"Mick, I've never..." Ian started, as the older boy climbed onto his lap. The redhead placed both of his hands around this boyfriends hips. "I've never bottomed. You know that. " he finished.
Truth be told, Ian never bottomed because it scared the hell out of him. Not because of the pain, he had stretched him self out plenty of times before, while masturbating. But he was scared of the emotional attachment that came along with it. He had never wanted that before. But the way Mickey was looking at him, softly running his fingers across his torso, he wanted it so badly.
Mickey had beared his soul to him, and he wanted to return the favor. "Ian Gallagher, I fucking love you" Mickey started. "I want you to know how much." He said as he Began kissing the younger boy. "I want you to be able to feel me. I want you to get up later for work and be reminded. I was there. I was inside you. "
Ian didnt know what had recently over came his boyfriend, but he absolutely enjoyed it. They were bringing sides out of each other that they didnt know they had. For the first time, Ian knew he wanted to fully give him self to someone. He took Mickey's face into his hands and pulled him to his face, their lips milimeters apart.
"I want you to make love to me" He wispered.
Mickey practically threw him self to Ian's lips and let his hands wander the freckled skin below him. "I will be gentile, I promise" He whispered as he kept kissing his younger redhead.
"I trust you" Ian wispered back.
Trust was a huge deal to Ian. He had never had it with anyone. Never had anyone to share it with. Then, this beautiful ball of muscles walked in to his life, and shattered every single wall he had built up for himself. Mickey smiled as he grabbed Ian's face and began passionately kissing him; sucking on his bottom lip and biting softly at his tongue. All the while, Ian still held him in his lap, caressing and clawing at his back. The older boy began grinding his hips into Ian's, rubbing their hardening dicks together, both boys moaning at the contact and friction; Mickey making sure Ian was comfortable and ready, not wanting to push the subject and just let it happen.
Ian dug his nails deeper into the older boys skin and pulled his lips apart from his lovers. "I'm ready" He wispered.
Mickey smiled his devilish grin and continued grinding into his lovers hips, making him only want him more. He moved off of his boyfriends lap and grabbed the bottle of lube. All of a sudden, he got butterflies. He was about to virtually teach the man he loved how to be a bottom. He promised he was going to be gentile. He knew he was going to be. Dawson was gentle with him, and it was the least he could do for the man he loved.
He slowly made his way back to the bed, giving his firecrotch a show. When he made it to the bed, Ian pulled him down and started kissing him again. Mickey could swear he felt Ian trimble. "You don't have to do this" the older boy said, grabbing his boyfriend's hand.
"I want to, Mick" Ian said with happiness. He wanted nothing more. Sure, he was nervous, but who wouldn't be? "Just kinda walk me through it, k?"
"Anything you want" Mickey answered.
The redhead was so turned on at how patient Mickey was being with him. He could almost taste Mickey inside of him, if that was even possible. "Touch me" Ian wispered.
Mickey almost didn't hear him until Ian grabbed his hand and wrapped it around his cock. "Stroke me".
Mickey did as he was asked and began slowly stroking the redhead underneath him. Seductivley, Ian popped the top off of the lube open with his teeth and squirted a good amount onto the head of his cock, helping he older boy out.
Ian didnt know how to be a bottom. He didn't have the slightest idea, and Mickey could tell. "I'm going to slick up a few fingers" Mickey carefully stated.
Ian swallowed the saliva that had built up in his mouth and nodded. As Mickey slicked his fingers with the lube Ian poured over him, he gently pushed Ian's legs open for easier access. Mickey could feel Ian tremble and could feel his pulse race faster and faster.
"Ian, look at me. Breath. I won't hurt you" he said lovingly. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No. Please don't" the redhead quickly nodded.
Mickey could still see that his young boyfriend was scared, so he pushed him self in between his legs and glided his body along Ian's, up his torso, until he reached his face.
