It had already been a long morning, and Ian was starving. He had a very important lunch date, and was waiting anxiously for it all morning. It had been a few days, and he really needed the time to talk to his best friend. He wanted to tell her more about his boyfriend; He can call him that now, after all. He had felt nervous all morning, because as far as Christy was concerned, the guy he had left with from the club a while back was just a one night stand. or a few fucks. Of course Ian would tell her they had fucked one or two more times. Who wouldn't? Mickey was hot. He was damn good in bed and for fuck sakes did he taste amazing.
"Devon, can you please finish filing these folders for our new members? I have a lunch date today and I am running a little behind." Ian asked the guy behind the front desk.
Ian thought Devon was pretty hot. He was extremely hot. Channing Tatum hot. Ripped muscles, tall, squared jaw, short brunette hair. Ian had always thought about bending him over the treadmill and showing him what a real man could do, but after meeting Mickey, he had never really thought about it anymore. Used to, he would sit in his office on his lunch break, by himself, imagining what Devon would be like as a submissive bottom. The thought always turned him on, and it eventually always led him to jerking off. He didn't need to. He could get any guy he wanted, with his red hair, green eyes and his tight as hell body. But he didn't like mixing business with pleasure, or bringing strange guys into his place of work for just a quick fuck. Besides, he was pretty fucking sure Devon was straight. He definitely didn't get a gay vibe off of him. And Ian had excellent Gay dar.
"Sure Mr. Gallagher. Anything else?" Devon answered.
He knew Ian was gay, he could tell, but he never wanted to bring it up, but he also didn't want to insult him by thinking he was straight.
"How many times have I told you, Devon. We're the same age. Please. Stop calling me Mr. Gallagher. It makes me feel old. Call me Ian" he laughed.
It was an ongoing joke between the two, and sometimes, each man thought it was the others way of flirting. But it never went past business. "Just watch the desk and be attentive to our members. That's all I need. But please make sure the folders get put away in the right spots."
"Yes sir, Ian. Sure thing" Devon replied as he took the folders from Ian's hand.
Ian could swear Devon's hand touched his for longer than was necessary, but was distracted by the thought when Christy walked through the doors.
"Thanks, Devon. I will be back in about an hour. Try not to burn the place down while I'm away" Ian laughed as he walked away, towards his awaiting friend.
"You're welcome" Devon replied.
"Well don't you look happy today" Christy smiled as she pulled her best friend into a tight hug.
"Are you saying I never look happy?" Ian asked as he patted her on the back
"You just look exceptionally happy today. Get laid?" she asked as they pulled away from each other.
"Wouldn't you like to know" Ian smirked and lifted his eyebrow as held the door open so that he and Christy could leave the gym.
"So, what's his name?" Christy asked as her and Ian walked off, arm in arm.
Ian's smile was so wide that it nearly began to hurt his face. He couldn't hide the fact that he had some pretty awesome sex his past two days off, and for weeks before that. He had told her that he and the guy from the club had fucked once or twice, but he didn't tell her they were dating. That was part of the reason he wanted to meet her for lunch. He wanted to gush about his boyfriend. Although they had been official for a while now, she still didn't know. She didn't know anything about him, or that Mickey was staying most nights at his apartment.
"It's that guy I was telling you about. The guy I met at epiphany. Mickey" he shyly answered.
"Naughty boy. That's like the fifth time you've fucked this guy." she replied smiling.
"Yeah, well" he shrugged his shoulders "He is a great fuck, but he is an even better person. Kinda the reason I wanted to talk to you."
"Ian Gallagher! No way! You like him, don't you?!" she gasped as she shoulder bumped him.
Ian pulled Christy in closer and they continued walking in silence for a few minutes.
"Chris, how do you know if you're in love?" He asked her, finally finding the words he was searching for. "like, how do you know?"
"Oh, trust me. You would know." she smiled
"Well, I kinda sorta think " Ian started to say "What I am trying to tell you is..." He pulled out his cell phone and showed her his background. It was a photo of him and Mickey kissing. Mickey took it one day while they were out running errands. The sun was high in the sky and it made Ian's hair glisten in a way that made it seem like Mickey would burn his hand just by touching his it. "We're dating now. like, actual boyfriend and boyfriend." he finished shyly, with a smile so wide, it could be seen from space.
"What? You have an actual boyfriend? How long? Why haven't you told me? I am so happy for you" she gushed happily as she had never seen her best friend this happy.
"Yeah, we've been dating a few weeks now." he said.
"Can I meet him?" she asked.
"Well, thats sort of why I haven't really mentioned him. We agreed that we would wait 90 days to meet each other's friends and family. We both want to make sure that this is real. We want to make sure that this is what we really want." he replied. "But soon. You can meet him soon. I promise. I want you to know him. He is pretty fucking special to me, and I am pretty sure I am falling hard for this guy. Just like I know he has fallen for me too. He spends most of his days at my apartment. He really only goes home so that his sister knows he is still alive."
"Well, I can't wait to meet him. If you call him your boyfriend, he HAS to be amazing!" Christy smiled after a few minutes of watching Ian smile.
"Soon enough. Now, let's get some food. I am starving" he said, taking his best friend by the hand, as they crossed the busy street towards their favorite lunch spot.
Mickey went back to his apartment while Ian was at work. All of his clothes were beginning to become over worn and pretty nasty, personally. Plus, with him and Ian being an official couple, the boys had decided that it was okay that Mickey bring more of his stuff over. So, he was doing just that. It wasn't like packing an overnight bag. He was staying more than one night over there. Most of his time was spent over at Ian's now.
