Title: After/Before part 2
Part One
Part II
***The Late Morning After***
Forever didn’t last fucking long enough Mickey thought as he sat next to Ian on the El.
He already felt weird about Ian running one of his hands through his dark locks. It made his skin feel too tight and he almost wanted to ask the red head to stop….but it had felt so fucking great last night and that morning.
Less than a fucking hour ago he’d been begging for it and now… “Fuck-” he shouted, lashing out with his fist, punching the conveniently placed hard plastic seat divider. Too fucking convenient. “Fucking bitch.” He shook his hand, trying not to wince at the pain shooting through his wrist each time he flexed it.
“Mickey, now why did you go and do that?” Ian’s voice cut right through Mickey’s train of thought, and the pain, when his Dom grabbed his hand. Slowly massaging the reddening skin.
“It’s just--hell, this is just fucking weird, that’s what,” Mickey swore, pulling his arm from Ian’s grasp, trying to figure out what the fuck had changed.
Something that got a lot harder-but somehow easier-when he suddenly felt a hand around his neck, the fingers digging in the back of his neck and thumb pushing into the tender spots under his chin, pulling his head to the side mading sure he was focused only on what was now in front of him, Ian, his Dom. And fuck, Ian clearly wasn’t feeling any less his Dom just because they weren’t in the rope guy’s loft.
Looking into Ian’s eye’s Mickey was glad of that; at least one of them knew what the fuck was going on. Mickey could tell that before Ian started talking.
“You’re mine, I thought we made that clear last night and again this morning. So stop trying to hurt yourself-that’s my job.” And God Mickey loved that smirk even if that line was just so damn overused. “And tell me what the fuck is going through your head.”
An order, Mickey could deal with an order. Not that he had much choice, Ian’s grip was so damn strong. The fucker was packing some meat on that scrawny frame. “Last night, fuck-an hour ago this was fucking fine. Hell it was more than fine but now it’s freaking me out. I’m fucking panicking!” And fuck he was, why did he tell the redhead that. Fuck.
“Mine.” Goddamn that word from Ian’s lips did things to him and when Ian repeated it, even closer to Mickey’s ear he did the only thing his mind would let him, he answered.
“Yours. So fucking yours.” He might be freaking out but fuck he belonged to Ian. Even his freak-out wasn’t stopping that apparently Mickey realized happily as he leaned toward his Dom. “Why is this so fucking hard?” Really he wanted-needed-to know why this couldn’t be easier.
“I don’t know. But you’re mine. That part is easy.”
The blunt statement sounded so good to him. His Dom wanted him, fuck ups, freak outs and all. “Yeah”
“When we get to the house-” Ian kept talking, he heard his voice but that word…fuck.
House! As in the fucking Gallagher place. The one where everyone already thought he was fucking Ian but fuck that keeping up after last night. One look at him and they’re goin fucking know who was really taking it up the ass and it wasn’t their brother. Fuck.
And fuck--getting hit on the back of the head hurt when he wasn’t flying high. “The fuck was that for?” Mickey demanded, rubbing his scalp.
“I need a reason?”
Fuck. Didn’t that tone make his cock hard?
“But next time don’t zone off on me.” Fuck Mickey loved Ian’s smirk, “Someone slip you a joint or shrooms and why didn’t you share?”
“Nah, nothing…it’s just,” Ian’s shirt was wrinkled and way too loose. It needed to get washed, make it tight again--
“Mickey,”
“They’re gonna know I’m a fucking sub,” Mickey snapped seconds after Ian’s words, and their steel-like tone hit his ears. Fuck he was a whipped sub, in more ways then one. “I just don’t know if I can…fuck.”
“Okay, it’s okay. You should head to your place first, check and see if your baby has popped yet.”
Hell. Yeah, his wife probably had the kid by now. “I’m not-like that’s any better, fuck, I might be a father. Assuming the kid’s even mine.” Fuck, what was he going to do if it was?
***That Night***
“We need to talk, Blondie,” Mickey didn’t wait for an answer as he shoved past the subby cop the moment the door was open wide enough. Making sure to shoulder check Tony.
He was in charge of what was about to happen and he didn’t give a fuck if they were both subs.
“Well hello, Mickey, twice in one day? Uncle Terry must be rolling in his prison cell.” At least the copper had a good sense of humor, Mickey thought as he turned back toward him once he was in the middle of the nice sized, and really fucking empty, living room-didn’t the guy own any stuff?
But yeah if his father knew he was here, just rolling would be the least of the things his pops would do to the two of them. “Well he doesn’t know, what he doesn’t know can’t get us popped….you’re in fucking normal clothes, don’t you people like…live in your uniforms or some shit?” Because out of his uniform the guy wasn’t bad looking. He had that whole tall, blond hair and blue eyes thing going for him. Fuck that’s not the head he needed to be thinking with right now.
“Cops aren’t robot clones, Mickey. We get to go home and be regular people some of the time. I got off work an hour ago, just having dinner. You want some?” Fuck that smile. How can anyone from the neighborhood look that open and honest, pig or not? But something did smell good.
Looking across the room toward the large dinning room table, one of the few pieces of furniture in the otherwise largely open space, covered with a couple-three dishes of food and a lone plate and glass…”fuck man, you do all this for yourself? I don’t even do this much for Mandy and me.” But it did smell like it was really good he thought, walking toward the table to see what was in the bowls.
Mickey watched the cop sit down, shrugged and joined him next to the table-peas and…mac and cheese? “What the fuck did you do to the mac-n-cheese, and why is it in that…whatever it is?” Mickey questioned, pointing toward a white dish holding a golden brown cheesy mess.
“The casserole dish? You’ve never had baked macaroni and cheese?” Tony asked.
Mickey glared at the guy, so he’d never had it baked; they always had better uses for the oven, like hiding the guns.
“Then you have to try it, I’ll get you a plate. We can talk about whatever you wanted to talk about.” Tony went on, not noticing Mickey’s annoyed expression.
What the fuck was with the guy? They barely knew each other. Even if the cop did think they were cousins-which they just might be-but just serving dinner to some guy? Was he asking to be kidnapped and made someone’s bitch? He’d make a better fucking one than Mandy that’s for damn sure
***The Afternoon***
It was quiet.
He hadn’t expected that, he’d expected to hear either his ‘wife’ yelling her head off or the baby bawling its head off the moment he got off the El, or at least once he hit his block but it didn’t sound any different. Maybe living with a baby wouldn’t be so bad after all, Mickey thought with a smile. Hell, Ian had to share a room with one, he could share a house with one, if it was his anyways. He could deal.
With that thought, Mickey flipped open the gate and headed toward the door, kicking at the busted metal remains of…something, to get it back out of the narrow walkway and into the lawn with the rest of the crap where it belonged.
Jumping up the steps then slipping through the door he glanced around. He still couldn’t hear anything. Hell he didn’t even see anyone. Maybe he could get a couple hours more of sleep before--
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“Christ fuck, I’m barely through the door. And I’m a grown ass dom. I don’t report to you,” Mickey shouted back at his sister. Not even two steps into his house and already the peace and calm of the morning was gone. He wanted to do nothing more than turn right around and get back to Ian’s side where he belonged. Some dom he’d make, how the fuck had he even passed for so long. Were they all fucking morons?
“Then grow a pair and fucking be one. Your wife and sub just gave birth to your son but I had to be the one taking care of the paperwork. I had to fucking drive them home. They’re sleeping upstairs, by the way,” Mickey rolled his eyes at Mandy’s yells and shouts, shoving back when she shoved into him.
“Back off, you’re the woman, you’re the sub, you’re supposed to take care of that shit,” he added, parroting the family-- their father’s-- rule that men were doms and women were subs, ignoring how much more hollow those words felt after the last twelve hours. “Fucking deal with it,” he added in frustration.
“Oh, fuck you, Mickey. That line is a load of shit and we both know it. I’m not the fucking-”
“Shut your mouth!” Mickey screamed. He couldn’t hear it, not out loud, not from her. He just, “Fuck,” pushing her back-hard--his forearm finding her throat even as her fist found the side of his face.
He let out a growl and shoved harder at the shock of the hit, throwing her into the door jam and away from him. “Don’t say it, don’t you fucking say it, just don’t say it,” he repeated, his entire body shaking as he fell into the couch, jumping off it seconds later when he felt a spring poke him through the torn fabric, hitting him right in the spot where Ian had smacked him. “Jesus fuck I can’t even sit down?” he yelled.
