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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shameless_(US)
  Relationship:
      Ian_Gallagher/Mickey_Milkovich
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, safe_sex, Blow_Jobs, Internalized_Homophobia, (mild), Swearing,
      Top_Ian, Bottom_Mickey
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-04 Words: 1043
****** The One About Closed Mouths and Feeding ******
by ashley_ingenious
Summary
     Mickey Milkovich doesn't make those gay ass love making noises,
     alright? That shit's for pussies.
Notes
     Y'know what? This is Michelle's fault.
See the end of the work for more notes
The first thrust was perfect, as always. It hurt, but just enough that Mickey
knew it was real, that it could last. Gallagher's hand skated up his spine and
gripped his shoulder before he pushed in again. Ian liked to wait for fucking
ever between the first pump and the second, some bullshit about letting Mickey
"adjust."
"Sounds like some gay shit to me," Mickey'd shrugged, and the redhead had
snorted, "'S called being considerate, Mickey. I don't wanna hurt you."
Mickey had snapped his head up and said, seriously, "you can't hurt me."
Gallagher had smiled that little bullshit half smile he did when he knew Mick
was full of it. "Yeah, alright."
So he didn't wait anymore. He just clamped that hand around Mickey's shoulder,
sometimes hard enough to bruise, and slammed into him.
Mick gasped, then bit his lip on it till he tasted blood in his mouth. He had a
love/hate relationship with the way having a cock up his ass (having this cock
up his ass) blanked out his mind. There wasn't anything else when this fucking
kid was inside him. No Terry, no neighborhood bullshit, no juvie record, just
this. Just a thick, curving cock in him, flirting with that spot that made his
bones melt every time.
Mickey let his lip go when the kid hit it the first time. He grit his teeth
together and let out a sharp exhale. Gallagher started chuckling behind him,
and he angled his hips away from it.
"What the fuck is so fucking funny?" Mickey gasped out, and Ian laughed some
more.
"You. Y'talk so much shit out there, Mick. But in here you'll bite your lips
till you bleed, so scared of what you're gonna say. What I'm gonna make you
say." He only sounded slightly out of breath, the bastard. Mickey couldn't deny
it though, Army training had served the kid well.
But, well fuck that. "'M not scared a you. Not scared of anything." He barked
back, panting. Gallagher pulled his hand back from Mickey's shoulder, anchored
it on his hip and thrust back in hard. The older man couldn't help but arch his
back up into it.
"Oh yeah?" Ian spat, breath harsh, "let me hear you then, if you're not
scared."
The fucking ginger kept up a brutal pace, but he was too far away from that
spot and Mickey couldn't come like this. He needed a hand around his dick, and
he could do it himself but he liked Ian's better: the way those long fingers
stroked him up and over the edge made him crazy.
"I don't have shit to say to you," he tried, desperate because he knew he
couldn't hold out.
"Just keep your mouth open, Mick. I dare you."
Mickey Milkovich had never turned down a dare in his life, and Gallagher knew
that, the prick. The older man rolled his eyes, grimaced, and opened his mouth.
And just like that, Ian rolled his hips back up to the spot where Mickey wanted
him, needed him damnit and the sound he made next was a moan at best, a whine
at worst. He froze, pressed his lips together and braced himself against the
laughter he knew was coming.
But the kid just ran his hands up and down Mickey’s sides and shushed him.
“That’s it,” he murmured, sounding tender in a way that made Mickey want to
puke and whimper at the same time. He let his body relax into the movements
again, gasping out, “You fucking cheated.”
Ian’s hand trailed up his back again, gentle even as he fucked Mickey into the
mattress, and he hummed in agreement. “Yeah, I did.”
Mickey could hardly hear him though. He could feel the pleasure building up in
his stomach, the way his ass was clenching around Gallagher’s cock as he got
closer and closer.
“Fuck,” he whimpered out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…come on…”
Ian leaned in, pressed his teeth to the muscle at Mickey’s shoulder and wrapped
his other arm around to grip Mickey’s cock.
“Sounds you make when you’re like this?” He breathed against the older man’s
back, “They’re for me, Mick.” Mickey found himself nodding against his fucking
will. “When you’re like this,” Ian continued, “You’re mine.”
And that was it. That was fucking it. Mickey came like a rocket, lights
flashing behind his eyes, muscles tensing up then going slack. His blood rushed
through his ears so loud that he didn’t even hear the probably mortifying,
pansy ass sound he made.  
Then Gallagher grabbed him up, hauling him up on to his knees. He ripped the
condom off, tossed it on the nightstand and thrust his dick into Mickey’s
mouth. The older man accepted it willingly, sucking and sucking until he got
past the slimy, chemical taste of latex and down to Ian.
The younger man carded his fingers through Mickey’s hair, and he should’ve
cared, should’ve cared that this was maybe the gayest thing they’d ever done,
but he couldn’t. He licked at sucked and worked at Ian’s balls until the
younger man’s back bowed and he shouted, come spilling down Mickey’s throat.
There wasn’t an afterglow. Mickey got rid of the condom and wiped the drying
come of his mouth. He tossed Ian a paper towel, and they both wiped themselves
down. When he was done, Ian sprawled out on the bed, half under Mickey’s red
sheets, looking like sex. The older man leaned against his chest of drawers and
watched him.
“I’ll separate your balls from your body, you ever pull some shit like that
again,” Mickey said, because it was what he was supposed to say. Ian snorted.
“No more dick if you do that, y’know.”  Gallagher’s eyes blinked slow and
heavy.
“You’re not fuckin’ fallin’ asleep here,” Mickey barked, pushing off the
drawers to walk over to the bed, diving into it. “I don’t need this shit. I
don’t need you. I could fuck anybody. Be fucked by anybody I want.” He threw
out.
Ian turned, propping himself up on his elbow so he was looking down at Mickey.
He smiled that little half smile he did when he knew Mickey was full of it.
“Yeah,” he nodded, still smirking, “alright.”
End Notes
     First work for this fandom. I'm actually not even caught up on
     Shameless yet I just...porn is how I express my love for a thing,
     alright? Don't look at me.
     You tumbl? Come bother me here. If you're a Gallavich blog I'll
     probably follow back, I need more of them.
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