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Ian loved his life. He wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. Or, that is what he had thought 2 hours before. That was before he had seen that beautiful man. He didn’t know who he was, but damn he was hot. Ian had always thought of himself as straight until very recently, and being this in love with a man he didn’t even know already, well that was a surprise to say the least. He always felt as if he may never feel this way about anyone because the amount of effort it took him to not be in denial about being gay was tremendous. He also didn’t know if the other man was gay as well, or even into dudes at all. But he needs not to focus on him. He will probably never see that man again, with his muscular chest and his short frame. His dirty, brown hair, and his piercing ocean blue eyes. Why can’t he get his mind off of him? He only saw him for 30 seconds, and they didn’t even have an interaction. He can’t focus on that now, he has to pay attention to Mr. Grey giving all of them a lecture on the importance of symbolism in all the novels they have read this year. But no matter how hard he tries, Ian can’t manage to pay attention to his lecture for the life of him. He just keeps coming back to that man, his strong, muscular arms setting multiple fantasies in play in his head. What he would do to the man if he had a chance. God, he is so in love with a man he has never even spoken to. And he will likely never see him again.
He was continuing on in his fantasy when suddenly Mr. Grey interrupts his thoughts with the question, “What do you feel about symbolism in the novels that we have read, Mr. Gallagher?”
Fuck, Ian thought, I haven’t been paying attention and he noticed. What should I say? Ian then responded by saying, “I feel that symbolism has been very important in all of the novels that we have read this year.”
Mr. Grey instantly responds with, “If you aren’t going to pay attention in class, at least act like you are. You are being very obvious, you have no clue what we are talking about.”
The bell then rang, saving Ian from further humiliation at the hands of his English teacher. He then started his walk towards geometry. He had always struggled with the concepts, and math in general. He had been getting extra tutoring from his brother, Lip, but he wasn’t entirely sure it was helping him anymore. He still was barely getting a C, and he needed to be doing better if he wanted to get into West-Point. He is thinking about how much he hates geometry when his best friend, Mandy Milkovich, scares him in the hallway.
Ian says, “You can’t just sneak up on me and scare me like that. The fact that you manage to be so stealthy while doing that is terrifying.”
Mandy responds by saying, “You know you love when I scare you. And anyways, how was English?”
Ian then stares blankly, “Alright, but I saw this really hot dude on my way walking to school. He was so strong in the chest, and had super muscular arms.”
Mandy responds by saying, “Was he really hot or did he just look new and foreign?”
Ian then flips her the bird and runs to geometry. The entire way there he is fantasizing about that mysterious man that he saw on his way to school. When he first walks into geometry he is floored. First off, his math teacher Mr. Johnson was actually standing at the front of the class, a rare occasion for the man who put in the minimal amount of effort he could to get his paycheck. Second off, the mystery man was there sitting to the desk on the left of where Ian normally sits. I am so lucky, Ian says internally. He then takes his seat, the bell ringing a second later.
Mr Johnson then says, “Hello everyone I would like you guys to continue working on the paragraph proofs you have been working on with the person on your left or right."
Ian looks to his left and there is the mystery man. Ian speaks to him before he has the chance, saying, “Did you transfer here recently? I don’t feel like I recognize you.”
The man then says, “Yeah, I just transferred here today, it’s my first day. My name is Brian. What is your name?”
Ian responds almost instantly saying, “My name is Ian. Where are you from? We should really get to know each other. We should probably find somewhere to work on this because I have no clue what we are doing.”
Brian then responds, “Fuck, I’m also really bad at math. I’m from Seattle, my parents are stock brokers and we moved here because I wanted to move to a new town and go to public school. What are you doing after school? I would love to hang out and work on math.”
Ian very hastily responds by stating, “Yeah, I would love to work after school with you on this. Want to come to my house after school?”
Brian then says, “Yes, I would love that. Makes me feel like a normal kid for once.”
Ian then starts asking the personal questions. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
Brian responds, “No, You?”
Ian then says, “Nope.”
Then, the bell to tell them to get out of class goes off. Ian and Brian exchange phone numbers before going off to their other classes. Ian is so excited to work on math with this guy ;).

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When walking out the front doors of the school, Ian feels his phone buzz. He looked at his phone and felt a surge of joy run through him.

Unknown Number: Hey Ian, this is Brian. Where are you at?

God he never thought he would be this flustered just from a text. He then quickly responded that he was at the front of the school. Then, he sees Brian speed walking around the corner. He met Brian halfway, and they started walking towards Ian’s house. They had walked almost 3 blocks in complete silence before Ian finally started the conversation.
He said, “So what neighborhood do you live in?”
Brian responded by saying, “North-side, but we just moved in like a week and a half ago. How about you? Where do you live?”
Ian responded, “South-side, born and raised. Lived here my whole life. How was it living in Seattle? Did you ever get jumped? Is it as rainy as everyone says?”
Brian takes a second to process all the questions, before responding, “It was nice living in Seattle. It was rainy the majority of the time, but when it wasn’t it was the most beautiful place I have ever seen. I never got jumped, but that is because I never walked anywhere. It is a very dangerous place to be walking, similar to walking in downtown Chicago.”
