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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shameless_(US)
  Relationship:
      Ian_Gallagher/Mickey_Milkovich
  Character:
      Ian_Gallagher, Mickey_Milkovich, Mandy
  Additional Tags:
      Love, highschoolMickey, OlderIan, prompt, MobbossIan, Smut, delayed
      gratification, Sexy, NeedyMickey, Terryisanasshole, non-cannon
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-14 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 13970
****** Delayed Gratification ******
by Misti1987
Summary
     AU Season 3: What if Mickey was in Ian's place and Ian was Ned, the
     older guy? It starts with Mickey using Ian to make someone jealous,
     but they end up really together and Ian buys Mickey stuff. The guy
     who was made jealous tells Terry about them and Terry attacks them at
     Ian's house, but Ian has security and a good reputation. Terry goes
     away for a long time.
     (Multi only bc of length)
Notes
     ok I made this a multi because I am not quite finished and its
     setting at 12k, so im splittng it up but it should all be posted by
     tonight or early morning. thanks to ela...I blame her for how long it
     is!! lolol. lovve you all as always. read reply all that good stuff.
     I will edit tonight. after I get all the parts up lovelies.
     MUAH
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     Mickey is fed up with his current fuck-buddy and his closeted
     bullshit...not that he wants to come out but there is a limit...He
     sees a hot red-head in the coffee shop and wants to prove that he can
     get someone better...will the red-head play along?
Chapter Notes
     whew, this one was a hard one. But im so satisfied with it right now
     Hope you enjoy lovelies.
---
Mickey was fed up...Ok, he was a lot of things that all amounted to one thing.
He was so done with this bullshit.  When Mickey had started up with Calvin, he
had figured, two closeted assholes wouldn’t be so bad. Afterall at the time he
had been and coming out of the closet in any sense was never gonna fuckin'
happen right?  Right. It wasn't that Calvin was in the closet that bothered
him. It wasn’t that he really gave a damn if Calvin wanted to tell the whole
world he was straight, he really didn’t.  His problem, however, was being
treated not just like a dirty little secret but an inconvenient one as well.
Calvin was a jerk..this much was apparent, ok beyond apparent.  he could at
least acknowledge that Mickey was someone he could be seen with even as a
friend. Mickey Milkovich was nobody's backdoor secret. So fuck that shit.
Like right now, they were in public, and while they were sitting at the same
table Calvin was literally looking around to make sure that nobody who knew him
would see them together, this shit had been going on for well over a year,
almost two in fact. And even more than that Calvin was being a condescending
ass. Like Mickey should be bowing down at his feet for ever even thinking of
talking to him.  Yeah. Fucking. Right.
"Fuck off with that shit man," Mickey spoke.  "You can get over yourself, you
may think that all that popularity has given you some godlike status...but out
here in the real world, where the rest of us live, it ain't shit." He spoke. He
was beyond annoyed now.
"What is that supposed to mean? Pretty sure my godlike status is what attracted
you to me, Mickey. Just because I'm not ready to be out, you are throwing a
tantrum." Mickey rolled his eyes at that because since when had Mickey come
roaring out of the closet...he hadn't. Sure he didn’t care all that much when
his dad had fucked off to god knows where but he wasn't skipping around town
claiming to love dick. Like being seen with Mickey would automatically make
someone assume they were fucking? Fuck off with that shit.
"Whatever man, you are no god...conceited prick." He spoke rolling his eyes.
Yeah, he was so done with this bullshit it wasn’t even funny anymore.
"Ok fine have it your way...not like you can find anything better and when you
realize that you'll come running back to me. Nobody can give you what you
want.." Cal spoke and Mickey gagged.
"I can have whomever I want. Thank you very fucking much man." 
"Really? Anybody?" Cal speaks but suddenly Mickey is distracted. Cal thinks
he's a god, but he is nothing compared to the tall, muscular, seemingly older
man that just walked into the coffee shop they were sitting in off the food
court at the mall.  Now that man was a god. Not that he was stupid enough to
think he stood a chance. He was a teenager still after all and this man had to
be in his 30's at least. Didn't hurt to stare though. Damn.
"You think you can get that?" Cal asked but Mickey knew he thought it was a
joke, especially since it was followed by a deep condescending lie. Maybe that
is why after an eye-roll and a long drink of his coffee emptying it, he got up
for a refill. He couldn’t stop staring at the older man who was engrossed in
his phone. Maybe Cal was right.  Now about not being able to find anything
better, some twink at a bar would be better than this asshole, but maybe about
the fact that this particular man wouldn’t give him the time of day.
Didn’t stop him from wanting to prove the asshole wrong no matter the
consequences. Mickey didn’t just go up to people and flirt with them. He didn’t
even openly admit he liked anything but what people assumed he should like but
that didn’t matter in this moment.  He ordered his coffee, and while waiting he
was standing close to that beautiful redhead. The redhead looked over at him
and offered a polite smile.  "awfully enamored in that phone eh?" Mickey asked,
yeah he felt stupid, but what else was he supposed to say.  The man chuckled.
"Business never stops, even when I want it to ya know?" The man spoke and
offered another smile.
"Not really...but okay," Mickey said and laughed a little. The man seemed to
look him over and nodded at that.
"All in due time I'm sure." He offered.  before his name was called. Ian...that
is what the lady called out to that made the man look up.  "That's me...Nice to
meet you..." He spoke softly.
"Mickey." Mickey finished for him. "Have fun with your business. Hopefully, you
find a way to have some fun at some point." Mickey speaks the last part in some
kind of flirty voice that he wasn't sure existed in his body. The fuck.  The
man looks at him curiously and tilts his head. Mickey still holding a confident
look and a smirk. He was pretty sure he was about to make an ass of, but he
really didn’t care right now.  Ian looked around and leaned in ever so
slightly.

"Are you...flirting with me?" He asks with a look of pure confusion all over
his face. Well, that's that. Not only did Mickey not have a chance with the guy
who might be double his age, but he was shit at flirting.
'Mickey' the woman spoke with his order and he went to grab it when he turned
back around Ian was still standing there waiting for an answer.  "You know you
don't have to stick around for me to make more of an ass of myself," Mickey
says looking into the green eyes.
"No...I mean...I'm actually confused." Ian spoke and he wasn’t being
condescending or rude, he was just asking. Mickey looked over at Cal whose face
was wearing a smirk.  Fuckin' asshole.
"Why? Never been hit on by shitty flirting?" Mickey asked.
"sure I have...not by a teenager, that is new for me...and not by somebody who
has no idea who I am...Look, kid, don't think I'm not flattered...I am...you
are...quite attractive...but I am not your type... and you don't really seem
like the guy that goes up to some stranger and just puts it all out there...so
what gives?"  Ian asks looking at him.
"Not my type... you're like a greek god man...how is that not my type..?"
Mickey asks. Ian chuckles deeply.
"Well thank you. Not what I meant, more like a guy like me...I'm bad news.
That’s all. Didn't answer the question though."   So Mickey gives up his façade
and leans in close.
"Look the guy over there, don't look or anything, he's kinda my, whatever...he
thinks he's the best I can ever do...condescending prick...He's ashamed,
anyway, he thought it was fucking hilarious that I was looking at you is all.
So could you at least not make me feel like he's right?" Mickey says his eyes
almost pleading. He really didn't want to walk over to that table right now and
admit defeat.
"So you really aren't flirting with me, you're trying to piss off the douchebag
you are with? Hmmm...interesting." Ian speaks and smiles brightly.
"Sure...we'll go with that." Mickey answers. He was a babbling idiot about this
guy.
"In that case. I think I have a minute to play along." Ian keeps his smile on
him and reaches out for Mickey's cup of coffee, he writes a number on the side
that Mickey figures are fake but he doesn't care.  "walk me out a bit?" He
askes and Mickey nods.
They walk past Cal and stop at the door. Mickey knows cal can hear them now so
he looks up at Ian in a small thank you smile.  "It was very nice to meet you,
Mickey. Use that number anytime." He winks a bit. And then he leans down and to
a total surprise of Mickey he actually places his lips on Mickey's.  What
happens next is a total shock to Mickey's system, something surges through
Mickey and standing in the very public place he kisses the man back until he is
breathless and Ian pulls back and smiles at him, Ian looks as shocked as he is.
 
