#geek mickey

[mhunter10]

Um idk, I guess I'm just on a kick with this verse lately. Here's another geek mickey fic 😊

[mhunter10]

I spent 4 hours on this and missed lunch 😃

[mhunter10]

Here's a geek mickey update because my class got cancelled and a vending machine ripped me off. Enjoy

[mhunter10]

1 and 4 for the geek!Mickey series.

High Score:http://mhunter10.tumblr.com/post/146629033453/high-score1 why did you write the fic this way?Well I know I wanted to show Mickey in his own world, and of course I wanted to show him letting Ian into that world and being comfortable. And obviously I couldn't leave out the smut 😉 Mickey likes Ian's cockiness just as much as he likes how sweet and loving he is. Ian loves that Mickey is so eager to show him how much he likes him, but that he knows how to take control too4 favorite line of dialogue? "Ian...have you smoked marijuana?"Lol Mickey is everyone's parentThank you for the questions! Maybe I'll get around to some more questions on the series 😊

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League

* geek!mickey

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Mickey’s eyes follow every one of Ian’s movements as he dances on his platform. Sweat drips down his forgotten glass of whiskey in his hand. He’s on a leather couch not too far away, so he has a good view despite the crowd forming. A good song is playing and he can tell it’s one of Ian’s favorites by the way his body moves easily with it.

A man plops down next to him. Actually, he looks like more of a beast. He’s big and bulky and dwarfs Mickey by at least two feet. He’s easily taking up the rest of the couch and not shy about clearly spilling over into Mickey’s side. He feels solid like he should be guarding the place instead. He’s wearing a very expensive suit that he could probably rip out of if he moved a certain way. His hair is slicked back into a ponytail and his jaw is tight, although he looks entranced. Mickey doesn’t even have to follow his eyes to know where he’s looking. He touches his glasses and swallows thickly, trying to focus on Ian again.

“You ever seen a tighter ass than that?” The man says a moment later.

Mickey doesn’t mean to flinch, but the guy’s voice had boomed over the music and startled him out of a particularly dirty fantasy. He doesn’t answer, but the guy looks like he didn’t want one anyway.

“Damn, what I wouldn’t give to pound that raw. Twink looks like he can take it,” he says, licking his lips then nudging Mickey roughly. “But I wouldn’t mind a struggle, you know what I mean?”

Mickey rubs at his arm, feeling annoyance rising quickly. “No,” he deadpans. The guy waves him off.

“Probably dumber than a box of rocks, but he sure is pretty, huh? Don’t need him to talk though, unless he’s saying yes sir,” he laughs at his own joke then doesn’t stop there. “Won’t be saying nothin’ around my dick though!” Another burst of obnoxious laughter.

Mickey’s flustered, touching his glasses and chugging his whiskey down. “I’m sure he’s smarter than half the goons in here. Smart enough to know which ones are which.” He gets it out easily enough, fighting back against the stutter confrontation brings out of him. But surprisingly, he feels in control instead of scared. He’s not just going to sit here and listen to this dumpster talk about Ian like that, but this is also Ian’s job. He doesn’t want to mess that up. The guy makes it even harder.

The guy chuckles, hitting Mickey again. “Got a little crush, don’t you? That’s cute.” He straightens the cuffs on his sleeves and puffs his chest out more, looking more like a dumb animal with every exaggerated twitch. He eyes Mickey now, scanning over his black frames, messy hair and pocket protector. He smiles to himself when Mickey refuses to shrink back.

“I guess everyone’s got dreams, but why don’t you stick to one that might actually come true, okay?” He grins, nodding to himself like that’s the final word on the matter. He points to a man standing awkwardly by the bar in a fedora. “That’s more your speed, huh? Stay in your lane, right?” He gulps down his stupid fruity cocktail, leaning back and getting comfortable.

Ian is totally oblivious to what’s going on. He’s happily shaking his ass and grinding his hips into the floor. His muscles look amazingly shiny in the colorful lights, and the glitter sticking to his chest and thighs makes him seem like an impossible dream. One Mickey had only a few months ago when he would’ve agreed with everything the Hulk was saying next to him. But that definitely wasn’t the case now. Ian had chosen him when he didn’t have to. And he was with him.