Ian says, “It’s really not that dangerous when you know where not to walk. I could show you someday where all the sketchy gang corners are?”
Brian stated, “I would love that. How much farther is it until your house?”
Ian then said, “It’s right here.”
He then pointed to a run down house in the middle of the street they were walking down. When Ian and Brian walked in the door, Carl was sitting on the couch watching some stupid horror movie, Debbie was sitting at the kitchen table, playing with one of her dolls while Liam was sitting across from her at the table. Fiona was working on making dinner, what looked to be something supposed to resemble spaghetti, when she noticed that Ian wasn’t alone.
She said, “Hey Ian, who is your friend here?”
Ian responded saying, “Hey Fiona, this is Brian. He is new to our school and we were going to work on math. Where’s Lip?”
Fiona noted that Brian was a tall individual, with a very strong chest. She then said, “Lip is at Karen’s house. You two go work on your math, I’ll yell at you when dinner is done.”
Ian said, “Okay, we’ll be up there if you need us.”
After saying that, Ian and Brian sprint up the stairs together, Fiona smiling and giggling at them acting like five year olds. Ian and Brian go into Ian’s room that he shares with his brothers, and they sit down on Ian’s bed. They both start to pull out their geometry textbooks, when Ian looks at Brian, who is staring at Ian. He looks so beautiful like this, Ian being the only focus in his mind, like he is the only thing to have ever been important to him in life. God that was mesmerizing, making Ian pitch a tent a little bit in his jeans. Fuck, he doesn’t want Brian to make fun of him for it, so he hastily runs to close the door to the room, adjusting himself a little bit on his way back over to the bed. Ian then looks Brian in the eyes, and he sees the lust in Brian’s eyes. Since when have people been interested in him? Suddenly Brian’s lips crashed on Ian’s, roughly pulling Ian into a kiss. Holy shit, Brian was so hot, his hands pulling Ian roughly into his body and making Ian’s pale skin become flushed. Brian started working his hands down Ian’s sides and starting to take Ian’s tight, fitted shirt off. Ian was loving this, making soft little whimpering noises into Brian’s mouth. Brian could do anything he wanted to Ian right now, as long as he kept feeling Ian this way. Ian then starts to work to remove Brian’s shirt. It was an expensive fabric, feeling incredible and luxurious. It was clear from this that his family had a lot of money. Brian then starts his way moving down Ian’s body, giving light kisses to Ian’s jawline and collarbone before settling on his neck, sucking multiple dark marks there that would turn into hickies in the coming hours. But Ian could care less about that, especially when Brian was getting him so hot and bothered, doing everything that he could not to make the loudest, most porn-like moans ever pulled from him. God, he was loving this and Brian was just getting started. Ian wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this before he ended up cumming from just this, he was fighting back every urge to just flip Brian on his stomach and just pound his ass into oblivion. He wasn’t even sure if Brian was a top or a bottom, but Ian truly didn’t care, and was willing to do anything for the man who is kissing him right now. Brian then continues his journey downward, stopping at Ian’s nipples to swirl them around in his mouth and bite at them a bit. God, that felt like heaven! Holy Fuck! He had never felt this much pleasure in his life, and yet he wanted it to stop so he didn’t have an orgasm untouched. His mind was running in circles, unable to decide whether he wants to keep feeling this pleasure, or if he wants it to stop. He had never been this conflicted before! He was right on the edge, then Brian chose to stop.
Instant relief flooded Ian’s body, yet he still felt sad because of the lack of pleasure he was experiencing. His once pale, white skin was now a deep shade of pink, almost as if it understood that if Brian had kept going, he would have been embarrassed for the rest of his life. He then started taking off his belt, slowly, with the help of Brian. Ian is now having a steady stream of moans and whimpers escaping from his lips, showcasing how good he feels to Brian, without actually having to say it. He never knew he could be so submissive, but letting Brian take control felt fucking amazing! He is so horny, his member straining against his jeans, begging to be freed from its fabric prison. Brian starts to fulfill his wishes, starting by unbuttoning Ian’s jeans, then unzipping his pants and pulling them all the way off. He then starts to work on removing Ian’s boxers, pulling them down to his ankles and getting to finally see Ian’s full manhood.
My lord, is he large. He is 9 inches, girthy, with some slight ginger pubes poking out just above the shaft. Brian attempts to take Ian all the way down in one go, but gags when he gets about halfway down. He then has to come up for air, but then, almost instantly, he goes back down and takes him all the way down to the base, holding there. Ian lets out a string of curses, followed by a muffled moan, from his own hand. Suddenly, they hear someone enter the room, and they try to get away from each other and get their clothes back on, but it’s too late. Fiona is standing there, astonished by the scene she has walked in on.
She then says, “Dinner is done, get down here when you guys are done. Brian, feel free to stay for dinner.”
