really stupid comic about the moment we've all had when your annoying acquaintance pulls you aside and you get into an argument and he pulls your hair and bites you neck. something that has happened to all of us
It only happens once; a perfect storm of horniness and circumstance leaving Mickey in the most needy of positions. He swears it wouldn't have happened under any other conditions.
His nipple piercing is finally healed; a miracle in and of itself seeing as he pierced it himself in the bathroom while home alone and high a fuck one night. Bored, missing Ian, and not having Mandy to vent had led him to the impulsive act. One that left him nearly passed out before he could even slide the jewelry in. He definitely did it wrong. There was a surprising amount of blood. It hurt almost as bad as when Colin accidentally ran over his foot while learning to drive. It was totally awesome and he can't wait to do the other.
He was elated when the swelling stopped, the pain subsided, and Reddit told him it was safe to play with after 6 weeks. He still hates his chest and can't wait to cut the stupid shits off, but he keeps finding himself reaching into his shirt and grabbing the little bit of fat there, tugging on the bar with his fingers.
And it wasn't very often that he fucked Gallagher face-to-face without a shirt on. But he knew he needed to see the guy's face when he finally gets his fill of the healed piercing. This was a special occasion.
He leads Ian to the bedroom, oddly (thankfully) empty for a Saturday night at the Milkovich's. Sits him down on the edge of the bed and straddles him without a word. Biting his lip and playing with the hem of his sweater while rubbing their clothed cocks together.
And damn it, ever since he switched from gel to injections, he's been mind-numbingly horny. Taking any free chance he got to shove his hands down his pants just to relieve some of the pressure. He doesn't even check to make sure his door is locked anymore - if someone wants to walk in while he's jerking off that's their problem. With Terry in the clink, he doesn't give two shits who comes into his home, into his room, and sees him doing whatever the fuck he wants.
But Ian knows Mickey's been hot 24/7. And he's currently not doing anything to fucking help with that! Quite the opposite, actually. Mickey slowly removes his shirt. With every sliver of skin revealed, Ian is kissing and groping, inch by loving inch. And Mickey already knows to punch Ian in the head if he does something he doesn't like. Luckily, he's never had to do that yet.
Once Ian's mouth reaches Mickey's chest, he pauses. Looks up through golden eyelashes and smirks. "Is this for me?" A kiss on his sternum. One hand creeps up towards Mickey's left nipple, obviously wanting to play with the jewelry there but holding back.
"Motherfuckers get on with it already."
Like the obedient dog he is, that's exactly what Ian does. He wastes no time before licking across Mickey's chest and sucking the piercing into his mouth.
It's an unusual feeling at first, tongue against metal, but it's one Ian quickly grew to enjoy. Especially given the open-mouthed groans his lover was letting out each time Ian's teeth brushed against the sensitive bud. And Mickey - the second Ian's hot tongue laved against his chest, he was a goner. Eyes shut and fingers tangled in ginger hair, he let himself get lost for a few blissful moments.
Mickey is fucking hot. No, like physically. He's burning up. Beads of sweat already forming at his hairline by the time Ian switches to pour some attention on his unpierced nipple. His poor hips move against nothing; led only by Mickey's pulsing tdick trapped under two layers of clothing, not a coherent thought to be found in his pretty little head.
He's glad Ian couldn't see his face from here, no doubt he'd make some embarrassing comment about Mickey being all hot and bothered from a little foreplay...
But it's different now. These hormones have been running his life ever since he switched to injections. A few days ago he nearly squirted just from imagining Ian's hot mouth between his legs. He doesn't know how other guys do it. Does this torment have an end, or must he live the rest of his pathetic days wishing he was constantly being played with, fucked, and filled?
This time, though, he doesn't have to imagine Ian's mouth. It's there. Sucking and nipping at his piercing again like it's candy. Like he'll get a prize if he keeps going until Mickey passes out from how hot everything is. When's the last time anyone turned on the fucking AC in this house anyway?
And it happens.
For just a second, just a brief moment in time, Mickey tilts his crotch at the perfect angle to brush against Ian's tented sweatpants. A hand is pinching one sore nipple while Ian bites down on the other. And it fucking happens.
Mickey doesn't realize it until it's too late. Until his cock is throbbing and his holes are clenching and his hands rip out a few straightened, orange strands.
And it feels like fucking bliss. Like maybe they should both quit their jobs and spend their lives inventing new ways to cum their brains out.
And then it fucking hurts. And it's still hot and wet and Mickey doesn't wanna stop but the overstimulation is like sharp thorns pushed into his nipples and a burning ache deep in his cunt. He shoves Ian's head away.