"We can take this as slow as you want" Mickey whispered as he kissed the beautiful redhead below him.
They passionately made out for a few minutes, their tongues tracing the inside of each others cheeks, memorizing every scar and every taste bud, until Ian lifted his hips, pushing Mickey to his knees.
Ian took Mickey's sticky watermelon slicked fingers into his mouth, reactivating the lube, and let Mickey know he was ready. "Make love to me" he wispered, biting at Mickey's jaw.
Mickey nodded and nibbled at Ian's neck, pushing him back down into the bed. "It will hurt less with you on your back" he explained. "When we start, just wrap your legs around my hips and lock your ankles."
Ian nodded to let Mickey know he heard him. "Ok"
"Lay flat and bend your knees up. Flatten your feet to the bed." The older boy told him. "Get comfortable. "
Ian was compliant and did as he was told. Mickey sat up inbetween the red heads feet and placed both hands on the younger boys knees and spread his legs apart. One, so he could fit his body between him and two, so that it would be easier for Mickey to access Ian's prostate. "Have you stretched your self before? " Mickey asked caringly.
"Yea, when I Uh...when I jerk off" the red head nervously laughed.
"Ok, then this won't be too bad. Just relax and don't clench" Mickey laughed. "If you clench, it will hurt like fuck".
Ian nodded and swallowed the lump in his throat. Mickey pushed himself inbetween his boyfriend's legs, and meet him face to face.
"I love you" Mickey whispered before he locked his lips to his boyfriend's. The redhead could feel himself relax more and more as he wrapped his arms around the older boy.
Mickey kissed from Ian's lips, to his neck and then to his chest, licking his nipple and playfully tweaking the other.
Ian arched his back and a small moan escaped his partially dried lips. Mickey kissed further down, to the redheads hips and nibbled each hip bone. Ian's hips were very sensitive and Mickey got extremly Horny just looking at them, even when they weren't having sex.
He traced his tongue around his bellybutton straight down to where the base of his dick met his pelvic bone. Mickey knew he was doing a great job setting the mood; Ian had his hands tangled in the brunettes hair, guiding him to where he wanted him, moaning supportive encouragement. It didn't matter that the words were incoherant. Mickey licked a fat slow line up Ian's shaft, to the top of his cock, taking the top of his dick into his mouth; his tongue softly abusing his slit.
"SHIT" Ian moaned, tearing away his left hand and grabbing the sheet next to his head for support. If the floor were to give way, he would have no idea.
Mickey breathed his hot breath on Ian's balls, catching his attention. It was a good thing Ian could read Mickey's mind through his eyes, When Ian looked down to his boyfriend, he gulped and nodded. Both boys were ready for the biggest step in their relationship. Mickey was going to make love to the man he has barred his soul to.
The older boy grabbed the lube from the side of Ian's hip and popped the lid open, the smell of watermelon filling his senses as he squirted some onto his fingers. Both boys took a deep breath and Mickey slowly inserted a finger into Ian's puckered hole.
Ian had always found it pleasureable when he fingered himself, but Mickey doing it made his already hard cock even harder. "Let me know if it hurts, ok?" Mickey asked.
"Keep going" Ian moaned.
Mickey kept a slow and steady pace as he placed another finger into Ian, stretching him open a little more. Ian hissed and Mickey stopped thrusting his fingers.
"No no no" Ian protested. It wasn't painful. It felt fucking amazing. Maybe a little uncomfortable, but not painful.
Mickey grinned and began slowly thrusting his fingers again, and started sissoring them. Ian began flailing his body around, pushing his body further down Mickey's fingers. Ian didnt hear when Mickey told him he was going to insert another finger.
His back flew off the bed and a pleasureable scream escaped his throat. Mickey chuckled as he pushed the redheads legs further apart. Ian moved with ease and Mickey knew he was more than ready.
"I'm going to stop now so that I can lube up, Kay?" Mickey said, letting Ian know why he was stopping. He wanted talk Ian through it and let him know that he would be gentle.