As he was finishing packing up what he was taking with him that day, he heard a knock on the door.
"What?" Mickey yelled out.
"The fucking door is locked, douchebag. Let me in" Mandy barked out.
"Jesus christ, Mands. what the fuck do you want? Im about to leave" he hissed as he opened the door to let her in. He had missed his sister. He talked to her a lot on the phone, but hadn't seen her in a few weeks, which was really unusual, seeing as how they were practically neighbors.
"Heard noise in here and heard you talking to yourself. figured you were home. and guess what? I was right."
Mickey wasn't in the mood for Mandy's shit. He was in his zone. He was ready to get back to Ian's. It was his day off and he wanted to get this shit done.
"You're hardly home anymore. You must be working pretty hard these days" she said a little softer.
"I've just been busy with.." He started to say Ian's name. "I have been busy. You will get over it."
he caught himself and fixed it before Mandy started on with her million fucking questions game. She's such a fucking cunt Mickey thought.
Mickey picked up his bag and started to walk around his sister before she grabbed him by his arm.
"You need all that for work? Are you sleeping up there?" She asked, seeing he was taking a rather large bag with him as he began walking out of the door. "Mickey Milkovich, you met someone, didn't you?" She asked with a smile.
"Fuck off" he replied, pushing her out of the door and pulling it shut.
"YOU DID! What's his name?" she asked.
Fucking great. the questions were starting. "Fuck off, it's none of your damn business. Nosey bitch" He was trying hard to get her off his back. He really wanted to tell her about Ian, but he just wasn't sure how to tell her.
"Is it the guy from the club that one night?" she asked, knowing full well that he had fucked him more than just that one night.
"God damn Mandy, mind your own fucking business." Mickey responded.
"It totally is. I know it is. You wouldn't be so defensive if it wasn't." she said as she smiled and playfully slapped his arm. "What is is him again? Ian, right?"
Mickey smiled just hearing his name. How she remembered was beyond him. They were best friends, but he never thought she actually listened to him.
As Mickey locked the door and made his way down the hall, Mandy followed him.
"You're staying with him aren't you?" she asked. "It must be serious"
"Yea, sure. I guess you could say that" he said back, rubbing his thumb across his bottom lip.
"Is he like, your boyfriend now or something?" she asked again. Mickey was really getting tired of the questions.
"Guess you could say that too." he added
"Well, when do I get to fucking meet him? I want to see this hot piece of ass you're fucking."
"When I tell you you can, fuck. Now leave me alone. I gotta get going." he hissed through his teeth.
"Alright, but you better believe I'm sharing the naked baby photos" she joked. "And remember, My birthday is in two weeks! you better not forget douchebag."
"Fuck you and the horse you rode in on you stupid slut. And I already forgot. Talk to you later." Mickey said as he walked away from her, with both of his middle fingers in the air and a giant smile painted across his face.
Mickey and Mandy had the weirdest relationship, but they both knew it was affectionate. They were brother and sister after all.
After Mickey made it back to Ian's apartment, he dropped his bag next to the bed and laid down. After awhile, he finally drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the smell of the pillow his head laid on.
Mickey was woken up by the door slamming and Ian calling his name. He sat up in the bed, he was somehow now in just his boxers. He ran his hand down his face, not even remembering laying down. Damn, he was tired.
"I'm in here" he called out to Ian's searching voice.
Mickey heard a few bangs and clangs, and braised himself. Ian must have been in a shitty mood. But judging by his actions when he walked into the room, he was in a fantastic mood.
Ian ran to the bed and jumped next to him and grabbed Mickey's face with both hands, kissing him passionately.
"I told Christy" he whispered after he pulled his lips away from his boyfriends. "She wants to meet you." Ian had the fucking cheesiest grin on his face.
"Really now? Cause I told Mandy, too. I got the same response. She wants to meet you also." Mickey responded as Ian started taking his clothes off.
Every day, when Ian got home from work, he would get butt ass naked and jump in the shower. Mickey hated it. He loved the smell of Ian's skin when he was sweaty. It was a huge turn on.
Mickey crawled across the bed to help his boyfriend strip down.
"Well, the way you talk about your sister, I am sure we will get along great" Ian said as Mickey pushed his thumbs into Ian's gym shorts and pulled them down. He watched as they dropped to his ankles.
"And if you love Christy, I am sure I will too" Mickey said, as he crawled back to his side of their bed and patted it, signaling for him to lay down with him.
"Mandy's Birthday is in a couple weeks. I was thinking I could find her phone and invite her friends. You think you can talk to Christy and see if we could throw a party for her at the club? I want it to be special for her. We never miss each other's birthday, and normally, all we do is sit at home, watching cartoons and getting high." Mickey asked his boyfriend. "I really want her to have a great time this year. She's been through alot"
Ian hesitated, as he really smelled bad, but laid next to his boyfriend. He was starting to catch on that Mickey hated when he took a shower after working out, knowing he would just get dirty again.
"Yea, I can ask her. I am sure we could make it happen. Let me talk to her and you get the names and numbers of her friends." Ian replied as he wrapped his arm around Mickey and let him nuzzle his face into his neck.
The boys laid in bed for what seemed like hours. Mickey traced circles onto Ian's skin and Ian ran his hand through the older boy's oily hair.
"We should really get in the shower now. We don't have to get clean" Ian winked at Mickey as he sat up and slipped his boxers off, exposing his growing erection.
"Game on" Mickey smiled as he chased the redhead into the bathroom. At 24 and 25 years old, the boys still had a teenagers stamina. Both were VERY thankful for that.