"Um..yeah nice to meet you...um...yeah." Mickey stammers because that kiss was
fucking wow. Too bad this guy would never really go for him, because holy
fucking shit that was good, images of what he would let Ian do to him swarming
his mind now.  Ian is now looking right at him, and he licks his lips.
"Please do use that number, Mickey," Ian says in a low, deep and beautiful
voice before he shakes his head and turns to leave.  Mickey is in a trance
watching him leave, and for some reason running his hand over the number that
he is sure is fake but thinking of using it anyway. He had to see that man
again.
"The fuck was that?" Cal's voice filters Mickey's ears, snapping him out of
whatever hold that Ian guy had just put over him with one kiss. 
"Me proving you wrong asshole. Looks like some people can see exactly how
fuckin' worth it I am, yeah?" He says. He doesn’t go to set back down with Cal,
he just looks at him briefly.  "See ya at school man."  and then he walks
away.  His thoughts clouded by a certain red-head that he may never see again.
***** The text *****
Chapter Summary
     Mickey is Going to kill Mandy!
Chapter Notes
     Reminder...write one chapter at a time. ROFL! I might kill this
     before I'm done but here is chapter two. Like i said editing will
     bedone in about 20 mins.
"Hey, bossman, what's got you all distracted?" Mason asks when they are far
away from the mall.
"Oh nothing...just thinking about something. You ever meet someone that
surprises you mase?" He asks deep in thought, about a short dark headed blue
eyed teenager, that wouldn’t leave Ian's mind. He should just let it go, he
should. People like him didn't need to get involved with cute teenage boys such
as the one he had just met, but he couldn’t help it. That kiss was a bad idea,
but those lips, so inviting.  He shook his head at his own thoughts.  Bad Ian.
"Nah...what do you mean? You find something to play with in there?" Mason
laughs. It had been a long time since his boss had mentioned anything like
another person. He wondered if that's what he was getting at.
"Play with...hmm no. My instinct is telling me to stay away. He's a little
young to be playing these games with." He says shaking his head.
"Somebody you don’t want to play with? Now, boss, you goin soft on me?" He asks
jokingly and Ian looks over at his right-hand man and friend.
"Did it look like I was this morning?" He asks referring to said business
meeting, where a certain someone lost a few fingers. Ian didn't play when it
came to his business and his money.
"Not at all boss." Mason shuttered a bit at the memory. Ian was his best
friend, he really was but he was still his boss and he really liked having all
his limbs intact and didn’t feel like losing any anytime soon. "You gonna let
this one go? Mr.too young?" He asks and Ian shrugs, he really didn’t know the
answer to that at this moment. He really and truly didn’t.
--
Mickey looked down at the paper that had slid off his coffee cup once again. He
hadn't been able to throw it away. His curiosity got the best of him.  It had
been over a week since that coffee shop meeting and he wondered where this
number would lead him.  Probably some business or some random creep. But he
couldn’t help but stare at him. He couldn’t help it at all. He toyed with it
for what seemed like forever until his sister busted into his room.
"Hey, asshole what is that?" She asked plopping down on his bed.
"Some guys fake number." He said. And she snorted in laughter.
"You write down some fake number to try to get your closet case fuckwad to find
it?" She asked. Mandy had known about him for a while now. He knew he could
trust her and afterall she didn’t give a fuck who he fucked, well except cal,
she hated that prick.
"Not exactly. Some random guy gave it to me, Long story, guy was helpin me out,
because I was trying to show fuckwad I could get better if I wanted." He said
shrugging it off.
"Said guy...was he cute?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows.
"God yes..." His eyes widened, even if she knew, didn’t mean he wanted to talk
to his sister about this. "I mean, yeah sure."
"have you called it? To see if it's real?" She asked kicking her legs back and
forth.
"Umm. NO. The guy was only helping out. He was turning me down before I told
him why I was...hitting on him. But then he wrote it down, and then he like
kissed me and shit and then he was just gone." He said really speaking to
himself more than he was speaking to her.
"Wait...WHATTTT?!" She shrieked into his ear.
"What....shit bitch, what?" He asked.
"He fuckin' kissed you? And you haven't called that number whyyy?" She asked
shooting up off the bed and looking on the table for something, and he saw her
pick up his phone and wave it at him.
"Gimme that number, Mickey.  We are going to find out just where this leads."
She says and he shrugs. If it was him, he would be mortified, and if it wasn't
who fuckin' cared.  He probably should have paid more attention because lord
only knows what his sister would say to this guy but whatever.  That was sure
something he would regret. In fact looking down at his phone after she left,
his eyes widened. 
"AMANDA MILKOVICH!!! IM GOING TO KILL YOU!!" He screamed at her from across the
house but she just laughed and walked out the door. Then he looked down at his
phone.
 
Can't stop thinking about the things I want you to do to me. 
 
Mickey was fuming, he was going to kill his fucking sister.
***** The Dating Aspect *****
Chapter Summary
     Go on a date with me?
"Boss...Bosss...are you okay?" Mason was trying to get his attention but Ian
couldn’t help but stare at his phone and the text from some unknown number
staring at him in the eye. He rarely gave out his personal number, who could
this be? He knew who he hoped it was but that was impossible.
"Mase...Track a number for me. Find out who...get me a name, address all that
shit yeah?" He asked and Mason nodded jotting down the number he gave him. 
"Any after instructions boss?" He asked curiously and Ian shook his head.
"No, just the information is all. Call it curiosity. No action needed. We
clear?" He asks and Mason nodded and left the room.  Ian looked at the message
again. Maybe it was somebody's number he had deleted and forgot to block...no
he had changed the number since the last one...his family was all saved. And
all his business went through his other phone...there was only one persons
number he possibly wouldn’t have...the pretty boy...that intrigued him...his
leg was shaking in anticipation but he waited for Mason to come back. He didn't
want to take the chance that this wasn't who he thought it was.  What if
somebody had gotten the number...what if it wasn’t a sultry text from a cute
boy he should stay away from and instead a threatening text from an
enemy...wait no it had a wink face after it...he sighed deeply and tried to
work on his paperwork.  He needed to release some frusteration...who owed him
money that he could hurt...there had to be someone.
--
Mickey didn't receive a text back, so he figured it was either a fake number or
his sister had succesfully managed to freak the red-head out.  He was in the
middle of class on monday when his phone dinged.
Ian: Shouldn't make promises you can't handle keeping there Milkovich.
His eyes widened...how did he know his last name..he hadn't given it to him,
had he? Now he was the one confused but he still found himself texting back.
Mickey: I don't make promises I can't keep. How did you know my last name red?
You stalking me?
Ian: mmm, idle curiosity...I can find anything out.
Mickey: Oh can you? And what all did you find out.
Ian: You are definitely too young for me.  Mickey Milkovich, southside, 17, son
of a prick not worth mentioning.  delectable ass tho.
Mickey: Well that's not creepy as fuck at all.
Mickey takes a deep breath. Maybe this guy was right about being bad news but
that didn't stop him from hammering out another text.
Mickey: yet I don't see you using that information for anything useful
 
