Ian/Mickey Twins AU
Ian pressed Mickey against the wall and gave him one of those looks- the “I want to fuck you so bad right now it actually physically pains me” look. It was brief but charged and left Mickey with a grimace as the baby monitor spiked.
“It’s probably Kyle- I bet he threw his blanket out of the crib again,” Ian said, scratching his head.
“Yeah-,” Mickey answered, only registering the motion of Ian’s lips as he thought about them on the back of his neck and around his cock.
“I’ll go check on them-,” Ian ‘s eyes darted as he tried to figure out what Mickey was thinking. He shrugged and sprinted upstairs leaving Mickey to contemplate the growing bulge in his pants.
“I was right. It was the blanket,” Ian said triumphantly, picking up stray laundry as he came back downstairs.
“What do you want? A fucking badge?” Mickey sipped his beer from his spot on the couch and Ian rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, Mick. That’s exactly what I want,” he snatched the beer away and took a long pull.
“Hey,” Mickey snapped, flashing an awkward grin as Ian ran his tongue around the bottle neck. “You practicing for later?”
“Fuck off,” Ian said with a chuckle. “It’s your turn away. I gave you that handjob in the car this morning.”
Mickey took a swig and it was his turn to roll his eyes, “blow me. Those aren’t even close to being the same.”
“Fine,” Ian dropped to his knees in front of the sofa, tugging at the draw string on Mickey’s favorite sweat pants.
“You know ‘blow me’ is just an expression-,” Mickey started.
Ian glanced up, “and how appropriate it is for this situation.” He fished Mickey’s heat out enveloping the tip in his mouth and suckling his slit making Mickey’s heart race.
“Fuck- Gallagher-,” he gripped the back of Ian’s head tightly, fingers gripping for his short red hair.
Ian bobbed and sucked until Mickey couldn’t take it. He finished with a grunt and a sigh.
Ian grabbed the beer as he sat beside him on the sofa.
“Sox game on tonight?”
“Huh? Oh- yeah,” Mickey scratched the back of his head. “It’s on in ten minutes-.”
“Ten minutes? Plenty of time,” Ian glanced at Mickey from the corner of his eye.
“Plenty of time?” Mickey looked over at him and knew exactly what he meant.
“It’s probably Kyle- I bet he threw his blanket out of the crib again,” Ian said, scratching his head.
“Yeah-,” Mickey answered, only registering the motion of Ian’s lips as he thought about them on the back of his neck and around his cock.
“I’ll go check on them-,” Ian ‘s eyes darted as he tried to figure out what Mickey was thinking. He shrugged and sprinted upstairs leaving Mickey to contemplate the growing bulge in his pants.
“I was right. It was the blanket,” Ian said triumphantly, picking up stray laundry as he came back downstairs.
“What do you want? A fucking badge?” Mickey sipped his beer from his spot on the couch and Ian rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, Mick. That’s exactly what I want,” he snatched the beer away and took a long pull.
“Hey,” Mickey snapped, flashing an awkward grin as Ian ran his tongue around the bottle neck. “You practicing for later?”
“Fuck off,” Ian said with a chuckle. “It’s your turn away. I gave you that handjob in the car this morning.”
Mickey took a swig and it was his turn to roll his eyes, “blow me. Those aren’t even close to being the same.”
“Fine,” Ian dropped to his knees in front of the sofa, tugging at the draw string on Mickey’s favorite sweat pants.
“You know ‘blow me’ is just an expression-,” Mickey started.
Ian glanced up, “and how appropriate it is for this situation.” He fished Mickey’s heat out enveloping the tip in his mouth and suckling his slit making Mickey’s heart race.
“Fuck- Gallagher-,” he gripped the back of Ian’s head tightly, fingers gripping for his short red hair.
Ian bobbed and sucked until Mickey couldn’t take it. He finished with a grunt and a sigh.
Ian grabbed the beer as he sat beside him on the sofa.
“Sox game on tonight?”
“Huh? Oh- yeah,” Mickey scratched the back of his head. “It’s on in ten minutes-.”
“Ten minutes? Plenty of time,” Ian glanced at Mickey from the corner of his eye.
“Plenty of time?” Mickey looked over at him and knew exactly what he meant.