“He can have any guy he wants,” Mickey says, still straining against this urge he has to protect. It sounds like an admittance in defeat, but it’s a testimony to just how much it’s a miracle they’re even together. Mickey is finally the lucky one, but Ian tells him he feels lucky too and that’s what he wants to defend.

“Probably has, the little slut,” the guy mumbles with a hint of disgust. “I just want my turn. If I have to flash the cash a little and turn on the charm,” he trails off, shrugging like he’s considering the lengths he’ll go. “All it would take was a slip of my hand if he didn’t come around,” he says more to himself, but certainly not like he was ashamed of speaking like this with someone he didn’t know.

“Shut up.” Mickey’s had enough. He finishes off his whiskey and cracks his knuckles instead of going for his glasses.

The man turns his head to him slowly like he’s not sure he’s ever heard those words together before in his life. He cracks a smile.

“Fucking white knight, huh? That the approach you’re going for?”

Mickey loses his confidence a little, flagging at the suggestion that he would have to trick Ian in some way. “Th-that’s not…I-I-I I’m not–” he hates himself.

“I I I,” the man mocks Mickey, loving that he’s finally getting something on him. He laughs, shakes his head. “He’s just some gold digging cock tease in a gay club.”

Mickey slams his fist down on his thigh, ignoring the pain. A newfound courage washes over him. He looks the man in the eyes, seeing him suddenly look unsure for the first time since he sat down.

“He’s a human being,” Mickey grits sternly.

The man licks his lips, eyes shifting everywhere, daring to fall on Ian before he focuses back on Mickey. “He’s out of your league,” he snarls like a predator mad that he’s been cornered for once.

“And he’s out of your depth!” Mickey points in his face, now standing at eye-level with him.

The man looks at the finger a mere inch from him, then at Mickey. He swallows and throws his hands up, ducking his head slightly; backing down under the pressure of Mickey’s unwavering stance and gaze.

Mickey turns to find Ian not on the platform, but walking over to him with concern on his face and anger in his balled fists. Mickey meets him halfway, sure he’d ruined something for Ian.

“Y-you saw?” Mickey asks, afraid to look at Ian fully and see his disappointment.

Ian nodded, chest still heaving from dancing and probably rage boiling under the surface. He still looked like a vision to Mickey.

Mickey’s shoulders drop and he bows his head, ready for Ian to say those words to turn his reality back into a fantasy again. He let some fool get the best of him, and now it was time to pay for it.

Ian sighed, breath calming down. “Mickey,” he says gently.

Mickey looks up and touches his glasses, biting his lip. Ian looks so beautiful in front of him, he almost feels a swell of happiness. Ian does that to him. His eyeliner is perfect and he’s perfect. And Mickey can’t have someone like him.

“Mickey?” Ian says again, this time cupping his face in his hands.

“I’m s-s-sor–”

Ian is kissing him. He’s kissing him and not breaking up with him and not sending him away and not laughing at him for believing he could have him. He’s kissing him and pulling him closer and it’s wonderful.

“So brave…too good for me,” Ian whispers between kisses, biting at Mickey’s lips and tugging at his hair. “My man,” he sighs, pulling away and resting his forehead against Mickey’s.

Mickey doesn’t know what to say or do. He just feels brave and wanted and loved, and he doesn’t want to interrupt Ian’s soft praises and hard kisses.

Ian pulls away enough to give the guy pouting on the couch two glittery fingers, before kissing Mickey once more right in front of him.

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Mickey’s not so geeky when it comes to standing up for Ian. He feels brave with him.

Set maybe before Bro as well, but after Angles. I may do a continuation of this with their first time? Yes? ☺

