do you have more mechanich mickey x emt ian? its reallyy good
omg do i!!
i have too much, and i need to make it a proper written thing eventually so this will have to do for now
Usually they have in-house mechanics that can quickly fix whatever’s wrong with their ambulances, but the new recruit had seriously fucked up the brakes when swerving into the hospital parking lot.
He doubted the truck would survive the ride back to the station.
Ian groaned as he sat down in the passenger seat. “I saw a garage few blocks away, drive slowly over there, hopefully they can fix whatever you fucked up”
“I said I was sorry!”
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“The fuck did you do?!”
“I tried to turn, clutch, and break at the same time,” Christopher shamefully repeated the sorry tale to the mechanic they met at the door. Their ambulance had rolled diligently into the driveway before it promptly stopped still.
As frustrated as he was, Ian could feel his anger slipping as he took in the sight of the man in front of him. Short-ish, stocky, biceps that could crush a man, and that fucking face.
Ian didn’t know whether to stare at his gorgeous lips that was biting back a grin, his eyes that were far too pleased, or his light scruff that was tinted with some oil sheen.
Everything about him was perfect and intense at the same time. Ian was fucked.
“Yo, Red! The fuck did you do to this truck?”
“Me? I did nothing! It was the new guy who fucked up the brakes, I was in the back saving lives,” He protested, puffing his chest out for good measure. Never skip chest day.
“Saving lives, huh? A real-life super hero.”
“That’s me, kicking ass and saving lives. Ian. Gallagher.” He thought of holding out his hand for the guy to shake, but that just seems dumb. Instead, he cocked his head in greeting.
“Mickey.” The man of his dreams said. Mickey rolled up his sleeves and popped the hood of the truck. Tattoos lined his forearms and knuckles. Ian was hotter for him than a a dog in heat.
“We can fix it, but it’ll take a while. Won’t get it back ‘til after the weekend.” Mickey mumbled to himself, thumb scratching his eyebrows. “Gotta replace a couple parts too. Costs extra.”
“Ah fuck, Susie’s gonna kill me” Christopher whined but Ian was not listening, too busy soaking in the sight of Mickey arms deep into the engine. He knew the other man knew he was staring.
It was clear Mickey was flexing his muscles extra hard, and Ian bit back a grin as he put his hands in his pockets totally causally. “How hard is it?”
“How hards what?” Mickey grumbled, looking up sideways at him. His gaze met Ian’s crotch where his pants had started to tighten. When he looked up his blue eyes met Ian’s and he saw a look of recognition.
“To fix the brakes, how hard is it?” Ian crossed his arms and leaned on the car door. He played all his best tricks; wicked grin, shoulders flexed against the car door, muscles big, a knowing look in his eye.
Mickey blinked and looked away for the briefest moment. But it was too late, Ian saw the moment of realisation and the blush that worked itself across his cheeks and down his neck.
“Depends,” He began, coughing slightly. “‘S better with two sets ‘a hands.” Gotcha. Mickey grinned at him playfully. Yeah. They were both on the same page here.
“How much do you think — ”
“Yo newbie, go call your boss or sumthin. I’m busy here.” Mickey shouted rather rudely, but Christopher was too shaken up to be offended by it. He picked up his phone and walked a few paces away. Mickey turned his attention back to Ian, not even hiding his obvious staring at his uniformed clad body.
“Need ya inside, gotta fill out some paperwork for me, Captain America.” Mickey waved his thumb at the garage behind him before he walked away.
“After you,” Ian acknowledged, and enjoyed the sight of Mickeys thick ass jiggling as he walked. Round, delicious, and begging to be fucked.
Ian followed him through the building, walking past two other guys knee deep in oil and metal fixing cars, round a corner and into a bathroom.
Ian locked the door behind him. “Gotta be a quickie,” He breathed as he felt Mickeys hands pawing at his jacket, taring it off his shoulders.
“Not a problem,” Mickey dragged him closer and started unzipping his pants, his toolbelt cleaning as it hit the floor, and they collapsed together against the door.
Their lips met in a desperate kiss, Ian’s fingers tugging at Mickeys hair, while the latter clung to his arms and bucked his hips upwards. “Get your cock out,” He demanded, and Ian was ever the service top. He quickly got a hold of both cocks, holding them close together as he spat down onto them.
“Ah shit,” Mickey hissed and hit his head back against the door in pleasure. His eyes were closed and he bit his lip. Ian kept working his hands over them both, holding back groans as he pressed his lips into the other man’s neck.
“My ass, my ass,” Mickey begged, taking over Ian’s job. Ian nearly fell over as he caught a sight of those tattooed hands gripping around them both. While his hands and dick might be smaller than Ian’s’, his grip was strong and experienced.