Instantly, Brian is running, sprinting down the stairs, skipping the last 5 steps. He then runs out the back door, jumping the fence into another backyard and disappearing into the night, leaving Ian running down the stairs, speechless, astonished. He is so surprised by the sudden change of attitude from Brian. Not to mention, Fiona was still here, and he hadn’t told her that he was gay. Fuck, now Brian was probably never going to want to talk to him again. Fuck, he doesn’t know what to do. What if he never sees Brian again? Who else would do stuff like that to him, in South-side Chicago? He then starts to break down, falling to the floor and crying. Carl and Debbie try to come and comfort him, but Fiona tells them to go upstairs with Liam so she and Ian can have a talk. Fiona just lays down on the floor next to Ian for a minute, before attempting to start a conversation.
She uttered the words, “You know I love you Ian, right? I love you no matter what, or who you’re into. I love you so much. I love you if you’re gay, straight, bi, or anything in between. I will and do love you no matter what, I want you to know that. When you’re ready, you can have some of the spaghetti I made. It’s really good! Is it okay if I just lay here with you until you’ve calmed down?"
Ian didn’t say anything, just nodded his head silently. He just needed her to be near him, and he knew she would love him no matter what. He just wishes that Brian hadn’t run away so quickly, hoping he could understand that nobody cares. He just wished that he had taken the time to listen to what they had to say. Ian layed there for an hour, crying into Fiona’s arms, wishing, hoping Brian would come back. But deep down, Ian knew he wouldn’t come back, nobody ever came back for him. He wished that just this once, just for once in his life, someone would.

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Running had always helped Ian with the stress in his life. Exercise in general actually. It has always been sort of therapeutic to him. He always felt running was the best way of expressing himself. That’s what he is doing at the moment, sprinting down the south-side blocks, enjoying the feeling of the summer breeze on his face. It was hot in Chicago, as is traditional in the middle of July. Ian was super stressed about his entire life. He had finally stopped hoping Brian would come back, not having seen him for months, since that night he ran out of his house. But he had moved on, and was happy without Brian in his life. He didn’t need him, and it made it so he had more time to hang out with Mandy. And Mandy has a brother, Mickey, who is hot. He physically looks so similar to Brian, but god damn is he hotter. He is from the south-side, which Ian finds to be a big plus. But, Ian is pretty sure he is straight, or at least bi. Sucks because he found Mickey’s personality to be so hot to him. He was always such an asshole to him and Mandy, and really didn’t care what people thought. He never thought someone being an asshole could be so attractive, yet it still managed to work for him.
Ian ran around the corner, before coming to a screeching halt. He was super surprised when he ran into Mandy running away from the Milkovich house.
He stops Mandy, then asks, “What happened?”
Mandy, breathless, responded, “My dad is trying to kill Mickey. Apparently he got caught sleeping with this dude from down the block. Please, come quick and try to stop my dad from killing him.”
Ian's heart began to flutter, he was so happy to realize that he might actually have a chance with Mickey. He couldn’t think about that now, though, or else Mickey’s dad might kill Mickey. He quickly sprinted after Mandy, storming into the Milkovich house.
He hears Terry screaming at Mickey, “No son of mine will be a fucking faggot! This is what you get for being a little cock-sucking, bitch.”
He then proceeds to headbutt Mickey, giving him a bloody nose in the process. Ian then runs up behind Terry and pulls him off of Mickey. When Terry starts to get pulled back, he then swings and hits Ian right in the jaw. Ian feels a stinging pain in the right side of his face, so he is pleasantly surprised when Mandy comes up behind Terry and hits him over the head with one of their chairs. Terry is out cold. Ian pushes him off him, and then kicks him in the face, just because he wants Terry to feel it when he wakes up.
He then turns to Mickey and asks, “Are you okay?”
Mickey quickly responds, “Better after both of you just beat the fuck out of this motherfucker. The piece of shit got mad at me because he caught me and Steve sucking each other off in the alleyway outside of the grocery store. But we should probably get out of here before that motherfucker wakes up.”
Ian then sprints out the door and is followed by Mandy and Mickey. They both follow Ian to the Gallagher house, and Fiona is shocked to see that all three came.
She says, “Great to see you Ian, what happened to Mickey? Hold this to your nose.”
She then hands an ice pack to Mickey for his nose, when Ian responds, “Mickey’s dad was beating the fuck out of him for sucking a dudes dick, then me and Mandy got back at him by beating him up and knocking him out. Do you care if they stay here for a while?”
Fiona responds, “No, they can stay here as long as they need to. Did he hit you? Mickey has to stay in the boys room, and Mandy can share a room with Liam and Debbie. Dinner should be done in like ten minutes, you go and help Mickey get cleaned up before dinner.”
Ian then says, “Yeah he hit me, but it was just in the jaw I will be fine. Thanks so much Fiona.”
Ian and Mickey hurry off to the bathroom to get Mickey cleaned up. Ian grabs some rubbing alcohol, before meeting Mickey in the bathroom. When he walks in, Mickey is sitting on the lid of the toilet, head in hand. Ian closes the door behind him, getting ready to start rubbing all the dirt from Mickey’s face. He makes sure Mickey has all the blood off of his face, before starting to clean all the cuts along Mickey's face and chest. The first one he cleans, Mickey wincing from the pain. When Ian tries to wash the next cut, Mickey flips over him and lays on top of Ian. He is laying there, with Ian pinned to the ground.