Mickey didn't hear another word from Ian for the rest of the day, so he
shrugged it off. The guy was much older and sure didn't want to have to deal
with a teenager. Maybe in another life, but damn that kiss.
--
Ian wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, but fuck if he wasn't doing it. As
he sat in his car outside the fucking highschool he knew Mickey was in, he was
tempted to tell the driver to take him away from here, this was a stupid idea.
He should have just texted Mickey back, not shown up at his school to show what
a stalker he really was after all.  This kid was 17, he was still a teenager,
with a whole life ahead of him, a life that shouldn’t involve getting involved
with someone who's daily buisness included shady characters, and being in
charge of one of the biggest crime organizations in chicago. What he should do
is leave this kid alone, but for some reason, he was still here and as he got
out of his car, he knew there was no turning back from this, especially not
when he saw Mickey exit the school chatting with some girl, that looked a lot
like him. A girl he assumed was his sister.
"I'm still going to kill you. I made an ass of myself and it's your fuckin'
fault. Couldn't send a hi, noooo, had to be a fuckin' perv." Mickey says
chastising the girl and Ian smiled. So it hadn't been mickey that had texted
him to begin with. Made more sense now, disappointed him a little because oh
the things he would do to that ass if given half a chance but that was neither
here nor there. First he had to talk to Mickey. To do the right thing.
"Oh fuck off. Like you weren't thinking about all the ways you would love for
him to show you whos boss." She said wiggling her eyebrows.
"Aint gonna happen now is it, you bitch," Mickey said shaking his head but then
he looked up and stopped his eyes falling directly on Ian's. 
"Woah...who's fuckin limo...and the fuck are they doing around these parts?"
The girl asked whistling.
"Ian..." Mickey whispered and the girl's eyes shot over to Ian as well her eyes
widened.
"Wait...That's him?" Ian heard her whisper.
"You can fuck off now Mandy." The girl mandy snorted and rolled her eyes but
she stayed back in her place as Mickey approached the car.
"What are you doin here?" Mickey asked, Ian could see that he was freaking out.
Ian knew that Mickey probably wasn't out anyway, and some rich older guy shows
up. It didn’t look good. So instead of saying what he wanted to say.
"Thought I would drop by and offer the Milkovich siblings a ride home." He said
smiling lightly.
"Ain't gotta tell me twice," Mandy said and she pulled her brother with her to
get into the car.
--
"Nice mandy, you don't even know the guy, he could kill us," Mickey said eyeing
his sister as Ian stepped in the car after them.
"But he's not. You're not gonna kill us right? " She asks looking up at Ian's
amused eyes and he snorted.
"No I'm not going to kill you. I don't like witnesses." He motioned towards the
school in a joking manner, but Mickey had a feeling there was some truth to
that. He should be scared, but he wasn’t really. He didn’t say anything else
until after he dropped mandy off at the house. Mickey didn’t get out, he turned
towards him and raised an eyebrow.
"Just giving the poor kids a ride home huh?" He asks and Ian leans over and
closes the door.
"It could be that if you want it to. You could get out of the car right now and
I won't come back..." He says
"and if I stay?" He asks.
"We go for a drive, and we talk. That’s all." Ian says. And Mickey nods sitting
back in his seat.
"Drive on then." He says and Ian nods to the driver before rolling up the
window leaving them alone.
"Who the fuck are you.?" Mickey asks brazenly and Ian laughs.
"Ian Gallagher." He says simply and Mickey squints his eyes. He has heard the
name, he is trying to place it frantically. There are some Gallaghers from
around here, but not a red-headed boy, well man...he thinks harder.
"Yes those Gallaghers." Ian speaks noticing the recognition, and no you haven't
seen me around, I haven't lived here since I was a teenager myself and that was
a very long time ago. That isn't the connection your thinking of. You might
have heard some bad things about me...I'm not exactly...innocent." He speaks.
And Mickey can tell he's holding something back, not because he's being coy but
the way he says it.
"I'm not gonna go around screaming your name from the rooftops man. What makes
you so bad then? I come from a bad neighborhood if you haven't noticed." And
Ian snorts at that.
"I'm aware, so am I. Not that kind, I have a business Mickey, full of unsavory
characters. And I am the lead of those unsavory characters." Ian explains and
Mickey looks at him warily.
"What are you like the mob or something?" Mickey asks in a joke but when he
doesn’t receive an answer he looks up sharply. "For real?"
"If you ever repeat that..." Ian has to stay it, not that he thinks he will.
"Won't. Unless I have something to worry about...you here to chop me up and
stick me in your basement?" He asks.
"no. I'm here to talk to you. Don't know why. You shouldn’t be mixed up with
the likes of me Mickey."
"I look scared to you?" He asks and Ian shakes his head at him.
"No," Ian says honestly.
"What do you want from me?" Mickey asks curiously but looking into Ian's eyes,
he is sure he would say yes to whatever it was, and that scares him a little. 
"A date," Ian says and Mickey looks at him with wonderment. A date?
"huh?" Mickey hears the word come out of his mouth. He wasn’t really sure what
to say to that. A fuckin' date?
"A date...you know...dinner...conversation...somewhere nice..." Ian explains
and Mickey rolls his eyes.
"umm...you should probably know I'm not...like...out." He says feeling stupid
but it was important. His dad was fucked off to somewhere but he was still
Terry.
"You afraid of people knowing you like dick?" Ian asks bluntly.
"People..no...my dad...yes." He doesn’t know why he's being so honest with this
guy who he doesn’t really know all that well.
"Are you afraid of him?" Ian asks, and there is something that flashes in his
eyes, something that tells Mickey that he doesn’t particularly like guys like
his father.
"Not important."
"Is to me. But for now...I'll let it go. This date would not be around here if
that makes any difference. It's just an offer. You can say no anytime you
like." Ian says to assure him.
"You don't look like a guy that gets told no very often," Mickey says smirking,
and licking his lips softly, which makes a fire burn inside Ian.
"Not often, no," Ian says smiling at him.
"Where is this date?" Mickey asks giving him the answer he needs.
"You will see."
"Don't got shit to wear," Mickey says already knowing he has nothing to wear on
this apparent date with the man.
"It's taken care of," Ian says as the car stops and Mickey looks at him as he
opens the door. They step out on to this property, a property that Mickey
thinks holds a whole fuckin' villa.
"The fuck is this?" Mickey asks gently.
"This is home. Come. I'll have Mason find you something to wear." He says
leading them into the huge house.
"Mason?" Mickey gets an uneasy feeling. What if Ian wanted to add him to some
sort of boytoy collection. Was there a bunch of guys running around ready to
please this man....probably. Mob boss he could do...sharing said mob boss, he
didn't really think his instincts could keep him from doing something stupid in
that case.
"best friend, associate. He will take care of your attire. You can trust him. I
do." He says and he calls out into the large house, like who could hear him?
"Yes, bossman?" Mason comes out from the hallway, a sandwich in his hand, which
he's chowing down on.
"Jesus Mase...Keep that shit in the kitchen." Ian rolls his eyes causing Mickey
to let out a laugh, which stops Mason in his tracks, he swallows his bite.
"and what do we have here?" Mason asks taking Mickey in, Mickey feeling a
little uncomfortable, clenches his fists out of instinct. Until Ian touches his
shoulder and his fists unclench. Well, that was new.
"This is my friend Mickey. He will be joining me for dinner. Carlson sounds
appropriate. Can you find him some attire, Mase?" Ian speaks easily but
professionally.
"No problem." Mason says and then he looks at Mickey one more time. "welcome to
case de Carrot top." He says and he walks off.
"annoying bastard," Ian says chuckling.
***** You don't scare me. *****
Chapter Summary
     Mickey assures Ian that he is willing to see all the parts of him.
Chapter Notes
     Wow, if you read this before i edited it, im so sorry. that was a
     mess. lolol.
--
Dinner is like a dream. Mickey is brought to a nice restaurant, in his new
suit, that he has no fuckin' intention of keeping, the place is empty, Ian
helps him order, and they chat and drink. Ian with some wine, and Mickey with a
beer, because fuck that pansy wine shit. And they just talk.  Afterwards, Ian
drops him off at home, nothing too extreme, but nice. Spending time with Ian is
nice.
The dates continue over the next few months, Ian will text him and invite him
somewhere new and they hang out and talk. At this point, he is curiously
frustrated. Ian hasn't tried to kiss him again, they just talk. He didn't know
what this was, did ian just want a new friend, did he have an issue with his
age. He didn’t really know but it was slowly driving him crazy. And he has
stopped talking to Cal because even a sexless relationship with Ian is far
better than whatever he had going on with that idiot.
He is sitting in class trying to concentrate when his phone buzzes. He looks
down and smiles before even opening it. It's Ian.
Ian: What are you doing tonight?
Mickey looks at it curiously, that's odd. Usually, Ian just texts someplace he
wants to take him, he never asks first really.
Mickey: I'm assuming somewhere with you
Ian: no plans? Not taking you away from anything?
Ok, that was odd, Ian never asked that, the fuck.
Mickey: What are you getting at? What plans? Spit it out red.
Over the months he knew that Ian had come accustomed to his attitude, and
usually just found it cute for some fucking reason.
Ian:  Nothing. Bad day....could really use a night in.
Mickey: Oh ok. Tomorrow then?
Ian: Was hoping you'd join me tonight. At the house...could use...would be nice
to see your face.
Ok well, that was definitely weird. Something was off. Something was wrong.
Mickey: Pick me up now.
Ian: You have school.
Mickey: Don't care. Now.
Ian: I'll send Mase.
Ok, now he was fucking freaking out. He never sent Mason after him. Ever. He
didn’t invite Mickey out when he was busy, so he made sure he always picked him
up in person. Something was up and Mickey didn't like the feeling he was having
right now. Was it that thing Ian had...fuck what was he called...depression? No
that wasn’t it. Whatever, what was wrong? He was pacing outside the school by
the time that Mason pulled up in an old car, not the limo. The fuck?  Mickey
got into the passenger seat and looked over at Mason, wondering if he should
ask. Mason didn’t work for him, he shouldn’t ask and it turns out he didn’t
have to.
"Before we go in there, there are some things you should know," Mason says
lightly.
"What's wrong... I know its something, he seems different."
"He had a bad day. Business things.  Family things, all piled up. He's not
doing so good. Anyway, he's going to seem low, to an outsider that doesn’t
understand...do not ask if it's his disorder, it is not. He didn't think he
should call you but he needed to."  Mason speaks methodically. He wishes he
knew how to help ian but he already knew he had never witnessed Ian as anything
but normal Ian.
"What do I need to do?" Mickey asks. He really wants to know.
"Just be there, hold him, whatever. If you are uncomfortable with anything he
says or does or asks, you tell him, he's still Ian. I don't know how far...look
he's still Ian...he can hear you and understand you, all he really needs is
your attention. That's all. Just don't ask about things you shouldn’t ask about
and you should be fine."
"Is there a fuckin list?" Mickey asks annoyed. What wasn't he supposed to ask
about?
"it’s a long one man."
"and if I accidentally ask one of these questions...?" He asks kind of scared,
not so much of ian but of these apparent reactions he might illicit out of
Ian...his...whatever he was.
"You'll know. And look, if he freaks out for whatever reason just call me. I
will be at the guest house. He will understand if you want to leave ok?" He
says. There's those childlike gloves again which brought up one thought.
"Have...people left because of this? Is that why you're telling me..."
"You can talk to him about that...probably not today...maybe let that one sit
for a couple of days," Mason says and Mickey sighs. Yeah he sure as hell wasn’t
getting anything out of this guy right now.
--
Ian sat on his bed, toying with some random knickknack. He was so tired. Not
low, just fucking tired. His associates were fucking idiots, people that owed
him money made him do things he didn’t want to do. His family...fucking family,
especially his parents, waste of space those two. He just wanted to see Mickey
but he didn’t know if it was a good idea to see him right now. Mickey had never
seen him anything but happy and easy to deal with. What if he couldn’t take
this part of him. But as Mason had reminded him if he couldn’t take it, it was
better to find out now, before things went any further, he was already attached
enough, It was better to test the waters with this now. Better to know how
Mickey took this a little at a time. Because if he couldn’t handle this, he
sure couldn’t handle all the other parts of Ian.
He felt his phone buzz and the message from Mason, saying Mickey was on his way
up, and he would be in the guesthouse. He appreciated his friend for being here
today. It was his day off, and he had more important things to do that o
babysit Ian.
 
