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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shameless_(US)
  Relationship:
      Ian_Gallagher/Mickey_Milkovich
  Additional Tags:
      Prostitution, Alternate_Universe, Mickey_is_16_and_Ian_is_28, Anal_Sex,
      Rimming, Anal_Fingering, Recreational_Drug_Use, Homophobic_Language, Age
      Difference, Bottom!Mickey, Oral_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-27 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1782
****** think of me and burn and let me hold your hand ******
by exhibit
Summary
     au. mickey is a teen hooker. he climbs into ian's vehicle one night.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
sucking cock for a living wasn’t what mickey thought he would be doing at
sixteen but there were a lot of things in mickey’s life he didn’t think he
would have done but that was a moot point.
the cold night air swirled around him, goose pimples rose all over his body
with the striped vest top not doing him any favors in the middle of october,
the cold running deep into his bones and he took a drag of his cigarette,
letting the nicotine warm his insides.
his fingers were numb and nose was running and his chapped lips burned against
the wind. he plopped down on the curb, the cold concrete already seeping
through the butt of his ragged jeans.
a beeping noise caught mickey’s attention, he watched as a group of suits pour
out of a bar on the corner, watched as some red head hugged a few of the
members of the group because walking to the black rogue on the curb.
mickey took a last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out with the toe of
his boot.”’hey yo, you looking for a fun time?”
the red head stopped, took a look around the area before spotting mickey and
acknowledging that he was actually the one talking to him. he thought about it
for a second and shook his head.”not really. you look cold.”
mickey shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets.”that thing got heat?”
the guy looked to his suv before looking back to mickey with a shake of his
head.”yeah.” before he was climbing in and starting the engine.
and mickey was jogging across the street and swiftly got into the passenger
seat, the door shutting behind him, sealing out the cold immediately.”alright,
so blowjobs are ten, fucking is twenty and i’ll let you fuck me raw for twenty-
five. and i’m cool with whatever else you wanna do. but i don’t kiss on the
mouth.”
“impressive list there. what if i decline your offer and just give you a ride
home?”
“then i suggest you let me out now so i can go home with more than twenty
fucking bucks in my pocket.”
“do you mind going back to mine? or is that off limits?” he asked, pulling away
from the curb.”i’m ian by the way.”
“mickey. and yours is good.”
*
ian’s house was a modest townhouse on the northside in an upscale neighborhood
which made mickey curious as to what he did for a living and what he was doing
in a down and out bar on the south side.
“want a drink or anything?” ian asked as he pulled two beers out, mickey shook
his head. ian shrugged as he put one back and popped the lid to the other,
mickey grabbed it from ian’s hand, sitting it on the counter behind him,
sloshing the liquid out.
“how about you show me how your bed feels against my back?”
ian fished mouthed for a second before clearing his throat.”yeah. okay.” he led
mickey upstairs and down the slim hall and into his bedroom, the bed unmade
with a few dirty clothes on the hardwood floor.”so, blowjob, huh?”
mickey reached for ian’s belt but ian grabbed at his hands.”whoa there,
killer.” his hands slowly pushed at the hem of mickey’s vest top and mickey
pulled it over his head, throwing it to the floor and this was probably always
the most intimate of the exchange, showing off his pale, pudgy, not-yet-a-man
body. he was short, not yet hitting a growth spurt if he ever would.
ian’s soft hands ran across the expanse of his belly, up over the curve of his
hip and tweaked a nipple until it became a harden nub.
mickey didn’t waste anytime before undoing his jeans and kicking them off,
along with his boxers before he was shoving ian to the bed, before crouching on
his knees and undoing ian’s black slacks and pulling them down ian’s pale,
frecklely legs along with his underwear. mickey gave a few pumps to ian’s cock
before licking a broad stripe up the underside, hearing ian’s breath catch
before he was sucking ian down his throat.
mickey watched ian under heavy-lidded eyes with hollowed-out cheeks as he
bobbed his head on ian’s cock, his fist pumping at the base, reaching what his
mouth couldn’t and ian moaned, throwing his head back as his hand reached out
and carded through mickey’s dark hair.
and with a few more tongue swirls around the head of ian’s cock and tight tugs
of his mouth, ian was coming with a broken moan of mickey’s name as mickey
swallowed every drop of the bitter tasting fluid. he gave a few more kitten
licks before pulling off with an obscene pop; wiping at his chin and swollen
lips.
ian opened his eyes with his chest still heaving, pushed himself up on his
elbows.”you, uh, haven’t came.”
mickey pulled himself from the floor, shoving his legs into his jeans.”that’s
not how this works.”
ian gripped at mickey’s arm, turning him around.“maybe not but you’re not
leaving being with me until you do.” he gently pushed him back against the
mattress, jerking his jeans down his legs, peeling down his briefs before he
was taking mickey’s thick, semi-hard cock into his mouth.
for mickey, it had been a long time since anyone had taken care of him. he
couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten off with another person; usually
it was just him jerking his cock in the bathroom to some muscle man fitness
magazine. but having someone that looked like ian on his knees and sucking him
off was more than he could handle and he was coming before he could stop
himself. ”fuck.” he threw his arm over his eyes, feeling the hot, stinging pin-
pricks.
ian laid his hand on mickey’s arm.”how about that beer now?”