Mickey then whispers, “You clean another cut, I will make it so you can’t walk for a week.”
Ian looks up at him, astonished, and then flips Mickey around, switching positions with him.
He then quips, “Really because it looks like I’m the one in control right now. I’ll make you a deal though; every cut you let me clean, I will take one piece of clothing off. Deal?”
Mickey then responds in a super hot, husky tone, “How about I just take your clothes off myself, we don’t clean the cuts, and skip the middleman?”
Ian then responds, “No can do sir, you have to get cleaned up before dinner. So do we have a deal?”
Mickey thinks about it for a second, before nodding his head eagerly. Ian then cleans the first of the many cuts all over Mickey’s body, and Mickey flinches and winces but doesn’t fight Ian doing it. Ian then takes off his shirt that showed off his muscular shoulders so well. Mickey then starts to play with Ian’s left nipple, before Ian swats his hand away hastily. Ian knew how much he would love Mickey doing that, but he had to make sure Mickey was cleaned up before dinner. He would make Mickey take a shower after dinner, if worst comes to worst just showering with him to get him to take a shower. He then cleans another cut, taking off his shoes after.
Mickey complained, “Shoes don’t count as one article of clothing, take them and your sock off, they count as one together!!”
Ian obliged and took off his socks along with his shoes. He then cleans the cut on Mickey's shoulder, Mickey making small moaning noises, but still letting Ian do it. Ian then takes off his tight jeans, revealing he is sporting a noticeable tent in his boxers. Ian then cleans the last couple small cuts on Mickey’s body, before taking his boxers off.
Mickey then says, “I love the view Gallagher, but I think we are just gonna have to do a quick handjob because we are supposed to be down eating dinner with your family in like three minutes.”
Mickey quickly strips himself of all of his clothing, revealing his rock hard member, a solid 7 inches, and even girtheir than Ian. Ian starts to play with his cock, while Mickey does the same for him. God, Mickey was incredible at hand jobs.
And then, Mickey leaned close and gave Ian a deep kiss, then saying in a seductive tone, “Come on big boy, you know you love this. You know you want to cum right at this moment. As soon as you felt my rough hands on your cock, you knew you were going to cum quick. You felt the heaven that is my rough fingertips, running up and down your cock. You know that no matter how hard you may try, you will always be so desperate for the feeling of my fingers on your cock.”
He said the last little bit in a deeper and husky tone, sending Ian over the edge. Ropes of Ian’s cum started to land on the mat in the bathroom. It only took Ian a few more tugs at Mickey’s cock, then he was also sent over the edge, ribbons of his cum painting the mat, joining Ian’s. They both sat there for a minute, before getting their clothes back on and running down the stairs, not before they added the floor mat from the bathroom into one of the many laundry baskets upstairs. When they first got down the stairs, Fiona gave them a look, knowingly. Fuck, she already knew that they did something, but if she truly did, she chose not to comment on it.
Fiona said, “Eat up, I made some lasagna.”
Mickey is the first one to dish himself up, commenting, “I fucking love lasagna.” He is then followed by Liam, Carl, Debbie, and Mandy, all getting plenty of food, sometimes a scarcity at the Milkovich house. Ian, Lip, and Fiona then are the last to get themselves food, all sitting at the table or counter, Ian sitting to the left of Mickey and to the right of Mandy.
They are all making pleasant conversation for the majority of the dinner, when Carl feels the need to ruin it by asking Mickey, “Why are you guys here? Is it because your parents kicked you out?”
Mickey sits there, astonished by the question, when Fiona chides Carl for being so insensitive. She then makes Carl apologize, him giving his most insincere, fake apology. Mickey just sits there, unaffected because he had learned not to let little children piss him off. He didn’t even find Carl to be worth the hassle it would take to be mad at him. They all finished eating, then Ian and Mickey did all the dishes together, making jokes at the others expense the entire time. They did quickly finish them because as the saying goes, time flies when you’re having fun. After they finished, they ran up the stairs.
Ian then told Mickey that they both needed to shower, and Mickey responded by saying, “Maybe we should go shower together?”
Ian hastily nodded his head, and ran to turn the water on. He then grabbed two sets of clothing, one for him and one for Mickey, and then when he entered the bathroom, he was awestruck, Mickey standing there looking sexier than ever.
Ian had to say something, “Wow a little eager are we, sexy?”
Mickey responds, “Shut the fuck up Gallagher, strip, and get ready to jump in with me, or I’m just going to finger my ass and make you watch.”
Ian then jokingly says, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Mick.”