“Mickey, we are what we are, our father-”
He didn’t hear anything further his sister may have said because suddenly all he could hear was a screeching cry echoing from upstairs followed almost immediately by a string of Russian curses cutting off everything else. “Fuck it all, now…I’m out of here,” Mickey told his sister, heading right for the door as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, hoping it would help him calm back down, but he knew it wouldn’t, what he knew he needed to calm down didn’t come in some cheap-ass paper box.
“Mickey wait, your kid-”
“Fuck him. He’s better off without me,” Mickey shouted over his shoulder. Stopping at the gate to light his smoke, Mickey let it calm him as much as it could before he started walking again. His feet taking him right toward the Gallagher’s, ignoring Mandy’s shouts behind him.
Down two blocks, over one and down another couple and he was on the back alley heading to the Gallagher place. With its newish looking paint job, empty lawn save for snow, even the pool had been cleaned up, it didn’t look a mess, unlike the Milkovich place but whatever, Mickey didn’t care, he wasn’t here for the scenery, not the outside kind anyways.
Mickey chuckled at his own joke, flicking the butt of his cigarette into the yard, letting out the last cloud of smoke as he turned the knob to head inside.
Only it didn’t open. “What the fuck?” he complained, pushing at the door again, rattling the handle. Since when did the Gallaghers lock their door? He kicked at it in frustration. Damn he really fucking needed…fuck he didn’t know what he needed…
***That Night***
“You really cook this much shit just for yourself?” How the fuck does the cop eat it all? Mickey thought as he dug out another large scoop of the mac-n-cheese on the plate Tony had gotten for him. The casserole barely looked touched, fuck the one dish probably would feed Mandy and him for a week.
And did the copper ever stop smiling, come on man, “I like cooking for others so most of it ends up in the station break room. I think I feed some of the guys more than their subs or doms at home do. Don’t forget the peas.”
Mickey frowned at the bowl of green vegetables Tony passed to him. He almost wanted to flip in back into the cop’s face. He fucking hated vegetables but…he was eating the man’s grub and he did want his questions answered…fuck it. A few peas wouldn’t kill him, “Fine. I’ll eat my veggies Mom.” he snapped. And fuck, was the guy really smirking at that. The cop was so fucked in the head.
“That’s a good sub. Now, what is it you wanted to talk about? Because if it’s Ian, we’ve never really done anything. He’s too young-- as much as he doesn’t act it-and, well, I was mostly trying to get Fiona to notice me and while that would have done it, it wouldn’t have been quite the outcome I was after at the time.”
The first words made Mickey freeze, stop himself from reacting. He didn’t want to blow up at the cop like he had Mandy, because friend of Ian and the Gallagher’s or not, no cop was going to let a punk like him go at him and not drag him in…but he didn’t want to come out swinging at the pig…why the fuck didn’t he? He could hear this copper call him a sub but he couldn’t hear it from Mandy…and what the fuck has been between him and his Dom “You fucking did something with Ian? Because your fucking badge won’t stop me from beating the shit out of you,” he spat out, letting the spoon drop back into the vegetable bowl with a clatter as he glared at Tony, okay so he didn’t want to swing but-.
Fuck he just swore he wasn’t going to do that. And what the fuck, since when does someone just smile and shake their head at his threat…what the fuck had happened to his world.
“You really think I’d go after the 15-16 year old kid brother of the woman I was offering myself to? Really? It was the other way around.” The cop’s voice was confident, strong. Great delivery for a lie, the perfect bluff, playing cards with him might be fun…unless Tony wasn’t trying to pull one over on him…
Mickey took another good long look at the cop-no, the man-because Ian and the Gallaghers never really hated cops the way Milkoviches did. He’d already decided Tony was good looking. And, living so close, Ian would see him often, and his Gallagher did have a thing for uniforms. Maybe he liked seeing Tony heading to work or coming home. And what Ian liked, he went after. But would he have the balls to try and dom a cop almost ten years older than him? “Fuck or course the fire crotch would try doming you.”
Tony chuckled a bit but it didn’t really bother him. Mickey had a feeling he wasn’t the one the cop was laughing at. “You ever think about letting him? Now that he’s legal? Or are you still hung up on his psycho bitch of a sister?” Mickey asked before he started shoveling the food into his mouth. He wanted to eat as much as he could before Tony said the wrong thing and he ended up wanted for assault.
“That’s your dom’s sister you’re taking about.” Tony said, his voice firm.
Mickey just rolled his eyes. Tony really was too nice to be from the southside.
“And,” Tony’s voice was low and gruff, “it’s getting harder to say no, especially when Ian acts like he did earlier…fuck that was…fuck you have a hot dom.”
“Fuck, yeah I do,” Mickey echoed.
***The Afternoon***
The back door remained stubbornly locked even as Mickey kicked it again. “Fuckin’ Gallagher,” he yelled, stomping his way through the yard around to the front, kicking and flinging the snow everywhere.
Muttering and cursing, he made his way up the front steps, thumping hard on each one. Whatever semblance of peace he had found that morning long gone, and getting farther away as he jerked and pulled at the front door only to find it locked and unwilling to budge either. “What the fuck, they never fucking lock the fucking doors, where the fuck is everyone,” Mickey ranted, shoving himself over the railing to look in the window, only to find an empty living room. “What the fuck? Frank not’s even here, fuck!”
“It’s been different lately. Taking some getting used to. Used to be a dozen people in and out at all hours but the last couple of months I can actually sleep through the day sometimes, and most nights even.”
“Fuck?” Mickey questioned, turning to see a cop standing on the other side of the fence between the Gallagher’s place and their neighbor. He was leaning over like he had the right to pry into Mickey’s business just because he had a badge and a gun. Fuck that, Mickey had all the guns he wanted and he didn’t need a fucking badge. “Fuck off, pig, I’m not doin’ nothin’, they know me,” Mickey made clear, jerking his thumb at the house.
“I know, Mickey, I’ve seen you and your sister over here. Your sister seemed to live here since before spring and all summer. Until Lip headed off for college anyways,” the officer explained. “But right now none of them are around, Fiona’s job hunting and the kids are at school.”
“You fucking pigs spying on me and mine?” Mickey yelled back, fist balling; how dare the asshole pigs think they can just watch them. Watch his dom and his family. He didn’t think so. “You’d better watch yourself or you’ll find yourself-“
“Whoa, cool it tough guy, man Uncle Mick was right, the Milkovich side of the family are just a bunch of hot heads.”
Uncle Mick? This pig knows Mick? “You know Uncle Mick? How the fuck does a pig know Uncle Mick, you know what never mind. Just tell me what the fuck you’re doing watching the Gallagher’s before I stop giving a fuck about that badge,” because no one fucks with what’s his, and that includes his dom’s family.
The cop might have some bite in him, Mickey thought as he watched Tony’s face go carefully blank, just like he’d seen other cops do a million times, right before they drew their guns or fucking went and tried arresting his brother or pop. Fuck that, he wasn’t getting busted for protecting Ian’s home from some nosey pig.
“Damn, you know, you say that to the wrong guy you’ll get dragged in for threatening an officer, which is what you just did, Mickey. But I’m not going to so calm down. Now.”
Mickey frowned as he looked at the now relaxed looking cop. The man wasn’t even resting his hand on his gun. Cops always did that around him. What the fuck was up. “You still haven’t answer my question. Why the fuck you watching them?”
“I’m not. I live here too. I’m their neighbor. I’ve know Fiona since before high school. But you have no idea who I am do you?” Why was the cop looking at him weird? That wasn’t how cops were suppose to look at him, they should look like they want to beat his head in, not…Mickey wasn’t even sure what that look meant, but it wasn’t fucking right. He knew that much.
“Who gives a fuck if I don’t, why should I fucking care about you? You’re a shit pig who’s name I don’t even know,” Mickey spat, but his heart wasn’t in it, and from the look on the cop’s face he knew it, but fuck all, he just didn’t care right now.
The cop nodded and held out his hand, “The name’s-”
“Tony,” Mickey turned at the sound of Ian’s voice behind “I see you’ve finally met Mickey and you don’t even have cuffs out. This is so cool seeing you both here” Ian dropped a grocery bag into the snow before coming up to join the two men at the fence line. “I was just thinking about all the guys in my life. What’re you two up to?”