*
after a few beers and a warm plate of nachos, they laid, tangled in sheets and
limbs. ian’s hand skimmed down mickey’s thigh, his fingertips grazed over
starburst scar tissue just below his knee.”what happened here?” ian asked,
taking a peek at the lighter shade of wrinkled skin.
“got shot. stealing a candy bar.”
ian hummed as his hand skirted over his hipbone and down, cupping at mickey’s
round ass, his fingers once again coming in contact with rippled skin on
mickey’s left cheek.”and this?”
“took a bullet to the ass. home robbery gone wrong.”
“tough guy.”
mickey raised his eyebrows, expected ian to reprimand him for his crimes. he
scratched at his full belly.”a bit fucking stupid if you ask me now.”
before ian could respond, his phone, that was still in his slacks that were on
the floor, buzzed. ian climbed from the bed, dug through them and saw the
caller. he looked to mickey.”i gotta take this.” he stepped out of the room,
closing the door behind him with a soft click. “gallagher.”
*
when ian came back into the room, he stopped in his tracks as he saw mickey
asleep, on his side with his face pressed into a pillow and he looked so much
younger than he did half an hour ago. he padded gently across the room. plugged
his phone into its charger and climbed into bed beside mickey, gently touching
his hair before pulling the sheets up over the both of them.
*
mickey stirred about before jerking awake and grabbing a hold of the arm
shaking him, he relaxed his grip seeing it was ian, standing over him in a
light blue, button up shirt, tie snugly in place.
“easy there, tiger.” ian gave him a smile.”i gotta get going but your money’s
on the counter in the kitchen. fresh pot of coffee is on.”
mickey nodded, his fingers rubbing at his sleepy eyes.”thanks.”
ian turned to slip his suit jacket on, patting his pockets making he had
everything.”you’re not gonna like rob me or anything are you?”
“the fuck? no.”
“if you go out tonight, wear a jacket. don’t know what kinda men will let you
blow them for some heat.”
“hey, fuck you.” mickey raised his finger with a c etched into his skin as ian
left the room, his laugh carrying into the hall.
*
mickey rode the l back home, seeing svetlana sitting on the couch smoking a
cigarette, he plopped down next to her, snatching her smoke from between her
fingers before taking a drag himself. ”mandy get to school alright?” he offered
her cigarette back.
“she rode bus.” she took the cigarette from mickey as he laid his head on her
shoulder. ”she put up fuss. missed her brother.”
mickey dug into his dirty jeans, pulled out a crumpled ten dollar bill."buy
yevgeny something nice." he nodded toward the sleeping baby boy in a second-
hand bassinet. he stood up, booping the baby on the nose before rummaging
through the fridge, taking out the eggs and butter.
he scooped out a spoonful of butter, plopping it into the skillet that he hoped
was clean, hearing the sizzle as he began cracking eggs."you want any?"
svetlana skirted up next to him, sleeping baby against her bosom."baby's got
doctor appointment. i'll be back by later with sister." she pulled mickey's
head toward her, kissing his temple."stay out of trouble, yeah?"
*
by ten, mickey had fed mandy mac and cheese, finished up fourth grade math
homework, bathed her and had tucked her into their bed, nice and snug. she
hated him leaving, wanting him to stick around to burrow into his body heat but
mickey had given her a ratted stuff animal and kissed her forehead before
shutting the light off before exchanging a moth eaten sweater for a zip up vest
top.
he had smoked four or five cigarettes before he even got to his regular spot,
leaves crunching under his boots, the october air unforgiving as he thought
about ian’s last words earlier that morning.
and really, if mickey was hoping for ian to pull up then he wouldn’t lie about
it. the guy was pretty cute and he didn’t treat mickey like the whore that he
was and it was something he wasn’t used too and maybe he liked it a bit.
a red, old camry slowly pulled to a stop, its window slowly being rolled down
as mickey took a drag of his cigarette.
“wanna take a ride?” a dark haired man with a pencil thin mustache asked and
mickey took one last pull from his cigarette before tossing it to the ground
and climbing in.
End Notes
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