Another whine sounded from Mickeys plump lips, and Ian quickly brought both hands to the other side of him, pulling his underwear down completely, and grabbed at his ass. It was even better than he had hoped; soft, heavy, and perfectly moulded to his hands.
“Fuck, fuck,” Mickey moaned loudly this time, head thrown back in ecstasy, as Ian kept groping, swatting, and massaging his cheeks, one finger daringly touching his hole.
Mickeys grip around them faltered a little as Ian pushed a knuckle into him. “Fuck you feel amazing, Mickey.” Ian groaned as he licked up his neck. He could feel his own orgasm coming closer, but he knew he needed to make the other man come first. He took pride in his topping skills.
Sticking his whole ring finger inside, with nothing more than spit for lube he fucked him hard, hitting that spot every time.
“Shit, wish I could take you apart properly, bend you over that sink, fuck you the way you need.” Ian bit Mickey where his neck met his collarbone.
The shorter man crumbled underneath him, jerking them both off with both hands, low whines echoing across the white tiles. “Get my mouth and hands all over you,” Ian continued
“Got, uh fuuuck, big fucking hands man.” Mickey moaned as Ian pressed in harder. His own grip seemed to slip as his dick leaked over them both. Ian got impossibly harder at the sight. Mickey was so wet for him, he couldn’t help imagining what he might taste like.
“Goddamn Mickey, so hot and wet for me, bet you taste so good.”
Mickey was silently whimpering “yes, yes, yes” as Ian kept prodding at his prostate, biting his neck, and bucking up into his fist. Ian didn’t even notice Mickey coming at first as his dick had been leaking the whole time, but the sputtering of his hips and the soft “holy shit” he whimpered, clued Ian in.
With two more tugs, Ian spurted all over his chest with a guttural groan. With one hand he grinned harder at the man’s ass to steady himself, the other came up to support his weight against the door. He’d just come harder and faster than he’d done in months.
Mickey let out a little chuckle and a sigh of relief as he pried himself outta Ian’s grip.
As they got dressed again, Mickey looked everywhere but at his face. Ian kept trying to catch his eyes, but the mechanic left the room in a hurry. Ian quickly rinsed his hands in the sink, trying to calm down his erratic breathing.
As he excited the room and turned the corner, he bumped into Mickey like a brick wall. He was handed a stack of papers. “Actually do need you to sign some shit, so sit down and grab a pen.”
Without looking at him, Mickey turned around again and whistled at the other guys. “Iggy! Help me push this truck into the garage.” A dirty-blond man slumped after him. Mickey was gone.
Ian suddenly found himself alone in the cold open room. Sitting by a desk with a bunch of insurance papers in his hands, he felt his pulse hammering in his throat, come and sweat was stained across his chest, and his breathing was still a mess.
Name, address, licence plate…
Ian filled out the forms with a steady hand, as he ignored his brain running in circles inside his head. It’s okay that Mickey walked out right after. It was just a handjob, nothing more. Ian should know by now not to expect anything from guys who are clearly in the closet.
The ambulance was soon safely inside the garage, and Ian clicked his pen. He’d somehow filled out all double sided papers of insurance nonsense without loosing his head. Now he just had to grab an uber back to the station, where Susie hopefully wouldn’t chew off their heads.
With determined steps, he marched towards Mickey who was alone by the frontside of the truck, checking out brakes from inside the vehicle.
“Need anything else from me?” He used Mickeys former words against him, with only a mild hint of sarcasm. To his surprise, the man blushed all prettily again, before looking around to make sure they were alone.
They were.
“Shop closes at 8,” Mickey said as he stored the keys to the truck in his pockets. “But everyone’s usually outta here before that…if ya wanna come over.” He thumbed his eyebrows somewhat unsurely. Mickey wasn’t just hot and gorgeous, he was sweet too. Man, Ian was fucked.
And there was no way in hell that Ian would miss out on an opportunity to get his hands on Mickeys ass again. Or his mouth. Or his dick. Or all three.
Ian grabbed a handful of said ass, and with the same finger he’d used before pressed hard inwards where they both knew Mickey wanted him the most. He saw how Mickeys eyelids fluttered at the memory and the promise of more.
“Fuck,” he breathed out one last time, and Ian knew he would get addicted to the sound of it. His lips made a perfect o- shape and Ian wanted nothing more than to bite them.
Later, he promised himself. Later.
“See you tonight, then.” With one final squeeze, Ian walked out of the building with a giant grin on his face. As he walked Ian could feel Mickey’s eyes on him burning his neck, fueling the desire building up in his stomach.
He risked a quick look back, and saw Mickey eying him like a piece of meat, biting his lip as he smugly cocked his head. ‘Later’ it said.
‘Yeah,’ Ian nodded back.
Later.
