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Ian sat on the floor of Lip's dorm room laughing as he downed a beer. Lip was talking about something, who the fuck knows what. Honestly that genius shit he was usually spouting, Ian just blocked out, and if he wasn't so high, he would be blocking it out, but as it stood, he squinted his eyes, trying to understand what exactly his brother was saying to him, it didn't make such sense, at this point, he was kind of curious if it was something school related or if Lip was literally too drunk to complete an actual thought. Probably both if he was honest about it.
It was then that Lip's roommate bursts in the door, completely wasted and practically naked. Breathing heavily and collapses on the bed laughing.
“Man…the fuck?,” Lip says.
“Dude. Crazy night. You missed it. I got laid, so many times, I lost count.” He laughs. And Ian rolls his eyes. Gross. Not the fact that the boy got laid, but seriously the thought of this neandrathal sleeping with every girl and or guy he could get his hands on seriously sickened Ian because Gary, was the type of guy who didn't care who he was fucking as long as he was fucking. Ian tried to ignore him and it worked for close to an hour while he and Lip continued to drink until Gary slid off the bed and sat next to Ian.
He flings his arm around Ian's shoulder and Ian shakes it away, disgusted. and Gary looks deeply offended as if he has never seen someone shake him away. "Would you leave my brother alone Gary."
"What man, just giving him some attention. Shit." He slurs.
"You're making him uncomfortable, he's not used to that shit." Lip comments. Gary looks over at Ian and seems to notice something.
"Sorry man didn't think you were straight. I'll back off." He says and Lip busts out laughing, cackling like a teenage girl.
"Not what I meant. He's a virgin, Jesus. Ian, liking chicks, that would be the fuckin day." And Lip is laughing so hard he can't breathe.
and Gary looks at Ian like he's grown another head.
"How old are you?" He asks.
"18" Ian answers.
"Virgin? Like no girls, or guys? But you've done other shit right?" Gary asks as if he's amused and baffled at the same time. Ian rolls his eyes and gets up off the floor, taking off out of the dorm, to make his way out of here. He's annoyed.
Gary comes out after him and his loud ass mouth.
"Come on! Come Back! I just didn't know they still made you! Come back! I haven't had a virgin before!" He calls after him and Ian shakes his head and of course, the hallways are filled with drunk losers who start laughing and looking at Ian. Fucking great.
--
This was horrible. Gary was an asshole. How exactly did one man have the power to spread around that Ian was a virgin, in every way, in the short span of two days was beyond him but he did. Every class there were whispers and snickers, like suddenly he had went from the cute guy to the virgin. Girls laughed, guys laughed. Some of them propositioned him, but nothing compared to Gary who was suddenly everywhere.
Gary was now on a mission. He hadn't had a virgin, and he wanted Ian. Ian no longer could go to see his brother in his room because Gary would stroll in, and the fucker was relentless. Trying to put his hands on Ian, flirting, trying to ply him with drinks and it was fucking bullshit.
--
“I hate you.” Ian says to his brother, in the library where he is currently trying to steer clear of the horn dog formally known as Gary.
“What? He just wants some lovin?” Lip chuckles.
“Fuck you, Phillip. I don't want him or his diseases. Get him to back the fuck off.” Ian says groaning.
“I tried man. He's on mission. He wants the almighty virginal Ian Gallagher. Unless you start banging some one else, he wants you. Man, I'm sorry.” And Ian glares but suddenly he thinks.
“That's it, man. I just gotta make him think I'm not a Virgin anymore right?”
“Yeah okay. Ian, he's a see and believe kind of asshole. He ain't gonna take your word for it. Look, Gary's cool and all but he's a manwhore, while I think it's safe to say that he would never, push himself on you he’s not gonna give up on getting you. And me or you telling him you've suddenly had a dick in your ass ain't gonna change that.”
“ and what if I’m not the one with a Dick in my ass?” Ian says. Not like he'd know what he prefers yet but he'd like to think his options were open.
“Yeah okay baby brother. Whatever you say.”
--
Ian had a plan though. He needed someone to pretend for him, just one guy to lie in bed with him or whatever. But who the fuck was he going to get to do that? He needed ideas so of course, he called his best friend.
“Let me get this straight? Some guy wants to fuck you, and you're turning him down? Why?” Mandy asks him giggling over the phone. He can tell he's on speaker and she's doing something around the house because she sounds distant.