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Angles

* geek!mickey ///////////////// "I-Ian? W-w-what...what are you d-doing here?" Mickey rose from his desk slowly, as Ian came strolling into his small office. He touched his glasses and licked his lips, feeling himself already start to sweat. Ian was wearing a blue and gray track suit and sneakers. His hair was mussed with sweat and he could see orange chest hair peaking at him like it wanted to be touched. Ian had been going for a rugged look lately, which included letting his beard grow out a bit. Mickey had to sit back down suddenly. "You didn't answer my text," Ian said, not even holding back his sly grin, as he plopped down on a small rolling stool. Mickey swallowed, wetting his lips again. The text in question had been burning a hole in his mind all day, making him jumpy and flushed in front of his coworkers like they knew what it said...what it showed rather. He felt guilty for not responding, but he had been about to give a presentation. It, like his dick, had been very hard after that. Ian ran his hand through his hair and down his chest, pulling the zipper lower to reveal he wasn't wearing a shirt. He put his hands on his thighs and rubbed them up and down while staring at Mickey. Mickey gasped, popping up out of his chair when Ian wiggled his tongue at him. "Um why don't I show you around and tell you a bit about what I do here? Yeah? Okay," Mickey said all in one breath, even though the redhead was currently making it hard to bring oxygen to his lungs. Ian stood up, catching his arm and pulling him to him before he could get fully out the door. He leaned in like he was going to kiss his lips, teasing his mouth open and waiting, but then pressed his mouth to his neck just to the side of his jugular. Mickey sighed, swallowing down a whine. "Show me," Ian whispered hotly. Mickey nodded, forgetting everything he ever knew about his job. He took him to the room with all the types of printers he uses, showing Ian each one and telling him what it did and how that related to the company. It all sounded really nerd and Mickey tried not to ramble on, but for the most part Ian followed and listened. Mickey never liked to explain what he did because usually people would lose interest pretty quickly or tell him to shut up. Ian was paying attention, though, looking at him and asking questions. It gave Mickey the confidence to keep going and he didn't feel like he had to stifle his enthusiasm. He really did love his job. When they got back to his office, he opened up some things he'd been working on on his computer. "I've been working on this one the longest, so it's the most polished," he smiled proudly. "And when you're done you send the blueprint for each part to the 3d printer then put it together to show the client?" Mickey's eyes went up in surprise. "Y-yeah, that's correct." He thought he'd fumbled his words a lot, what with Ian looking so sexy, but apparently he got something out. "So it's up to you to show people the best way to manufacture their product when on a budget?" Mickey nodded, eyes getting stuck on Ian’s facial hair whenever he spoke. He focused on his famous literary quotes calendar on the back of his door, not remembering having closed it. "Sounds like you're the most important person here," Ian praised, rolling the stool closer to Mickey and placing his big hands on his thighs. "...and the smartest." He ran his hands up Mickey’s corduroy pants and tugged on his belt. Mickey's eyes flicked to what Ian was now doing. He cleared his throat and bit his lip. "I-it's really just b-basic....um...math and uh...uh, you know....like...such as um, angles...and--" Mickey couldn't think of the right words with Ian standing up and stripping off his jacket in front of him. "I was always better at physiology in school." Ian leaned over Mickey, spinning his chair so the back was facing the door. His knee came up and spread Mickey’s thighs wider, as he took his hand and put it on his chest. Mickey's breathing picked up as Ian brought his hand through the patch of hair on his chest and down his beautiful abs. Ian’s knee was pressing gently into his balls, and it felt so good. Mickey cupped his ass cheeks to bring him closer, feeling no boxers under his pants. "Oh, Ian," he breathed, not believing this was how his work day would turn out. He stuck his hands inside and squeezed, moaning quietly when their lips finally met. After kissing for a while and getting sufficiently riled up, Ian sank down to his knees and pulled Mickey’s pants and boxers down and completely off one leg. Then he brought Mickey’s hips forward before open his legs wide. He placed a soft kiss on Mickey’s stiff cock and smiled up at him. Mickey had one leg hanging over the arm of his ergonomic chair, the other was propped up on his L-shaped desk, and he could feel his hole was open and exposed to the man currently staring at it with lust and awe and anticipation. "W-what are you going to do?" Mickey asked dumbly, as if seeing Ian lick his lips like someone just put a steak in front of him wasn't answer enough. "If you'd answered my text, I would have told you that I've been wanting to eat your ass so good for a while now," Ian answered with zero chill. He licked and sucked a mark into Mickey’s thigh, bit the other one hard enough to make him hiss, and stroked his dick a few