--
Mickey walks into the large house. mason said Ian was up in his room, and he
hadn’t even had the chance to tell the man that he had no idea in this
godforsaken house that was. Well fuck, he gets out his phone to text Ian
instead.
 
Mickey: Hey…so I don’t totally know where your room is located but I'm in your
house.
 
Ian looks down at his phone and chuckles. Mickey is absolutely adorable. He
musters up some energy and gets up to pad down the hall,  making his way to the
end of the hallway where the large staircase was held, and he looked over the
ledge to see Mickey standing there, fiddling with his phone and looking around.
Mickey was nervous about this, which meant that Mason gave him the don’t upset
Ian speech. Lovely. 
 
“Up here” he speaks and Mickey looks up taking in a deep breath and heads up
the stairs to meet Ian.  Ian looks tired, kind of weak, and just exhausted but
all around he still looks like the man that he is fascinated by more and more
every day that he knows him. “You didn’t have to leave school early.” Ian
states and Mickey snorts.
 
“Oh please…that place is boring as all fuck. I needed to get the fuck outta
there before I throat punched someone. You know they don’t like when you do
that.” Then Mickey shrugs. “who knew?” and Ian laughs weakly.
 
“So I was thinking…we could go to the screening room and watch a movie or
something? That okay?” Ian asks, hoping that if he distracts Mickey with a
movie, he won't be so scared of ian right now.
 
“Whatever you want man. I’m good with whatever.” He says and Ian knows he wants
to ask but he has been instructed not too. So they make it to the movie room,
and Ian flips through some titles until he finds some random movie to put on.
 
“I understand you were told not to, but you can ask me anything, Mickey.” He
says softly. “I don’t like scaring you.”
 
“Scaring me? What are you talking about?” Mickey looks over concerned.
 
“The way you are looking at me right now, the scared to speak look…I don’t
like  that look.” Ian says hanging his head.
 
“Not scared. Lets get that perfectly straight.  I am concerned. Not because I
think your gonna bust out some fuckin’ weapon r something,  but because I care
that you are upset. I'm pretty fond of your stupid lanky ass, and I don’t like
when you are upset.” Mickey says and looks into Ian’s  eyes and Ian knows he is
being honest.
 
“I scare people a lot.” He laughs weakly.
 
“Kinda in the job description though right? Would be highly ineffective if you
didn’t.” Mickey jokes and Ian sighs.
 
“Not that kind of scare…I do that too but people walk on eggshells when I'm
upset or whatever. I don’t want you to have to do that.  You aren’t going to
ask…because my meddling best friend knows I hate the question, so I'll just
answer it as if you had.  This isn’t the bipolar really, although I'm sure I
wouldn't be this affected if I didnt  have it. You know I told you about it
because I  trust you.  It’s like when everything piles on at once, I just don’t
have the energy for it all, and today, I wanted to be alone but then I really
wanted to see your face. Your face makes me smile.” He says weakly but
truthfully
 
“Ok. No problem. Can I ask you something…I wasn’t exactly told what not to
ask…so if this is too much, just say something and I will like to drop the shit
until later oK?” Ian nods at Mickey.  “What is this…not the sadness shit but
us…like we hang out, we go on dates, we don’t kiss or anything so I don’t know
if I'm your friend or whatever…ok I'm rambling, also like, Mason seemed scared
I would run from whatever this is so I just want to know…has that happened
before or something and like…god I sound like a bitch…nevermind.” Mickey
rambles on and Ian just tilts his head at him the entire time in wonderment.
Mickey is really fucking cute.
 
“Ok…lets address the later before the former shall we.  Yes, the way I am…has
scared people off. I don’t usually let people close enough to see it. So it
hasn’t been an issue in quite some time. The extent of my relationships in the
past I would say five-ish years has been totally sexual and none of it
emotional. But yes before that, there have been times, when once people see
different sides of me they run away. I don’t want that to happen here.”  Mickey
nods waiting for the rest of the answer.
 
“When we started hanging out Mickey, I was scared to like you,  you are like
half my age, almost quite literally. But I like you, I want more from you, but
I want you to know all of the parts of me before anything happens. Losing you
already scares me and if our relationship had certain aspects to it, there are
parts of that I am afraid to show you as well. I don’t know well  I would take
you walking away is all.” Ian says honestly and Mickey nods again.
 
“Not going anywhere, Ian.”
 
“You cant know that.” Ian retorts.
 
“OK fine you want to play that,  I’ll give you that. I can’t know that, that’s
true. But I can know that I’m not leaving today or because of this. Look…I like
you Ian…A lot.” Mickey speaks an Ian is looking at him intently.
 
“Yeah?” Ian asks lightly feeling a bit better about asking him here.
 
“Like haven’t even looked at anyone but this annoying red-head I know in three
months, like you.” He says finally and looks away.  “and as a teenager, who Is
horny as all  fuck 98 percent of the time that’s a lot, Ian.” He keeps his face
turned away from Ian, who just simply reaches out and grabs Mickey’s hand,
stroking it lightly.
 
“What about…whats his face?” Ian asks lightly sounding a little unsure. He
hadn’t expected that confession and he wasn’t sure Mickey meant to give it.  He
had expected that Mickey was still…doing whatever he was with that guy, he
wanted Mickey to be sure about him before he asked for more of an exclusive
relationship. Before he took that step with him to make them more. 
 
“who…Cal? Fuck that asshole.” Mickey bites but then he turns to Ian. “Sorry
didn’t mean to snap.” He says softly.
 
“It’s okay. I just didn’t think…I didn’t know.” Ian says looking at him softly.
Mickey suddenly has a look cross his face but before Ian can recognize it, its
gone again.
 
“I shouldn’t ask…So I'm not going to just, if you are…with anybody else…its
fine…I know we aren’t..whatever…that’s not why I toldyou…in fact I don’t know
why I did..” Mickey chuckles at himself awkwardly and Ian lets out a small
laugh.
 
“oh…no that’s not what I meant. I haven’t…I just assumed you were. I didn’t
want to ask you not to just yet…that’s all. I um…its complicated but I haven’t
in a while is all.” Ian said, and he looked over at the screen they weren’t
watching, suddenly more tired than before. “Mickey…I'm going to ask you this
and in no way is this me trying to get in your pants. I'm just so tired, I
didn’t want to take you to my room…beause…well, we haven’t but would it be ok
if we go lay down?” He asked stumbling over his words a bit. He didn’t want
Mickey to think that’s where this conversation was heading. He honestly didn’t
have the energy for anything right now, but he did want to hold Mickey.
 
“Oh sure…we can do that,” Mickey says.
 
They get up and walk down the hall and Ian opens the door to this larger than
life bedroom,  and Mickey is still in astonishment for a minute.  “Holy fuck
man. This room is bigger than my house.”  Ian chuckles lightly at that.
 
“There are…some comfortable clothes in that dresser if you’d like Mickey,” Ian
says sweetly and Mickey nods, looking around for a place to change and see’s
the bathroom door, he heads over to change but is lost when he entered the
fucking bathroom for gods. Holy fuck,  he could just live in here, and die
happy. What the hell?  He finally makes his way out and Ian is in his bed
curled up, his eyes are closed and Mickey wonders if he’s asleep.
 
“Ian?” Mickey whispers lightly as he moves the covers to climb into the huge
bed.
 
“Hmm?” Ian asks peaking one eye open to look at Mickey. And then he opens the
other one and smiles lightly.  “You look good.”
 