“Because he's a pig, Mandy. Look, I don’t know a hell a lot about sex but I'm pretty sure my first time should not be with some asshole who doesn't care what he sticks his dick in, thanks but no thanks. And besides, I would personally prefer to put my dick in, a nice, tight...” And Ian hears choking and coughing. “You okay Mandy?” He asks and she laughs.
“I'm good. Wasn't me, I'm so sorry Ian.” She says like she did something wrong.
“Mandy…why are you…?” Then it hits him. Fuck. Someone was there, someone heard him going on about being a virgin and that he liked…fuck fuck.
“So sorry. He just walked in and you were going on and on about it.” She says.
“Fuck. So which one of your brothers should I be expecting to kill me? Hey! Whoever it is, can you make it quick!?” He calls out and Mandy laughs. “Please tell me it's not Terry.” He says cringing.
“Fucking harsh man!!” He hears the man on the other end and it's not just any brother it's Mickey, fuck! Mickey was fucking…hot as hell for a lack of a better term. “I ain't gonna kill you. But please, cut out the gay erotic details please.” Mickey bites and Mandy giggles again.
“Don't listen to him, he probably enjoyed them. Thinking of you all sweaty and mmmm” she laughs jokingly.
“Speak for your fucking self-bitch. Why are you two talking about his sex life anyway?” Mickey asks.
“Some asshole won't leave him alone. Because he wants that sweet virginal ass.” Mandy calls out.
“Mandy!! Fuck. Telling people I'm a…virgin is what got me into this mess.” He groans out.
“Wait. For real? Like never taken it? Or like never anything ever? Not even with a chick?” Mickey sounds curious almost.
“Nope, nothing,” Ian admits.
“Holy hell man. You Savin yourself? Gonna be a virginal bride?” And if Mickey could see Ian, he would see that he was ten shades of red right now.
“Fuck you. No. Look not a big deal just never happened and it sure isn't gonna happen with that idiot. He bangs everyone and he sees me as some kind of conquest. Nope. I need some one to just pretend we fucked or something to get him to back off. I was inquiring if Mandy knew anyone that was gay and willing to fake it. So if you'll excuse us Milkovich, back to brainstorming.” Ian says.
“I'll do it,” Mickey says and Ian is the one that starts coughing after spewing his beer across the floor of his dorm.
“Excuse me?” Mandy and Ian ask at the same time.
“What, you need some asshole to lay in your bed, looking all sweaty and sexed up, and you also need someone who can jump out of said bed and beat a fucker if he tries anything. I'll do it. You'll owe me a favor. Win, win.”
“Seriously? How big's this favor? Because I'm not dying or going to jail for you.” Ian snorts.
“Fuck you fire-crotch. You want my help or not?”
“Oh he wants your help.” Mandy pipes in.”
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How do you execute a plan of this magnitude? First you have to think shit out or it's going to blow up in your face. First of all you had to know what a massive crush Ian Gallagher had on a certain Milkovich sibling. He never voiced it, not even to Mandy, because he didn't want to die. If Mickey had ever found out that Ian had a huge hard on for him, he was likely to bury him in a grave that he himself dug up. And the fact that he offered to do this, was beyond terrifying. So there was that, how to pretend to be having sex with Mickey, while not thinking of actually having sex with Mickey and not getting aroused at the close contact. And then he had to get Gary to show up at the right moment, before said arousal became apparent and he got himself killed. This was going to be torture.
--
Mickey showed up and Ian tried to think about horrible things, but there he was. He hadn't seen Mickey in months. This didn't help anything because he looked good. Like on a date good and Ian was already in hell. He had told Lip about the plan because someone had to make sure Gary showed up. Lip was sure to tell him that Ian had finally given in and was desperate for some dick or something. Lip was an asshole like that.
“How long we got?” Mickey asks.
“Not long I'm sure. Lip said he'd get him here soon. Fuck this has to work.”
“Well get naked then,” Mickey says shrugging. Pulling his shirt off and Ian is officially in a trance.
“Huh?” He says staring, openly and blatantly.
“Clothes! Off! Stop staring at me, like you've never seen a boy without his shirt on before. Come on it's fake okay? I'm not gonna bend you over or anything. Calm down.” And Ian's breath hitches in his throat. Because he would let Mickey do that if he wanted to. In fact he would let Mickey do any damn thing with him he pleased and that scared the hell out of Ian.