“You know this-”
“Just introducing myself to my cousin.”
What the fuck had the copper said? ‘What sick joke was he up to’ Mickey questioned, his mind locking up as he glared at the boy in blue before looking back toward Ian. “You know this fucking joker?” Mickey asked Ian, jerking his thumb at the cop, feeling Ian drape an arm over his shoulders, leaning in close.
For a moment Mickey wanted nothing more than to lean into it. Let his dom hold him. But then his eye caught the cop watching them and he felt a chill. Fuck if he’d give the cop a show. Fuck that Mickey decided as he slid to the side making Ian lean more into the metal fence post instead of on him.
“What? Tony? Yeah he’s been bringing Frank home for years, fell for Fiona, even bought the house next door to try and get her. But she’s not the dom he needs, or you know a dom at all, and we all know it.” He watched as Ian leaned over the fence while he answered until Ian was as close to the cop as most of the men got to him at the club, which was way too close for Mickey. His dom was his and needed to stay clear of the cop.
“Everyone hold their fucking horses,” Mickey shouted, his body heating up in all the wrong ways at the sight of Ian so close to Tony, and from the way the guy was swallowing hard, there was some kind of story there but that wasn’t his priority.
Holding out one hand toward Tony, not touching him but making sure he couldn’t move forward, Mickey used the other to pull Ian back to him. “Gallagher get away from the cop,” Mickey ordered. He pulled him back to see that smug smirk on the teen’s face which meant he knew he’d just made Mickey jealous and had done it on purpose. Fuck, Mickey was starting to fucking hate-and love-that smirk.
“Fuck you,” he told Ian before looking back at Tony. “You’re a fucking sub and a cop? How does that even work? You just pretending to be a man? And what the fuck’s this about us being something?” Mickey questioned, feeling better now that Ian was standing with him, and for the moment he wasn’t even going to care that Ian was holding the back of his neck in the middle of the front lawn. He wasn’t about to let the fucking sub cop get any ideas about Ian.
“Yeah, I’m a man. The name’s Tony Markovich, your kind of cousin. Uncle Terry and his views on dynamics aren’t just outdated, they’re relics from over two centuries ago. You have more family than you know, Mickey. If you ever want to meet them you know where I am.” The whole time Tony spoke, Mickey could feel the guy’s eyes focused on him. It wasn’t a glare, it wasn’t a leer. Fuck he didn’t know what it was but the cop wouldn’t stop giving it to him right until Ian spoke and then blue boy was looking at his dom, in all the wrong ways.
“That offer for both of us?”
Mickey’s dick got rock hard at the sound of his dom’s voice and it wasn’t even directed at him. But fuck that hand gripping his cock. Was his dom trying to kill him?
Fuck the guy looks more red than blue and unless the uniform was adding a few inches…and the look he was giving Ian. “I need to get back at work.” Mickey let out a breath, grateful as Tony turned away, heading back toward the cruiser parked on the street. Mickey wasn’t sure if he was going to slug him or push Tony to his knees but neither would have ended well…“Fucking cop,” Mickey whispered under his breath.
“That would be fun…Anyways. Mickey, why are you here? I thought you wanted to get home, sleep in your bed for a few hours?”
Mickey wanted to glare at Ian for throwing his own words back at him but instead he settled for picking up the bag from the snow. “The baby started crying, Mandy was being a bitch, I thought see what you were up to then the fucking boy in blue showed up,” he told Ian, following him inside.
“You’re a dad, congratulations. Today is just a big family day for you. Your kid, your cousin Tony, who’s a cop, who’s your cousin,” Ian’s smile was going to get old, and fast. “I clearly have a thing for your family. Best friend is your sister, you’re my sub, cousin is my old crush who will also be my sub. You have any other family members I need to look up?”
“How the fuck should I know, I didn’t even know about him,” Mickey answered back, the same question racking his own brain. Trying to remember anything he’d ever heard about family from his pop, mother--anyone--but coming up mostly dry. His father talked about family a lot but he rarely meant anyone other than his kids and himself.
“Well Tony’s not a bad guy. He’s even helped out the family a few times. And subs in uniform. He blushes real red too. He was the source of more then a few fantasies…just like you, Mickey.”
Mickey really didn’t know if he loved or hated that smirk…no fuck that.
He knew he loved it.
***That Night***
“When Ian really wants something…it’s not easy to say no…especially when he makes you want it too,” And damn his dom was right, Tony did look hot when he blushed.
“Yeah, he knows how to get what he wants, whatever, or whoever, that fucking happens to be,” Mickey agreed, scarfing down the mac-n-cheese. “And this is fucking good. How the fuck aren’t you chained up in someone’s kitchen? Because if I wasn’t worried about Mandy or my father cutting my ball’s off I’d do it right now.” Fuck, he might just risk it. This was good shit.
And damn, the cop look hot when he was turning red and trying to hide his face. Fuck that smile. He could see what his dom liked about the guy.
“Thanks, Mickey.” Mickey laughed at the cough.” Now about why you’re here…”
Why he was here? Damn right he’d come for a reason. What was it? Fuck, Mandy was right, get food in front of him and he fucking forgets about everything…Mandy, damn, family. “You said we were cousins. And you said something about Uncle Mick? Because I gotta say the idea of being related to one of you blue boys-” he just shook his head. He had no idea how to explain how that made him feel, other than creeped the hell out.
“You remember anything about your Uncle Mick?”
“Uncle Mick…what’s to remember, he bit it when I was like nine or something. But I was named after him or some shit. What about Uncle Mick?” How did the cop know Uncle Mick, he wasn’t that old. Not if he was chasing around Ian’s sister? Hell he barely remembered Uncle Mick, not after the falling out between he and Pop over something and then him dying or whatever. “How the fuck you even know my uncle Mick?” Mickey demanded to know.
“He’s my Uncle Mick too, Mickey. And he’s alive. Mom had him over for Thanksgiving along with his kid, and their kids.”
Mickey just looked at the cop, trying to make sense of what the fuck he was saying. He wasn’t related to any cop, his father wouldn’t stand for it. He’d get out his guns if someone even talked about it, he’d flat out disown any Milkovich that tried to become a cop, and that was only if he couldn’t kill the unlucky bastard first… wait, is that- “Uncle Mick’s a fucking alive and a cop?” What the fuck? How did he not know either, what the fuck?
“What? No. Uncle Mick does construction. It’s his sister-in law, my mother, who was the cop, along with my dad. Your Aunt Hanna, Hanna Markovich? And you have no idea what or who I’m talking about, do you?”
He looked at Tony for a long minute after he had stopped talking, trying to remember what he could about his extended family. He knew his father had siblings, he even remembered Uncle Mick until he was about seven or eight, but a wife? An Aunt? That shit he didn’t remember but if he married into a cop family…fuck this shit. His head hurt and he just wanted Ian.
“My Uncle married a cop’s sister? And my pop didn’t kill them both?” Because that was some messed up shit. Like really.
“Well it didn’t go over well from what I remember and I’m guessing that’s why you were told he died but even Uncle Terry isn’t stupid enough to try and go after a family of cops like that.” Mickey had to agree with Tony. His father wasn’t always all there but going after a family of coppers…,
“That why you become a cop? Because it’s what the family does? Raise assholes in training?” They must fuck like bunnies to make all the assholes he has to deal with and avoid everyday.
“We’re not all assholes. We have some, sure, but most of us just want to do the right thing and help people.” And fuck if Tony didn’t look like he meant it. Damn how had someone not just taken him and slapped a collar around his neck?
Damn, that was the other thing. “Yeah if you say so… Now how can you be okay with being a man and a sub? And a fucking cop to boot. How the hell does that work?” Because Mickey really couldn’t understand how it could. The only men he’d seen be subs were the fucking queens, weird ass pussies or damn hippy yuppies and all those kinds of fuckers. And he wasn’t one of those, fuck that. “Are you like the station bitch, do the other coppers…you know?”
“No. I don’t. There isn’t a station bitch. And I’m not the only sub.” Mickey had to chuckle as Tony rolled his eyes. “And being a man and being a sub are two different things. I’m both but I’m also a cop, a cook, your cousin. Just like you’re more than a thug and Ian’s boy.”
