Ian grabbed a fistful of brunette hair and tugged aggressively as he pounded in and out of the other guy's mouth, not really caring if he was going too deep or pulling too hard. All he wanted was to cum so fucking hard down his throat and release the tension that was tightening in his groin.

He wasn't really receiving any complaints, so he pulled a little harder. He groaned deep in his throat as he neared that delicious edge. "Fuck yeah, feels so fucking good," he gasped right before shooting his hot load down his throat. "Fuck," he said, and then slumped back against the wall behind him, holding onto a shelf for leverage. "That was amazing."

The brunette stood up, wiping at the corner of his mouth with a grin. He didn't say anything, just stepped forward and kissed Ian hotly, their tongues tangling through Ian's seed.

"You taste amazing."

Ian smiled and ran a hand over his sweaty face. He didn't know if he'd ever get used to tasting his own cum, but in the moment it was fucking hot...and he was all into kink these days.

"We should get back up front before Linda notices. She's been on my ass all week, I'm trying to stay on her good side."

They both zipped up their pants and exited the cooler. Ian walked to the front door of the Kash-and-Grab and unlocked it before turning to his boyfriend. "I'll call you later?"

Tyler, his boyfriend of a little over a month, a junior from his school, smiled and leaned in for another kiss. "You better."

Ian kissed him back, his eyes still closed when they finally pulled apart. He opened his eyes as Tyler left, a small corny smile etched on his lips. He turned the OPEN sign back around and then went back to his perch behind the cash register.

He grabbed his clipboard and was intent on starting the daunting task of inventory. The chime above the door caught his attention and he lifted his eyes, intent on greeting the customer with a fake, friendly smile. The smile barely made it to his lips before deflating.

"Mickey."

Mickey Milkovich strolled into Kash-and-Grab as if nothing had changed, as if he hadn't been in juvie for the past six months. "'Sup, Gallagher." He walked over to the slim jims and grabbed one. Without bothering to pay for it, he tore it open with his teeth, spit the piece of wrapper out and then tore a chunk off with his teeth, all the while his eyes bore heavily on Ian.

Ian gripped onto the edge of the counter, afraid if he didn't he'd tumble right off of his stool. He couldn't believe Mickey was standing right in front of him. After months of pining and agonizing and losing sleep and then, finally, getting over him, here Mickey was...standing there as if he'd never left. "I...I thought you had another four months."

"Got out for overcrowding, or some shit," Mickey explained cooly. He then walked closer to the counter. "So, whatchu been up to, Gallagher?"

Ian looked at him wearily, intent on not letting the other guy get to him. He had made a promise to himself to never left Mickey Milkovich get to him ever again. "Really? After leaving the way you did, that's really how you want to start this conversation?"

Mickey shrugged as he took another bite of his slim jim. "What's there to really say? I went to kill Frank and got busted before I even reached the deadbeat pussy."

"No, I mean about us, about...shit," Ian said, tearing his eyes from Mickey's and running a hand over his closely-shaven head. He really didn't want to get into this with Mickey. It was water under the bridge. He'd moved on.

"Look, I honestly just came to see if you wanted to fuck, not rehash some childish crush you had on me," Mickey said smugly.

Ian stared back at Mickey, setting his jaw in a firm line. "Fuck you, Mickey. Go find someone else to fuck. I'm not going to be your...what did you call it...warm mouth anymore."

Mickey sighed and tilted his head a little. "Fuck, Gallagher, are you still on that? Why're you being a little bitch."

"Get the fuck out, Mickey."

Mickey held up his hands. "Alright, alright. Fucking chill. I get if you don't want to bang anymore, what the fuck ever. Since I can't have your cock in my ass, can you at least see if Linda can maybe give me my old job back?"

"Are you fucking kidding me."

"I really need a job or-"

"-Or your probation officer will have your ass. We've already been through this," Ian said hotly, not in the mood for any of this. "Remember? From the first time I bailed your ass out."

"Look, are you going to help me out of not, ass face?"

"Fuck you, Mickey," Ian said, crossing his arms across his solid chest. He noticed the way Mickey was looking him over, no doubt noticing how much he had filled out in the past six months.

Mickey dropped his eyes from looking at Ian's toned, crossed arms and looked down at the ground, his demeanor seemingly softening. "Look, Gallagher...I was a dick, alright?"

Ian relaxed a little when he realized that Mickey did, indeed, hold a little remorse about the whole situation. He knew it was the most apology he was going to get. He then sighed, rolled his eyes, and stood up. "Fine. I'll talk to Linda. But if you're going to work here, there has to be some conditions."