“In pajamas?” Mickey  asks in amusement.
 
“Mmhmm, and in my bed,” Ian says opening his arms, and Mickey scoots over to
him so that Ian can wrap his arms around him. “You haven’t asked what happened
today,” Ian states simply.
 
“Didn’t think you wanted to talk about it,” Mickey answers letting Ian wrap his
arms around him, he feels Ian softly stroke his back.
 
“mm, don’t really.  Work was rough. Sometimes its fine, sometimes I Wanna just
set them all on fire quite literally. Today was one of those days.  But then my
family…ugh…” He paces himself slowly.
 
“The siblings down the street from me?” He asks lightly not sure if he’s
supposed to. 
“Well a little, but they aren’t so bad, ya know.  Lip is doing really good…he’s
been sober for like a year…Debs has this cute as all fuck kid, I love sending
her gifts,  carl is finishing his second tour, reminds me of when I wanted to
be in the military, Liam is getting so big, smart little fucker that one. Think
he’s too much like all of us that one.  Fi…the one that raised us…she’s
frustrating as hell most of the time. I miss how she was when we were kids, but
I don’t know. None of its any of them really. Except for that Fi, when she
doesn’t want to deal with our parents she sends them to me. Like I want to deal
with their shit. That’s what happened today. Monica and fuckin’ frank.” He
sighs and Mickey can tell how absolutely drained he is from his parents
bullshit.
 
“What did they do?” Mickey asks letting his hands run down Ian’s back.
 
“Mmm. Just being frank and Monica I guess. Franks on a bender…owes some people
some money. Likes to throw my name around to get him out of it.  Monica…shes
like this unmedicated version of me, but I love her I do. She’s sick…really
sick. Fi can’t deal because she hates her so much, so that’s for me to take
care of her. It's really draining to deal with it all.Somtimes it gets me
down.” Ian says sadly.
 
“That’s alright. I'm glad you called me.” Mickey says and Ian brightens a
little at that. “you know I knew something was up in that first text.”  And Ian
peaks with interest.
 
“How?” he asks trying to remember what he wrote.
 
“You asked if I was free…you never do that. You’re usually like dinner
tonight..or whatever you want to do. You never as if I'm free, you know ill
tell you if I'm not. It just made me wonder. Then you kept asking and I just…I
wasn’t scared Ian, I was worried about you.” He says explaining himself.
 
“It feels nice that you worry…I usually hate it, its weird.” Ian says honestly
and he looks in Mickey’s eyes.  Something flashes in his eyes and he leans up
on his elbow.  “No sex for three months?” He asks suddenly and Mickey laughs.
 
“Unless we are counting my hands…no,” Mickey says laughing and Ian laughs with
him.
 
“I like that…hmm I've never asked…kind of funny now that I think about it. I
should have…but gonna be honest…if you’re a top, I'm gonna be just a tiny bit
disappointed.”  Ian laughs at himself.
 
“and if I am…deals off?” Mickey asks out of curiosity.
 
“no…I can work with it, just been thinking of burying myself in that delicious
ass is all.”  Ian says softly and Mickey coughs. Well, he wasn’t hard before,
but he sure as shit was now. Fuckin damnit.
 
“Oh fuck. Please don’t say that.” He bites out, not angrily but he thinks Ian
takes it that way because he seems disappointed.
 
“that’s a shame. But that’s okay.”
 
“I'm not,” Mickey says and Ian looks at him in curiosity not understanding. “A
top, I’m not.” He says and Ian’s mouth forms a perfect “O” shape. “Just maybe
don’t talk about what you would do with my ass at this given moment…kind of
does things to me.” And Ian chuckles understanding.
 
“oooh…” Ian smiles brightly and leans into Mickey and kisses him softly on the
lips only for a moment and pulls back and rests their foreheads together.  “Not
going to let anyone else have it again before I do?” Ian asks. He likes this
distraction from his problems. He’s really tired, if he wasn't it would be near
impossible to control himself around Mickey, but as it were…he could very much
have a little sort of fun today.
 
“would you like that? If I didn’t?” Mickey asks curiously.
 
“Very much…would like it if you didn’t get off at all until I let you, but that
is neither here nor there,” Ian says motioning for Mickey to turn over so he
could hold him better, which Mickey does.
 
“At all…like no masturbation?” Mickey asks the tone of his voice tells Ian how
absolutely impossible he sees that option.
 
“Mmm. Someday I will get you to agree maybe. Delayed gratification can be so
satisfying.”
 
“Would you do it too?” Mickey asks softly and curiously and Ian laughs a
little.
 
“Not exactly how it works, but it could be arranged…for you.” He says sneakily.
“I won't ask yet though.”
 
“Why? You think I can’t?” Mickey asks sounding challenged and Ian thinks that
Mickey likes to be challenged.
 
“Mmm…I don’t know…can be pretty difficult…makes a person needy, wanting.” Ian
says softly and  Mickey thinks about that. Thinks about what it would be like
to not cum for so long and then…it sends shivers down his spine.
 
“I’ll make you a deal…” Mickey says thoughtfully.
 
“which is?”
 
“I will touch myself one last time…to the thought of what it will be like…and
then nothing…until you take me…” Mickey's voice is vibrating at the thought,
his dick sure likes the fucking idea, that’s for sure.
 
“mmm, one last time huh? Alright…but no breaking the rules…hmm?” Ian asks
smiling and wrapping himself tighter around the smaller man who nods. “I will
know if you have.” And Mickey almost asks, but he is sure that Ian is probably
right.
 
“we sleep a bit now pretty boy. Thank you for today, I treasure it more than
you know.”  He says and it isn’t long until he is fast asleep behind Mickey.
Mickey, on the other hand, is focused on his very apparent arousal, The thought
of Ian making him wait, making him beg…it’s almost too much to take but he will
wait until he gets home to use his promised one-time release. Afterall if he
can’t do it now, there was no way he would make it until however long Ian was
planning on making him wait for it.
--
 
Mickey stayed at Ian’s the entire weekend. Ian feeling a little better every
day, and Mickey feeling more frustrated every moment that he was near Ian.  He
was more than thankful to go home late Sunday night, to ready himself from
school…that and to make himself cum with Images of what Ian would hopefully
soon do to him.  Got he hoped it was soon because he had just promised to not
even touch himself for god knows how long.
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Chapter Summary
     Delayed Gratification...so good.
Ian hummed around the office in frustration. It had been three weeks…three
weeks since even he himself had touched himself. He had promised to do it after
all. He wasn’t used to this. Usually…the delayed gratification that he enjoyed
oh so much, didn’t involve him waiting so long, if at all. But he was building
it up. Everytime he saw Mickey, and he was so proud of him, he knew that Mickey
was bursting at the seams, he was going to enjoy the hell  out of him soon. So 
fucking soon.  Tonight he was going to test his waters.  He had Mickey all to
himself, it was a school break and Mickey had agreed to come over. 
 
“Mason..” He called to his friend.
 
“Yes, boss.” He said entering the room.
 
“I want everybody out of the house…staff…everybody…for the next three days.” He
says confidently. “Or unless I call them back. That includes you.” He says and
Mason nods eyeing him.
 
“Need me close by?” He asks wondering.
 
“No…only the guards at the gate. Nobody closer than the gate.”  Mason nods.
“Fun plans then?”
 
“Something like that.” Ian answers and hurries off to take a nap before Mickey
arrives.
 
--
 
Mickey arrives at the house and makes his way up to Ian’s in-house office. He
shouldn’t be here, god this was so hard, he was about to fucking cum without
any effort. He was sure of it, so fucking sure. He was so fucking horny. Three
weeks. Why the fuck did he agree to this,  why was he still doing it? Fucking
damn it. 
 
“I’m here.” He said peaking his head in and Ian looked up from his desk,
glasses placed on his nose. Well, that’s sexy, and then his eyes traveled up
and down Ian’s chest. More sexy, no shirt on. Fucking damn it.
 
“I’ll be…that way.” Mickey said and Ian chuckled.
 
“I’ll be right there babe.” Ian says and Mickey wasn’t really sure how a
confirmation of them being together, sent his raging hard-on into overdrive,
but it did.  He groaned walking out of the room.  He went to Ian’s room and
laid on his bed. The smells, Ian smells.  Visions of a naked Ian filled his
brain, images of a mouth, a tongue, a fucking everything, being pounded in so
many places of this house….fuck.   He shot up out of the bed wringing his
hands. He adjusted himself.  So sensitive and he shuttered. He couldn’t fucking
take this anymore. He was playing with the hem of his pants when Ian walked in.
 
“Whatcha doing?” Ian asked smiling brightly.
 
