seen." Ian whispered.
Mickey only replied with a grunt as he bucked his hips into the back of the couch.
Ian removed his hands from Mickey's ass and leaned over his back, once again licking a small spot into the back of the shorter boy's neck. The softness of Ian's tongue made Mickey moan in a way he never heard come from his throat. Every fucking movement the redhead made turned Mickey on and only made him more hard. The way his hips bucked into the couch, causing friction to Mickey's dick, made him want to come more than he ever had before. He had never
wished for an orgasm so badly without being touched.
If Mickey's movements told Ian anything, it was that Mickey needed him in him right then and there. But Ian still had things he wanted to do to the older boy before he let him come.
While Ian was still sprawled across Mickey's back, he reached over for his bottle of lube. He pushed the bottle in Front of Mickey's face and motioned for him to open it. Mickey popped the bottle open with his teeth and grunted, hoping Ian would just fuck him already. Mickey's cock was aching and if Ian didn't know better, he could swear Mickey was bucking like Ian was already balls deep inside him.
Ian stood behind Mickey and slicked up three of his fingers. When He thought Mickey had bucked enough into the couch, he placed one of his knees between Mickey's legs and forced him to open his legs more so that he could have better access to Mickey's tight puckered hole.
When Mickey's legs were just far enough, Ian pushed Mickey's head down further into the couch to bring his hips up just a bit higher. Ian really fucking loves seeing Mickey like this; Ass high in the air, loud grunts and moans escaping from his throat. Noises that Mickey didn't necessarily want Ian to hear.
As Ian pushed Mickey down, bringing his ass up, he gently teased Mickey's hole with one finger. He could swear he heard Mickey whimper as he took his finger away.
"Come the fuck on. I need you inside of me like yesterday, Ian" Mickey cried out as he once again bucked into the couch.
"Quit bucking. Stop fucking moving or i'm not going to touch you at all" Ian hissed back. And he was serious. If Mickey was going to be a whiney bitch, he would let Mickey finish himself off. Ok, not really. Ian was enjoying this too much. But he WAS going to continue to tease him and make it hard for him.
Mickey quickly stopped moving his hips and did as he was told by the redhead. And it turned Ian on even more, seeing Mickey this obedient.
As Mickey settled his movements, Ian then began to run his finger around Mickey's tight hole again. When Ian slipped his finger in, Mickey tried his hardest to stay still.
The red haired boy began thrusting his finger inside of Mickey slowly and at a steady pace. Each time Ian would retract his finger, Mickey would let out a small cry. It felt as if all of his air was escaping his lungs with the lack of contact he was receiving. With his other hand, Ian guided Mickey's hips as he allowed him to fuck his finger.
Seeing the muscles harden in his lower back and thighs as Mickey fucked his fingers, Ian couldn't help but let Mickey know how fucking sexy he was. Mickey only fucked Ian's finger faster.
After a few minutes, Ian pulled his hand away and when he went back, he put 2 fingers into Mickey. the shorter man's cries became louder and more blunt as he fucked himself onto now two of Ian's fingers. Each time Mickey would fuck back into Ian's hand, he would quickly twist his wrist. That sent Mickey nearly over the edge.
"Fuck, firecrotch. Fuck me now." Mickey practically begged.
The nickname made Ian smirk and when Mickey went back into Ian's hand, three fingers were there to greet him. Ian knew that was a lot for Mickey to take, seeing as how Mickey's body was shaking, and Ian's throw pillow was now in between Mickey's teeth. His grunts were louder and had more venom to them.
Ian took pride in knowing that he was a tease, and seeing Mickey wriggle underneath him made him feel justified in it.
Ian still played around a little, stretching his fingers open, getting Mickey stretched and ready. He leaned over Mickey's back and softly bit his ear.
"Tell me what you want. I need to hear you say it" Ian moaned into his ear, making sure his fully hard dick was rubbing in between Mickey's ass cheeks.
"God damnit, firecrotch. I need you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me." Mickey begged as his breath stuttered. "Please."