times. "You're so amazing, Mickey," he said sincerely, looking him in the eyes. "Want to taste you." Mickey blushed, biting his lip. He touched his glasses, but for once didn't look away from Ian’s focus. Instead, he grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forward with a confident 'yes, please' on his lips. Ian was eager but took his time, starting off with small licks to his ring before outright sucking on it. "Oh my...goodness," Mickey croaked, already feeling his legs shaking from the strain of keeping himself presented to his....was Ian his boyfriend? Surprising him at work might have been annoying if it had been anyone else. They were always texting, always going out, always creeping further and further into that territory without stepping over the line completely. They hadn't even had sex yet, let alone even talked about where things were going. Now Ian was on his knees in his office in the middle of the day, delving his tongue little by little inside of him and he couldn't think of anything else he'd want for Ian to be to him. "Ugh! Guhh, Ian!" He didn't even want to try to be quiet. "Fuck," Ian panted, pulling back to catch his breath. His mouth was sloppy wet and red, looking obscene and unapologetic. Mickey's hole twitched and clenched around nothing and it made his skin itch and his heart ache. He longed for Ian’s long tongue to penetrate him and discover him further. "Mmh...more!" He whined, reaching for him. Ian chuckled, wiping his chin. He grabbed both of Mickey’s thighs and pushed them up towards his head, making him slip down a bit more but the angle was different. Mickey gasped in surprise then cried out when Ian began to fuck him with his tongue. He stabbed into his hole furiously, keeping his tongue pointed so he could hit every nerve. He went in until his face hit his sack, and pulled out til only the tip was left stretching the ring of muscles. "Holy! Ooh! Uhh, oh shoot oh...man, nnuughh! Ian, oh gosh! D-d-d-don't sstop! Pl-please, Ian!" Mickey was falling apart. The muscles in his thighs were straining and his dick was pressed to his Polo shirt. He yanked it up and just out of the way of the precome beginning to leak. He'd never had it this good before. Ian truly was eating him like he was starved, and the dirty noises being made only drove him on. Mickey didn't even care about the saliva pooling in his seat. Part of him wanted to stop Ian and pull him up for a hard kiss, the other part of him held his face in his ass so his tongue reached deeper than ever. "Mmmmhhh! Mmm, uhhhhhh god yess, yesssss right there. Right there please Ian please!" Mickey was so close to coming, but he needed something to push him over the edge. He wrapped his thighs around Ian's head, feeling the arousing burn of his beard against his sensitive skin. "Ooh!" Suddenly Ian surged forward, dragging his tongue up the bare patch of skin just under his balls, over each ball, and up his shaft until he was wrapping his mouth around the head of his penis and sucking hard. Mickey didn't even have time to protest the loss, before Ian was shoving two fingers into his hole and jabbing at his prostate more directly than with his tongue. Mickey screamed, feeling his hips involuntarily buck further into Ian's mouth and down on his fingers, until he was erupting hot cum. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh Ian!" Mickey panted. Ian pulled off of Mickey’s dick and removed his fingers, quickly standing and shoving his pants down. He jerked himself off feverishly, although clumsily with his left hand. Mickey could feel his sopping and used anus still clenching with the aftershocks, and as he watched Ian begin to suck on the two fingers that had just been in him, he couldn’t stop the words from bubbling up past his lips. "Will you be my boyfriend?!" Ian's eyes went from hooded pleasure, to surprised ecstasy as he shot his load across Mickey’s desk. He fell to his knees when he was spent and crawled between Mickey’s legs to rest his head in his lap. He was breathing hard. "Jesus fuck." Mickey didn't know what to do, sitting their frozen in disbelief at what he just shouted at Ian. Luckily his body took over and he ran a hand through Ian's hair. It was definitely hot in his office and probably smelled like what they just did. They sat there quiet for a while, calming down. Mickey was in agony, feeling torn on whether he should ignore what he said or take it back. The high he just felt from seeing Ian so figuratively and literally into him was quickly decreasing with every passing second. "I-I'm s-sorry...I didn't...m-mean uhh," he gulped embarrassingly, pulling his unworthy hand away from the man now rising from his lap. Ian pulled Mickey down by his shirt and kissed him hard, mouth tasting like pure Mickey Milkovich. "Mickey, I've wanted to be your boyfriend for a while now," he said calmly, putting their foreheads together. Mickey touched his glasses and bit his lip, not because he was still nervous but because of the immense smile that threatened to break through. When he saw Ian didn’t hold back his own grin, he let it take over his whole face. He cupped Ian's face in his hands and kissed him again. "So you're my boyfriend now?" Ian laughed, "Fuck yeah, I am. And you're mine." /////////////////////// Yay! See told you more geek!mickey 😉 this would be considered after High Score and before Bro, btw