Mickey huffs when Ian doesn't move so he steps closer and grabs the edges of Ian's shirt and slowly pulls it off of him. “Okay Gallagher, I'm gonna take your pants off now. Don't freak out okay. Just trust me” And Ian just nods while Mickey undresses him then himself. He pulls Ian over to the bed and Ian's head is swimming. This was a bad idea, because in his mind he has Mickey bent over his bed while he's making him scream. Fuck. Now he's hard. Ian lays down on the bed and Mickey grabs the blanket to pull it up.
“Okay. I'm giving you a choice here. We can make out, underwear still on, and make him think we're just getting started. Or we can get naked, and get all sweaty, somehow and look like it's over?”
“What? Did you just offer to make out with me?” Ian chokes.
“Oh for fuck's sake. You never did that either?” Ian just stares at him and Mickey straddles him. Ian knows he feels it but he doesn't say anything yet he just stares at him. Mickey shakes his head and looks down at him.
“Okay just breathe. I'm gonna kiss you. Doors unlocked, he can come in at any time, so just go with it. If you are uncomfortable, tell me, we can just stop okay? I'll do some push-ups and pull the blanket up to my face, and pretend we already did it.” Ian nods.
“It's okay. I'm good.” Because How the fuck was he going to turn down his one and only kiss from Mickey Milkovich? And Mickey leans down and kisses him lightly. To warm him up and Ian's eyes shoot open. But Mickey kisses him harder and runs his tongue along his lips and Ian is lost, he grants him access and then he's gone. Mickey sits up a little and pulls Ian with him, kissing him, hard and with a force that Ian isn't sure how he is still breathing right now. He hears Mickey grown out and second later, Mickey breaks the kiss.
Mickey looks at Ian with hooded eyes. “You okay?” He asks softly. Ian just nods. And Mickey leans down and kisses on Ian's neck for a minute, Ian moans when Mickey bites down in his neck. Licking up his collar and biting down again and then Mickey is kissing his lips again hard and fiercely, and Ian moans out, more by accident than anything else and he feels Mickey shift, and Ian groans because he's even harder now and there's no way that Mickey doesn't know. No way in hell. But Mickey doesn't stop and Ian doesn't understand. Mickey bites down on Ian's lip, a little, sucking it and Ian wraps his arms around him. He wants this man so bad right now. This is torture. He can't do this.
“Stop,” Ian says, there is not real determination behind it at first but he repeats himself and Mickey leans back, he breathes heavily and looks at Ian.
“I can't…” Ian looks at the door, and it's open, just cracked. Someone has been here but he didn't even notice. “I think he was already here Mick. We can…stop now.” He says sadly.
“You want to?” Mickey asks him.
“Don't you? Aren't you like grossed out right now?” Ian asks and Mickey chuckles.
“I feel grossed out to you?” He asks, grinding down on Ian and Mickey's hard, Ian can feel it, he had been so focused on his own erection, how hadn't he noticed Mickey's.
“You're….I…don't…”
“You want me to stop? I will. But it feels like you don't. Seriously, you're like rock hard underneath me and it's distracting. How could any gay man, not fucking be turned on right now?” Mickey asks and Ian's eyebrows shoot up.
“Wait…what?” And Mickey laughs.
“Seriously Ian? How did you not know I was gay? I'm making out with you!”
“I didn't, I'm so confused right now.”
“I should go. Probably. I should, but you're so…do you want me to go, Ian?”
“No,” Ian says honestly.
“No?” Mickey asks.
“You should still probably. But no, I don't want you to go.” Ian says and it's like that's all Mickey needs. And he kisses Ian again, no holding back, and he slides his hands down Ian's body and moans. Before Ian realizes it, Mickey has removed his own boxers and is pulling Ian's off, but he had moved his way slowly down and it at face level with Ian's dick now and he's staring at it and he smirks.
“What if I…” And he darts his tongue out and just touches Ian's dick for a second.
“Oh god. Please. I need you to…” And Mickey seems satisfied with that answer because it isn't but seconds later that he takes Ian's cock into his mouth and Ian has never felt anything like this. It's amazing, and so intense as Mickey swirls his tongue around the head and then up and down the shaft. “Holy…fuck….I can't…it's so…I'm gonna…” And Mickey hums around his dick. The vibrations do him in.
--
“Fuck, I'm sorry,” Ian says and Mickey chuckles.
