Our Broken Heart

Lying To Yourself

*NOT EDITED*

Mickey's Pov

After that kiss with Ian, I went into the house. I was pissed because what right did he have to come stumbling back into my life but, as I thought about it I was kind of being hypocritical. I had done the same thing when I broke out of jail.

"Shit!" I cursed remembering the feeling of his lips on mine. Only Ian could get my dick hard from just a kiss.

"Are you okay papí?" Manuel asked stepping into the kitchen. He had worry etched all over his face.

"I'm okay" I groaned rubbing my face. I went over to where he was standing and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"You sure Mickey?" he questioned his accent coming out with as he said my name.

"I'm fine Manny" I sighed looking at him.

He was totally different than Ian. Where his skin was light and sunkissed, Ian's was milky white. Manuel's hair was pitch black due to him being Hispanic while Ian's was a fiery red and his features were more sharp than Manny's feminine like facial structure.

"It's not Ian right?" he asked quietly.

I had told Manuel about the history between Ian and I except for the fact about him being bipolar since that wasn't mine to share. He was completely understanding and that was why I liked him. Manuel wasn't the type of man to judge you.

"I was just surprised to see him" I mumbled.

"Do you still love him Mickey? If you do I understand" Manuel said.

"No I don't. I love you. Are you doubting that?" I asked gripping his ass.

"No" he moaned grabbing my arms.

"I think you are. Why don't we take this upstairs so I can show you how much I love you?" I said huskily in his ear.

"Okay papí" he whispered taking my hand and leading me up the steps.

We didn't have sex but, some very nice foreplay. I made sure that I tired Manuel out. By the time we were finished he was dead to the world with the sheets around his waist and his arm wrapped circling me.

Quietly I removed it and slid out of the bed. Pulling back on my boxer briefs I lightly stepped out of the bedroom and headed downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and filled it with some of the cold lemonade in the fridge.

"Your boyfriends a screamer" a voice said making me jump out of my fucking skin. Turning around I saw Ian leaning against the kitchen door way with his pajama bottoms on and no shirt.

"You scared the hell out of me!" I gasped grabbing my chest where my heart raced like a jackrabbit.

"Sorry. I couldn't sleep due to all the noises" he grimaced.

"Hmm did you enjoy the show" I snorted finishing my drink.

"Actually no. Especially when I could tell you weren't satisfied" I and said coming toward me.

"What the hell are you talking about Gallagher?" I asked.

"From the screams I could tell the twink was really enjoying himself but, you not so much" he spoke getting closer.

"My sex life is great" I snapped backing up as he started to close the distance between us faster than I liked.

"Mick I know you. Your a bottom and you love it, especially when it's rough. You like getting pounded into and feeling a nice hard cock stretch you out. You love when when your ass gets filled with cum" he said huskily as my back hit the fridge. Ian placed his hand by the side of my head while the other gripped my hip.