That was all Ian really needed to hear. He pulled the condom from the arm of the chair and ripped it open with his teeth. The noise made Mickey's body fill with electricity as he shook.
Ian put the condom on and Mickey could hear the squirt of lube, and it made him involuntarily buck into the couch again.
Ian placed both of his hands on either side of Mickey's hips and softly rubbed the head of his dick around Mickey's hole, mostly because he loved feeling Mickey squirm in his hands. He want to ask him if he was ready, but by the way Mickey kept trying to push himself onto his dick, Ian knew he was ready. So he gently started pushing his dick into Mickey's tight hole.
The pressure and stretching caused Mickey to hiss in glorious pain. He had never been stretched so far, so it was a mixture of pleasure and pain as Ian pushed himself deeper and deeper.
The redhead's body trembled as he stopped and let Mickey soak in what was happening. It was neither boy's first time, but it didn't sound like that to an outsider. It sounded as if a train had come through the apartment and both boys were hit and left wounded. On the inside, seeing it and knowing what was happening, to both Ian and Mickey, it was a beautiful train wreck.
Mickey felt on edge as he started to buck his hips harder back into Ian, until he was fully inside of him. Ian's pubes tickled his ass, and he fucking loved that. "Fuck you are so tight" Ian hummed through his breathes.
"Harder" Mickey cried.
With one quick jolt of his hips, Mickey popped his head up in pleasure and moaned. It was the most beautiful sound Ian had ever fucking heard.
"Like that?" Ian asked.
"Fuck, Just like that" Mikey cried.
Ian bucked his hips and thrusted harder and faster into Mickey. Just when Mickey thought it couldn't feel any better, Ian did this weird rotating thing with his hips and he found Mickey's prostate and kept slamming into it, harder and harder.
Mickey pushed Ian's body back with his, and grabbed one of Ian's hands and licked a nice wet stripe of spit into it and he brought it to his ever throbbing, leaking cock. Mickey had never felt such immense pleasure in his life, feeling Ian slamming into his prostate and stroking his cock at the same time.
Ian then pulled Mickey's back up straight and placed his head into the base of Mickey's neck and placed small circular licks around Mickey's spine, not missing a beat with his hips or hand.
Mickey lulled his head to the side and allowed Ian more access to his neck and shoulders. One of Mickey's hands came up to meet Ian's glorious red hair, and he pulled him down more into his neck and Mickey let out a low grunt between his teeth. With his other hand, he grasped onto the back of Ian's couch like the world was falling from under him, and he needed something to hold them in place, because no one should be allowed to not have the orgasm Mickey was about to spill into Ian's hand.
Ian could feel Mickey begin to tighten, so he dropped his hand and stopped thrusting.
"Not yet." Ian whispered in Mickey's ear. "I won't let you come yet."
It really should be illegal for someone to whisper like that. It was both painful and blissful for Mickey, the way he felt Ian's words vibrate into his neck. He quivered and hissed in disbelief, that Ian was causing all of this.
Ian pulled out of Mickey and began to walk away. He had to. He was so close to coming, and he wasn't ready. So, he began to walk through his dark apartment, into another room.
"Stay there. Don't fucking move. I mean it." Ian spit, with venom in his voice.
Mickey did as he was told, and didn't move. He could slowly feel his orgasm going away. It pissed him off, but made him wonder what the hell Ian was doing.
When the redhead returned, he held his hand behind his back as to hide whatever it was he brought back with him from what seemed to be the kitchen.
" I will let you come. But under my rules. Hear me?" Ian said, spitting more venom than Mickey thought should be allowed. The power in Ian's voice made his dick twitch in a almost painful way. Mickey just shook his head in agreement and grunted.
Ian stood behind him again and pulled both of Mickey's hands behind his back and locked his wrists together between one hand. The shorter man shivered as he felt something wet and cold slide down his spine slowly. The noise that escaped his throat could only be described as a cry. Even though it was a sound full of surprise and pleasure.
