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Mickey was 19 and about to finish high school, he took an extra round somewhere in between. He didn't really care about school. He didn't care about graduation and he wasn't in the mood for finding a job.
What for?
He didn't mean to leave the Southside or his house and his life style worked out for him so far. He sold drugs with his brothers, threatened a few people and hung out with his best friend.
His best friend was Ian Gallagher.
The little brother of a classmate. After Mickey went to juvie he needed to get a job and Ian offered to ask his boss if he could work in the store with him.
It was the only legal job Mickey ever had and he actually enjoyed it.
He had to stock shelves, which he didn't mind, but basically his job was to keep people from stealing - his legal job was to threaten and scare people! He loved it.
Ian and Mickey hung out at work and then after work and then started meeting for random stuff, to get high or sneak into baseball games.
Mickey was not the nicest student and occasionally displayed the humour of a 14 year old.
During the break he and Ian snuck into his classroom and painted a huge dick on the blackboard to annoy their english teacher Mrs Davies.
They weren't in the same classes together, since Ian was a year under Mickey, but they both had Mrs Davies in English and found her annoying.
When class started a few minutes later, Mickey came in together with all the other students and sat down at his desk.
Mrs Davies came in in her tight, almost inappropriate, red skirt, her shiny dark hair fell over her shoulders - she was without a doubt the prettiest teacher in school, though she was almost 40. She greeted the students and then turned to the blackboard.
Now, Mrs Davies wasn't a great choice for a prank, she always seemed cool and collected and was very sharp tongued, not hesitating to eat up her students.
"Who did this?", she asked and pointed at the huge dick, "No one? As usual. Well, whoever it was, I give you a C, you forgot the shadows completely and it's very far from a realistic approach. Especially since the student who drew this doesn't only have the humour and drawing skills of a toddler, he also clearly feels like he needs to compensate something, which means the actual dick of the artist probabaly", she took the chalk and a rag and rubbed the drawing of the shaft away until just one inch of it was left and then she drew the tip of the dick back on it, "Looks like this. Because only small dicked losers need to direct the attention to penises all the time in order to fill the void in them left by the fact that they for the love of god are not able to please a woman."
She ended and stared at the boys.
The entire classroom started laughing - except Mickey.
Mrs Davies noticed this, smirked and then cleaned the blackboard before starting her lesson.
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"She called me small dicked loser!", Mickey complained to Ian afterwards at the store. He was still furious.
Ian had to chuckle, "Don't listen to her, Mick, she just wanted to get back at you for painting the dick on the blackboard."
"I don't have a small dick", Mickey growled.
"I never said you did. Though I never saw it, I can't tell."
Mickey rolled his eyes, "Your gay ass is just looking for an excuse to look at my dick."
Ian smirked, "I wouldn't mind. If you want to, I could measure it with my tongue", he stuck out his tongue and touched the tip of his nose with it.
"Fuckhead", Mickey chuckled, he knew Ian was gay pretty much from the beginning and he was glad that they were at a point in their friendship where they could joke about Ian's sexuality.
"Stupid Mrs Davies. She also said I can't pleasure women. The fuck does she know? I should fuck her to prove her wrong."
"She's married, you are aware of that, right?"
"So?"
Ian shook his head, "You are really something. Why do you have to prove to her that you can pleasure women. Who cares what she thinks? If I would say, you can't pleasure men, would you freak out too?"
Mickey crossed his arms in front of his chest, "I bet I could if I wanted to."
Ian chuckled, "You would suck a dick?"
"No", he shook his head, "But I could fuck a dude."
"You think you would be a top? With that ass?"
"If you stare much longer you gonna have to pay.", Mickey said, he came over to the counter behind which Ian was sitting and put his arms on the counter, "I bet I could top you. And you would like it."
Ian looked at him and started laughing, "Yeah, right, Mick, I'm a top. I'm not letting anyone top me. Especially no bubble butt like you."
"You, a top? You got fucked by the old owner of this place."
Ian smirked and shook his head, "I fucked him."
Mickey chuckled, "Damn, I knew that dude had issues but that he let a 15 year old top him? Shit", he laughed, Ian laughed too.
"Hmm, he thought he was a top too, until he had me. If I would top you, Mickey, I bet you'd never want to do anything else than bottoming again in your life."
Mickey scoffed, "You wish. What do you think you are? Some sort of gay sex god? I could top you better than you could top me."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Then let's bet on it."
Mickey looked at him with raised eyebrows, "What?"
"I fuck you, you fuck me. We decide who was better."
"Okay", Mickey raised his hands, "Stop with the jokes. I'm not gay."
Ian rolled his eyes "I know you're not gay. I'm not trying to turn you, Mickey. But if you're so desperate to prove to me you would be the better top, I'm in."
Mickey just laughed it off and Ian laughed too, pretending it was just a joke and Mickey went to the other side of the store to stock a shelf.
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Around a week later, Ian and Mickey were in the store again. The conversation about being the better top was still on Mickeys mind for some goddamn reason.
Ian was an attractive person. Mickey wasn't gay, but... he felt like he had to prove to at least someone that he was good in bed, that he could fuck and pleasure people. And showing this to Ian was probably easier than showing it to his teacher.
He took a deep breath, walked up to the counter and slammed his hands down on it. Ian looked up at him surprised.
"Deal.", he said.
"Deal?", Ian asked confused.
"I fuck you, you fuck me. Let's see who is the better top."
Ian smiled, "Mick, you don't have to prove anything to me. I know you're not gay, you don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"I said, deal. Are you free tonight?"
Ian stared at him stunned, "Uhm, yes, I mean, my house is packed, where exactly do you plan on doing this?"
Mickey shrugged, "High school bleachers. 10 o'clock. Bring a blanket, your turn to bottom first."