“Can’t anymore. Can’t” Mickey says. He is balling his fists up and releasing
them and Ian smiles. That’s it, that’s the stuff.  He had been sure Mickey
would have been begging by the first week, it was what he was waiting on, what
he was planning on.  
 
“Can’t what baby?” Ian asked sitting on the bed a little and moving with his
legs open.  “’mere.” He says and Mickey obeys and sits between his legs.
 
“Cant take it anymore…need to cum.” He says shaking a little, and Ian rubs his
back up and down, applying pressure in all the right places. 
 
“Hmm, I think you can.” He says to his boyfriend, and he kisses the side of his
neck. Oh yes, those shivers. Almost,
 
“Ian…I haven’t had an orgasm in three weeks. I haven’t had sex since we met. 
That’s been four and a half months.  “Asshole I really fucking adore you and
all, but fuckin’ Christ.”
 
“Mmm. Tell me about it…almost there..” He says and he rubs Mickey's hips and
shifts a bit. Mickey can feel him too.
 
“If you cum…I’ll stab you,” Mickey says and Ian laughs. “So violent…I like it.”
Ian says sweetly moving to let his boyfriend lay down and he towers over him a
bit.
 
“Not yet my sweet Mickey. Not yet.” He says clasping their hands together.  He
smiles sneakily and lets his body rut against Mickey’s for just a second,
causing Mickey to groan loudly.
 
“Not fair…So fucking hard.” He says literally moving his hips up for some
friction.
 
“mmm, so needy.” Ian speaks in a low and sex filled voice and Mickey looks up
at him with these pleading eyes. He grasps at his hands squeezing as hard as he
can manage.
 
“P..”   then he sighs and lets go of the hands a little, then completely and
his arms wrap around Ians, and he pulls him to his lips kissing Ian hard. He’s
breaking, he’s losing his damn mind, and Ian’s lips don’t necessarily help,
just makes him harder, makes his body move against Ian’s more and he can feel
Ian's hardness against his own and it makes it worse so worse, he just needs
to…and then Ian stops and smiles brightly.
 
“What were you saying baby?” he asks. And fucking calling him baby, that was
another thing, from anyone else he’d stab them, but from Ian’s lips so fucking
sweet, and aromatic.
 
“N…nothing.” He says. Did he really have to say it? Like some needy virgin. At
this point, he almost felt like one. He couldn’t possibly be sexy at all if he
as begging for it could he? What if it was what Ian thought he wanted but once
he saw it, it turned him off?
 
“If you're sure,” Ian says shifting to lay next to Mickey. “What are you afraid
of Mickey?” He asks lightly.
 
“Not. M’fuckin horny Ian! And my boyfriend is an asshole, who won’t fuck mine.”
He says huffing. “Need to go for a run. I’ll be back” he says and Ian gets up
to protest but Mickey turns back up him. “Need to cool off, not leaving.”
 
Ian strums his fingers on the bed waiting for Mickey to come back. Maybe he has
taken this too far. Maybe it was a little too soon to be playing at this, maybe
he should just give in and give Mickey what he wants now, after all, Ian wasn’t
entirely sure how long he was going to make it before he was the one begging
for release and he had a lot more control over his urges than his boyfriend
did. He sighed going to take a cold shower of his own.
 
Mickey takes a deep breath and heads back into the house. A nice run managed to
distract him enough to get his shit together and breathe. He walked into Ian’s
room and once again he was fucked because he heard the shower and that just
made images dance in his head. Images that weren’t necessarily innocent, he
couldn’t help himself when he opened the door slowly and opened it to find Ian
standing against the shower wall, water running down his very muscular body and
Mickey let his eyes fall and he gasped, oh fuck that was beautiful. He knew Ian
had heard him because he turned his face towards him and looked at Mickey but
he didn’t say a word. Mickey didn’t know why but he stripped his clothes off
and got into the shower with Ian. He felt the cold water on his body and Ian
instead of saying a word just got some soap and helped him get clean. Then he
thought about all his boyfriend did do for him. From the gifts to the. Dinners
to how sweet he was. And the only think he had ever asked was that Mickey not
cum until Ian let him, and Ian really seemed to need Mickey to beg for it and
after all what was he scared of?  He doesn’t even put clothes on when he gets
out just wraps a towel around him and lays on the bed.
 
“Not still upset with me?” Ian asks lightly and Mickey turns to him.
 
“Not upset with you, upset with my body maybe.” He says honestly:
 
“Why? It’s only natural it wants a release. And I want to give it to you.” Ian
says honestly, and Mickey sighs and wraps his arms around Ian.
 
“I want release, yes, but more importantly I want to be good for you,” Mickey
says and his eyes widen when he says it and Ian does too and it’s followed by
this sweet sound, a sound that shoots right to Mickeys dick. Damnit.  “Fuck.”
 
Ian tilts his head at Mickey in concentration licking his lips. “Maybe I ask
for too much.” He says a little sadly and Mickey shakes his head.
 
“No. You don’t. Just want you so bad.” He says trailing his finger down Ian’s
chest. Ian closes his eyes and pulls Mickey to him.
 
“I love you.” Ian says softly and closes his eyes. He does. Sure he hadn’t been
intimate with Mickey in the way he was with most men he  had been with. But
that was kind of the beauty of it wasn’t it? His mind was not clouded with
other things, just how he felt for Mickey. He knows Mickey probably cant feel
the same way about him ut he has to make sure he knows. “I don’t need you to
say it back, I just wanted you to know. This…Us…it’s more than anything. If you
are uncomfortable with anything tell me…if this delayed gratification is too
much for you…I will stop it…I will…I think id go anything for you.” Ian says
honestly. His Erection that was springing to life at the mere touch of his
boyfriend wasn’t even why he was saying it, he would do anything Mickey asked
him to  do.
 
“can I ask you something?”  Mickey says lightly, and he leans over to kiss
Ian’s lips. “More for me too, by the way, not just some horny teenager. Don’t
want just anybody touching me, only you.” He says honestly.
 
“Anything, ask me anything.” Ian hums pulling mickey closer to him.
 
“Why do you want me to…ya know beg?” he asks because he needs to know, he has
almost done it so many times but stopped himself. “What if…its not nearly as
hot as you think it will  be.” He says shyly and Ian looks at him with peaked
interest.
 
“That’s what your worried about…baby everything about you is unbelievably sexy.
If you don’t want to..you don’t have to…Maybe it was too much to ask…waiting
this long…did not think you’d hold out this long, but why…I don’t know it just
does something to me…the thought of you…needing me so much, begging,panting,
fuck…” He hisses because Mickey has slowly gravitated his hand to Ian’s lower
region. Touching him lightly but ever so sweetly.
 
“mmm, and you usually don’t hold out yourself?” Mickey asks.
 
“No…Never. But for you, anything for you.” Ian humms at Mickey’s touch.
 
“hmm…what if I want to make you feel good. So good.” Mickey says looking over
at Ian’s body, that is practically begging for him to touch more.
 
“I do..ooh fuck..what are you…” Mickey strokes Ian softly and places a kiss on
his neck.
 
“Want you to cum for me baby…” and Mickey takes a deep breath and closes his
eyes. “Please.” He speaks the word and Ian shutters.  He shakes his head. 
“hmm…” he thinks about Mickey and all the things he could do to him, but before
he gets the chance, Mickey has moved down to place his mouth around Ian’s
cock.  “Cum for me baby…” Mickey says again getting back to work, and it
doesn’t take long until Ian’s back is arching and he is cumming in hot spurts
all down Mickey’s throat.  “Now you can concentrate…Ian…want to be good for
you…tell me what you want me to do.” Mickey says. Ian looks him over and
watches him, Mickey is leaking precum, and he is now laying down, legs spread
and hands behind his head, he can see the frustration on his face but he
doesn’t whine, he just sits and waits.
 
ian inches closer to Mickey and kisses the side of his face.  He takes his
hands and places them above his head and kisses down his jawline and takes his
lips into his own.  Mickey’s body vibrates under Ian, and Ian lets his hands
roam over Mickey’s body, being sure to avoid the destination for now. 
 
“Touch me.” Mickey bites out, his hips thrusting forward. Ian raises an eyebrow
at him, and just stays still towered over Mickey. Mickey trusts up again,
edging for some friction.  “Come on, just a little, just a little
touch…please.” And the word sends shockwaves through his body, so he lets his
fingers lightly touch Mickey’s leaking cock.  Mickey moans out from the
sensation. His body moving to get more friction until Ian stops and Mickey
whines.  “Damn it ,  so close.” He says his whole body shaking and Ian is
standing over him. watching him with fascination, he can tell Ian is thinking
of how to make his next move, so Mickey decides he needs him.  “Baby….” He
starts and Ian hums.
 
“Yes?” He says thoughtfully licking his lips.
 
“Baby, please…let me cum, please…I need it…please.” He says it again,  and
Ian’s eyes twinkle with interest. 
 