Great, just what he needed, someone else telling him he could be more than he was. Perfect. “And what’s wrong with that? I got a dom who owns me, which is more than a lot of subs around here. And I am a thug, it’s why I can do whatever the hell I want and people fucking let me,” Mickey said as he dropped his fork and stood up, moving toward Tony in a single step.
Tony’s neck felt warm under his hand as he grabbed it, and Mickey almost wanted to laugh at just how weak his cousin’s attempt to push his arm away was. “Do you have any idea just how much sub ass I’ve had? Had because I said I wanted it and the pussies couldn’t say no.” And fuck the way Tony fell to his knees the moment Mickey pulled him from the chair. Fuck he was rock hard.
Mickey pulled Tony closer, until he could feel the press of warm skin against his jeans, he could almost feel the heat on his cock. Fuck he wanted to make a point but…fuck. Ian hadn’t said he couldn’t. “Fuck?” Why the fuck were Tony’s hands stopping him from dropping trou. He could see the look in the subs eyes, he fucking wanted it. “What the fuck?”
“No, Just…no.” And fuck Tony did had a backbone and wasn’t just some pussy because the cop sounded like he meant it too. And fuck didn’t that just turn him on. Damn the man for standing up.
“I’m fucking hard and you can’t take your eyes off my junk so why fucking not?” Mickey forced himself not to just grab the cop and stick the guy onto his dick. He knew Ian wouldn’t like that.
“You’re-You. Ian? You’d do this to Ian? And I don’t do hook ups.” Watching Tony stand up, and get farther from his cock was hard, almost as hard as following the cop’s comments.
“Ian said he wanted you. He would be thrilled I got you to jump my bones. And what do you mean you don’t do hook ups? Sub or not you did say you were still a guy right?” Mickey looked south on the guy just to make sure. “Because I’m pretty sure that bulge in your pants ain’t socks,” he added, pointing. “Or do you mean you don’t go down? Weird for a sub but I’ll do you first. I’m cool with that,” he said as he dropped to his knees while pulling down Tony’s zipper.
Leaning forward Mickey sucked the older man’s boxer clad cock into his mouth, letting out puffs of hot air when he exhaled.
“Mick-fuck-”
Tony’s groans went right to Mickey’s own groin. He could feel the blood rushing into his cock, he knew it was every bit as hard as Tony’s. Fuck he wanted that cock. Mickey pulled the cop’s dick free, engulfing it. The feeling of Tony’s fingers in his hair.
And fuck they felt so different from Ian’s. Tony’s hands were larger, maybe even stronger but they weren’t grabbing his hair the way his dom did. Tony was barely touching his hair and nowhere near grabbing his head and skull fucking him like Ian. Damn if Mickey had any doubts about the guy being a sub before-fuck they weren’t going to have any real fun if he didn’t shake this up.
Dropping Tony’s cock from his mouth, Mickey stood, smirking at how flushed the other man looked, damn he was good. “Just when was the last time you got sucked off, blue boy? Or should I call you blue ball boy?” Mickey grinned, letting out a chuckle, at the joke.
“I…I meant it when I said I don’t have one night stands or one off blow jobs.” Well fuck, even breathless and half panting Mickey thought Tony really did sound like he meant it. For being an out and open sub, his cousin was hard up. But how hard up?
“I asked a question, when blue boy,” Mickey repeated with his best dom voice. Smiling when Tony dropped his head and blurted out ‘year and a half, sir’ before turning even redder. It might not work on Ian, or fool his sister, but he still had it. Fuck yeah.
“It’s been too fucking long since your ass got used then. After I suck you dry we’re going to call Ian over here and he’ll fill your ass, and this time you’re not saying no,” Mickey ordered, grinning as he pushed Tony to the floor, straddling the older man while pulling out his phone, hitting speed dial.
“Fuck, Mickey don’t,” Mickey grinned at the pathetic attempt at keep away, holding the phone just out of reach. The guy clearly didn’t have any brothers, or a sister.
“Really, that’s all you got? And you know you want Ian here. I can feel it, hell I can see it,” Mickey said as he grinded his cock into Tony’s hard dick, watching it jump each time he said Ian’s name. “So you want him to fuck you,” he laughed, waving the phone around, clicking send.
“No, Mickey. Damn. I don’t want that…I don’t get fucked Mickey. That’s why I always turn Ian down. He’d want to and I haven’t bottomed since college. I really don’t like it.”
Mickey looked at Tony. The guy had to be lying. A sub that didn’t want to get fucked…that was just….really? “So you don’t, what do you do? You blow guys off right? Because even Ian, hell everyone does that,” and if this guy didn’t…what the fuck.
“Yeah I’m cool with blowjobs but most doms want more, especially the second or third time. I mean they’re cool with me cooking and cleaning for them and sucking them off but they always want to do more, even the women, they always want to pull out the toys. But it’s my limit. So…” watching Tony shrug, Mickey narrowed his eyes as he watched the man under him turn red again. But for a very different reason this time.
“Fuck them, limits are limits. If you don’t want to get fucked you don’t get fucked. I got my own hang ups, Ian comes near me with a gun I’ll clean his clock. In fact I did when he tried using that gun dildo. Fuck. Those I don’t play with.” Mickey dropped to the carpet next to Tony as he ranted, resting on the larger guy. “You good with fucking someone else? Because Ian’s talked about watching another guy fucking me but he always gets jealous before he’s even done talking about it. But if it’s you. He might go for it…if you’re his too.” And fuck the guy had a nice chest, firm in all the right places but not so hard it hurt his head. He could lay like this all day.
“Damn that would be hot. He could sit in that chair, I’d give him a drink and cigar and then he’d tell us how he wanted us to do it…damn,” Mickey smirked at how breathless his fellow sub sounded, and how hard he felt but damn that sounded like a good fantasy Mickey decided as he leaned in closer.
It felt weird holding a guy, not bad but not…not right either, or not right in the way that being held by Ian felt right. He watched as Tony slowly unclenched his fist and started to breath easier, deeper. Mickey even felt himself smirk as he felt Tony wrap his arms around him, completing the hug. His cousin was totally a dom trapped in a sub’s body, and not even in the switch way. Ian was going to have fun with him.
“Thanks, Mickey. Thanks but I’m sure Ian wouldn’t want to share you. And who would want a sub that…” The first words were soft. Mickey almost wasn’t sure if he’d really heard them but, his mind wouldn’t make up something so fucking sentimental. And cuddling, because fuck that’s what they were doing, two guys in two days. What the fuck had happened with his life.
“Ya, don’t mention it. It’s what family does. Ian would be pissed if I didn’t…” and damn that’s why Ian was so mad at him that afternoon. He was going to have to make up for earlier with Mandy and his kid. He’d really messed that up.
“Ian won’t care. You’re his but I’m not-”
“You really don’t listen well do you Tony. I told you that you were mine five years ago and I damn well meant it. I just didn’t realize that Mickey would be the best way to make you realize that.”
Mickey saw Tony’s head snapping toward the door out of the corner of his eye as he’s own eyes locked on the door way and his redhead dom close the door behind him. Fuck yeah, he didn’t know how long Ian had been watching and it only made it hotter.
“Now what was that about a drink while my boy’s fuck?”
The night just got better Mickey decided as he watched Tony scramble toward the min-bar.
***Epilog: A Few Nights Later***
Mickey smiled at Tony as he walked into Dreamland and saw Ian dancing center stage, or center bar anyways. Fuck, his Ian looked hot, dressed in a pair of camo shorts and boots, nothing else, Mickey wanted nothing more than to curl around those legs….
Fucking damn he really had turned into a damn dick bitch hadn’t he? Fuck, who gave a damn, Ian didn’t, Tony didn’t, hell Tony was turning into every bit Ian’s bitch too. Mickey reminded himself as he grabbed Tony by the arm and marched over, claiming two seat in front of Ian, forcibly removing the suit wearing pansy who had been getting a bit too grabby with Ian’s shorts.
And the cop part of their trio had let him…Mickey glanced over at Tony, expecting a glare or something like he had done every time he, or Ian, had broken some bullshit law or another. Only blue boy wasn’t looking at him.
Tony’s eyes were glued to Ian. His fellow sub knew that Ian did…Mickey hadn’t even thought to ask if the other man had ever been to a strip joint before…he was a grown man but.
Fuck, the guy was so fucking innocent sometimes. He was going to have so much fun helping change that.
Hell, by the smirk on Ian’s face, they all were.