After he said that, he started to strip down, and both of them joined in the shower, starting to wash Mickey together. Actually, it was more of Ian washing Mickey, while Mickey was just trying to give Ian some hickies. And Ian was thorough when washing Mickey, to say the least. He made sure that Mickey was clean. He first started by washing his arms and chest. He rubbed the bar of soap all over Mickey’s strong arms and big chest. God damn, that man’s pecs were hot! They were so full and muscular, and they made Ian just want to sit there and bite and pinch at them until he had Mickey a moaning mess and he would have to keep that in his mind for the future, but for now, he needed to make sure Mickey was clean for the night. He rinses off Mickey’s pecks, and Mickey is now kissing his neck super aggressively, attempting to leave hickeys on Ian’s neck. Ian is almost distracted by it, but he continues to wash Mickey, now working on washing his back. Mickey is quite sad he can’t suck any more hickeys into Ian pale, ghostly white skin. Ian attempts to wash Mickey’s back as quickly as possible, but he starts to notice scars on his back. He starts to trace one, then realizes he got distracted. He will ask him about them later. First, he needs to finish cleaning Mickey up. He finished cleaning Mickey’s back, but as soon as he turns Mickey around, Mickey is pulling him into a heated kiss. God, never had the thought of kissing naked in the shower would turn him on so much. But, he would have to finish cleaning Mickey and himself before he would get the chance to address his throbbing cock. He then starts to work on cleaning Mickey’s legs. He first starts with his thighs, lathering the beefy limbs up with soap, then rinsing it off. He then works on cleaning Mickey’s dirty calves. God damn, he was so damn dirty on his calves. Ian had to wash Mickey’s calves three times before they were clean enough for Ian’s standard. Finally, Ian starts working on cleaning Mickey’s ass and hips. He hadn’t realized how big Mickey’s ass was until he saw it this close. It was also so muscular, his ass probably being his best feature, which is hard to say with that magnificent cock of his. Ian kneads the muscles of Mickey’s ass in his hands, enjoying just feeling his lover like this. He finally gets done washing Mickey’s ass, paying some “extra attention” to it to make sure it is clean. He then turns Mickey around and starts working on cleaning the man's pelvis, and also starts to clean his cock. He just kneels there, playing with Mickey’s cock until he is at half mast, and then he washes it. He makes sure it is clean, then engulfs his entire cock down in one go. Mickey shudders and moans, quietly.
Ian looks up at him through his eyelashes that still have droplets of water stuck to them from first washing his face. Ian started to suck Mickey enthusiastically, making Mickey let out a series of curses. Ian continues sucking him, until Mickey sends hot, thick, ropes of cum down Ian’s throat. They both then quickly wash Ian, knowing that he is cleaner, meaning he doesn’t have to be washed as thoroughly. It took very little time, except for when Mickey washed his back because he started scratching down Ian’s back, making Ian extremely horny. But, if he takes any longer in the shower, there will be no more hot water for everyone else. He quickly finishes washing himself and then they both get out of the shower and dry off. They then get dressed, the sight of seeing Mickey in his boxers making him instantly hard. They have to go to sleep though. They can fuck tomorrow, some sleep for both of the exhausted boys would probably be best. Ian walks into the room and then realizes something: There is only one bed for the both of them. Guess he and Mickey were going to have to Share the bed. Not that either boy was complaining. Mickey laid across Ian’s chest and both boys fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Ian woke early the next morning, almost getting out of bed to go on his morning run. He is almost out of bed when he realizes Mickey is laying there, arms wrapped all the way around Ian. Ian almost still left, but he realized he would be content to lay here for the rest of the day. He was super excited about his love moving in with him, and he wanted to stay with him in bed, but running had helped with all the stress in his life. Ian layed there, debating getting up and going for a run, but he decided against it. He had decided laying there with Mickey would be the best thing that had ever happened to himself. He was perfectly content just laying there, feeling so warm wrapped in Mickey’s warm, tight grasp. He was plenty content to just lay there, engulfed by the heat of Mickey. Mickey started to stir awake soon after, groaning into Ian’s strong chest.
Ian then said, “Good morning, sleepyhead. You sleep well because I know I couldn’t sleep well thinking about how my hot lover is laying over the top of me.”
Mickey responds, “You’re so sophisticated with your words, Gallagher.”
Ian is pretty sure that isn’t the correct use of the word sophisticated, but he doesn’t comment on it, not trying to make Mickey feel bad for trying to sound smart. It was so cute to Ian, seeing Mickey try to feel smart, when both of them knew Ian was the smarter of the two easily. Mickey then starts to get up, before getting pulled down onto the bed again by Ian.
Mickey then complains, “Come on, Fire Crotch, we have to get up and do something today.”
Ian then quickly responds seductively by saying, “I know something we could do, and we could do it all day too, if you wanted to.”
Mickey then says, “As tempting as that offer may be, we need to actually do something today. I need to find a way to make a little bit of money, pay your sister for letting me and Mandy stay here. And maybe when I get back, we can have some fun, but I really have to go find a way to make some money. You can come if you want.”
Ian said, “I really don’t want to get up and do anything, but I’ll do it for you. We can see if we can take one of Steve’s cars, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t care, especially if we threaten to tell Fiona about him and you?”