When he pulled his fingers out, Ian sighed. He felt empty. It was the most empty feeling he had ever felt. His eyes shot open just in time to see the brunette boy slicking him self up with lube. He shot up and pulled the older boy to him, crashing their lips together. Ian pulled the older boy back down to the bed with him, their dicks rubbing together, causing way more friction than should be legal.
Without thinking, as it should be, Ian wrapped his legs around Mickey's hips and motioned for Mickey to get on with it.
With Ian's lips attached to his, clinging on to him, Mickey lifted his hips and aligned him self up to Ian.
"Ready?" He asked the redhead.
"Ready" Ian answered.
"Take in a deep breath" Mickey huffed out.
As Ian inhaled, Mickey slowly pushed himself into his boyfriend, moaning at the sensation of feeling Ian on his hard cock. "Ffff" Mickey moaned as Ian pulled him closer to him.
Ian yelped in pleasure, feeling himself stretch around the man he loved. The man he wanted to grow old with. The man he wanted to share his life with.
"You ok? " Mickey asked as soon as he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Ian nodded and pulled Mickey into him, causing him to push deeper into the younger boy. "Never better" He wispered.
Mickey crashed his lips into Ian's once again and began slowly thrusting into him. Mickey did this crazy circular motion with his hips and collided his body into Ians, finding the redheads prostate.
"Holy mother of god" Ian punched out. "Do that again."
The older boy knew he was in the clear and Ian was passed the initial pain. He could now have his way with the younger boy beneath him.
With several more thrusts of his hips, he had Ian shaking and trembling with pleasure.
Ian held his breath and his head bent back add he started stroking himself. "Harder" He cried, His orgasm quickly approaching.
Mickey stopped mid thrust and Ian latched his fingers into his back, causing him to arch his back.
"Ssssffffff" Mickey hissed. "What the fuck was that for? "
"Make me come" Ian demanded. He knew now why Mickey was so demanding. The pleasure was too much. He needed a release.
Mickey grinned a evil grin and pounded in to his boyfriend. Not as hard as he liked, but hard enough for Ian; hard enough for it being his first time bottoming.
Three hours and several orgasms later, the boys were cuddled in each other's arms utterly drenched in sweat from making love all afternoon.
The older boy began drawing circles on his lover's chest, looking into his eyes and with the most sincere voice, he said "I, Mickah James Milkovich am completely in love with you Ian Gallagher. As scary as this shit is, I would rather be scared and be with you then not and not fucking be with you. I know that shit sounds fucking cliché, but it's true. There's no one like you and I want you to know that I'm 100% yours." He kissed his lover's lips, cheek, the redhead's hand that was laying on his chest and laid his head into the redheaded boys chest. He soon drifted to sleep in his arms, but not before he heard Ian's voice. "Marry me, Mick."
All Ian could think about was those words that he whispered to Mickey while he was sleeping in his arms.
"Marry me Mick" rang in his head as he was trying to file some paperwork in his office. 'How am I going to bring this up to Mick while he's awake' he thought to himself. "Fuck I can't do this right now I need to work out." he said out loud.
He opened his locker that was located in the right corner of his office and pulled out a blue tank top, red shorts, boxing tape and his boxing gloves. He locked his office door then started unbuttoning his collared shirt. He pulled it off then grabbed a hanger from his locker and hung it up. Once he finished hanging up his shirt he began to unbuckle his belt and pants.
As he was pulling them off, he couldn't get this one thing off his mind, this fucking Dawson kid. "I'ma fuck this kid up when I see him I swear" he thought to himself. For some reason he couldn't the guy off of his mind.
Mickey was miserable at home, not getting out of bed since his meeting with his counceler. He could feel his blood boil in anger, so he quickly put on his workout shoes, ankle socks and his boxing tape. He locked up his locker, grabbed his boxing gloves then headed out of his office.