“Not yet…almost…first…Do not let yourself.” Ian says and leans down and licks a
stripe down the shaft of mickey’s hard an begging errection.  “Oh yes, that is
so good. let me see that ass. Lift your legs up.”  And Mickey does what he is
asked and Ian nods.  “Oh, yes…gonna take good care of that later…but first.” He
speaks and hums, and he feels Ian's hands on him, he is standing behind him,
lifting his begs up and placing them higher and higher until mickeys lower body
is being brought up to Ian’s face.   He licks the underside of Mickey’s shaft
and then sucks his balls into his mouth. Mickey screams out and shutters.
 
“Oh god please…please…fuck…I’ll do whatever you want.” And there it is the
absolute need in his voice sends electricity throughout Ian’s body.  He keeps
at it for a moment though until he sure Mickey can’t take anymore and he moves
back to Incase Mickey into his mouth. He squeezes mickeys thighs and leans Back
just a little to look up at the mess that is Mickey. So fucking hot.
 
“So sexy. Baby fuck my mouth until you cum…want you to cum so hard.”  Mickey
moans out at the words and his body moves in and out of Ian’s mouth. So Ian
takes a finger and sticks it in his mouth in the space not filled by Mickeys
frantic stroking in and out of his mouth and he moves the Now wet finder down
to Mickeys hole and circles and places it in just in time to wiggle it for a
good few seconds before Mickey is screaming out and cumming down his throat.
Warm and hot cum shooting down Ian’s throat and he laps it all up as he toys
with Mickeys ass until Mickey goes still, his body falling back onto the
mattress with a thud and he lets out a pleased sigh.
 
Ian lets him have a moment before he lays beside him pulling him to him. “Feel
better?” He asks softly.
 
“Yes. Mmm so good.” Mickey says. “Don’t wanna leaves this bed, ever.” He hums
and Ian chuckles. 
 
“You can stay as long as you like…House will be empty for three days.” He says
suggestively.
 
“You have big plans over there Red?” Mickey asks
 
“Mhm, plan on making up for lost orgasms,” Ian says wrapping his legs around
Mickey, and kissing the back of his neck.
 
Mickey turns over to look at Ian’s face. And he sees this serene and loving
look and he nods. Leaning in to kiss Ian.   He runs his hands over Ian and Ian
smiles.
 
“Mmm, hold that thought. I’ll make us some dinner.” Ian says.
 
“Or…” Mickey says with a sneaky look. And Ian looks at him curiously.  “Or we
could go out, and eat, and spend an hour in anticipation…then you can have me
dripping and waiting for you…can’t wait to feel you inside me.” Mickey says
more confident now.  Ian’s body is filled with anticipation and he nods making
the phone calls.
 
—
 
 
Mickey felt his leg shake reminding himself that this was his idea. He was
trying to eat but Ian’s food was placed on his crotch stroking him through his
pants. He just wanted to stand up, take his pants off and bend over the table
and beg for Ian to take him. And they were in public, there were people all
around and he didn’t care all that much. Ian had taken him to some place close
to the house but not their usual secluded places. He was losing control.
 
“Ian…eat faster.” He says in a low grunt wiggling in his seat, the friction
felt so good.
 
“Mmm. Feel good huh? Gonna take care of you so good when we get home baby.” Ian
speaks.
 
They finally finish dinner and Mickey is ready to jump out of his seas, really
to go home and scream for Ian to fuck him hard, so fucking hard when he hears
his name.
 
“Milkovich?” Mickey suddenly turns to find trey, cals best friend, along with
cal and a few other of the rich pricks from school. And he wants to whine
because Ian’s foot immediately drops away from his body. Damn it.
 
“Hmm?” Mickey manages looking over at the boys and briefly at cal who looks to
be fuming. But who gives a shit,
 
“Who’s your friend?” Trey asks and Mickey thinks about what he should say. His
instincts are telling him to lie, to protect himself from whatever could get
back to the Southside. But he takes one look at Ian and he wants to be
everything Ian needs him to be.
 
“I’m Ian,” Ian speaks softly not giving anything away but at the same time
telling Mickey it was ok but that wasn’t good enough for Mickey no. 
 
“Mhm, ian douchebags from school….douchebags from school Ian. Now if you’ll
excuse us, I have some very particular plans with red here. You wanna get the
check so we can go?” Mickey asks in a pleading voice and Ian nods getting up.
 
“Got you a sugar daddy?” Cal asks and that’s what does it. How dare that
closeted prick even say a damn word right now.
 
“Ready mickey?” Ian asks keeping his distance.
 
“Oh so fuckin’ ready,” Mickey says stepping backwards and eyeing Calvin, oh
fuck this shit. And fuck all those assholes staring at him like he had fuck all
to be ashamed of.  
 
“Have fun, Mickey. See you on Monday.” Cal says with this sort of venomous tone
and pisses Mickey off.
 
“Mhm, see you, don’t forget to lock that closet you're so tightly wound up in.”
And Ian chokes.  “Come on baby, I’m so over this shit.” He says waving at the
boys. “And so ready to get you all up on me. Peace douchebags.”  He grabs Ian’s
hand and leads him out the door.
 
—
 
“That was beyond sexy. You didn’t have to do that”
 
“Fuck them so tired of being scared. I’ll take the beating I don’t care. Fuck
that. Now get your fucking clothes off now.” Mickey bites and Ian’s eyes flare
up in fire.
 
“Beating?” He asks and Mickey looks at him annoyed.
 
“Can we not right now.”
 
“Fine fine,” Ian says and he pushes Mickey down on the bed. He tosses Lube at
him. “Work yourself open for me. Wanna watch you.” And Mickey rushes out of his
clothing and pubs up his fingers. Working quickly and methodically.
 
Ian just sits in his chair watching him. He slowly opens his pants and touches
himself to the sight of Mickey. So fucking delicious.
 
“Ian…” Mickey manages to lay open and naked and pulsating on the bed.
 
“Yes, baby?” He says taking his shirt off and touches himself more.
 
“Please come over here. I need you. Love you…need you so bad.” He is panting in
this broken voice touching his own cock and stroking it.  Ian watches as Mickey
turns over and presents his ass to Ian.  Rocking on his hands and knees. “Make
me scream…please.”   Mickey is needy and waiting and fuck if that isn’t exactly
what Ian likes, he almost trips over himself getting naked and over to Mickey
who is more than ready for him. And the noises coming out of him. He touches
Mickeys ass to show he is there and Mickey whines.  “Iannn. Now I’m ready, now
and hard” He wiggles and Ian can’t take it anymore so he lines up and enters
Mickeys sweet, perfect
Ass. They both scream out at the sensation.  “Hard, fast hard.” Mickey calls
out.
 
Ian steadies himself and slams into Mickey and he shakes as Mickey screams out.
“Yes. Yes yes.”   The next twenty minutes is filled with sweat and hard fast
fucking, and screaming out until Ian stills and Mickey whines.  “What are you
doing?” Mickey asks as Ian pulls out of him.
 
“Turn over.” Ian says in a deep sex filled voice. Mickey flips himself over
quickly. “Good…so good for me. Wanna look at you when you cum.” He says
slamming back into Mickey swiftly. He slows down for a minute just to watch his
needy perfect boyfriend.  Mickey suddenly lets out a deep whine. His eyes are
darting everywhere, he is shanking and Ian wonders I he’ll  say it. And he
doesn’t have to wonder for long. 
 
“Please…please…wanna....need to…please….” He begs and Ian can’t hold it any
longer he cums hard and fast, he can’t even speak and he pants.
 
“God god yes, what do you want Mickey? say it!?” He says finally while he is
shooting cum out of himself harder than even he thought was possible.
 
“Wanna cum…need to cum. So bad, wanna cum all over your face.” He screams and
Ian screams out again.
 
“Yes, baby…fucking yes.” He says and within seconds he leans up and grabs
Mickeys dick, stroking it once and then he is getting a facial, hot and wet and
wonderful.  He is shaking as he gets up off the bed to head to the shower and
Mickey is coming after him.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Ian and Mickey have found a sort of blissful happiness in the coming months,
Mickey goes to school and finishes up his year, he’s practically staying with
Ian most of the time now, and Ian works hard and plays harder with Mickey.  And
Mickey had almost forgot about assholes that could burn his world up but as is
always the case. Of course it is going to blow up. He heads home for a few days
because Ian is super busy and he really doesn’t feel like sitting in that big
house alone. In retrospect he should have stayed put.
He isn’t even fully in the door  hen he hears his sister scream for him to run,
the get out, but he can’t fast enough b cause he is being  thrown against the
wall and punched in the face, and screaming, Mickey can’t make most of it out,,
but he hears terry threaten to go after his boyfriend…Fuck…Ian. Mickey holds
his hand up and looks over to his sister, who seems to see him through her
tears. He can’t really speak but he needs her to know.  She watches terry, but
she shakes her head and rushes into Mickey’s room.
 
