What if Mickey and Ian where the ones to hear Molly's call?
————————————
Ian had spent the night. Mandy and Lip fucked off the night before doing god knows what. Terry had gone to do a run and it ended up going south, he was down at the correctional center, waiting to be sentenced. Mickey wanted Ian to spend the night and Ian didn't give up that option. They laughed, watched movies, ate junk food, it was a perfect night. Mickey woke up around seven in the morning, way too early for him. He knew no one would be home yet because none of his siblings don't get up that early. He rolled his body over and his hand connected with another body. His eyes widen as he realized Ian was still there. He smiled at could see Ian opening his eyes.
"Good morning." Ian mumbled as he pulled the pillow closer and closed his eyes.
"Morning sleepy face." Mickey teased and Ian smiled.
Mickey liked watching him sleep, and not in a weird way. Ian cuddled the pillow more and Mickey smiled. After a while he could hear soft snores again.
"Are you seriously going back to sleep?" Mickey asked and Ian just snored even more.
"Hello?" Mickey said and then rolled his eyes when Ian opened one eye.
"What?" Ian asked annoyed and Mickey smirked.
"What do you mean, what?" Mickey asked back and Ian groaned.
He rolled onto his back and stretched. He yawned again and then looked at Mickey.
"I'm too tired." He mumbled with a laugh, Mickey raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Aww, you're too tired." Mickey teased and Ian laughed.
"Well good thing you can just lay there." Mickey continued and Ian groaned.
Ian laughed as Mickey crawled on top of him, him straddling Ian's waist.
"Do you just use me for sex?" Ian teased and Mickey smiled.
"Shut up, man." Mickey responded and Ian smirked.
Ian looked down and could see Mickey moving back and forth on him, Ian moaned at the friction Mickey was creating. They both knew Mickey was still good from last night, so Ian lifted his hips more and Mickey threw his head back. Ian shifted a little bit and then grabbed himself so he could enter Mickey. Mickey lifted himself a bit and gasped as he lowered himself on Ian.
"Fuck." Mickey moaned and bit his lip.
Ian only nodded and moaned as Mickey fully sat down, taking all of Ian. Mickey placed his hands on Ian's chest and began to rock back and forth. Ian moved as well and the bed began to creek.
"So good." Ian moaned and Mickey smiled.
Ian moved his hands so he could touch Mickeys body. He moved them and cupped his ass which Mickey moaned at. Then they began going faster. He moved his hands so they could hold Mickey waist, he helped him move more and kept him steady. Ian could hear a phone ring but was too distracted by Mickey. Ian moved his hips higher and Mickey smiled at the movement, going even more faster. Mickey heard their voice machine go off.
"Milcovich house, speak briefly then shut up." Terry's voice on the machine said and then a click.
"Daddy, it's Molly." The voice said and Mickey turned his head. What the fuck? He hadn't heard from Molly in months.
He looked down at Ian who was still working them up.
"Mommy died." Molly's voice said and Mickey continued listening.
"Aye stop." Mickey said and Ian smiled.
"Don't plan on it until you cum." Ian said and Mickey could feel him still moving them.
