Comments

Chapter 1: The Nightclub

  Ian definitely thought that he deserved this having worked so hard continuously quite literally saving lives as an EMT. Of course he did this a lot because, as Lip would put it, he was a bit of a slut. He didn't do boyfriends, he did one night stands and one night stands were best found in places like this; nightclubs. The throbbing music and flashing lights were exhilarating, made even more so by the sweaty bodies dancing and the buzz of alcohol in his veins.

  He stood there, leaning against the counter drink in hand, watching not so subtly in order to find some nice looking guy to spend the night with. The Gallagher wasn't fussy- really, really not fussy- and realistically anyone would do, young, old, black, white, tall, short. Didn't matter to him except that they be male. Well almost, he'd tried chubs before and found that wasn't really for him but other than that... His lack of specifications made life so much easier.

    Indeed, there were several men- more than several- that had caught Ian's eye. Now it was just deciding which one he would want most, which one would want him back. He knew he was technically hot but ginger wasn't for everyone.

  As he drained the last of his drink and turned back to the bar for a refill he saw the guy that was best. Hottest. He was sat at the bar also, previously not in Ian's line of sight. His head was slightly turned away but Ian saw his blue eyes, clearly beautiful even at this angle. He had dark hair, a curving jaw and lips that just looked so... kissable. 

 Ian must have been staring a while because suddenly those blue eyes were locked onto him and yup, even more breathtaking face on. Turning on his best smile Ian slip up to the man who was smirking back and boy was that smirk doing things to him. Once closer, Ian looked him up and down taking in his smart but not too smart clothes and... knuckle tattoos FUCK U-UP. Nice, probably south side then. That was even better. Definitely no pansy then.

  "Hey I'm Ian," he greeted, still smiling at the man.

  "Mickey so, your place or mine?" was the reply.

  Ian thought he had hit the jackpot, hot, tough, south side and getting straight to the point. There was no messing about here and he obviously was after the same thing that Ian was.

  "How close are you?" Ian asked in return feeling more than a little pleased with himself for attracting this. Oh the night was going to be good.

  "Close, we'll just go there," Mickey replied before getting up.

***

  Mickey's place was pretty close, it was also pretty damn nice. He may have been south side once- of that Ian was still fairly sure, could probably check though- but if so he had gotten out in style. The place had a hella nice view and the furniture looked like it wasn't cheap- although he was no expert on pricey things by any means. It wasn't in your face you're stepping on gold dust but rather more humble. Nice. In all it made Ian take a minute to have a look around.

  "Nice place man, really," he said, getting a hum from Mickey in return.

  "Thanks now how 'bout you get on me? Top or bottom?" Mickey asked, again just getting straight down to business in the most perfect way.

  "Top, that gonna be a problem?" Ian replied almost defensively. Wouldn't that just be perfect to have this hot as fuck guy be a top too. Sure he would probably just bottom for him because he really was hot as fuck but he definitely preferred to top.

  "Perfect man," Mickey replied and Ian could tell he meant it. Problem sorted.

***

  In the end they went several rounds before they sat up together and shared a smoke. It was amazing, firstly because he was sat in this gorgeous apartment smoking with a hot guy and seconding, and more importantly, he thinks he'd just had the best sex of his life. The EMT was sat there slumped against the head board completely blissed out and seriously considering swapping numbers with this guy just to do this again. That was something that he never did. He really hoped- and again something he never did- that Mickey wouldn't kick him out after they finished their smoke. Ian wanted to stay till morning so that they could fuck again before he had to leave. This blue eyed wonder was really that good. 

  "Man I don't think I've ever been fucked so good in my life," Mickey sighed beside him. That was good, maybe numbers could exchange.

  "Dude your ass is something from the gods," Ian returned which got a snort from the other.

  "So maybe, and really you're that good I never do this, we could swap numbers and do this again?" Mickey asked and Ian turned to him knowing he had a huge grin on his face.

  "Read my mind."

  "Sweet."

  "One condition though. I want a kiss, I'm a kissed Mick," Ian pressed although if Mickey said no he would still give him his number but those lips... needless  to say he was disappointed when Mickey turned away from his mouth.

  "Fucking fine!" the other huffed after a minute of watching Ian with narrowed eyes.

  Suddenly reaching forward and gripping the back of Ian's neck, Mickey pulled him forward for a kiss that was every bit as good as the redhead hoped. The other's lips were soft and he kissed expertly, exploring Ian's mouth with his tongue until the taller was moaning.

  "Cool, now you're staying so you can fuck me again in the morning. Non negotiable Firecrotch," Mickey said somewhat breathlessly before sinking down in the bed.

  "Firecrotch?" Ian huffed a laugh as he sunk down under the covers also.

  "Yeah Firecrotch," Mickey repeated before reaching down and tugging on the hair just above Ian's dick making him jump.

  "Fine okay I get it," Ian snorted. This guy was definitely cool. "So I've got to ask are you south side. No offence if you're not but those knuckle tats are pretty south side."

  "Yeah man I'm south side. Take it that's not a problem for you. Like sleeping with the those from the rougher parts hey?" Mickey snorted and if Ian wasn't mistaken that was a little bit of insecurity. Hardly a surprise really.

  "Nah man. I'm south side too. I know the rough. Though sleeping with a southsider does have it's benefits in that you don't normally find a delicate little flower who can't take it nice and hard from our side of the river," Ian smirked getting a smug smirk from the other in return.

  "Touche man," Mickey snorted as his eyes drifted shut.

  The brunette fell asleep pretty quick which wasn't really a surprise with how much sex they'd had in the past hours and Ian was glad. It gave him the chance to be a bit of a creep and watch him in his sleep when his face was lax and younger. He was actually excited about the prospect of meeting up with this guy again, even though they hadn't talked much he could easily see that Mickey was interesting plus he really wasn't lying about the sex. It was official that nightclubs were amazing.