Part II
***The Late Morning After***
Forever didn’t last fucking long enough Mickey thought as he sat next to Ian on the El.
He already felt weird about Ian running one of his hands through his dark locks. It made his skin feel too tight and he almost wanted to ask the red head to stop….but it had felt so fucking great last night and that morning.
Less than a fucking hour ago he’d been begging for it and now… “Fuck-” he shouted, lashing out with his fist, punching the conveniently placed hard plastic seat divider. Too fucking convenient. “Fucking bitch.” He shook his hand, trying not to wince at the pain shooting through his wrist each time he flexed it.
“Mickey, now why did you go and do that?” Ian’s voice cut right through Mickey’s train of thought, and the pain, when his Dom grabbed his hand. Slowly massaging the reddening skin.
“It’s just--hell, this is just fucking weird, that’s what,” Mickey swore, pulling his arm from Ian’s grasp, trying to figure out what the fuck had changed.
Something that got a lot harder-but somehow easier-when he suddenly felt a hand around his neck, the fingers digging in the back of his neck and thumb pushing into the tender spots under his chin, pulling his head to the side mading sure he was focused only on what was now in front of him, Ian, his Dom. And fuck, Ian clearly wasn’t feeling any less his Dom just because they weren’t in the rope guy’s loft.
Looking into Ian’s eye’s Mickey was glad of that; at least one of them knew what the fuck was going on. Mickey could tell that before Ian started talking.
“You’re mine, I thought we made that clear last night and again this morning. So stop trying to hurt yourself-that’s my job.” And God Mickey loved that smirk even if that line was just so damn overused. “And tell me what the fuck is going through your head.”
An order, Mickey could deal with an order. Not that he had much choice, Ian’s grip was so damn strong. The fucker was packing some meat on that scrawny frame. “Last night, fuck-an hour ago this was fucking fine. Hell it was more than fine but now it’s freaking me out. I’m fucking panicking!” And fuck he was, why did he tell the redhead that. Fuck.
“Mine.” Goddamn that word from Ian’s lips did things to him and when Ian repeated it, even closer to Mickey’s ear he did the only thing his mind would let him, he answered.
“Yours. So fucking yours.” He might be freaking out but fuck he belonged to Ian. Even his freak-out wasn’t stopping that apparently Mickey realized happily as he leaned toward his Dom. “Why is this so fucking hard?” Really he wanted-needed-to know why this couldn’t be easier.
“I don’t know. But you’re mine. That part is easy.”
The blunt statement sounded so good to him. His Dom wanted him, fuck ups, freak outs and all. “Yeah”
“When we get to the house-” Ian kept talking, he heard his voice but that word…fuck.
House! As in the fucking Gallagher place. The one where everyone already thought he was fucking Ian but fuck that keeping up after last night. One look at him and they’re goin fucking know who was really taking it up the ass and it wasn’t their brother. Fuck.
And fuck--getting hit on the back of the head hurt when he wasn’t flying high. “The fuck was that for?” Mickey demanded, rubbing his scalp.
“I need a reason?”
Fuck. Didn’t that tone make his cock hard?
“But next time don’t zone off on me.” Fuck Mickey loved Ian’s smirk, “Someone slip you a joint or shrooms and why didn’t you share?”
“Nah, nothing…it’s just,” Ian’s shirt was wrinkled and way too loose. It needed to get washed, make it tight again--
“Mickey,”
“They’re gonna know I’m a fucking sub,” Mickey snapped seconds after Ian’s words, and their steel-like tone hit his ears. Fuck he was a whipped sub, in more ways then one. “I just don’t know if I can…fuck.”
“Okay, it’s okay. You should head to your place first, check and see if your baby has popped yet.”
Hell. Yeah, his wife probably had the kid by now. “I’m not-like that’s any better, fuck, I might be a father. Assuming the kid’s even mine.” Fuck, what was he going to do if it was?
***That Night***
“We need to talk, Blondie,” Mickey didn’t wait for an answer as he shoved past the subby cop the moment the door was open wide enough. Making sure to shoulder check Tony.
He was in charge of what was about to happen and he didn’t give a fuck if they were both subs.
“Well hello, Mickey, twice in one day? Uncle Terry must be rolling in his prison cell.” At least the copper had a good sense of humor, Mickey thought as he turned back toward him once he was in the middle of the nice sized, and really fucking empty, living room-didn’t the guy own any stuff?
But yeah if his father knew he was here, just rolling would be the least of the things his pops would do to the two of them. “Well he doesn’t know, what he doesn’t know can’t get us popped….you’re in fucking normal clothes, don’t you people like…live in your uniforms or some shit?” Because out of his uniform the guy wasn’t bad looking. He had that whole tall, blond hair and blue eyes thing going for him. Fuck that’s not the head he needed to be thinking with right now.
“Cops aren’t robot clones, Mickey. We get to go home and be regular people some of the time. I got off work an hour ago, just having dinner. You want some?” Fuck that smile. How can anyone from the neighborhood look that open and honest, pig or not? But something did smell good.
Looking across the room toward the large dinning room table, one of the few pieces of furniture in the otherwise largely open space, covered with a couple-three dishes of food and a lone plate and glass…”fuck man, you do all this for yourself? I don’t even do this much for Mandy and me.” But it did smell like it was really good he thought, walking toward the table to see what was in the bowls.
Mickey watched the cop sit down, shrugged and joined him next to the table-peas and…mac and cheese? “What the fuck did you do to the mac-n-cheese, and why is it in that…whatever it is?” Mickey questioned, pointing toward a white dish holding a golden brown cheesy mess.
“The casserole dish? You’ve never had baked macaroni and cheese?” Tony asked.
Mickey glared at the guy, so he’d never had it baked; they always had better uses for the oven, like hiding the guns.
“Then you have to try it, I’ll get you a plate. We can talk about whatever you wanted to talk about.” Tony went on, not noticing Mickey’s annoyed expression.
What the fuck was with the guy? They barely knew each other. Even if the cop did think they were cousins-which they just might be-but just serving dinner to some guy? Was he asking to be kidnapped and made someone’s bitch? He’d make a better fucking one than Mandy that’s for damn sure
***The Afternoon***
It was quiet.
He hadn’t expected that, he’d expected to hear either his ‘wife’ yelling her head off or the baby bawling its head off the moment he got off the El, or at least once he hit his block but it didn’t sound any different. Maybe living with a baby wouldn’t be so bad after all, Mickey thought with a smile. Hell, Ian had to share a room with one, he could share a house with one, if it was his anyways. He could deal.
With that thought, Mickey flipped open the gate and headed toward the door, kicking at the busted metal remains of…something, to get it back out of the narrow walkway and into the lawn with the rest of the crap where it belonged.
Jumping up the steps then slipping through the door he glanced around. He still couldn’t hear anything. Hell he didn’t even see anyone. Maybe he could get a couple hours more of sleep before--
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“Christ fuck, I’m barely through the door. And I’m a grown ass dom. I don’t report to you,” Mickey shouted back at his sister. Not even two steps into his house and already the peace and calm of the morning was gone. He wanted to do nothing more than turn right around and get back to Ian’s side where he belonged. Some dom he’d make, how the fuck had he even passed for so long. Were they all fucking morons?
“Then grow a pair and fucking be one. Your wife and sub just gave birth to your son but I had to be the one taking care of the paperwork. I had to fucking drive them home. They’re sleeping upstairs, by the way,” Mickey rolled his eyes at Mandy’s yells and shouts, shoving back when she shoved into him.
“Back off, you’re the woman, you’re the sub, you’re supposed to take care of that shit,” he added, parroting the family-- their father’s-- rule that men were doms and women were subs, ignoring how much more hollow those words felt after the last twelve hours. “Fucking deal with it,” he added in frustration.
“Oh, fuck you, Mickey. That line is a load of shit and we both know it. I’m not the fucking-”
“Shut your mouth!” Mickey screamed. He couldn’t hear it, not out loud, not from her. He just, “Fuck,” pushing her back-hard--his forearm finding her throat even as her fist found the side of his face.
He let out a growl and shoved harder at the shock of the hit, throwing her into the door jam and away from him. “Don’t say it, don’t you fucking say it, just don’t say it,” he repeated, his entire body shaking as he fell into the couch, jumping off it seconds later when he felt a spring poke him through the torn fabric, hitting him right in the spot where Ian had smacked him. “Jesus fuck I can’t even sit down?” he yelled.