--
 
Mandy looks around the room for the old coffee cup piece of paper, she cant get
to Mickey’s phone, but she needs to call Ian.  She frantically grabs the paper
and opens the window to step out so her father won't hear her and dials the
number.  NO answer. Fuck. 
 
“Hey, Ian…It’s Mandy Milkovich…This is important, it’s Mickey, he needs you,
please if you get this, just get over here, it’s my dad…please help…please.”
She says shaking and hanging up her phone and heading back in to get to her
brother.
 
--
 
Ian feels his phone ring but he doesn’t recognize the number, it’s his personal
phone line and he’s in the middle of something. Something important, some
asshole…for some reason, he cant help but look down as the notification pops up
for a voicemail.
 
“Mason, keep an eye on this fucker for a second.”  He picks up the phone and
listens as rage fills him. Mandy sounds scared, terrified, and he was already
angry at this fuckwad he planned on torturing.  “Gotta go…Mason...” He says and
Mason looks over at him.  “I have a bad feeling.” He whispers. “do whatever to
this guy,, don’t care then meet me at Mickey's.” Mason nods and Ian takes off.
 
---
 
Mandy is shaking and freaking out, Terry called some…hooker on her way over
here, but that isn’t happening, Ian needs to fuckin’ hurry. Then suddenly the
door slams open and Terry who is holding a gun pointed at Mickey, Ian is
standing there in all his glory looking more furious than Mandy thought cold
even be possible, He looks to mandy then to Mickey and she can see the pain in
his eyes at seeing his lover this way.
 
“who the fuck are  you?” Terry bites out and Ian glares at him.
 
“Your worst fucking nightmare,” Ian says.
 
“Oh the boyfriend huh…I will kill you too, geet over there, you are going to
watch this…” He says and Ian thinks for a second, he moves to the couch and
looks over at Mandy. He speaks firmly but softly.
 
“Mandy, get out of here. I will take care of this. He will be fine. I promise.”
Ian says and she nods heading out the door.  Ian looks over to Mickey’s beaten
and abused body and he is going to kill this fucker, he is going to string him
up.  The door opens and in walks a hooker, a hooker that  Ian recognizes.  He
stands up, Terry shouts for him to set down, and he tells the woman to fuck the
gay out of his son. 
 
Ian stands and towers looking the woman in her eyes and she shrinks,  looking
back at Terry.  “Have you lost your mind…He will kill us all.” She says…Russian
accent…yes, he knows her. She knows who he is.  Terry looks at her, but he
misunderstands.
 
“That’s right I will…do what  I tell you, and you sit down before I shoot him,
and you.” And Ian raises an eyebrow. He sees why Mickey was so scared, why he
stayed away, he should have made him stay with him. He should have fixed this
for them weeks ago. He underestimated this lunatic and that is something he
would never do twice, never.
 
“Not you, you crazy bastard….you don’t know who he is?? That is…indominous.He
will burn you alive. Shoot me,  faster than whatever he will do to me.” The
woman says and Ian laughs a little and terry eyes him. 
 
“Him…This pussy…Fuck off.” And then Terry is grabbed from behind by two large
guys and held still, his gun being grabbed out of his hand and breaking his
hand in the process.
 
“Took you fuckin’ long enough,” Ian says going to Mickey and picking him up.  “
I will take him, you bring him to the place. Do nothing until I say.” And he
turns to Terry.. “You will pay you disgusting bastard…nobody touches what is
mine, you bruise his skin, I burn you alive…” He says in a deep and scary
voice, even Mickey can hear it through his haze.
--
 
Mickey wakes up In Ian’s bed, he’s all  cleaned up but sore as fuck.  “ian??”
He calls. Oh god, what did Ian do?
 
“Yes, baby? I’m right here love.” He says coming into the room quickly.
 
“Ian…” He says and holds out his arms and ian is there to hold him in a matter
of seconds. After a long while, he finally asks. “What…did you…Um..?” He
stutters not knowing if he wants to know. He hates terry but he is his father.
 
“He’s alive at the moment.” He speaks softly. “Wanted to talk to you…didn’t
want you scared of me,” Ian says softly. 
 
“I don’t know how he knew,” Mickey says. “I walked into a shit show.”
 
“Cal..told him, got that much out of him. He spits out some very colorful
words, he’s not unharmed but he is alive. What happens to him is up to you.  If
you tell me not to hurt him I won't…I will send him off.”
 
“A part of me wants to kill him myself…but I don’t know…”
 
“No problem baby…it will be taken care of, he won't die. But he will never harm
you or your sister again. She is here in the guest room, she is safe.  About
Cal…” He says and Mickey can see the anger on his face. How dare he tell Terry
about any of this.
 
“I will take care of that fucker myself.  For now, just be with me? Please?” He
says and he smiles and he stays in bed with Mickey for the rest of the day.
 
 
Mickey is feeling better soon and he is going back to the school for a visit.
The cronies will have practice all summer, so they should be  there. , Terry
was sent off to Ukraine, with a very stern warning that he would be watched and
if he ever thought about coming near them again, Ian would cut off all his
limbs one by one, and feed them to a very venomous pet.  Mandy had been staying
with them ever since, and she was always checking in on her brother. And true
to his word, Ian was letting Mickey handle Cal as much as he would enjoy
tearing the boy limb from limb, he promised Mickey he would behave.
 
Mickey walked into the school that morning and headed to find cal who was
laughing with his friends at the lockers and Mickey took no time at all shoving
him into the lockers.  Cal turns swiftly, and gasps.
 
“What happened to you?”
 
“OH, you see this is what happens when you send homophobic pricks of fathers
after their own sons. You are lucky you are still breathing right now…I am the
only reason you are alive right now.” He grinds out in anger.
 
“What?” Cal asks as his friends look on and Mickey punches him in the face.
 
“Let me be clear, if you so much as even think of my name again, I will let him
come after you, and trust me you pansy bitch, you do not want me or my
boyfriend coming after you. And We will, and I will pull up a fucking chair
with popcorn and watch as he and his friends dismember your body, and I will
laugh.  Try to ruin my happiness eh? Because you are so ashamed of who and what
you are…Deal  with your own shit. Because I am happy, and I am in love and you
can burn and rot in hell for all I care. One more year with you, if you want to
survive that last year…I would stay the fuck away from me…” Mickey bites out
and kicks Cal again and looks up at his friends who are staring widely at him.
 “And all of you…Keep your boy in check…wouldn’t want to go up in flames with
him, would you?” He says and he takes back off outside the door. Fucking
pricks.
 
Turns out his very loving little sister, had her turn on Cal later that day,
making him bleed all over the sidewalk, but Mickey didn’t address it. He didn’t
really care. To be honest if Ian had killed his father, and Cal even, he
wouldn’t have said much on the matter, but he did like  knowing that Ian would
do what he asked of him, that this relationship was a partnership in all ways
in and out of the bedroom, and that really was the delayed gratification he had
always been searching for.
 
--
 
 
The next year was unreal for Mickey he was happy and in love. He stayed with
ian, and even let Ian spoil him a little bit, He learned quite a bit about
Ian’s business and even though Ian didn’t initially want him involved, he
eventually softened up.  He let him work with Mase a little, and if Mickey ever
asked to come to anything business related he wouldn't deny him and to Ian’s
shock, the expected reaction of Mickey running away didn’t happen.   Not in his
business, not in his everyday life,  and not when his meds stopped working.. 
In a year Mickey had been with him through the pain, sadness, the mania,
depression, his job and he was still right here.  and a little more everyday
Ian fell more and more in love with him.  He thought back to the coffee shop he
had met Mickey in, and he smiled.  Who knew  awkward flirting could turn into
all of this.
 
He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and smiled.  “I love you, Mickey.” He
says and Mickey looks at Ian and smiles.  
 
“I  love you, you big lug.” He says and moves to straddle him. 
 
“Mickey…whatcha doing?” He asks.
 
“Hmm…I graduate tomorrow…we had a deal…” Mickey says calmly.
 
“hmm what was that again.”
 
“You forgot about me…how fuckin’ rude!?” Mickey says and Ian laughs pulling
Mickey to him.
 
“Never forget about you baby…What do you want?”
 
“Want you to take me downstairs…you know…to the unused room…want you to..tie me
to the wall.  Make me cum so hard…so hard that you’ll see me walking funny down
that isle tomorrow.” Mickey says and he puts his begging eyes on…he knew how to
get what he wanted.  “I’ll hold it back for you as long as I can…I’ll even wear
the vibrator in me tomorrow all day for you…” Mickey says with a sneaky smile.
 
“Oh fuck…” Ian says and he gets off the bed dragging his boyfriend with him.
God, he loved that boy…Man.  His man.
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