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Good news: I'm in the mood to write more geek!mickey, so hopefully work is super slow tonight haha

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Bro

* geek!mickey ////////////// "You like that? Huh?" Ian licked inside Mickey’s ear, as he continued to dig his hips into his ass. Mickey was a sweating writhing mess under him, making so much noise he felt bad about any neighbors he might disturb. But gosh, the way Ian was applying constant pressure to his prostate was enough to make him wake the deceased. Ian yanked his head back by his hair and bit hard at his neck. "Do you like when my cock is this far up your ass, Mickey? Hm? You fucking do, don't you?" Ian sucked a fresh mark next to a still healing bruise. "Y-y-yess! I d-do! Ugh!" Mickey bit his lip to try to calm himself but it was no use. Ian bent him back over the kitchen counter, and pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in so hard his glasses fell off. "Ahhhhnnnnn!" Mickey's shout trailed off into a weak whimper. He could feel tears in his eyes from the simultaneous pain and pleasure of too much stimulation. Ian laughed, as he continued to make short thrusts so the head of his dick never gave Mickey a break. He held him down firmly by the hips, chasing him when his body tried to get away from the growing pressure. "Oh fuck, Mickey, yeah! Yeah! You take my dick so good, baby. Gonna make you feel good. Mmh!" His head was back to keep the sweat out of his eyes, but just listening to Mickey’s drawn out whining between gasps was driving him crazy. He could feel him trembling. "Iaaann! Ian, oh oohhhhh ugghhhhh, Ian! P-p-pl--uh! Pl-please!" screamed Mickey, eyes shut and mouth too dry. He liked Ian making him beg just as much as Ian liked hearing it. He didn’t know where his glasses were, his chest was chaffing painfully against the counter, and his dick was purple and leaking but Ian had him so close he was on his tip toes crying. "Shh, c'mon, yeah....you're okay, Mick. It's gonna be so good, I promise. You're so good. Fucking beautiful right now, baby. Just hold on, yeah that's it," Ian panted soothingly. He rubbed and massaged Mickey’s back, leaning down to press a quick kiss between his shoulder blades, never letting up his rhythm. "So good, so good Mickey. God, I fucking love you," Ian half whispered to himself, hips stuttering. Mickey was coming. He saw stars in his eyes, his brows met in the middle of his forehead, and his mouth was open wide with no sound coming out. "Yes! Yeah, that's it! Oh my fucking god. Holy shit, Mickey," Ian praised behind him, spreading Mickey’s cheeks and slamming him back onto his dick. "Oooh, Ian...Ian--" "Ian! What the fuck?!" Ian didn’t immediately stop pumping his boyfriend, but gradually slowed as he turned to see his brother standing by their front door with an incredulous look on his face. He couldn’t help but smirk as he flipped a damp strand of hair from his face. Mickey couldn't feel anything below his waist besides buzzing and tingling. He vaguely registered another voice besides Ian's, but it couldn't be. He had been fucked so good, he was insane now. That was the only explanation for why Ian had stopped moving inside of him. "I-Ian?" He turned slowly only to find two blurry pairs of eyes on him. Only one set had a smile under it. Mickey quickly dislodged himself, scrambling for anything within reach. "Uhh Uhh um I'm, gosh, I-I-I..umm!" He grabbed a frying pan from the counter he'd just been rawed on, and used it to shield himself from the disdainful eyes. He looked to Ian who seemed amused but a bit annoyed. "Fuck, Ian! Is that a cock ring?!" Lip yelled, eyes darting away. Ian rolled his eyes, standing confidently naked in front of his brother. "So what? I was giving Mickey a gspot orgasm," he turned to his flustered geek of a boyfriend and swore he turned fifty shades of red. He stepped towards him, tilting his chin up with his finger and moving close to his lips. "I'll say it was successful, yeah?" Mickey stuttered, unable to get even one word out. He swallowed hard several times under Ian's gaze, suddenly feeling weak in the knees instead of completely embarrassed that they weren't alone. "Jesus, Ian, I'm fucking right here! We agreed no fucking where we eat!" Lip pointed, exasperated with his brother. Ian dropped Mickey’s chin and scoffed, turning back to Lip. "Like you haven't fucked a girl or three on this same counter. Try again, asshole." Mickey was once again wishing he could sink into the floor and fall through every apartment below them until he hit the basememt. He wished Ian was focused on him again. "Would you put something on? I'm all out of dollar