Ian's doorbell was going crazy, with Christy dinging it.
"Tell me EVERYTHING" she said, making her way into the living room and dropping her purse onto Ian's couch.
"Don't sit there" he started and smiled really big, knowing that Mickey's come was drying somewhere in that area. He made a mental note to clean that up eventually.
"Eww, you nasty horndog" Christy said, smacking him in the shoulder.
Lunch time rolled around and Ian still hadn't gotten his text from Mickey.
It's not like he was anxiously waiting on it or anything. He had told Christy everything leading up to when he told her to come over, and Christy was grinning from ear to ear, telling Ian he had it bad.
Ian went to the kitchen to grab him and Christy a beer when his phone went off. He pulled it from his pocket and had a huge smile on his face.
Mickey: Thanks douche. I got the third degree from my boss for the massive hickey you gave me
Me: Meet me here at my place, 8 sound good?
Mickey: fuck off Vamp. I will be there before then
As Mickey sent that last text, he couldn't help but feel like he was fucked. And he was fucked if he was honest with himself. At least once a month for the next several months, he again got the third degree from his boss for his ever lasting hickey. Yep. He was definitely fucked. But not as fucked as Ian. Both boys had it bad.
"So, what are we? What is this that we're doing?" Mickey asked Ian as they laid blissfully high and naked on Ian's bed.
Ian had never really thought about it. He never really felt the need to put labels on anything with anyone. But after Mickey staying every night for the past two weeks, it was time to label it, whatever they were doing. Both men knew it was going somewhere. They had never stayed with the same person for this length of time. They both knew it was more than just a random hook up every once in awhile. They had spent every possible moment with each other since the night they met. Neither of them would ever admit to it, but this thing they had going on, was clawing its way into both of their skin. It was settling and becoming something that antibiotics couldn't cure. It was something either boy didn't want to find a cure for. Yet in a weird way, it was something they were both scared of.
"What do you want this to be?" Ian asked as he interlocked his hands together and placed them behind his head and crossed his legs, locking his ankles. "Do we need to label it?"
"Well, you know as well as I do, that this is more than what is was intended to be" Mickey belched out. "We both enjoy whatever the fuck is happening." he paused. "Well, atleast I do."
Ian laid in his spot, yes, HIS spot. Mickey found that out the hard way one day when Ian came to bed after working late one night. Mickey was fast asleep and was pushed over the edge so that Ian could lay there. He laid in his spot and began to wonder. He had never had a boyfriend or anything more than a fuck buddy. He had never really shared his bed or home with anyone. Then all of a sudden, this ball of muscle and sweet smelling sweat warmed his way into it. Into his life, his bed, his home, his skin and now into his heart. Ian knew as Mickey said these things what he wanted.
"Are you fucking around with anyone?" Ian asked Mickey nonchalantly.
"Fuck no dude. One. When would I have the chance and second, why would I fuck anyone else when I have you and your fucking magic wand to come home to?" he said as he motioned to Ian's dick. "Hell, If it were humanly possible, I would end up pregnant because, that thing of yours" Mickey continues, pointing at Ian's crotch, "can do things I never believed were possible."
Mickey talked about Ian's dick so nonchalantly. Like he had no issue about it, until Ian had to go and open his fat mouth about it. When Ian did that, Mickey turned a shade of red that even he could see from the bridge of his nose.
"So, you think it's magic, huh?" Ian asked, matter of factly. "What do you think is magic about it?"
Mickey tried thinking for a minute, but he knew he could tell Ian what he wanted to know without using words, so he did just that. Mickey was great at changing subjects, or so he thought. Ian was perfectly okay with where this conversation was going.
Mickey began rubbing Ian's almost erect penis through his pants. Feeling it twitch on his palm, he let out a soft whimper and bit his bottom lip. He never thought touching another man could be so intoxicating. Something about Ian made Mickey somewhat confident and a hint of a ball of nerves. He didn't care how he looked or what he did, because everything was welcomed by the red head. But being near him, smelling his skin, made his stomach feel like he was floating.
His hand traced around Ian's dick, over his pants, and slowly up his waist, onto his stomach. Mickey latched his nails into the redhead's chiseled, rock hard abs, and Ian let out a almost silent cry. The older boy looked up at Ian, and the smile on Ian's face let Mickey know that it didn't hurt too bad. Good. Mickey latched his nails in again. Ian laughed then, as Mickey climbed into his lap, pushing the redhead back into the bed.