Mickey chuckles, then says, “Yeah, that’s a great idea. Threaten the guy who is pretty willing to break the law, and who I wouldn’t put above murder.”
Mickey then walks downstairs, joining everyone else around the kitchen table. Ian quickly got dressed, before running downstairs after Mickey. He was surprised to see everyone just standing around the table in the middle of their kitchen.
Ian walks over and pours himself a cup of coffee, sipping it before Fiona asks him, “Hey what’s your plan for the day Ian?”
Ian responds, “I think I’m going to run some errands with Mickey, but other than that, I don’t think I’m doing anything. Why, what’s up?”
Fiona then asks, “Can you and Mickey watch Liam while I’m at work today? Debbie is running the rest of the day care by herself, and it would probably be best if someone took at least one of the kids off her plate.”
Ian quickly responded, “Sure, I don’t think having a little kid would hurt to run some of these.”
Fiona then gave him a questioning look, before saying, “I’m not even going to ask. Thanks so much!”
After saying that, Fiona sprinted out of the back door, off to work for the day.
Ian and Mickey then turn to Steve, asking, “Do you care if you use one of your cars for the day?”
Steve responds, “Nope, feel free to use one of them. Just don’t crash it and be back at a reasonable time.”
Ian then sarcastically responds, “Okay, dad!”
But, him, Mickey, and Liam leave before Steve has the choice to change his mind. Mickey jumps in the driver's seat, when Ian puts Liam in the backseat. Ian then jumps in the passenger seat, before relaxing into the nice, leather seats. Mickey starts the car, and you can hear the engine quietly running in the background.
Mickey asks him, “You get comfortable over there, Red?”
Ian says, “Never really rode in a car this nice before. It’s so soft and comfortable. I want one of these in the future.”
Mickey smiles towards Ian, his warm grin making the whole car feel like it is glowing, before driving off to wherever they were going. Ian didn’t know where they were going, but he didn’t care because he was going to be doing it with Mickey. They are a couple blocks down, when Super Bass by Nicki Minaj started playing over the stereo. Mickey starts humming along with it, kind of singing it in his head to himself.
Ian then feels the need to be extra when he joins in, belting out the first verse screaming, “THIS ONE IS FOR THE BOYS WITH THE BOOMING SYSTEM, TOP DOWN AC WITH THE COOLER SYSTEM, WHEN HE COME UP IN THE CLUB HE BE BLAZING UP, GOT STACKS ON DECK LIKE HE SAVIN UP, AND HE ILL, HE REAL, HE MIGHT GOTTA DEAL, HE POP BOTTLES AND HE GOT THE RIGHT KINDA BUILD, HE COLD, HE DOPE, HE MIGHT SELL COKE, HE ALWAYS IN THE AIR BUT HE NEVER FLIES COACH, HE A MOTHERFUCKIN TRIP TRIP, SAILOR ON THE SHIP SHIP, WHEN HE MAKE IT DRIP DRIP KISS HIM ON THE LIP LIP–”
Mickey then cuts him off by shutting off the stereo. Ian complains, “HEY! I was listening to that.”
Mickey said, “Yeah, I could tell. You were being really loud and annoying and it was making it so I couldn’t focus on anything.”
Ian then said in a deep tone, “I guess you’ll just have to do something to occupy my mouth.”
Mickey said, “That isn’t going to work on me today for many reasons: one is that your little brother is sitting in the back seat, and the other is that I’m trying to find a way to make some money, and I don’t think I would be able to focus on doing that if your mouth was occupied the way you are thinking of.”
Ian sighed, defeated, then became quiet in his seat. Mickey said, “Com’on, don’t pout. I’ll tell you what, when we get back we find someone to take care of Liam and we make sure nobody else is in the house, and then we can have some fun by ourselves.”
Ian then said, “I don’t think you realize how hard it is to get people out of the Gallagher household. I don’t think if we were in the middle of banging that if Lip was in there, he wouldn’t just stay there and do the other shit he needed to in the room.”
Mickey then leans over and whispers in the most seductive tone Ian has ever heard, “Looks like we’ll just have to put on a show for him.” Instantly, the peace currently in Ian jeans is disrupted because god damn was that hot. Ian attempts to keep himself composed, a blush starts to come over his pale skin. Mickey then starts to drive again, content about how he got Ian to shut up. And they just sat there, in silence, driving around for what felt like hours to Ian, but in reality was probably only five minutes. Ian was becoming restless, trying to not annoy Mickey because he really wanted to get what Mickey had promised, but he hated being silent and just sitting there. Each second felt like hours, the silence pure torture to Ian. He wasn’t sure if he could do this. He squirmed in his seat again, before Mickey complained, “Are you going to keep running around in your seat, or just fucking relax?”
Ian then said, “C'mon you know this is like torture to me. I can’t keep quiet and stay still.”
Mickey chuckles before responding, “You know what happens if you don’t keep still and relax. And, we will only be out for like ten more minutes.”