“Mickey, we are what we are, our father-”
He didn’t hear anything further his sister may have said because suddenly all he could hear was a screeching cry echoing from upstairs followed almost immediately by a string of Russian curses cutting off everything else. “Fuck it all, now…I’m out of here,” Mickey told his sister, heading right for the door as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, hoping it would help him calm back down, but he knew it wouldn’t, what he knew he needed to calm down didn’t come in some cheap-ass paper box.
“Mickey wait, your kid-”
“Fuck him. He’s better off without me,” Mickey shouted over his shoulder. Stopping at the gate to light his smoke, Mickey let it calm him as much as it could before he started walking again. His feet taking him right toward the Gallagher’s, ignoring Mandy’s shouts behind him.
Down two blocks, over one and down another couple and he was on the back alley heading to the Gallagher place. With its newish looking paint job, empty lawn save for snow, even the pool had been cleaned up, it didn’t look a mess, unlike the Milkovich place but whatever, Mickey didn’t care, he wasn’t here for the scenery, not the outside kind anyways.
Mickey chuckled at his own joke, flicking the butt of his cigarette into the yard, letting out the last cloud of smoke as he turned the knob to head inside.
Only it didn’t open. “What the fuck?” he complained, pushing at the door again, rattling the handle. Since when did the Gallaghers lock their door? He kicked at it in frustration. Damn he really fucking needed…fuck he didn’t know what he needed…
***That Night***
“You really cook this much shit just for yourself?” How the fuck does the cop eat it all? Mickey thought as he dug out another large scoop of the mac-n-cheese on the plate Tony had gotten for him. The casserole barely looked touched, fuck the one dish probably would feed Mandy and him for a week.
And did the copper ever stop smiling, come on man, “I like cooking for others so most of it ends up in the station break room. I think I feed some of the guys more than their subs or doms at home do. Don’t forget the peas.”
Mickey frowned at the bowl of green vegetables Tony passed to him. He almost wanted to flip in back into the cop’s face. He fucking hated vegetables but…he was eating the man’s grub and he did want his questions answered…fuck it. A few peas wouldn’t kill him, “Fine. I’ll eat my veggies Mom.” he snapped. And fuck, was the guy really smirking at that. The cop was so fucked in the head.
“That’s a good sub. Now, what is it you wanted to talk about? Because if it’s Ian, we’ve never really done anything. He’s too young-- as much as he doesn’t act it-and, well, I was mostly trying to get Fiona to notice me and while that would have done it, it wouldn’t have been quite the outcome I was after at the time.”
The first words made Mickey freeze, stop himself from reacting. He didn’t want to blow up at the cop like he had Mandy, because friend of Ian and the Gallagher’s or not, no cop was going to let a punk like him go at him and not drag him in…but he didn’t want to come out swinging at the pig…why the fuck didn’t he? He could hear this copper call him a sub but he couldn’t hear it from Mandy…and what the fuck has been between him and his Dom “You fucking did something with Ian? Because your fucking badge won’t stop me from beating the shit out of you,” he spat out, letting the spoon drop back into the vegetable bowl with a clatter as he glared at Tony, okay so he didn’t want to swing but-.
Fuck he just swore he wasn’t going to do that. And what the fuck, since when does someone just smile and shake their head at his threat…what the fuck had happened to his world.
“You really think I’d go after the 15-16 year old kid brother of the woman I was offering myself to? Really? It was the other way around.” The cop’s voice was confident, strong. Great delivery for a lie, the perfect bluff, playing cards with him might be fun…unless Tony wasn’t trying to pull one over on him…
Mickey took another good long look at the cop-no, the man-because Ian and the Gallaghers never really hated cops the way Milkoviches did. He’d already decided Tony was good looking. And, living so close, Ian would see him often, and his Gallagher did have a thing for uniforms. Maybe he liked seeing Tony heading to work or coming home. And what Ian liked, he went after. But would he have the balls to try and dom a cop almost ten years older than him? “Fuck or course the fire crotch would try doming you.”
Tony chuckled a bit but it didn’t really bother him. Mickey had a feeling he wasn’t the one the cop was laughing at. “You ever think about letting him? Now that he’s legal? Or are you still hung up on his psycho bitch of a sister?” Mickey asked before he started shoveling the food into his mouth. He wanted to eat as much as he could before Tony said the wrong thing and he ended up wanted for assault.
“That’s your dom’s sister you’re taking about.” Tony said, his voice firm.
Mickey just rolled his eyes. Tony really was too nice to be from the southside.
“And,” Tony’s voice was low and gruff, “it’s getting harder to say no, especially when Ian acts like he did earlier…fuck that was…fuck you have a hot dom.”
“Fuck, yeah I do,” Mickey echoed.
***The Afternoon***
The back door remained stubbornly locked even as Mickey kicked it again. “Fuckin’ Gallagher,” he yelled, stomping his way through the yard around to the front, kicking and flinging the snow everywhere.
Muttering and cursing, he made his way up the front steps, thumping hard on each one. Whatever semblance of peace he had found that morning long gone, and getting farther away as he jerked and pulled at the front door only to find it locked and unwilling to budge either. “What the fuck, they never fucking lock the fucking doors, where the fuck is everyone,” Mickey ranted, shoving himself over the railing to look in the window, only to find an empty living room. “What the fuck? Frank not’s even here, fuck!”
“It’s been different lately. Taking some getting used to. Used to be a dozen people in and out at all hours but the last couple of months I can actually sleep through the day sometimes, and most nights even.”
“Fuck?” Mickey questioned, turning to see a cop standing on the other side of the fence between the Gallagher’s place and their neighbor. He was leaning over like he had the right to pry into Mickey’s business just because he had a badge and a gun. Fuck that, Mickey had all the guns he wanted and he didn’t need a fucking badge. “Fuck off, pig, I’m not doin’ nothin’, they know me,” Mickey made clear, jerking his thumb at the house.
“I know, Mickey, I’ve seen you and your sister over here. Your sister seemed to live here since before spring and all summer. Until Lip headed off for college anyways,” the officer explained. “But right now none of them are around, Fiona’s job hunting and the kids are at school.”
“You fucking pigs spying on me and mine?” Mickey yelled back, fist balling; how dare the asshole pigs think they can just watch them. Watch his dom and his family. He didn’t think so. “You’d better watch yourself or you’ll find yourself-“
“Whoa, cool it tough guy, man Uncle Mick was right, the Milkovich side of the family are just a bunch of hot heads.”
Uncle Mick? This pig knows Mick? “You know Uncle Mick? How the fuck does a pig know Uncle Mick, you know what never mind. Just tell me what the fuck you’re doing watching the Gallagher’s before I stop giving a fuck about that badge,” because no one fucks with what’s his, and that includes his dom’s family.
The cop might have some bite in him, Mickey thought as he watched Tony’s face go carefully blank, just like he’d seen other cops do a million times, right before they drew their guns or fucking went and tried arresting his brother or pop. Fuck that, he wasn’t getting busted for protecting Ian’s home from some nosey pig.
“Damn, you know, you say that to the wrong guy you’ll get dragged in for threatening an officer, which is what you just did, Mickey. But I’m not going to so calm down. Now.”
Mickey frowned as he looked at the now relaxed looking cop. The man wasn’t even resting his hand on his gun. Cops always did that around him. What the fuck was up. “You still haven’t answer my question. Why the fuck you watching them?”
“I’m not. I live here too. I’m their neighbor. I’ve know Fiona since before high school. But you have no idea who I am do you?” Why was the cop looking at him weird? That wasn’t how cops were suppose to look at him, they should look like they want to beat his head in, not…Mickey wasn’t even sure what that look meant, but it wasn’t fucking right. He knew that much.
“Who gives a fuck if I don’t, why should I fucking care about you? You’re a shit pig who’s name I don’t even know,” Mickey spat, but his heart wasn’t in it, and from the look on the cop’s face he knew it, but fuck all, he just didn’t care right now.
The cop nodded and held out his hand, “The name’s-”
“Tony,” Mickey turned at the sound of Ian’s voice behind “I see you’ve finally met Mickey and you don’t even have cuffs out. This is so cool seeing you both here” Ian dropped a grocery bag into the snow before coming up to join the two men at the fence line. “I was just thinking about all the guys in my life. What’re you two up to?”
