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As soon as Ian walks through the door he hears yelling and loud music. Mandy turns around and runs towards him giving him a big hug and starts pulling his coat off.
Mickey is at the kitchen table arm wrestling Iggy’s friend, Pete. Ian steps closer for a better view. Mickey’s wearing a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. His hand wrapped tightly with his opponent, knuckles slightly red.
Ian admired the flexed muscles of his boyfriend’s arms and watched as a mischievous smirk crossed Mickey’s lips before he slammed his opponent's hand down almost making Pete fall off the chair.
The guys in the room all screamed while tossing money on the table. Mickey started collecting bills folding them into a pile before turning to Ian greeting him with a wink.
Ian laughed tossing his coat to the side before joining the party.
A few hours later the room was littered with empty beer cans and full ashtrays. The house had finally emptied out after a lengthy drinking contest ending with Iggy running to the bathroom to puke his guts out and then passing out in the bathtub. The loud retching noises ran the guys out of the house pretty quick.
Mickey sat on the couch laughing to himself. Mandy stumbles over to an empty chair flopping back on the old cushion. “What the fuck you laughing at?”
"Iggy's a lightweight. He's so big but he can't hold it in. You heard em'." Mickey makes barfing noises that make Mandy laugh wildly. He sits back closing his eyes for a second.
"I can't believe you haven't puked yet. You drank so much." Mandy slurres a little but doesn't care.
Mickey sucks his teeth. "I had to, Iggy thinks he can take me on."
"He should know better. He probably couldn't take a monster dick like you can."
"Shut the fuck up", Ian drops on the couch next to Mickey.
"Where you been?" Ian yawns rubbing his hand on his pants. "I was taking a piss. I think I pissed on Iggy."
"Ewww, nasty." Mandy makes a face.
"Wasn't my fault. His big ass arms hanging out the tub!"
Mandy laughs, "Can't control that big dragon of yours? To heavy to hold up?"
"Why you keep talking bout my man's dick for? You need to get some of your own!"
Ian laughs and throws his arm over Mickey's shoulder. He loves when his boyfriend gets all possessive on him!
Mandy pulls out her phone shaking it in the air. "I have tons of guys I can call when I want a piece alright. Besides Ian was my boyfriend first! If he woulda' let me I could have turned him around, I've done it before."
Mickey shook his head, "Bitch please, you wish you could. There's only one Ian and he's mine."
Ian stares at Mickey who's looking back at him with the cutest googly-eyed look at the moment. Mickey rarely lets his guard down in front of other people. God, he loves when his boy gets drunk.
Mickey places one hand on Ian's cheek and rubs it affectionately with his thumb. He leans in and kisses Ian on the lips. They start to make out almost forgetting Mandy's presence before Mickey slowly pulls away. Ian drinks it in.
"So you think Ian is the best boyfriend? What's so great about him then?"
Ian looks over at Mandy and notices she's holding her camera upright. Is she videoing them?
He's about to say something to Mandy when he feels Mickey's hand rub his neck affectionately. "There's lots a shit that makes my boyfriend the best. Like his hair, his fuckin' hair. It's like the....the sunset. When it's going down, all fiery and shit."
Mickey runs his hand through the long hair letting it drop on Ian's forehead. Ian can tell Mickey is completely gone. Not in a falling down sloppy way but in a let it all hang out way. He should probably tell Mandy to turn her camera off but... then Mickey will stop talking. Maybe it's a little fucked up but he wants to hear more. He wants her to hear more.
"And his freckles, they're so fuckin' cute. I like to count them when he's sleepin'." Mickey taps his finger softly on Ian's cheek. "He's gottem' in other places too."
Mandy chuckles softly moving Ian's attention back to her. "So what, there's lots of cute guys in South Side."
"Not like Ian. He's smart and....nice. He treats me good, not like..like other people."
Ian leans in and kisses Mickey's face. He pulls Mickey closer to him by the waist and Mickey just leans his weight against Ian's side comfortably. He hates thinking how Mickey's been mistreated in the past.
"Ian, you’re such a sweetie pie and sooo cute." She makes kissey noises at Ian who rolls his eyes at her. "Never knew that's what did it for you Mick." Mandy cackled, spit flying from the side of her mouth.
"Shut up, you know he's hot! I'm not saying he's a fuckin' sweetie whatever the fuck."
Mickey moves out of Ian's arms. He steadies himself with the arm of the couch before focusing his attention back to Mandy. "He's strong, he can fight when he needs to and he can fuck. Uh, like really fuck." Ian smirks smugly at Mandy.
"Packing more than those little dick fuckers you bring home." Mickey spaces out for a second biting his lip. "Bitch, he can make my eyes roll back so hard..."
Ian's eyes grow wide, he stops Mickey before he dishes out details. Mandy doesn't need to know all that.. "Whoa, Mick..Mick let's go to bed. Come on."
Ian leaps off the couch pulling Mickey up by the arm coaxing him out of the living room. "Yeah..Yeah alright." Mickey lets Ian lead him to the bedroom.
Ian turns back and see's Mandy pocket her phone before moving over to the couch, burying herself under a blanket.
Mickey flops on the bed trying to pull off his boot. Ian smiles as Mickey tosses one off and sighs at the other one as if it's a chore. Ian bends down on one knee to remove the other boot. Mickey lays back obediently letting Ian undress him.
Ian climbs on the bed and lays on top of Mickey. "That was real sweet, Mick." Mickey's eyes popped open, he hadn't even realized they were closed. "Huh"
"What you said to Mandy, about me."
"Course, I was defending you. She can't talk shit about you." Mickey's voice came out soft and slurred.
"Don't think she was attacking me." Ian laughed lightly kissing Mickey's neck. He nudged Mickey's legs farther apart so he could comfortably lay between them. His hands roamed down Mickey's sides till they reached his hips.
"Sounded like it to me and that ain't happening." Mickey felt at ease. He felt a slight stinging when Ian sucked on the side of his neck. He could feel all of Ian's weight on him, it felt really good.
Ian pulled off of his neck, "Mmmm, you’re my sweet boy. So good..."
Ian slowly pushed himself into Mickey watching intently as Mickey gasped, head falling back. He started to move keeping a slow, smooth pace. They were both tired and he knew it wouldn’t last very long. He tried holding on a bit longer but when Ian felt Mickey's body pulsate tightly around him he stiffened at release. Ian let out a strangled moan that sounded slightly pained. He rolled over aware of Mickey breathing heavily underneath him.
He rubbed his hand through Mickey's hair wiping the sweaty strands off of his forehead. "You okay?"
Mickey's chest stopped heaving and his breathing was calming down, though his eyes stayed closed. "Yeah"
Ian pulled Mickey against him spooning him. Ian whispered as he closed his eyes, "love you."
He smiled before falling into a heavy slumber hearing a raspy, "me too."