Ian became slightly nervous and Mickey was real fidgety with his hands as the couple made their way up the stairs. The twosome took a deep breath, looked at each other then entered the building. They quickly got in line so that they could get through the extremely long line in an adequate amount of time. After about twenty minutes of waiting, their number was finally called.
"Number 15?" the older lady asked signaling them to a desk. "I need you two to fill out this paperwork then we can get this process started" she proceeded.
"You ready for this Mick?" Ian replied taking a deep breath and nervously looking at his fiancé.
"Yeah, I couldn't be more sure of anything in my life" the brunette replied smiling at the beautiful redhead.
"it will be 75 dollars please" the woman said, holding her hand out.
Mickey handed her his credit card and In began fidgeting like an excited child on Christmas morning.
"Read and then sign this for me please" she responded, passing the paperwork to the older boy. Once he signed the paperwork he smugly slid the paperwork over to the younger boy.
Ian couldn't figure out why his fiancé was smiling until he read the paperwork that was in front of him. He realized that it was happening, that it wasn't a dream anymore.
"Good luck to you both." the woman said, handing them their paperwork.
The boys were grinning as they walked out of the building hand in hand. Ian finally broke the silence.
"Mick, we have our fucking MARRIAGE LICENSE!" he said excitedly.
Mickey laughed as he squeezed his fiance's hand. "Fuck Yeah we do"
After a brief argument a few days after the Halloween party, Mickey reluctantly agreed to have the nuptials in the Southside.
"It's who we are, Mick. It's where we are from" was Ian's argument. "My family is there. Your…sister… is there. Or at least she used to be. Come on. For me?" The redhead cried as he stuck his bottom lip out in a fake upset.
Mickey couldn't take it. He grabbed Ian in for a kiss to wipe that stupid look off his face, and tugged at the pink pouty lip Ian offered. He knew he couldn't say no.
"Ok. Fine. But as long as it's in your part of the neighborhood. Mine has too many bad memories." He groaned.
Ian jumped around in excitement for a week. He googled catering companies, DJ's, photographer and bakers to help get a jump on things, but they needed a specific date before anyone would even consider talking to them.
"Ugh" Ian moaned as he threw his pen down. "This is fucking bullshit"
"What? The fact that you can't take your nose out of the computer at 3:30 in the morning, or that you can't shut up and let me sleep?" Mickey asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"They want a date. They all want a fucking date. Even for a fucking quote!" Ian exasperated.
Mickey sat up, took the computer away from his fiancé's lap and placed it onto the floor.
"Maybe you needa take your mind off it for a while. I can help ya know!" He said devilishly, climbing into the redheads lap.
"Mick, I don't have time. This has to get done. We need to set a date." Ian said trying unsuccessfully to push the older man off of him.
Mickey's shoulders dropped and his face twisted into a slight look of hurt. Mickey had never been turned down. Ian was always in the mood. He rolled off of Ian's thighs and the sheet tightened around his legs and hips. Ian could see his boner slowly subside under the tight silk.
"We need to set a date Mick. We have been engaged for 3 months and I want nothing more than to hurry the fuck up and be your husband!" Ian said, tossing his notepad down next to the laptop and closing the lid.
He turned back to Mickey, who was lying flat on his back with his arms behind his head.
"Well, how do you pick a date?" Mickey questioned.
"Well, it's gotta be important to both of us. A day that typically means nothing to anyone else." Ian sighed and he cuddled into Mickey's chest.
"What about May 30th?" Mickey asked after a while of silence.
Ian smiled and looked up at the older boy.
"Do you realize what day that is?" The redhead asked.
Of fucking course Mickey knew what the day was.
"It's the day were getting married" he said, staring at the Television.
"Mick, it's the day we met" Ian said, grinning ear to ear.
"No its not" Mickey replied.
"Yes Mick. Chris and I went to the club cause we had just graduated college. We went to celebrate. You came home with me that night." Ian said, reminding Mickey.
"Hmm guess it is" Mickey said simply, hiding his smirk.
"May 30th then" Ian smiled as he kissed his fiancé.
Mickey nodded into the kiss and pulled the redhead onto his lap.
With both hands around his waist, Ian wrapped his arms around the older boy's neck and started to grind seductively into his lap.
Mickey pushed his hands up Ian's freckled skin and slowly removed his shirt, quickly breaking the contact of the redheaded boy biting and sucking his bottom lip.
Once Ian's shirt was off, Ian pulled Mickey's back from the wooden backboard and removed his shirt, locking his teeth back instantly to the familiar lip.
