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twenty one

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"fuck, ian, you feel so good," mickey moaned. ian thrusted slightly faster into mickey, moaning also in response. as they were busy in mickey's bedroom, the front door of the milkovich house opened. the two boys didn't hear it.

"what the fuck!"

iggy looked into mickey's room, the door unknowingly being wide opened. he saw mickey lying on his back with his legs up, getting fucked by some redhead kid.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" mickey screamed, separating himself from ian.

"you fucking gay?"

"no, i just like taking it up the ass for funsies. get the fuck outta here!"

"um, i'm ian," he said, waving awkwardly at mickey's brother who was still standing in the doorway as they both fumbled to get the covers over their exposed bodies.

"iggy. wait a second, aren't you mandy's fucking boyfriend?"

"technically."

"she know you're fucking our brother?"

"think so. it's kind of a cover."

"i respect that. the south side ain't fucking gay pride day. i'm closing the door now, don't be too fucking loud, i'll be in the kitchen."

"hey iggy?" mickey said.

"what?"

"you gonna tell dad?"

"why the fuck would i do that?"

"i don't know. where even is he?"

"he violated parole a few hours ago and got thrown back in the can. got in a fight with some guy at the alibi."

"thank fucking god."

"you're a lucky fucker, mick. be glad it was me and not one of dad's friends."

"thanks, ig."

"no problem, fag." iggy laughed to himself as he closed the door behind him and walked to the fridge to get a beer.

"i wasn't done yet," ian whispered in mickey's ear.

"neither was i. get the fuck outta that blanket and start fucking me again."