Ian let out a little whimper, instantly making Mickey hard, but Mickey had to make Ian wait this out. For Ian, those last ten minutes felt like ten hours. Each second ticking away felt like it was taking over an hour to go by. Ian was so strung out, and Mickey hadn’t even really done anything to him. He was so on edge already, his erection begging to be let out of its fabric prison. But Ian would do as Mickey said, and if Mickey wanted him to wait, he would. Mickey turns around the corner towards the Gallagher household. Ian was so excited, he and Mickey were going to finally have some alone time. Mickey parks the car and Ian grabs Liam out of the backseat, him having fallen asleep quite a bit ago. He carries him inside, followed by Mickey. Debbie, Carl, and Steve are sitting on the couch, all relaxing, watching some sort of reality TV show.
Mickey then asks Steve, “Hey can you talk with us over here?”
Steve walked over, before Mickey said, “Hey, would you be willing to take everyone and make sure you all stay out of the house for a couple hours?” Steve gives him a questioning look, before asking, “Why, what’s happening here that we all can’t be here?”
Mickey looks at him, and blankly states, “I would just recommend if you want to keep your eardrums intact, that you aren’t here in like thirty minutes.”
Steve gives Mickey a knowing look, laughs, then reluctantly agrees. Mickey and Ian quickly make themselves something to eat, while Steve gets everyone else in his car to go to dinner. He’s going to pick up Fiona, Lip, and Mandy on the way, which means they will get the house all to themselves for a couple hours. And just thinking about it, Ian is straining against his jeans. He’s still a little strung out from earlier. Mickey is getting the room ready, going to give Ian something proper. Ian is so excited, the mystery added to his arousal.
Mickey walks down the stairs, saying, “Everything is ready. I’m ready when you are.” Ian almost jumped with glee, before chugging the rest of his beer and saying, “I’m ready.”
Mickey said, “Okay before we do this, I need to make sure you’re okay with everything that is going to happen tonight. We should also set a safe word. Any thoughts?”
Ian smiles cutely, “I am ready for everything you can and will do to me. I don’t know, what about we just use colors? I do like red though, so what if we used red as our go, yellow as our stop for a second, and green as our full blown stop.”
Mickey says, “Okay, but I’m going to need you to put on a blindfold for me first. Is that okay?”
Ian then says, “Right now, you could do whatever you want to me and I don’t think I could say no.”
Mickey then puts a blindfold on Ian, and part carries, part helps Ian up the stairs. They get to the boys room, and Mickey sets Ian on the bed. Ian lays there, unable to have any form of control in the situation, and he doesn’t really want to, if Mickey is going to keep him like this. Mickey then orders in a deep tone, “Get rid of these clothes, and when you are done with that, lay on the bed.”
Ian hastily takes all his clothes off, and then lays on the bed, flat. Mickey had walked off to grab something, but Ian didn’t know what it was because he couldn’t see. Mickey came back about a minute later, and told Ian to raise his wrists above and spread them to the posts of his bed. Ian then felt cold metal on his left wrist, followed by multiple distinct clicks. Ian then tries to move his wrist not getting very far, the handcuff clanking with Ian trying to pull against it. Ian then felt the same thing happening on his right wrist. Now, he can’t move either of his wrists or his hand very far, rendering him generally immobile. Mickey then grabs his left ankle and handcuffs it to the post nearest it. He then does the same with Ian’s right ankle.
Ian then whines a little bit, before saying, “Come on Mickey, touch me, please. I need it so bad. Just touch me a little bit. Please!”
The desperation in his voice is clear in his last plea. Mickey didn’t realize how strung out Ian was, and he is excited to see what he will sound like when Mickey is done with him. Mickey then takes the blindfold off, and says, “Okay, have some fun up here while I go and watch some TV.”
Ian complains, then says, “Are you just going to leave me here? I need something, anything. Please Mickey, I need something. Anything Mickey, please.” Mickey gets a sadistic grin on his face, before confirming, “Anything? Well I have this vibrating butt plug, and maybe if you take it like a good boy, I’ll probably let you fuck me later.” Ian reluctantly says, “Sure, I’ll take it Mick, but lube it, I’ve never had anything in my ass before. You might have to stretch me out and give me some pointers.”
Mickey then says, “Okay, so you’re just going to have to relax and push through the first couple minutes of pain. It isn’t instantly pleasureful, like everyone says. I’m going to finger you to stretch you out. But I’m not going to touch your cock, so don’t ask me to, or I will have to punish you for it. It won’t be a nice punishment, either.”
Ian says, breathlessly, “Okay, fuck Mickey, just start stretching me out and get the plug inside of me!”