"Keep your hands right here. Don't move them or this is going to take longer" Ian said as he let go of Mickey's wrists and lined himself up against Mickey's tight hole again. He pushed himself into Mickey again and he ran a red popsicle around the base of Mickey's spine and down in between Mickey's ass. His body heat was melting it fast. it dribbled down over his hole and onto Ian's exposed pubes.
"It will be worth it." Ian promised as he repeated a circular motion around Mickey's spine.
He slowly slide the popsicle up Mickey's spine, and cleaned it, going down with his tongue, as far as he could without pulling himself out of Mickey.
With a pause in Ian's hips, MIckey quickly felt both of Ian's hands on his hips, and for a quick second, he wondered where the cold wet thing had went. He still didn't know what it was, but when he looked under his shoulder, up at Ian's face, he knew exactly what it was. Ian had red syrup running down his chin, and it was dripping down to Mickey's chest. Each drop kicked his nerves into high gear as Ian slammed relentlessly into Mickey.
Ian knew exactly what he was doing. Mickey could see Ian smirk around the popsicle.
The taller man dug his nails into Mickey's hips, causing him to almost scream as he felt his prostate being pounded into over and over, all the while, the cold popsicle was still dripping onto his hot skin.
"I'm going to co.. " Mickey started saying as Ian took one of his hands and wrapped it around Mickey's cock and started pumping him, sending him over the edge and coming in his hand with a low deep grunt and a shiver like jolt through his entire body.
Ian roughly dug his nails further into Mickey's hips and delivered a few more brutal thrusts before he toppled over onto Mickey's as he comes.
As both boys were panting, Ian pulled the popsicle from his mouth and smirked at Mickey, who was still folded over the back of the couch, catching his breath.
Ian stood up and walked over to turn a light on and removed the condom, tying it off and tossing it in a trash bin. He then walked over to the coffee table in front of the couch and lit a cigarette. Mickey unfolded his body from the couch and walked around to sit next to Ian and took the cigarette from his mouth.
"Holy fuck Kid, I had no idea you had all" Mickey moves his hands around in a circular motion, "all that in you" he said as he exhaled the nicotine and tobacco from his lungs.
"Dynamite comes in small packages" Ian said, making it sound like a question, and laughed.
"Small? Tell that to someone who actually believes that shit" Mickey said back, and both boys laughed again.
Mickey couldn't remember feeling so care free around someone. He kinda liked it.
After the boys both finish a second cigarette in a comfortable silence, Ian stood up and walked away. "I'm gonna shower. Do whatever you want. I will be out in a few" he said as he walked into what must be his bedroom. Mickey looked around and decided to follow the redhead. WIth someone who fucks the way Ian does, Mickey is ready for another round.
Ian's quick shower turned into an hour full of thick steam and hushed grunts as Ian once again pounded into Mickey. Ok, maybe more than once. They weren't really counting. They were still young and had the willpower for multiple orgasms, and with Mickey slammed into the cold tiled wall, who DOESN'T want to come a few times?
After the shower, Ian all but fell into his bed, being more tired than he thought was humanly possible. Watching Mickey gather his clothes, Ian still wanted to fuck,, but he would have to wait until the morning, because he could hardly keep his eyes open.
"You know, you don't have to leave tonight. You can stay if you like" Ian said, pulling his blankets from his bed and motioning for Mickey to come to bed with him.
"Nah, I'm not gonna intrude. Its cool. I just live a few blocks away anyways" Mickey lied. God did he want to fuck the redhead again. But he himself was too tired to go for another round.
"Its cool. For real. Just stay and you can go home in the morning" Ian said, jerking his head back for Mickey to get his ass in his bed.
Mickey balled up his clothes and dropped them next to the bed and all but crashed into Ian's empty side of the bed.
As they both lied down, facing the ceiling, not knowing what to do or say next, Mickey rolled over with his back facing Ian and folded his arm under his head to add to the pillow he laid on. He could feel his heart pound louder and louder as Ian drifted off to sleep with a soft snore. As mickey eventually faded into dream land, he could feel the taller redhead push his body into his back and drape his arm around his waist.