“What're you sorry for? We ain't done here.” Mickey says and Ian raises an eyebrow.
“Not by a long shot Ian Gallagher. You were bound to cum fast. But I have plans for you red. So many plans.”
“Are you okay? You look…”
“I'm good. No worries.” Mickey says but Ian sees his dick practically pulsing it's so hard and Ian thinks about it and runs his hand over it. Mickey moans out.
“You don't have to do that…”
“Doesn't feel good?”
“It feels amazing. Don't doubt yourself. Fuck.” Mickey says as Ian's speed quickens and Ian licks his lips and if Mickey had been looking at him he would have known but his eyes shoot open when his dick is surrounded by the feeling of wet and wanting lips on his dick. “You're surprisingly good at that.” Mickey breathes out.
Mickey and Ian lay still for a moment, catching their breaths. And Ian looks over at Mickey curiously. “Still can't believe you're gay. This whole fucking time.” Ian says softly and Mickey chuckles.
“Well Gallagher, you're in your own world. I've been staring at your ass for years. Although hearing about you wanting to stick your dick in some tight ass, was quite impressive. Got a mouth on you.” He jokes.
“Only one ass I want to stick my dick in right now,” Ian says and his own eyes widen at his bluntness. “Fuck. I mean…” And Mickey moves to him swiftly.
“Don't be taking that back now. Do you want to feel my ass around your dick? Want to feel me moving up and down on you, all around you?” Mickey questions.
“Y..yes. Fuck.” Ian pants out.
“I don't know…” Mickey trails his hand down to Ian's hardening cock. “I don't think you want it bad enough." Ian gets closer to Mickey and latches his teeth down onto Mickey's neck, sucking and biting. And Mickey moans out. “Ian, fuck. Keep doing that.” He says. “Mm, lube, pocket, now.” He pants out and Ian chuckles.
“We're you planning on getting laid tonight Mickey?” He asks coyly.
“A man can hope, right? I heard virgins are all the rage around here.” And Ian slaps him on the chest lightly.
“Is it just about me being a virgin?” He asks looking Mickey dead in his eyes.
“Fuck no. Ain't about that. I've wanted to fuck you, or really be fucked by you for a long time. The virgin thing only explains why you never hopped on this shit. Dense fucker.”
“Or maybe the fact that I thought you'd kill me for even thinking about you all sweaty and naked and bent over.” And Mickey bites his lip.
“Fuck man,” Mickey says and he straddles Ian again. Both of them getting harder by the second. Mickey moves to get the lube that Ian never got and pulls out a condom. He slicks up his own fingers and starts to slowly enter himself, moaning, watching Ian, watch him. He leans forward a little as he works his fingers inside of himself.
“God, you look so hot, doing that right now,” Ian says. Mickey finally stops and pulls his fingers out and gets the condom open and slowly rolls it onto Ian's cock, stroking it with lube.
“I'm gonna fuck myself with your cock. You sure you want this? Want me like this?” Mickey says giving Ian a chance to back out and for some reason he trusts that if he said no right now, Mickey would stop. But fuck that, there's no way in hell that he wanted that to happen after waiting this long And even if it was just tonight, it would be fuckin worth it.
“I need you, right now,” Ian says it, but it's barely above a whisper, and Mickey hums at it to let Ian know he heard it. Ian holds a breath as Mickey lines himself up, he looks so good like this. And he slowly seats himself into Ian, Ian moans out as he watches Mickey's face, the pleasure spreading across it as he does.
Mickey stills for a minute, taking the man under him in for a minute and he smiles just a little, just enough for Ian to smile back at him, and he slowly starts moving, rocking his hips, Ian watches, or really half watches while he's trying to control his breathing and his moaning. Which seems impossible at this moment because he's never felt anything like this and he never wants it to stop. Never wants Mickey to stop moving on top of him. Especially when Mickey starts moving faster, Ian can't watch anymore, he closes his eyes and moans out deeply, his hips buck upwards, as if on instinct. And Mickey moans out. Loudly and deeply. Fuck that's hot, so Ian does it again.
“Fuck…so good..man. You feel so…good.” Mickey moans out. Ian let's out a heavy breath.
“So..so..close.” Ian says finally through labored breaths.
“Fuck yea. Cum for me.” Mickey practically screams out.
