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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shameless_(US)
  Relationship:
      Ian_Gallagher/Mickey_Milkovich
  Character:
      Ian_Gallagher, Mickey_Milkovich
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Alternate_Universe, Challenge_-
      Fic!February
  Series:
      Part 7 of Fic!February15
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-09 Words: 2191
****** Locker Rooms are a Gay Boy's Wet Dream ******
by magneticdice
Summary
     High School AU
Notes
     this one is for Tammy because she kept harassing me to write
     something smutty. well, here you go. and also a huge thank you to
     stubliminalmessaging for beta'ing this for me.
Mickey hated high school. It wasn't such a surprise – he was a Milkovich, after
all. He hated the teachers and their arbitrary rules, hated that the curriculum
was bullshit that would never apply to anything in real life, but most of all,
he hated how everyone just bought into it, as if you couldn't succeed in life
without going to school.
The thing was, school could be a lot of fun when you didn’t give a shit about
it. For example, it was a great place for Mickey to unload some coke for a
quick buck. It was also really convenient if Mickey was looking to get laid;
there were a ton of scared little freshmen who wouldn’t dream of saying
anything about hooking up with a Milkovich, especially if that Milkovich
threatened to smash their teeth out of their heads if they breathed a word to
anyone.
Mickey had a method, and was extremely careful about it. It was easy to pick up
on who was gay and who wasn’t. He just took his time changing after gym class,
and kept an eye out for anyone who stared a little longer than they should
have. Then he hung back in the locker room until everyone else left ‒ everyone,
that is, except the flavor of the week.
He never felt like he was taking advantage of anyone, and it wasn’t like they
really had anything to complain about; he gave them a good fuck and sent them
on their way. End of story.
That all changed when he met Ian Gallagher, although he didn’t bother learning
the kid’s name until later. Mickey spotted him getting dressed after class,
sneaking peeks in Mickey’s direction when he thought the older boy wasn’t
looking. Mickey noticed how slowly the redhead was getting ready, taking his
time wiping down his sweaty body with his towel before changing into his
regular clothes. All the signs were there.
As the last kid left, Mickey idled closer to the redhead. The silent exchange
was the same as usual, both boys understanding what the other wanted. Mickey
tipped his head in the direction of the bathroom and the younger boy went on
ahead, only looking back over his shoulder once to make sure he was being
followed.
They walked into the farthest stall and Mickey pushed the boy in a little more
roughly than necessary before locking the door behind them. The redhead turned
around and laughed softly, then looked at Mickey with excitement in his eyes.
Mickey unzipped his jeans and waited for the boy to follow suit, but he didn’t
move; he just stared at Mickey in anticipation. He momentarily wondered if it
was the kid’s first time, but pushed the thought from his mind. That wasn’t any
of his business. The kid had chosen to be there of his own free will.
“Take your pants off,” Mickey ordered in a whisper, then reached into his
pocket for a condom and a small packet of lube.
The redhead grabbed the condom out of his hand without warning.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Mickey demanded, still conscious of keeping his
voice low.
The freshman carefully tore the gold package open and his tongue flicked out,
wetting his soft-looking, red lips.
“Oh,” Mickey muttered, focusing on the redhead’s mouth. Well, he hadn’t been
expecting it, but a blowjob would be nice, especially from the eager-looking
boy in front of him.
The boy unzipped his own pants and pulled out his dick, then started stroking
it with his free hand. Mickey didn’t think much of that; some guys liked
rubbing one out while giving head, didn’t they? But then, instead of getting on
his knees, the redhead slipped the condom onto his now-hard, massive erection.
Mickey chuckled, then looked at the redhead like he was an absolute idiot. “I
don’t think you get how this works,” he sneered.
Wordlessly, the freshman reached down and took a hold of Mickey’s cock. His
long fingers wrapped around it and he slid his hand down Mickey’s length as it
hardened in his firm grasp. He kept his eyes trained on Mickey’s the entire
time. Mickey relaxed a fraction, leaning back against the stall door.
“I know what I’m doing,” the redhead told him, still stroking himself and
Mickey simultaneously. He leaned forward and Mickey thought for a second that
the kid was going to try to kiss him or something. He turned his head to the
side and the younger boy only stopped advancing when his lips were next to
Mickey’s ear.
“I’m doing you,” he said, whispering the words to him.
The soft breeze against Mickey’s ear sent a shiver down his neck and all the
way down his back.
“The fuck you are,” Mickey breathed, turning to look at the boy with his brows
furrowed in a pointed glare.
“I am,” the freshman confidently asserted. “I’m gonna give it to you good and
hard and you’re gonna love it,” he told the brunet, voice dripping with lust,
causing Mickey’s dick to grow even harder in his hands.
Mickey swallowed the lump he felt forming in his throat. Nothing about the
situation was going according to plan. None of the little shits he fucked would
have ever dared to assume Mickey Milkovich would bottom for them, yet here was
this cocky freshman, doing just that.
He might have thought about it once or twice, but Mickey never expected that he
would really consider letting someone else fuck him. Part of the reason was
because he wasn’t a bitch and would never let anyone even dare to think it.
The other part ‒ which he would never admit, not even to himself ‒ was fear,
and not just because of the sheer size of the redhead’s penis, which was
fucking ridiculous. Like, where was it even supposed to go? Into his
intestines?
The younger boy let go of him and Mickey involuntarily shifted closer to the
redhead, his body subconsciously reacting to the loss of contact.
“Give me the lube and turn around,” the boy told him, holding his hand out
expectantly.