Mickey lubes up his fingers, before pushing his pointer finger past Ian’s tight hole. Ian moans, then tries to bite down the rest of his whimpers. Mickey continues to work his finger in and out of Ian’s hole, enjoying looking at where his hole envelops tightly around Mickey’s finger. Mickey works him open for a couple more minutes, before removing his finger, then replacing it with his pointer finger, joined by his middle finger. Ian moaned loudly, before again attempting to stifle his moans by biting his lips. Mickey curled his finger inside Ian, feeling around for Ian’s sweet spot. He felt around while fucking his fingers into Ian’s hole, and knew he found it when a moan loudly escaped Ian’s lips. He then continued to drill his fingers into the red haired boy’s spot. Mickey did this for almost a minute, before pulling his finger out, lubing up the vibrator, and shoving it inside Ian. The moans Ian made were like music to Mickey’s ears, loving how he could pull those noises out of his lover. Ian kept trying to keep his moans in, but he kept failing miserably. He is so flustered, being completely subject to Mickey’s will and having no control over everything that is happening. Ian had forgotten that Mickey had said something about it being vibrating before Mickey clicked a button on a remote in his hand, and Ian felt the vibrations reverberating deep within himself. He felt the vibrations hard on his sweet spot.
Mickey then says, “Okay, I’m going to go watch some TV now. I’ll see you in a couple hours.” Ian whines, then says, “A couple hours! I won’t be able to do this. Please stay here, you don’t even have to do anything, just stay here and talk to me, please Mickey, please!” Mickey then comments, “Oh, I almost forgot about the last part.”
When he says that last word, he grabs a ball gag out of a bag that Ian had seen him get the rest of the toys out of. He reached over and straddled Ian, before Ian said, “Please, don’t do the gag Mickey! I will be good and quiet. I will do anything you want me to, please just don’t do the gag!”
Mickey does not listen to Ian’s complaints and puts the ball gag in, forcing Ian’s lips wide around the ball. Ian voices some muffled complaints, but Mickey is not sure exactly what he says. Mickey then looks at Ian, gives him a small kiss on the cheek, and leaves wordlessly. The buzzing becomes very apparent to Ian after Mickey has left. Ian can feel the tears coming, and attempts to hold them back for as long as he can, not trying to give Mickey the satisfaction of reducing him to tears from being overstimulated. No matter how hard Ian tried to hold back his tears, he soon started to break down and start crying. The buzzing in his ass was so good, too good, and Ian could feel an orgasm coming. But he didn’t want to, wanting to prolong the end of this incredible night so far. Ian had been laying there for what felt like three hours, but was likely closer to twenty minutes, before he saw Mickey reenter the room. Ian almost sobbed in relief, so happy that he could finally see his lover again.
Mickey then asks, “Miss me?”
Ian then nods his head enthusiastically, tears running down his cheeks, making him red in the face. He was a little too happy to see Mickey. Mickey asked, “How close are you?”
Ian says something, muffled by the gag in his mouth. Mickey assumes this means he is very close, and he is excited to see how undone Ian has become from just a little bit of isolation. He was making Mickey hard in his jeans, just watching him squirm around, as much as his binds would let him. He wasn’t used to being this in control of someone else, and it was extremely hot. Ian would do anything Mickey would ask, all he had to do was ask. Mickey got so horny just from the sight that he decided to screw teasing Ian any more, clearly desperate for Mickey’s attention. And Ian was standing at full attention, his member starting to turn red.
Mickey then asked, “Want me to take the gag out?” Ian nods as fast as he can, and Mickey says, “Yeah, of course you do. I can’t wait to take it off, but you have to not hold back the noises you are letting out. Can you promise me that?”
Ian nods again, and Mickey crawls over him, still clothed and pulls the ball gag out of Ian’s mouth.
Ian then says, “Please Mickey, please. I need to cum, I need it. Please, I’ll do anything.” Mickey chuckles, then strips himself of his clothes, before mounting Ian. Ian whined, clearly a little closer than Mickey had expected. Mickey pulls out the plug he had been wearing, expecting to not be able to lube himself up, and spears himself on Ian’s cock. He rode him hard for a minute before Ian was screaming in pleasure, and cumming in Mickey’s ass. Mickey rode Ian through his orgasm. Ian was laying there, making the hottest little whimpering noises Mickey had ever heard. Mickey could tell Ian was enjoying it, but was getting a little overstimulated from the teasing and the feeling of Mickey’s ass. Mickey climbed off of Ian, before removing the handcuff from his right wrist.
Ian didn’t move his hand as soon as he had been given freedom like Mickey had expected, clearly deep into subspace, Mickey enjoying looking deep into Ian’s eyes and seeing nothing but pure satisfaction. He then undid the left handcuff, rubbing circles around both of Ian’s wrists to attempt to soothe the skin. Ian moaned a little, clearly enjoying the sensual feeling. Mickey then undoes the cuffs around Ian’s ankles. He rubs them slowly, enjoying tracing the bones of his ankles. He had never had sensual interactions with anyone like this. He enjoyed it, loving the feeling of being this close to Ian. He then moves to Ian’s ass, removing the vibrator. Ian whines, clearly having enjoyed having it in. Mickey then lays down and Ian lays on his chest. Ian then starts to trace shapes on Mickey’s pecks. He falls asleep very soon, clearly exhausted from what Mickey had done to him. Mickey layed there for many minutes, thinking how lucky he is to have a perfect man like Ian, completely under his control. He was so happy and excited to know he had done this to Ian, making him fall asleep very quickly after they were done. Mickey layed there, drifting into sleep with Ian wrapped in his arms.