As if all he needed was to hear the words, Ian let's go. And fills the condom and seconds later Mickey is spilling onto Ian's chest collapsing again after he moves, to let Ian out of him.
“That was …” Ian starts
“That was amazing man.” Mickey finishes for him.
They lie like that for a while before either moves and when Mickey gets up off of Ian, Ian expects him to leave, he sighs only knowing this might be awkward next time he goes to see Mandy. But Mickey doesn't leave, he grabs a wash cloth and before Ian opens his eyes again he is back. He wipes down Ian's chest, cleaning him off and crawls back into bed, wrapping himself around Ian once again and Ian smiles.
“Didn't think you were getting rid of me yet did ya?” Mickey says.
“Honestly? Yeah. Glad you stayed through.” Ian says before he can stop himself.
“Not going anywhere fire-crotch. You got class in the morning?” He asks and Ian nods.
“Mhm. Sometime or another.” Ian mumbles.
“Want me to go? Let you get some rest?”
“Nope,” Ian says.
Mickey nuzzles close to him and they fall asleep shortly after, neither remembering to lock the door, so that's how they are found in the morning, by Lip. Ian is woken by his brothers chuckling.
“Looks convincing to me.” He says and his brother flips him off.
--
--three weeks later—
Ian comes into Lips dorm room and sits down, shrugging off his jacket and getting out some of his notes. “How was your calc final?” Lip asks.
“Good. Good.” He says. And he wasn't lying, it actually was good. He actually understood it, thanks to small miracles.
“You sure about that? You look like studying is the last thing you've been doing?” Lip laughs and Ian glares at him.
“What are you talking about?” Ian asks.
“He's referring to the trail of hickeys running down your neck man. You sure he's not a vampire?” Gary laughs. And Ian flips him off.
“I give as good as I get, thank you very much.”
“Still can't believe you're fuckin a Milkovich.” Lip shakes his head.
“Why not? You fucked one.” Ian says glaring at his brother. He would never completely forgive Lip for fucking Mandy over.
“Yeah and let me tell you from someone who's been there. Don't piss him off, they're fucking vicious.” Lip laughs and Ian shakes his head. “Seriously though, you sure about this?” Lip looks at him a little concerned and he understood, he'd practically locked himself in his dorm with Mickey for the last three weeks. But it wasn't all sex, Mickey helped him with his calculus, possibly the only reason he understood any of it.
“Sure about what?” Ian says trying to act innocent.
“Fucking someone who lives in the closet, Ian. You okay with that?” Lips concern all over his face.
“Who's in the closet? Gallagher, it's too late to crawl back in.” Mickey says from the doorway his arms crossed over his chest, and Ian hadn't been lying, he had hickeys trailed all over his neckline.
“Was referring to you fuckhead,” Lip says.
“We're gonna do it in the closet? I could be down for that.” Mickey says, amusement apparent all over his face. Ian starts laughing.
“Hm. An interesting concept.” Ian says smiling and Mickey pulls him to him and kisses him lightly.
“Just because I don't advertise, doesn't mean I give a damn what people think,” Mickey says, more to Lip than anything.
“Really? Then you'll just walk around the neighborhood, with my brother, not a care in the world? Tell your family you like dick?” Lip smirks as if he expects Mickey to shy away, instead, he just dials his phone and holds it up.
“What do you want fucker? Aren't you with your boyfriend this weekend?” Iggy's voice comes through the phone and Lip's eyes widen.
“Thanks for proving my point Iggs.”
“Anytime man. Ian there?” Iggy asks.
“I'm here.” Ian laughs into the room.
“You comin over tonight? Man. Mandy and Colin are currently beating the shit out of each other over call of Duty.” Iggy says and Ian laughs.
“Sure. I'll come referee, later though. I have things to do first.”
“Don't wanna know,” Iggy says hanging up the phone. And Ian looks over at his brother and smirks.
Ian smiles brightly and places a kiss on Mickey's neck. And Mickey just grabs his hand and starts dragging him out the door.
“If you'll excuse us. I'm gonna take advantage of my boyfriend. Goodbye assholes” Mickey says and Ian laughs.
“Boyfriend huh?” Ian says smirking.
“You got a problem with that?” Mickey says
“Nope.” He says smiling brightly as they make it to Ian's dorm and swing the door open, making out before they even get the door shut.
“So about that favor you owe me…” Mickey says as they collapse down on the bed.
“What do you have in mind?”