Mickey hesitated. He had a few options: he could tell the kid he was fucking
delusional, then either fuck him or end it if he wasn’t into hooking up on
Mickey’s terms; or he could do what the redhead was suggesting.
Before he could make up his mind, the redhead stepped closer and put his hands
on either side of Mickey’s waist, positioning them just under the older boy’s
shirt so that they made contact with his skin. He was watching Mickey intently,
as if gauging his reaction before he continued moving them lower. He hooked his
thumbs underneath Mickey’s loose jeans and guiding them down Mickey’s hips, all
the while letting his fingers trail on the warm, soft skin there.
Mickey couldn’t think clearly. He was on sensory overload, and that, combined
with the sheer need he felt for more of the boy’s touches, somehow led to him
opening his hand and presenting the lube packet he’d taken out of his jeans
earlier.
The redhead smiled a toothy grin to Mickey once he saw it. He reached for it
with one hand and used the other to cup Mickey’s ass and guide him around,
turning him so that he was facing the stall door.
Mickey closed his eyes as he felt the cold lubricant press against him.
“Don’t worry,” the boy said against his ear once more. “I’ll make sure you’re
ready.” It was a stark difference from what he had told Mickey earlier about
giving it to him hard, and he was silently relieved by the boy’s promise.
Mickey let out a ragged breath, forcing himself to relax, but kept his eyes
shut as the boy proceeded to patiently prep him, the lube getting warmer and
less uncomfortable as the boy’s long fingers pressed into Mickey and stretched
him out. He kept his other hand on Mickey’s hip, reassuringly rubbing his thumb
against Mickey once in a while.
“Is it okay?” the redhead asked. “Can I…”
Mickey tried to respond, tried to tell him that his fingers no longer felt
foreign inside of him… that he thought he was as ready as he was ever going to
be... but he couldn’t get his mouth to say any of those things. He was scared,
but he settled for an affirmative grunt.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” the boy told him. Mickey blushed at the
thought of some freshman knowing more about how he was feeling than he did
himself, and was grateful that the redhead couldn’t see his face. He kept his
own hands braced against the metal of the stall as he felt the younger boy line
himself up at Mickey’s entrance and push himself in slowly.
Mickey wanted to scream. He wanted to open the door and run away. He wanted the
boy to stop. He rested his head on his outstretched arm, and bit down.
Milkoviches didn’t run from pain. Milkoviches weren’t pussies.
The boy must have felt him tense because he stopped pushing forward and froze,
allowing Mickey to calm down from his initial panic. “I won’t move until you’re
ready,” he said, placing his other hand back on Mickey’s hip, then gently
massaging the older boy. It worked, and Mickey eventually relaxed enough where
he could breathe again. He no longer felt like he was a piece of meat being
skewered before a barbecue.
He didn’t trust himself to speak, so instead, he rocked back a bit, letting the
boy know he was ready. The redhead began moving again, but more cautiously;
Mickey could feel it in the way he was slowly moving in and out while still
keeping a firm grip on his hips, as if to control himself.
As Mickey got used to the feeling of the boy’s dick inside of him, his erection
slowly began returning. He had lost it for a while during the initial
penetration, but the boy’s movements were starting to become pleasant.
The guy leaned forward, resting against Mickey’s back. He could feel his chest
press against him with each low grunt. “You feel so good,” he huffed, and the
fucked up part was that Mickey’s body responded to it like a compliment.
The redhead took a step back and pulled Mickey with him, changing their angle
so that he could piston into him with greater force, clearly picking up on the
fact that Mickey was starting to enjoy it.
That was when Mickey felt it for the first time: a jab at something that put
his whole body on alert. It was an intense feeling that sent a shiver down his
back and made his dick finally stand at full attention. Mickey even let out an
unwilling gasp before biting down on his forearm again.
The boy let go of one hip and reached around to grab Mickey’s dick. He pumped
it in time to his gyrations, grunting as he got closer to his climax. The
younger boy kept grinding against that spot inside of him that sent shocks
through his body and Mickey felt like he was about to orgasm with each powerful
thrust.
So this was what the redhead had meant when he’d told Mickey he was going to
give it to him good and hard and that he was going to love it...
“Are you close?” the boy wondered. Mickey nodded quickly, assuming the redhead
could see his head move from behind him. They were both panting and Mickey
could feel the boy’s movements becoming more and more erratic.
He moved one of his hands down to wrap it around his cock and took over pumping
it. The redhead grabbed him around his waist harder than he had before, fingers
digging into Mickey’s stomach with enough force to leave bruises as he thrust
even deeper. The boy stilled as he came, and Mickey was only a few seconds
behind him, grunting as he exploded into his own hand.
The boy let go of him and Mickey heard a squeaking sound as he pulled on the
toilet paper roll, then passed a wad of the thin tissue to Mickey. They both
cleaned up and pulled up their pants, and the boy tossed the used condom into
the toilet.
Mickey bit his bottom lip as he looked up at the skinny redhead, only noticing
his green eyes and freckles for the first time.
“You say anything about this to anyone and I’ll cut your tongue outta your
head,” Mickey told him. Unlike the other freshmen before him who had cowered at
Mickey’s words, the redhead grinned back at him, and Mickey didn’t know if he
should be worried or relieved.
The bell that signalled the start of their next period rang loudly overhead.
The redhead leaned down and grabbed his backpack while Mickey unlocked the
stall door.
“I’ll bring the lube tomorrow,” the kid said, earlier confidence returning as
he quickly hurried off, leaving Mickey with a lot to think about… like, for
starters, the redhead’s name. Maybe high school wasn’t useless after all.

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