"I want you to fuck me. I wanna feel you inside of me, Gallagher, please." The words came out so quickly that Mickey wasn't even sure he spoke. Judging by the way Ian gasps against his skin, he knows that he did. He blushed furiously and chewed on his lower lip, waiting for a response any response at all, honestly. He just wants to know that it was okay.
"You really want that?" asked Ian.
Mickey closes his eyes. "Yeah," he breathed out as he moved his hand between Ian's shoulders, fingers caressing his skin slowly. "I want to feel the magic." he mocked as he remembered his previous words to the redhead.
"Get this off," Ian muttered as he moved his hands down Mickey's waist, stopping at his boxers.
"These?" Mickey replied, smirking at the way Ian growled when he heard it. "Is that turning you on?"
Ian made the same noise again and moved to the foot of the bed. "Take your fucking boxers off," he said, his voice harsh and low as he watched Mickey push himself up onto his elbows.
The older boy pulled his boxers off, tossing them to the floor before settling back onto his elbows, legs spread as wide as they would go. His cock hard and laying against his stomach; he smirked when he saw Ian look down at his hard on.
"Like what you see?" Mickey teased, adding a wink.
"Maybe," Ian mumbled, letting his eyes explore Mickey's body, settling on his face. "Have you
ever had someone rim you?"
Mickey didn't know how to respond, but by the look on his face, Ian knew he hadn't.
"Let me show you" Ian insisted, as he placed his hands under the older boy's knees. He slowly lifted them, and flattening his feet on the bed. "Just relax. I'm really good at this" he winked and grinned the cocky way that turned Mickey on even more.
Mickey could do nothing but relax into the feel of Ian's hands on his thighs and groin. The thought of another man's tongue anywhere near Mickey's asshole did nothing but make him sick before. But he trusted Ian. He knew Ian wouldn't do anything to him that he didn't want done, and Mickey also knew that Ian wouldn't be mad if he told him he didn't want it. But he would be lying if he stopped him. Because he wanted nothing more than to feel Ian's tongue on his skin. Anywhere. Just so long as it was Ian's.
The older man threw his head back as Ian's mouth formed around the head of his cock. The warm wet sensation through his mind in and out of whatever it was that was that held it. All he could think about was how amazing the feeling was. Mickey opened his eyes to see Ian staring straight at him, slowly bobbing up and down his painfully hard cock.
"God damn it, kid." Mickey muttered as Ian softley used his teeth when he came up. No one had ever used teeth on him before, but he knew right then that it was a must have whenever the redhead gave him head. That shit felt amazing.
Ian tossed his tongue around the head of Mickey's cock, licking up the little bit of pre come that was dripping out. He then took Mickey's cock into his hands and began thrusting slow even thrusts to match what was now Ian's saliva soaked fingers massaging around his tight entrance.
Mickey's breath hitched and a grunt escaped his mouth as one of Ian's fingers slipped slowly inside of him. The redhead had a weird way of finding Mickey's prostate right away, and without really trying. He always knew it was his prostate that Ian hit, because his thighs tighten and his balls shrank and he felt as if he was going to come with each collision Ian's fingertip made. It was one of the greatest feelings Mickey has ever felt.
The brunette had one hand fisted into the redhead's hair and the other fisted into his mouth, biting down on his knuckles as Ian's tongue moved from the head of his cock, down the side of his shaft and slowly down, underneath his balls. As Ian's tongue got closer to Mickey's tight hole, his grip in Ian's hair became tighter, but that didn't seem to faze the redhead.
Ian's tongue slowly licked around Mickey's soft balls as he slipped a second finger deep inside Mickey and wrapped his other hand around Mickey's hard cock. Mickey could only explain these
three amazing sensations as orgasmic; maybe even magic. But the next thing he felt threw his body in for a loop. Ian's tongue was now swirling around his asshole.
Mickey's eyes shot wide open and his back arched into an angle that was almost back breaking. Ian smiled a little knowing that he was what caused Mickey to lift so high out of the bed, bringing a sound out of the older boy that sounded almost like a cry.
When Mickey's back was flat to the bed again, Ian removed his fingers and pushed Mickey's thighs further apart, allowing him better access with his tongue. Mickey's thighs were like butter. They would move wherever Ian put them.