Mickey rubbed at Ian's nipples with his thumbs and the redhead ground harder into his fiancé, moaning at the friction.
"Lose the boxers" Mickey huffed out, pulling at the offending article of clothing.
As Ian stood up over the brunette man to pull his boxers off, Mickey removed his as he watched the redhead strip above him.
Ian removed his boxers painfully slow, causing Mickey to grunt in pleasurable discomfort.
"Hurry the fuck up" Mickey retorted, looping his hands in the legs of the boxers, forcing Ian to loosen his grasp.
Ian smiled down at his beau, and took a stronger grasp of the waistband, pulling them back up, just enough to where his balls hung free.
With his freckled right hand, Ian pulled Mickey's head to his crotch, forcing the older man to take all of his length into his mouth, gagging him.
Mickey's eyes instantly grew 10 times brighter as they formed puffy red lines and tears threatened to escape.
With his hand on the back of his head, Ian and the older boy's eyes locked, as Mickey began licking and sucking on the cock that blocked his airways. Gagging had never been such a turn on for either boy.
Ian began bucking his hips, meeting the older boy's bobs. Hushed moans escaped as neither man broke eye contact.
Mickey softly cupped his hands around the younger boy's balls, massaging them between his fingers as he fastened the pace of his hips, fucking the older boy's mouth, faster and faster.
"Up" Ian moaned as he pulled away from the cock hungry boy below him, stepping off of the bed.
The older boy jumped out of the bed and bent over the side, his now naked ass floating proudly in the air as the tip of his dick tickled his stomach.
Ian rummaged through their table and pulled out a bottle of lube.
"Fuck Gallagher, get on me already" Mickey cried, already stroking himself.
Ian laughed as he pressed his oily finger inside the brunette man below him.
"Skip it" Mickey moaned seductively.
Ian smiled again as he twisted his finger inside the brunette and pulled out. He squirted more than the necessary amout of lube into his hand and stroked himself a few times before he lined himself up and entered his lover's tight, puckered entrance.
Mickey moaned out in ecstasy as Ian blissfully hissed at the feeling of Mickey around his sensitive skin. It was electric. Ian was fucking horny and Mickey was being fucking needy.
"Fuck yes" Mickey moaned as he stroked himself harder. "Faster Ian" he whispered into the sheets.
Hearing his name was enough to make him want to spill over, but he wanted to give Mickey what he wanted. So, he fucked the older boy harder, their skin burning as it slapped together.
With one hand on the older boy's hip, Ian snaked his other hand up the older boy's spine until it met the back of his neck.
To keep them both grounded, Ian wrapped his long fingers around the base of the older man's neck, pulling him closer to the base of his cock.
Mickey was almost in tears as the redhead fastened his pace, taking no remorse for the pleasure he was about to release from the older man below him.
Mickey let go of his cock and twisted his hands into the sheets, pulling himself into the mattress as Ian hit his prostate over and over again.
Mickey let out muffled screams as he came. His vision went black and he lost all feeling in his legs as Ian slowed his pace as he came, moaning his boyfriend's name. A few strokes later and Ian filled Mickey with electric shocks as he came, grunting.
After a few moments, Ian rolled off of the older man, onto the other side of him, both pair oflegs dangling off of the edge of the bed.
"Fuck that was insane" Mickey laughed after he caught his breath.
Ian laughed as he rolled into his back, placing his hand over his racing heart.
"Fucking Christ!" Ian huffed.
Who knew picking a wedding date could lead to earth shattering, mind blowing sex?
Almost two weeks had passed since they set their wedding date. Things only became hectic and rushed, full of planning every day. Both boys had taken a week of personal time off from work so that they could get things together and get things booked.
"Holy fuck" Mickey said nervously to himself as he rubbed his eyebrow. He was pacing back and forth in the Gallagher kitchen. How did they get into this? All of the Gallaghers were running to and from room to room, and shops to shops getting ready for the wedding, while he was left panicking in the kitchen.
Ian walked in through the back door with boxes in his hands; decorations.
"Everything ok babe?" Ian questioned, eyeing the pacing and panicky Milkovich.
"I can't….. Breathe" Mickey tried to push out, but everything pushed his body to the floor. He was definitely having a panic attack.
Ian dropped his boxes onto the table and ran over to his fiancé before he fell to the floor. He slowly helped him sit down, his back to the fridge.
"It's ok Mick. Breath. Inhale deep, exhale slowly" the redhead said.