"Get the fuck off me. Good God." He tried to calm his breathing but the zaps from his nipples to his crotch continue. "I'm gonna fucking... pass out or something."
He's definitely not going to; he only does that when he gets fucked really good. But the threat is still there. and it gets Ian's hands off his tits and onto his waist to hold him steady, lest he falls off his lover's lap and into an especially deep pit of post-adrenaline blues.
"You...?"
And Ian's staring at him like he's fucking stupid. Like he didn't get himself off yesterday just from eating particularly good bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats. Ian is fucking stupid.
It's the hormones. He swears.
"Yes, fuck. I need to- ...fuck, lie down or something."
The room spins for a second while Ian places him diagonal on the mattress. And from this angle, his boyfriend's hard cock is really difficult to not notice.
"I am gonna take care of that," he points right to Ian's dick. "K? I am. I just. I dunno, I need a fucking cigarette or something after that. Holy shit."
Always the gentlemen, it's not even ten seconds before a cigarette and his favorite lighter (brown, Mandy bedazzled it, reads FAG!) is being placed in his shaking hands. It takes a few too many tries to light the damn thing, but the first pull of nicotine is a welcome sensation. Mickey stares at the Megan Fox poster above his bed, wishing he had a centerfold of a certain redhead to paste up there instead.
"Huh... that good, huh?" Mickey hears the conceited grin in the words and immediately changes his mind about the poster.
"Shut the fuck up. Go get beer from the fridge unless you wanna finish yourself off."
Saw a post about how people should not date nerds because they can make you unable to walk until 2 pm and yeah... Nerd Ian and Mickey?? Any any
dyslexic, autistic, burnt-out, school-hating mickey only showing up to sell drugs to other students, doesnt understand why so many people waste their time sitting in class while hes out drinking and fighting and playing video games
lip gets carted off to get interrogated for driving a stolen car, and mickey needs his history essay right fucking now. ian offers to finish up the essay and give it to mickey while lip is gone for the night. mickey calls him some choice words when he sees the jrotc uniform hanging in ians bedroom and the thick novels sitting on his bedside table (not too bad of choice words because this guy is mandys new best friend/boyfriend and she would kill him)
it gets him a better grade that lips essays ever did. and thats how it starts. going over to pick up english papers, meeting down the street to sell weed, passing by each other and not-so-subtly checking each other out while mandys makes them mac and cheese. eventually they establish a sort of system. a sort of... friendship! not that mickey would ever call it that out loud
that is until mickey drops out of school, and ian is desperate for an excuse to see him, so he tracks mickey down to some abandoned buildings and yells at him for giving up on his future or whatever. mickeys like "lmfao what are you even talking about i was never going to actually graduate, none of us do." ian tries to tell him that him and mandy are different and can really accomplish a lot if they just stick it out. mickey gets pissed. "why the fuck are you acting like you know me? i sell you weed, and you write me essays. you dont even fucking know anything about me. you dont even know my fucking sister. keep our names out of your mouth"
they beat the shit out of each other and naturally it leads to them fucking. mickey tells himself its never gonna happen again, but it takes 3 days until hes cornering ian and doing it again
and suddenly mickey is.... actually kinda chill? sorta happy, maybe? has a pep in his step for sure. no one until svetlana (who they meet under different circumstances!!) recognizes that its the "just got fucked reeeeeeally good" attitude. like, its actually insane to mickey that his luck still hasnt run out - not one bad lay since they started messing around, and he doesnt even need to threaten to knock gallaghers teeth out that often
it definitely annoys him, though, when ian studies while they hang out. can't he see there's much better things to be doing right now, preferably mickey?! hes constantly yapping about whatever book he's currently reading and how much he hates his trig teacher. its not hot. its irritating. but its also worth it when, in exchange for listening to ians lame nerdy ramblings, mickey can smoke a joint and pass tf out after 4 thigh-shaking rounds
It's so funny how after the prison reunion in s9 everyone thought Ian and Mickey would have to hide their sexuality and relationship from everyone there, and instead they made their relationship everyone's problem. Like, guards and prisonmates alike begging them to stop bickering, asking around for relationship advice (shoutout to Mickey reaching out to his nazi dad's old friends), and everyone being shocked at how bad their communication skills actually are.
Where angst was expected, we got full Stupid Husbands comedy, and that deserves some love
obsessed with the idea of ian taking it so so personally if anyone dares to not be attracted to mickey and always going out of his way to show off mickey's body as much as he can any time they're around anyone who needs to be shown the truth, up to and including his own siblings.
obsessed with the idea that ian is also wildly, ferociously possessive such that if he catches anyone being attracted to mickey before ian expressly demonstrates that they should be, he becomes afflicted with the fatal need to stake an indisputable claim on mickey immediately.
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