Mickey groaned in detest as Ian's tongue parted way from his tight hole. The feeling of Ian's tongue sent Mickey's mind racing to the finish line. He wanted to come so fucking bad, but also didn't want Ian to stop.
"Don't stop" Mickey cried, as Ian parted his legs further apart.
Ian didn't answer and didn't continue. He had an Idea. He sat up on his knees, between Mickey's legs, and tapped his thigh.
"Get on all fours. Now." he demanded.
Mickey was on all fours before Ian even finished. Ian thought Mickey was a sexy little cockslut, the way he had his face pressed into the pillow and ass up in the air. More than willing and waiting to feel whatever Ian had planned for him.
Ian smiled as he slapped Mickey's pale ass and took both of his hands to spread the brunette out even more.
"You are so fucking sexy like this, Mick" Ian said as he went face first into Mickey's ass again.
The brunette softly bucked his hips back into Ian's face as he let out a yelp into the pillows and his thighs tightened as he felt his orgasm come even closer.
Ian had both hands cupping Mickey's ass as he tongue fucked the older boy into oblivion. That was the only thing Mickey knew was going on. But as Ian snuck a finger in with his tongue, Mickey bit down into the pillow and balled both fists into the sheet. He knew if Ian kept this up any longer, he was going to come. He could feel it. It just kept creeping up faster and faster. Ian then took his free hand and cupped Mickey's tightening balls. That was it for Mickey. The pain of his upcoming orgasm was getting to be too much.
"Stroke me, Gallagher. Please" he begged, needing to feel his release.
While licking the older boys asshole and finger banging him into high heaven, Mickey's body started to convulse and his pink hole tightened, letting Ian know Mickey was going to come.
No faster than Ian stroked him, Mickey began bucking wildly into Ian's face and hand, huffing and grunting.
Seeing Mickey this wound up was really turning Ian on more than ever. He learned that a begging Mickey is a very fucking horny Mickey. A very horny Mickey meant more sex. Ian could deal with that. Even though this was like their 5th round since they woke up.
Just as Ian swiped his thumb over Mickey's slit, thick white ropes of Mickey's come shot into his hand and on the bed. And Ian would be damned if it wasn't his spot that the come landed. Mickey would be punished for that. He took his come soaked hand and smacked his ass harder than he had ever done it before. The older boy hissed and arched his back high in the air, needingly begging for more.
"Don't fucking move" Ian demanded, as he gripped both of Mickey's hips.
Mickey wanted to fall over after his very intense orgasm. It had every single muscle of his trembling. He didn't know if he could stay in the position much longer.
"What the fuck, Gallagher. How do you expect me to " he started, before he felt Ian's finger slide into him once more. "Oh fuck" he cried out at the contact.
Ian could tell Mickey was more than ready for what he was about to give him. So, with his free hand, holding a condom, he pushed it around to the older boy's face.
"Open it." It wasn't a question. Mickey twisted his neck around to see Ian's stern and straight face. "Now" the redhead demanded.
Mickey took the wrapper into his teeth and yanked back, tearing the foil open. With Ian's swift movements, the foil dropped to the side of Mickey's arm and he could hear the faint sound of rubber slicking on to skin. He then heard the familiar clicking open sound of the almost empty bottle of lube, and then the loud popping slirp of the bottle becoming empty.
"Now, Gallagher. Fuck me now." Mickey cried as Ian lined himself up to Mickey's entrance.
"You never learned to be patient, did you, Mick?" Ian said with a smirk, and slapped Mickey's ass again.
The younger man slammed into Mickey, causing his back to arch and come straight up to his knees in sheer pain mixed with pleasure. Ian quickly tied his arms around Mickey's chest, holding him there, his back almost painted onto Ians torso.
Ian tilted his head to where his chin rested on Mickey's left shoulder. "You like to be manhandled, don't you, Mick?" Ian asked. Not to be answered, just for the sake of letting Mickey know that Ian knew exactly what he was doing to the older boy.
"You like it when I do this?" Ian asked as he fucked into Mickey slowly. "Huh? Do you Mick?"
All that Mickey could muster out was a groan. Ian knew the answer. So, he fucked the older boy a little faster and a lot harder. "What about this? You like this?"
"Fuck yes, Gallagher. FUUUCK" Mickey screamed as he threw his body back to the bed, ripping himself out of his lover's arms.
Ian wrapped his fingers around Mickey's waist, digging his nails in deeper and deeper with each thrust he pounded into the older boy.