bills," Lip spat, glaring at Ian. Mickey saw Ian's fists clench and jaw tighten, knowing that was a low blow for him. Ian loved his job and Mickey loved Ian's job, and he loved that Ian loved his job. But it was just a job, nothing to be ashamed of or shamed for. He reached out and touched Ian's arm. Ian’s chest deflated a fraction when he met his eyes. Ian exhaled loudly. "Mickey, my brother Lip. Lip, my boyfriend Mickey, " he gestured between them before stalking off to his room. Lip nodded, looking slightly guilty. He made his way to the kitchen and pulled out a frozen stir fry dinner. "You're Mickey, huh?" He asked, leaning on the counter right where Mickey had been getting pounded. "Y-yes, um...yeah," Mickey blinked, not knowing whether it would be appropriate or sanitary to hold his hand out. Lip's eyes flicked to the frying pan then to Mickey. Mickey's eyebrows shot up. "Oh! Oh, uhh, this is..this is yours...s-sorry," Mickey sputtered, handing his coverage over and replacing it with his hand. Why did things like this happen to him? Mickey began to side step away towards Ian's room, when Lip called him back. He held out his glasses. "Believe these are yours." Mickey made an ungodly noise, as he snatched them and ran for it, only stumbling over two pieces of furniture. ////////////// Ian looked up when Mickey entered the room in a hurry, slamming the door behind him and locking it. His head fell back against the door and he whined. "I told you that would happen." Ian sighed, chuckling a bit as he went over to him. He took his chin in his fingers this time. "But you liked it, right?" Mickey melted from Ian’s touch and the way he was looking at him. He wasn't asking like he wanted Mickey to tell him what he wanted to hear. Mickey nodded, not taking his eyes away from Ian’s. He really had enjoyed himself thoroughly, as evidenced by the mess he left in the kitchen his boyfriend's brother was currently making dinner in. He closed his eyes to the cringe worthy moment they all just had. "Hey," Ian kissed his lips gently. "Some first meeting, right?" He grinned. Mickey grinned too after a beat. Ian reached down and took his glasses from his hand, then put them carefully on his face. Mickey wrapped his arms around him, pressing his face to his chest and finally realizing how exhausted he was. Ian was happy that Mickey had been able to come before his brother ruined it. He didn’t know what his problem was, but he was glad Mickey didn’t seem to be too bothered by him. He scooped him up in his arms and carried him to the bed. He cleaned him up and made sure he wasn't too sore, but Mickey assured him he felt amazing. "You were so fucking incredible," Ian kissed up Mickey’s body before settling on top of him. "God, I wanted to keep going like that forever." Mickey blushed, looking away. He cleared his throat and touched his glasses. "Thank you," he said quietly, surprised it came out at all. He looked back at Ian and saw he looked a little sad. He reached up to touch his face and smooth his hair back. "Don't listen to him, Ian," he said softly but adamantly. "If it wasn't for you dancing, we wouldn't be together." Ian smiled, blushing a little. "Thanks, Mickey." He leaned in and kissed him firmly on the mouth, pulling him closer by the back of his neck. Mickey deepened the kiss, determined to make Ian feel as good as he made him feel whether he was balls deep in him or not. His hand sank down and found the leather ring still clasped around the base of Ian's dick. He took it off gingerly, relieving the pressure. Ian sighed into his mouth. He began to stroke him at a slow pace, twisting his wrist over the head and making him shiver. "Fuck, faster," Ian panted, moving his head so Mickey could have more access to his neck. "Faster, baby, please. Make me come, Mickey." Mickey licked and sucked the hollow of Ian's neck, then went back to kissing him passionately as his hand sped up. It didn't take very long at all for Ian to unravel after staving it off for so long. He came with a gasp and Mickey's name on his lips. "Shit....fuck, Mick," Ian said after catching his breath. Mickey cleaned the come from his chest, although not before licking some and sticking his tongue into his mouth. Ian groaned at the gesture, sucking his taste eagerly from Mickey’s mouth. They curled into each other, caressing and kissing until their eyes could barely stay open. When Mickey was sure Ian was asleep, he pressed a kiss to his head. "I love you too," he whispered. ///////////////////// Impromptu geek!mickey for you guys. Haven't been in the mood, but just found out I got a raise and idk...not sure about the title and not sure if it's a part of the series, but hope you guys like it💙