CAMERON MONAGHAN IMAGINES

*Cameron Monamas* Rules of Kissing. (Ian)

"Kiss me."

"What?" You twisted you body around.

"Kiss me, dammit."

Without thought, you slammed your mouth on his pink lips. Soft as they were, they had a lack of passion. His breathing was strange and irregular. He used no tongue.

You push away. "Ian, you like dudes." You stated.

"Fuck." He said. His head came crashing down on his bed comforter. He groaned.

"Ian, we'll find you someone great." You crawled your hand under your shirt and scratched your back. "Or maybe you suck at kissing."

To that comment, Ian perked up.

"No, I know what you're thinking." You attempted to crush his idea.

"Come oooon. I swear I'll go to a gay bar as soon as you teach me." He sounded like a whiny kid.

"You mean to tell me you're gay AND you suck at kissing...and you knew both?!" You playfully shoved his chest which pressed his back on his wall.

He looked at the floor in shame. "Yes."

"Fine. But, I'll teach you if you promise to bring a boy home with you in the next week."

"Deal!" He smiled and you shook hands.

"3 Rules. 1. Hold your breath as long as possible." You leaned in and connected your lips. He did as told and refused to breathe. Your mouths weren't mobile. It was a long, stationary kiss.

"Rule 2. Use your tongue. Play around in their mouth. Go soft. Don't make it a spear. Try again." You coiled your arms on his neck and breathed in before the second attempt. You modeled what to do by inserting your tongue lightly. You glided it across his lips and made a gentle bite on him. Your tongue removed itself and waited for his. Ian loosely entered your mouth. His tongue swiftly moved from one slide of your mouth to the other. He breathed intermittently, as needed. This was turning out the be the perfect kiss.

You closed off the kiss and backed up. "Quick learner!" You wiped your mouth. "Rule 3. Show authority. This is important. Spice the shit out of that kiss. For now, don't do anything. Let me show you."

His innocence faded when you grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked his face in. You straddled his 'criss-cross' position. If he were straight, you're sure he'd have a hard-on.

You manipulated his jaw with your hand, forcing his to move the way you want him to. Your kisses became wider in diameter, and faster, more tongue. Spotting his hand, you picked it up and guided it to your ass cheek. He jolted up, opening his eyes. "If I were a dude, I'd put you in my pants." You chopped up your sentence between kisses. You took hold of his orange hair and tugged it. For a last touch, you pushed him away violently by his stiff pecs.

You sprung from the bed and raised your arms. "That's how you fucking kiss, BITCHES!"

Ian's smile turned stone cold when he looked behind you.

You were hesitant to turn around, but you rotated your body to the door.

"What the fuck are you doing with my brother?" Lip hisses, followed by a grin.

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A/N: I won't be uploading on Christmas and I have too many imagines than I know what to do with so I'm uploading Three today.

I had a Gallagher moment today, it was so surreal I felt like I was on the show. 6 people were doing six different things during breakfast and my eyes panned over the scene like a camera, spending like 2 second on each person. It was a weird moment for me. AND I HAD A DREAM and that I was actually friends with the Gallaghers and while Lip was taking me to an airport, we saw Ian pass by with a bunch of medic bc he'd been in a bike accident.

MERRY CHRISTMAS QUANZA RAMADAN HANUKKAH <3

-Bambi ;)