"Say it, Mickey. Say it and I will do whatever you want. You know I will. Just fucking say it!" Ian barked out in between breaths. The words he had wanted to hear are words that Mickey never used.
"Ian. fucking Ian. FUCK ME DAMMIT!" Mickey screamed out, loud enough to where more than most of downtown chicago could hear.
Ian relentlessly pounded into his boyfriend Wait, were they boyfriends? until he felt his balls tighten and his toes tingle.
"Mick, I'm going to co- " Ian hissed out as he came in Mickey's nice tight ass.
Not too long after Ian's orgasm subsided, he reached around Mickey's hips, dragging his hands up his chest and pulled him up to where his back was once again flush with his own.
"Come for me Mick. Come hard" He whispered into Mickey's ear and then started to suck on his earlobe, all while tracing his hand down the older boy's torso, down his hips, and taking Mickey's rock hard leaking cock into his hands.
"mmf fuck yes" Mickey moaned out as Ian began stroking him. "faster" Mickey demanded. "I need to come again."
Ian continued his assault on his lover with his hand, and began planting small soft kisses down his neck and shoulder. When he felt Mickey's body tighten, he knew he was going to come. Mickey let out a loud grunt and Ian sank his teeth into Mickey's neck. One thing Ian knew and came to find out, Mickey LOVES to be bitten especially hard when he comes.
Mickey's spiral into oblivion had him dizzy and had his heart racing. He hadn't come like that in his entire life. Well, other than his previous one. But this one? It had something else attached to it. A need. A want. But also, it felt like something he already had, something he had been searching for, yet had already found. He didn't know if it were the hormones or not, but he could
swear it just might have been love.
As Mickey fell face first into the bed, Ian followed, laying on top of him. Both boys were out of breath, but clearly, they were not done. Mickey flipped his body underneath the redhead and placed both of his hands around his face and kissed him deeply and seductively. Ian began grinding his hips into his lover's thigh, wasting no time. Ian let out a low groan as he was once again fully hard and ready for more of Mickey's ass.
Without even a break from the last,besides a brief make out session and a quick condom change, Mickey started grinding his hips into Ian's, letting out small moans while he grazed Ian's skin with his fingernails. Ian pushed one of his legs into Mickey's thigh, pushing his leg up in an awkward "L" shape, spreading his legs farther and farther apart. He then brought one hand down, wrapping his hand around Mickey's pulsating, hard cock, and began stroking him slowly, while still making out.
"God Damn, Gallagher" Mickey called out as Ian traced his lips across Mickey's jaw and down his neck, lapping his tongue around the older boy's nipple. "Cock hungry, much?"
Electricity spiked through Mickey's body at the warm sensation the redhead's tongue gave him. It was like.. Well, Mickey couldn't really explain it. He just knew it felt fucking awesome, and it made his dick twitch.
"You like that, Mick?" Ian asked, tugging at the older boys nipple with his teeth.
'Ffff yes" he mustered out as Ian grabbed his cock harder and began stroking faster.
"mffff" Mickey moaned out. He fucking loved when Ian stroked his cock, twisting his hand and working it up and down all at the same time.
"You want more, Mick?" Ian asked, moving his body to where he could have easy access to Mickey's tightening asshole.
"Yes Gallagher, I want more. I need more." the older boy cried out, trying not to make it sound like he was begging. But god damnit, Mickey wanted Ian inside him again. He was feeling empty, and it was beginning to be a lonely feeling.
Ian brought his hand up to Mickey's face, and placed two fingers on his lip. "Suck" he demanded. And how could Mickey not do it? That low, deep sexy tone in Ian's voice made his dick twitch even harder.
Mickey sucked and licked Ian's fingers until they were soaked in his saliva. He knew exactly what Ian was going to do next. He wasn't dumb. He casually lifted his hips a little off the bed, offering his waiting ass to Ian. Ian smirked and chuckled a little, under his breath of course, as he took
his fingers from Mickey's mouth in a quick motion and circled his fingers around Mickey's hole.
"Eager?" Ian asked, as he slipped one finger into his lover. It must have been a rhetorical question, as mickey didn't answer, and Ian didn't wait for an answer as he knew it was safe to slip another finger in.
As Ian massaged and stretched Mickey's asshole, Mickey grew more and more impatient.