“You know this-”
“Just introducing myself to my cousin.”
What the fuck had the copper said? ‘What sick joke was he up to’ Mickey questioned, his mind locking up as he glared at the boy in blue before looking back toward Ian. “You know this fucking joker?” Mickey asked Ian, jerking his thumb at the cop, feeling Ian drape an arm over his shoulders, leaning in close.
For a moment Mickey wanted nothing more than to lean into it. Let his dom hold him. But then his eye caught the cop watching them and he felt a chill. Fuck if he’d give the cop a show. Fuck that Mickey decided as he slid to the side making Ian lean more into the metal fence post instead of on him.
“What? Tony? Yeah he’s been bringing Frank home for years, fell for Fiona, even bought the house next door to try and get her. But she’s not the dom he needs, or you know a dom at all, and we all know it.” He watched as Ian leaned over the fence while he answered until Ian was as close to the cop as most of the men got to him at the club, which was way too close for Mickey. His dom was his and needed to stay clear of the cop.
“Everyone hold their fucking horses,” Mickey shouted, his body heating up in all the wrong ways at the sight of Ian so close to Tony, and from the way the guy was swallowing hard, there was some kind of story there but that wasn’t his priority.
Holding out one hand toward Tony, not touching him but making sure he couldn’t move forward, Mickey used the other to pull Ian back to him. “Gallagher get away from the cop,” Mickey ordered. He pulled him back to see that smug smirk on the teen’s face which meant he knew he’d just made Mickey jealous and had done it on purpose. Fuck, Mickey was starting to fucking hate-and love-that smirk.
“Fuck you,” he told Ian before looking back at Tony. “You’re a fucking sub and a cop? How does that even work? You just pretending to be a man? And what the fuck’s this about us being something?” Mickey questioned, feeling better now that Ian was standing with him, and for the moment he wasn’t even going to care that Ian was holding the back of his neck in the middle of the front lawn. He wasn’t about to let the fucking sub cop get any ideas about Ian.
“Yeah, I’m a man. The name’s Tony Markovich, your kind of cousin. Uncle Terry and his views on dynamics aren’t just outdated, they’re relics from over two centuries ago. You have more family than you know, Mickey. If you ever want to meet them you know where I am.” The whole time Tony spoke, Mickey could feel the guy’s eyes focused on him. It wasn’t a glare, it wasn’t a leer. Fuck he didn’t know what it was but the cop wouldn’t stop giving it to him right until Ian spoke and then blue boy was looking at his dom, in all the wrong ways.
“That offer for both of us?”
Mickey’s dick got rock hard at the sound of his dom’s voice and it wasn’t even directed at him. But fuck that hand gripping his cock. Was his dom trying to kill him?
Fuck the guy looks more red than blue and unless the uniform was adding a few inches…and the look he was giving Ian. “I need to get back at work.” Mickey let out a breath, grateful as Tony turned away, heading back toward the cruiser parked on the street. Mickey wasn’t sure if he was going to slug him or push Tony to his knees but neither would have ended well…“Fucking cop,” Mickey whispered under his breath.
“That would be fun…Anyways. Mickey, why are you here? I thought you wanted to get home, sleep in your bed for a few hours?”
Mickey wanted to glare at Ian for throwing his own words back at him but instead he settled for picking up the bag from the snow. “The baby started crying, Mandy was being a bitch, I thought see what you were up to then the fucking boy in blue showed up,” he told Ian, following him inside.
“You’re a dad, congratulations. Today is just a big family day for you. Your kid, your cousin Tony, who’s a cop, who’s your cousin,” Ian’s smile was going to get old, and fast. “I clearly have a thing for your family. Best friend is your sister, you’re my sub, cousin is my old crush who will also be my sub. You have any other family members I need to look up?”
“How the fuck should I know, I didn’t even know about him,” Mickey answered back, the same question racking his own brain. Trying to remember anything he’d ever heard about family from his pop, mother--anyone--but coming up mostly dry. His father talked about family a lot but he rarely meant anyone other than his kids and himself.
“Well Tony’s not a bad guy. He’s even helped out the family a few times. And subs in uniform. He blushes real red too. He was the source of more then a few fantasies…just like you, Mickey.”
Mickey really didn’t know if he loved or hated that smirk…no fuck that.
He knew he loved it.
***That Night***
“When Ian really wants something…it’s not easy to say no…especially when he makes you want it too,” And damn his dom was right, Tony did look hot when he blushed.
“Yeah, he knows how to get what he wants, whatever, or whoever, that fucking happens to be,” Mickey agreed, scarfing down the mac-n-cheese. “And this is fucking good. How the fuck aren’t you chained up in someone’s kitchen? Because if I wasn’t worried about Mandy or my father cutting my ball’s off I’d do it right now.” Fuck, he might just risk it. This was good shit.
And damn, the cop look hot when he was turning red and trying to hide his face. Fuck that smile. He could see what his dom liked about the guy.
“Thanks, Mickey.” Mickey laughed at the cough.” Now about why you’re here…”
Why he was here? Damn right he’d come for a reason. What was it? Fuck, Mandy was right, get food in front of him and he fucking forgets about everything…Mandy, damn, family. “You said we were cousins. And you said something about Uncle Mick? Because I gotta say the idea of being related to one of you blue boys-” he just shook his head. He had no idea how to explain how that made him feel, other than creeped the hell out.
“You remember anything about your Uncle Mick?”
“Uncle Mick…what’s to remember, he bit it when I was like nine or something. But I was named after him or some shit. What about Uncle Mick?” How did the cop know Uncle Mick, he wasn’t that old. Not if he was chasing around Ian’s sister? Hell he barely remembered Uncle Mick, not after the falling out between he and Pop over something and then him dying or whatever. “How the fuck you even know my uncle Mick?” Mickey demanded to know.
“He’s my Uncle Mick too, Mickey. And he’s alive. Mom had him over for Thanksgiving along with his kid, and their kids.”
Mickey just looked at the cop, trying to make sense of what the fuck he was saying. He wasn’t related to any cop, his father wouldn’t stand for it. He’d get out his guns if someone even talked about it, he’d flat out disown any Milkovich that tried to become a cop, and that was only if he couldn’t kill the unlucky bastard first… wait, is that- “Uncle Mick’s a fucking alive and a cop?” What the fuck? How did he not know either, what the fuck?
“What? No. Uncle Mick does construction. It’s his sister-in law, my mother, who was the cop, along with my dad. Your Aunt Hanna, Hanna Markovich? And you have no idea what or who I’m talking about, do you?”
He looked at Tony for a long minute after he had stopped talking, trying to remember what he could about his extended family. He knew his father had siblings, he even remembered Uncle Mick until he was about seven or eight, but a wife? An Aunt? That shit he didn’t remember but if he married into a cop family…fuck this shit. His head hurt and he just wanted Ian.
“My Uncle married a cop’s sister? And my pop didn’t kill them both?” Because that was some messed up shit. Like really.
“Well it didn’t go over well from what I remember and I’m guessing that’s why you were told he died but even Uncle Terry isn’t stupid enough to try and go after a family of cops like that.” Mickey had to agree with Tony. His father wasn’t always all there but going after a family of coppers…,
“That why you become a cop? Because it’s what the family does? Raise assholes in training?” They must fuck like bunnies to make all the assholes he has to deal with and avoid everyday.
“We’re not all assholes. We have some, sure, but most of us just want to do the right thing and help people.” And fuck if Tony didn’t look like he meant it. Damn how had someone not just taken him and slapped a collar around his neck?
Damn, that was the other thing. “Yeah if you say so… Now how can you be okay with being a man and a sub? And a fucking cop to boot. How the hell does that work?” Because Mickey really couldn’t understand how it could. The only men he’d seen be subs were the fucking queens, weird ass pussies or damn hippy yuppies and all those kinds of fuckers. And he wasn’t one of those, fuck that. “Are you like the station bitch, do the other coppers…you know?”
“No. I don’t. There isn’t a station bitch. And I’m not the only sub.” Mickey had to chuckle as Tony rolled his eyes. “And being a man and being a sub are two different things. I’m both but I’m also a cop, a cook, your cousin. Just like you’re more than a thug and Ian’s boy.”