He made his way up to the second floor where the boxing rooms were, and went into one of the empty rooms. He found an available punching bag in the back of the room, so he went and stood in front of it. He quickly put on his boxing gloves then cracked his neck while staring at the bag like it was the Dawson kid in front of him.
He took his boxing stance and thought about what Mickey had told him about the kid. "Fucking asshole" he thought as he threw a quick hard right jab at the punching bag. He ducked and then threw a left jab at the punching bag, thinking of Mickey walking in on him getting fucked by two other guys. The fans in the room barely seemed like they were blowing and mixed with his intense infuriation he got hot quickly. He couldn't take it so he ripped his tank top over his head and posted up again, this time lunging more towards the bag and he held his fists directly in front of his face. He ducked again threw two right jabs and then a left one. 'I'm going to fucking kill you' he thought as he hit the bag, over and over again.
He could feel the rage rising even higher as he began playing back in his head the love of his life screaming, passing out, laid up in the hospital, trembling and crying.
All of a sudden, the redhead just started throwing ferocious blows from every angle, level and standpoint, huffing and puffing between blows. He didn't know what this Dawson kid looked like, but Ian knew it didn't matter because he knew he had hands.
"Who thea fuck does this kid think he is?" he asked aloud in the empty room. He struck the punching bag twice with each fist making sure the last punch was harder than the last. "Fucking piece of shit" he yelled as he karate kicked the top of the bag, knocking one of the chains loose.
All Ian could see at this point was red and he could feel his body temperature raidiating. "You wanna fuck MY Mick over then try to get him back? We'll see about that, BITCH!" he said as he uppercut the punching bag knocking it completely off the chain and sending it flying across the room.
The bag barely missed the glass wall that was mirroring the redhead. His face was completely red with fury, his arm, chest muscles were completely inflated and shoulder muscles were completely aroused. His shorts had now fallen below his waist exposing the "v" dip in his muscles.
Out of breath, he threw his head back closing his eyes as the fluorescent lights reflected off his ripped pecks and twelve packed abs. His employee Devon saw all of this from the glass windows outside the room.
He couldn't make out what his boss was saying, but whatever it was he knew someone had pissed him off. He had never seen the redhead so angry in all the three years he had been working for Ian so it startled him. He was afraid to open the door as he saw his boss picking up the punching bag that he had just pummeled off the chains.
"Hey um sir..." he hesitated as he walked through the glass doors. "Are you alright?" he asked.
"No" he responded under his breath, still angry.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's wrong?" he asked, concerned.
"My boyfriend fell sick last week." Ian said, taking a drink from his water bottle
"I could have sworn you were..." Devon started.
"Yeah well I don't broadcast my business to everyone" the redhead snarled while wiping sweat off his forehead with his arm.
"Well, it's ok boss I won't say anything. I don't broadcast my sexuality either. Being Gay is almost a death wish. "
Ian turned his head and looked at the guy across theroom with one curious raised eyebrow.
"Yeah I know I come off straight. I flirt with girls, but I like guys" the younger boy said while nervously giggling. "So is your boyfriend ok?"
"I don't know" Ian said as he sat on a bench not far from where he stood. "He's been to himself a lot lately and I can't seem to get him to get out the bed let alone our bedroom" Ian replied, seemingly calmer than he was a few minutes before.
"Well when is the last time ya'll been out together just the two of you" Devon asked genuinely concerned.
"Honestly it has been a long time" the redhead stated while he removed his gloves.
"Then you should take him out on a date to dinner and movie or something" the blond, green eyed boy replied.
The older boy took a deep breath, shook his head then said "Yeah that sounds like a good idea, thanks D."
"No problem, boss" the younger boy replied as he walked out the room.
Right before he was completely out the door the redhead replied "I told you to call me Ian."
The blond laughed to himself, stood straight up, saluted and said "Yes sir!" as he closed the door behind him as he left the room.