Mickey's heart rate started to decrease the moment the redhead touched him. He did as he was told. He took in a deep slow breath and slowly blew it out. He repeated the process several times while Ian rubbed his back in a circular motion. It was a technique Mickey's doctor showed
him. It always helped.
"What's wrong?" Ian questioned.
Mickey buried his head in his hands between his knees as he felt his panic attack deflate.
"All this planning. I can't take it. It's driving me insane! Why can't we just do it now? Why can't we just get married now?" He questioned.
"Mick! I know! I'm stressed too. I've been dealing with all kinds of homophobic pricks and women who stick their noses up at us because of the location. But we got this! We can do this together" Ian said.
Mickey caught his breath and stood up, pulling the redhead up with him.
"Come on Ian. Let's go. Let's get married. Now!" Mickey said excitedly. "The city hall is just a short drive and this can all be over!"
"But Mick, we agreed that Southside…" Ian started.
"Technically, the city hall is Southside!" Mickey expressed. "I've already looked into it. You have to call and make an appointment. They normally have things ready for the next day. Let's just go!" He finished exasperated. "I want to marry you now!"
Ian smiled and pulled Mickey into a tight embrace.
"Okay. Let's get married" Ian whispered.
Mickey called the city hall to make a reservation for the next day and Ian called the girls to let them know. The plan was that they would all four meet at the city hall, and the girls would call Fiona. There was no way Ian or Mickey was going to break the news. She would dig both of their graves and dance on them after she buried them.
After everything was set and ready, and the Gallaghers all got home, they sat at the table for dinner. Debbie was on something about the price of flowers, Carl was blabbing on about a stray cat him and little Hank chased around, shooting with a pellet gun that they had found and Fiona sat at the end of the table with her hand folded under her chin, enjoying her entire family being at the table. Lip and his girlfriend were sucking face and Liam was drawing in his ketchup. Mickey sat there, forgetting about his food, playing footsy with Ian under the table.
As dinner wrapped up, Kev, Veronica and their "tomorrow child" Dante came barreling through the door, with beer and plastic cups.
"Let's party, bitches!" Kev exclaimed.
"I can't believe my baby is getting married" Veronica squealed, wrapping her arms around Ian's neck and kissing his cheek.
"Hey now, back off. He is practically married already" Fiona laughed.
"Don't worry Mick, I won't convert him" She laughed, hugging the brunette.
"Are you gonna have a really awesome heavy metal band play at your wedding, Ian?" Carl asked, clanking his fork and knife together.
"Carl, stop it!" Fiona demanded, taking the utensils away from him. He huffed and crossed his arms together, pouting as he leaned back into the broken wooden chair.
Kevin opened a bottle of beer as lip and his girlfriend disappeared upstairs.
"You're gonna have the reception at the Alibi, right Ian?" He asked.
"Well, umm…" The boys stared at each other. "We're actually thinking about having it in the backyard" Mickey answered.
"What? Noooo! Lame! I've been giving the both of you alcohol since ya'll were 10!"
"You WHAT?!" Fiona asked.
"Nothing, you're hearing shit" Kev laughed.
"Yeah, that's what I thought" Fiona laughed as she drank her beer.
"For real, assholes, you're having the party at the Alibi. That's finale" Kev demanded. He had been wanting to throw a party for a while, and it was the perfect excuse. Plus, it would have been really upsetting if they didn't.
Ian huffed and he and Mickey shared a silent conversation. The redhead smiled as Mickey took his hand and they told Kevin that they would have the party at his bar.
"Fuck yea! Party!" Kev exclaimed happily as he drank his beer and casually walked away.
The boys smiled and shared a quick kiss, invisible to everyone else at the table.
After a few beers, Ian began to yawn and stretch his arms, signaling to his fiancé he was ready for bed.
"Alright alright" Mickey laughed. "Let's go."
Ian stood up and kissed Debbie on her cheek and hugged Fiona goodnight and the boys made their way up to Ian's old room. Carl was sleeping on the couch for the night and Liam was at a sleepover, so he wasn't going to be home. The room was just Ian and Mickey's for the night.
As the boys made their way towards the bedroom, Ian grabbed Mickey's hand and gently squeezed while flashing his famous grin. Mickey smiled back and opened the bedroom door for them to enter.
As the boys took their clothes off and laid in the small bed, Ian rested his head on Mickey's chest and wrapped their legs together.
"I can't believe were getting married tomorrow" the redhead whispered, rubbing his hand through the little bit of hair that grew on Mickey's chest.
Mickey wrapped his arm around Ian tighter and pulled him in closer. "Neither can I" he whispered back, kissing his fiancé on his head.