Jealous Mickey

"Fuck you Ian!" the door opened with a bang as it swung and hit the wall. Ian slid in behind it and gently closed it.

"Come on Mick!" Ian pleaded. He had only been flirting a little bit with that guy. He was ugly anyway, but he sure was rich as hell and Ian was just trying to score free drinks. Supply for his man and all.

"I don't give a shit Ian, I would rather pay for the fucking beer than see you cozy up to any middle-aged wall-street fuckface who walks in with a suit and rolex."

"It's just such an easy way to get free stuff."

"Yes and we all know you're freaking fantastic at it, and it gets me fucking mad every time. When are you going to cut the shit?"

Ian stepped a little closer.

"I don't think I'm going to."

"And why the ever loving fuck not?"

Ian leaned in to his boyfriend, a huge smirk plastered across his face.

"I think you like the chance to be the big bad jealous boyfriend." Ian whispered all too knowingly.

"What are you talking about-"

"Come on Mick no need to hide it. I know you like getting angry. And I know you like any chance to prove that I'm yours. And any chance to beat up some helpless guy."

"Is that what you fucking think firecrotch?"

"It's what I know Mick." Ian wasn't leaning away.

"You don't know shit."

"I know you're hard," and Mickey's breath stopped because Ian had caught him, "you've been hard since you grabbed me and pulled me out of that bar."

Mickey had been caught. Ian was completely in his personal space and Mickey had nowhere to go and nowhere to hide his straining hard-on.

"You don't know fuck-all about anything." Mickey spat with a little less power in his voice.

Ian smiled, he knew he won. "I know you want me to fuck you."

Mickey just blinked stupidly "I always want you to fuck me."

Ian smirked and Mickey blinked and then Ian was shirtless and fumbling with Mickey's zipper. "Get this shit off, Mick"

Mickey had no choice but to comply, he wasn't going to turn down a good fuck for an argument that wasn't going anywhere. Besides, maybe Mickey did like angry fucking.

"I'm still mad at you shithead." Mickey said while removing his last piece of offensive clothing.

Ian chuckled and produced lube from his back pocket which was completely unsurprising to Mickey. One of them always had lube, you never knew when the opportunity for a quickie would arise. "Why don't you tell me how mad you are while you're on my cock, hm?" Ian pushed Mickey to sit on the couch and dropped to his knees. Before Mickey could come up with a rebound insult his dick was at the back of Ian's throat and damn did that feel good.

"Fuck-shit-Gallagher-"

Ian stopped sucking and held the base of Mickey's cock. "That's not my name Mick."

"Fuck go back to what you were doing."

"No."

"Fine - Ian. Ian for the love of god keep sucking my dick before you give me blue balls over here." That's all Ian needed to hear and suddenly he was back to licking and sucking Mickey like a goddamn popsicle. Ian pushed Mickey's legs apart and made Mickey bend them close to his chest one by one all while deep throating the man's cock. Mickey was leaning back on the couch, legs bent in half and spread wide with his boyfriend lavishing the underside of his cock when Ian uncapped the lube and began to rub it between his fingers.