"Come on Gallagher, get on with it. at this point, it's unnecessary." the older boy cried out. "I need you inside of me."
"I love the feeling of you tightening around me, Mickey." Ian said as he pulled his fingers out of Mickey. He brought his hand to his face and spit in his palm. Mickey gave him a weird look but tried not to question the gesture.
"We're out of lube. Do you want this to hurt?" Ian asked as he brought his hand back down and began stroking his own cock, getting it slick enough to where it wouldn't hurt the older boy.
"I didn't say shit" Mickey replied. He prefered Ian use his spit. it felt...better.
"Good" Ian smirked as he lined himself up and placed the head of his cock onto Mickey's asshole.
He then had both of his forearms around Mickey's head, and he began to thrust slowly into him.
Mickey groaned and tilted his head back at the pleasure of feeling full again.
Ian planted his face into Mickey's neck and began placing small kisses on the older boy's collarbone.
"You feel so fucking amazing, Mick" Ian hissed out as he fucked slowly into his lover.
Normally, Mickey would beg for Ian to fuck faster. But something about the way Gallagher was fucking him felt fucking amazing. He brought both of his legs and wrapped them around the redhead's freckled body and locked his ankles together.
"ffffuuuuuu" Mickey gasped out as he locked his fingers together behind Ian's neck.
Mickey could feel all of Ian's muscles tighten over him. It turned him on even more. He whipped his head around and started kissing his lover, pulling him closer to him.
"You really think I have a magic dick, Mick?" Ian asked as he pushed the top half of his body away from the older boy.
"Fuck yes, Gallagher. Fuck yes" Mickey replied as he met Ian thrust for thrust.
"Want to see a magic trick?" Ian asked,mocking the conversation they had that lead to the most spectacular sex they had, to date.
Ian tied both of his hands around Mickey's thighs, bringing his legs to his shoulders, and Ian began fucking Mickey harder and faster. Mickey pulled Ian back close to him and whispered in his ear. "Show me."
Ian grabbed Mickey's waist and picked his hips up off the bed, to where he could fuck Mickey deeper and harder. Judging by the moans Mickey began making, he was now rubbing back and forth on Mickey's prostate.
Ian loved Mickey in this position. He whined and begged like the little cockslut he was.
"Harder, Gallagher" he begged, knowing it would only cause Ian to fuck him slower.
The slower Ian fucks into him, the more he squirms, and the more he squirms, the more Ian's cock slides against his prostate.
Mickey latched his fingernails into Ian's back and pulled him down closer to his face, so that he could pull and suck his lower lip. He has always felt that if possible, he could suck Ian's soul into his lungs, and they would be one for ever. Since the night they met, Ian was already all that Mickey could smell.
Mickey's assault on the redhead's back became more brutal the slower he fucked him, and deeper, the faster. Ian hissed in discomfort, but kept fucking, wanting to bring his lover to his ultimate high.
There was one moment when Mickey's nails reached Ian's shoulders, when they made eye contact. Ian had a smirk on his face, while Mickey had a huge smile.
"So, you would have my children?" Ian asked, as he slowed down his pace, but still keeping the same rhythm.
Mickey's smile fell into a straight line, and he almost looked conflicted. He wrapped both hands around Ian's face and pulled him into a kiss.
"As long as I have you beside me" Mickey replied.
Something struck Ian's chest, it could have been love, but he wasn't sure, but hearing the beautiful man underneath him say that, turned him on even more, so he began fucking Mickey like never before. It was primal instinct that he was feeling. He grabbed Mickey by the waist and fucked him so fucking fast, he became dizzy. He screwed his eyes shut and began grunting and moaning. He almost didn't hear Mickey scream and tell him he was coming.
When Mickey's thick warm come shot onto his chest, his thighs trembled as he shot his load into his lover's ass. Ian fell onto Mickey's chest, their sweat mixing together, and the only sounds were of them gasping for air and their hearts beating erratically. It was the most calming sound they had ever heard.
After a few moments, Ian pulled himself out of the older boy and rolled off of him, both boys laying flat on their backs. Several minutes went by in silence, before Mickey turned to his side, facing Ian.
"As long as you are by my side, I would love to have your children" Mickey spoke.
Ian turned his face to look at Mickey, and kissed him.
"So, does this mean we're boyfriend's now?" Ian asked with Mickey's favorite smirked attached to the question.
"Guess so, Firecrotch. I guess so." Mickey replied.