Our Little Secret

Alone? Yes. Naked? No.

It had been a little over two weeks since Ian and Mickey had dinner together. That night Dave drove Ian back to the house instead of his apartment and Mickey partially met the family. Meaning, he came inside to pee, the whole family stared at him, Carl fangirled a bit and Lip lost his bet to Debbie that Ian was telling the truth about sleeping with the governor.

It was lunch time now and Mickey had called Ian into his office, like he'd done every day for the last few weeks, so they could have lunch together. Ian had to admit it was really sweet and he liked not having to pay for his own lunch everyday.

"Am I supposed to be here as much as I have this past week?" Ian asked, taking a sip of his drink. "I don't want to seem like a teacher's pet."

"Even if you are a teacher's pet?" Mickey snorted picking up his own drink.

"Especially since I am the teacher's pet," Ian chuckled and Mickey laughed with him.

"No, it's fine. You're my staff assistant, like a fucking secretary or some shit, you're supposed to spend the majority of your time with me," Mickey shrugged taking another drink of water. Ian licked his lips watching Mickey's Adam's apple bob in his throat and a lone water droplet sliding down his chin.

"Do all of your secretaries think about pinning you down on this huge desk and fucking the shit out of you bareback?" Ian asked, laughing when Mickey choked on his water, clearing his throat a few times and flipping Ian off. Biting his lip, about to respond when there was a knocking on the door, looking Ian up and down as he went back to his food.

"Yeah," Mickey called out to whoever was at the door.

"Mr. Milkovich, your 2 o'clock is here," Charlotte announced from the half way opened door.

"Thank you, Charlotte, give me five minutes before you bring them back," Mickey dismissed her.

Ian stood up to help Mickey clear his desk of their lunch and put all of his documents and files back in their original places. He was ready to turn away to walk out when he was grabbed around the waist and pulled into a kiss. God, they both lived for these kisses even if they had to be in secret. Mickey's chest heaved when Ian sighed into the kiss, he wanted to pull the redhead closer and deepen the kiss but he knew now wasn't the time.

"I wanna see you tonight," He breathed against Ian's lips, his hand still resting on the small of his back.

"Name the time and place. I'll be there," Ian promised, pecking his lips again before pulling away and leaving the office to head to his own.

To: Mickey
From: Ian

I've got a question about your schedule, let me know when you can talk.

Ian sent the message as he scanned the screen. Part of his job was to also help Charlotte and recently she's had him in charge of Mickey's schedule, she would make a rough draft and he would finalize it. The only issue is she had two important meeting schedules for the same day at the same time so that needed to be straightened out before it caused issues.

He was surprised when a hand landed particularly hard on his desk causing a louder than necessary smacking sound in the small office. Ian fought the urge to roll his eyes and looked up at the young guy standing in front of his desk. He knew he shouldn't just leave his door open.

"Hello, Ian,"

"Hey, Brian?" Ian greeted, cringing internally knowing that wasn't the right name.

"It's Byron," The guy corrected looking offended.

"Sure," Ian shrugged, already bored with this conversation and getting annoyed when Byron sat on the edge of the desk

"See, when Charlotte said you would be dealing with the governor, I'm pretty sure she didn't mean spending every lunch hour with him," Ian furrowed his brow, closing out Mickey's schedule and looking back at the guy on his desk.