Great, just what he needed, someone else telling him he could be more than he was. Perfect. “And what’s wrong with that? I got a dom who owns me, which is more than a lot of subs around here. And I am a thug, it’s why I can do whatever the hell I want and people fucking let me,” Mickey said as he dropped his fork and stood up, moving toward Tony in a single step.
Tony’s neck felt warm under his hand as he grabbed it, and Mickey almost wanted to laugh at just how weak his cousin’s attempt to push his arm away was. “Do you have any idea just how much sub ass I’ve had? Had because I said I wanted it and the pussies couldn’t say no.” And fuck the way Tony fell to his knees the moment Mickey pulled him from the chair. Fuck he was rock hard.
Mickey pulled Tony closer, until he could feel the press of warm skin against his jeans, he could almost feel the heat on his cock. Fuck he wanted to make a point but…fuck. Ian hadn’t said he couldn’t. “Fuck?” Why the fuck were Tony’s hands stopping him from dropping trou. He could see the look in the subs eyes, he fucking wanted it. “What the fuck?”
“No, Just…no.” And fuck Tony did had a backbone and wasn’t just some pussy because the cop sounded like he meant it too. And fuck didn’t that just turn him on. Damn the man for standing up.
“I’m fucking hard and you can’t take your eyes off my junk so why fucking not?” Mickey forced himself not to just grab the cop and stick the guy onto his dick. He knew Ian wouldn’t like that.
“You’re-You. Ian? You’d do this to Ian? And I don’t do hook ups.” Watching Tony stand up, and get farther from his cock was hard, almost as hard as following the cop’s comments.
“Ian said he wanted you. He would be thrilled I got you to jump my bones. And what do you mean you don’t do hook ups? Sub or not you did say you were still a guy right?” Mickey looked south on the guy just to make sure. “Because I’m pretty sure that bulge in your pants ain’t socks,” he added, pointing. “Or do you mean you don’t go down? Weird for a sub but I’ll do you first. I’m cool with that,” he said as he dropped to his knees while pulling down Tony’s zipper.
Leaning forward Mickey sucked the older man’s boxer clad cock into his mouth, letting out puffs of hot air when he exhaled.
“Mick-fuck-”
Tony’s groans went right to Mickey’s own groin. He could feel the blood rushing into his cock, he knew it was every bit as hard as Tony’s. Fuck he wanted that cock. Mickey pulled the cop’s dick free, engulfing it. The feeling of Tony’s fingers in his hair.
And fuck they felt so different from Ian’s. Tony’s hands were larger, maybe even stronger but they weren’t grabbing his hair the way his dom did. Tony was barely touching his hair and nowhere near grabbing his head and skull fucking him like Ian. Damn if Mickey had any doubts about the guy being a sub before-fuck they weren’t going to have any real fun if he didn’t shake this up.
Dropping Tony’s cock from his mouth, Mickey stood, smirking at how flushed the other man looked, damn he was good. “Just when was the last time you got sucked off, blue boy? Or should I call you blue ball boy?” Mickey grinned, letting out a chuckle, at the joke.
“I…I meant it when I said I don’t have one night stands or one off blow jobs.” Well fuck, even breathless and half panting Mickey thought Tony really did sound like he meant it. For being an out and open sub, his cousin was hard up. But how hard up?
“I asked a question, when blue boy,” Mickey repeated with his best dom voice. Smiling when Tony dropped his head and blurted out ‘year and a half, sir’ before turning even redder. It might not work on Ian, or fool his sister, but he still had it. Fuck yeah.
“It’s been too fucking long since your ass got used then. After I suck you dry we’re going to call Ian over here and he’ll fill your ass, and this time you’re not saying no,” Mickey ordered, grinning as he pushed Tony to the floor, straddling the older man while pulling out his phone, hitting speed dial.
“Fuck, Mickey don’t,” Mickey grinned at the pathetic attempt at keep away, holding the phone just out of reach. The guy clearly didn’t have any brothers, or a sister.
“Really, that’s all you got? And you know you want Ian here. I can feel it, hell I can see it,” Mickey said as he grinded his cock into Tony’s hard dick, watching it jump each time he said Ian’s name. “So you want him to fuck you,” he laughed, waving the phone around, clicking send.
“No, Mickey. Damn. I don’t want that…I don’t get fucked Mickey. That’s why I always turn Ian down. He’d want to and I haven’t bottomed since college. I really don’t like it.”
Mickey looked at Tony. The guy had to be lying. A sub that didn’t want to get fucked…that was just….really? “So you don’t, what do you do? You blow guys off right? Because even Ian, hell everyone does that,” and if this guy didn’t…what the fuck.
“Yeah I’m cool with blowjobs but most doms want more, especially the second or third time. I mean they’re cool with me cooking and cleaning for them and sucking them off but they always want to do more, even the women, they always want to pull out the toys. But it’s my limit. So…” watching Tony shrug, Mickey narrowed his eyes as he watched the man under him turn red again. But for a very different reason this time.
“Fuck them, limits are limits. If you don’t want to get fucked you don’t get fucked. I got my own hang ups, Ian comes near me with a gun I’ll clean his clock. In fact I did when he tried using that gun dildo. Fuck. Those I don’t play with.” Mickey dropped to the carpet next to Tony as he ranted, resting on the larger guy. “You good with fucking someone else? Because Ian’s talked about watching another guy fucking me but he always gets jealous before he’s even done talking about it. But if it’s you. He might go for it…if you’re his too.” And fuck the guy had a nice chest, firm in all the right places but not so hard it hurt his head. He could lay like this all day.
“Damn that would be hot. He could sit in that chair, I’d give him a drink and cigar and then he’d tell us how he wanted us to do it…damn,” Mickey smirked at how breathless his fellow sub sounded, and how hard he felt but damn that sounded like a good fantasy Mickey decided as he leaned in closer.
It felt weird holding a guy, not bad but not…not right either, or not right in the way that being held by Ian felt right. He watched as Tony slowly unclenched his fist and started to breath easier, deeper. Mickey even felt himself smirk as he felt Tony wrap his arms around him, completing the hug. His cousin was totally a dom trapped in a sub’s body, and not even in the switch way. Ian was going to have fun with him.
“Thanks, Mickey. Thanks but I’m sure Ian wouldn’t want to share you. And who would want a sub that…” The first words were soft. Mickey almost wasn’t sure if he’d really heard them but, his mind wouldn’t make up something so fucking sentimental. And cuddling, because fuck that’s what they were doing, two guys in two days. What the fuck had happened with his life.
“Ya, don’t mention it. It’s what family does. Ian would be pissed if I didn’t…” and damn that’s why Ian was so mad at him that afternoon. He was going to have to make up for earlier with Mandy and his kid. He’d really messed that up.
“Ian won’t care. You’re his but I’m not-”
“You really don’t listen well do you Tony. I told you that you were mine five years ago and I damn well meant it. I just didn’t realize that Mickey would be the best way to make you realize that.”
Mickey saw Tony’s head snapping toward the door out of the corner of his eye as he’s own eyes locked on the door way and his redhead dom close the door behind him. Fuck yeah, he didn’t know how long Ian had been watching and it only made it hotter.
“Now what was that about a drink while my boy’s fuck?”
The night just got better Mickey decided as he watched Tony scramble toward the min-bar.
***Epilog: A Few Nights Later***
Mickey smiled at Tony as he walked into Dreamland and saw Ian dancing center stage, or center bar anyways. Fuck, his Ian looked hot, dressed in a pair of camo shorts and boots, nothing else, Mickey wanted nothing more than to curl around those legs….
Fucking damn he really had turned into a damn dick bitch hadn’t he? Fuck, who gave a damn, Ian didn’t, Tony didn’t, hell Tony was turning into every bit Ian’s bitch too. Mickey reminded himself as he grabbed Tony by the arm and marched over, claiming two seat in front of Ian, forcibly removing the suit wearing pansy who had been getting a bit too grabby with Ian’s shorts.
And the cop part of their trio had let him…Mickey glanced over at Tony, expecting a glare or something like he had done every time he, or Ian, had broken some bullshit law or another. Only blue boy wasn’t looking at him.
Tony’s eyes were glued to Ian. His fellow sub knew that Ian did…Mickey hadn’t even thought to ask if the other man had ever been to a strip joint before…he was a grown man but.
Fuck, the guy was so fucking innocent sometimes. He was going to have so much fun helping change that.
Hell, by the smirk on Ian’s face, they all were.