"What the fuck? There wasn't any conditions before," Mickey said hotly, his face scrunched.

"Well, there's fucking conditions now, so either except them or go somewhere else."

"Fine. What the fuck ever. What are your conditions, shithead?"

"You get here when you're supposed to be here, not whenever the hell you feel like showing up." On Mickey's aggravated nod, Ian continued, "You actually have to work-that means doing stock, helping with inventory, sweeping-"

"Fuck you. I'm not cleaning up after people."

"Fuck you, Mickey. If you can't agree to it, then I'm not asking Linda."

"When did you become such a fucking child," Mickey spat before waving his hand irritably. "Fine. Fuck. Anything else, princess?"

Ian angled his jaw. "No fucking. That means you and me. You're here, you're working. You said it yourself, we're done. We weren't boyfriend and girlfriend and...even though I didn't want to acknowledge it at the time, I was naive and stupid and I was just a warm mouth to you, but not anymore. I've moved on."

Mickey stared back at him, his lip tilting up in a smirk. "You're kidding me, right? I say one thing to piss you off and suddenly we can't bang anymore?"

"What?" Ian asked as he picked his clipboard back up. "You actually thought I'd be stupid enough to wait for you, Mickey? I already did that once. We both know how that turned out."

"Whatever, man," Mickey said, not really knowing what else to say. "I can't help your fucking feelings got hurt."

Ian shot his head up, his face tinting red. "No, I blame myself completely for that. I should have known all a Milkovich was capable of doing is fucking something with legs."

Mickey rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay, tough guy."

"Besides, I have a boyfriend now," Ian continued as he began writing, missing the look on Mickey's face as he said these words. "You know, someone who actually likes me and wants to be with me, so I'm not going to fuck that up over some meaningless fuck."

Mickey stared back at Ian, wondering why this piece of information didn't sit too well with him. The fact that Ian was with someone else, fucking someone else, made him want to punch a fucking wall. "You're kidding, right?" he asked, watching as Ian lifted his eyes to his. "You got yourself a fucking boyfriend? What, do you go on fucking picnics together? Hold hands and skip down the god-damn street."

"It's none of your business what he and I do," Ian said coolly before standing up and heading to the cooler to grab himself a Gatorade. He was stopped in his tracks when Mickey reached out a hand and grabbed his wrist.

Ian looked down at Mickey's tattooed hand, unable to doubt the surge of electricity that coursed through him, no matter how much he wanted to deny it. He slowly lifted his eyes to Mickey's, trying not to stare too hard. He didn't want to give him any ideas. "Like I said," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Either accept the terms, or go find somewhere else to work." He pulled his hand from Mickey's grasp and walked away.

Mickey stared after him, knowing there was no way in hell he wasn't going to take the job. He didn't care about some fucking fairy Ian was dating. He would have the younger boy fucking him senseless in no time. He completely accepted the challenge.

He watched as Ian bent to grab his drink, allowing his eyes to follow the perfect curve of Ian's ass. "I want it," he said as he kept staring. "The job. I want the job."

Ian straightened up and turned to face Mickey. "You sure?"

"I think I can control myself around your pale, freckly, copper-headed ass."

"Okay, then," Ian said as he unscrewed the lid to his drink and took a long gulp.

Mickey watched as Ian's adam's apple bobbed and he took the few stolen seconds to notice the way Ian's light blue t-shirt stretched over his firm chest. He turned around and headed for the door, knowing if he didn't, he might give in. He didn't want Gallagher to think he was fucking irresistable or some shit. "Catch ya later, shit for brains."

Ian stood in the empty store and stared at the spot where Mickey had just been standing. He ran a hand over his head and sighed, wondering what he had just gotten himself into.

Mickey walked into the Milkovich home and slammed the door behind him. He was greeted with the usual smells of home; musk, dirty feet, and old food that was sitting and rotting in the garbage in the kitchen.

He stalked through the living room, unsurprisingly finding his father passed out on the couch in a drunken stupor. He found Mandy in the kitchen preparing spaghetti. "Sup, slut."

"Fuck you, asshole," Mandy said as she stirred the sauce. "You hungry?"

"Starved," Mickey said as he pulled a beer from the fridge. He took a long swig from it before saying, "I might be getting my job back at the Kash-and-Grab. I stopped by earlier and the fucking redhead said he'd talk to his boss for me."

Mandy smirked at him over her shoulder. "Be nice to him," she warned. "He's a sweetheart. Besides, I thought you two were starting to get along?"

"Fuck that," Mickey said before taking another swig from his beer. He then eyed his sister wearily, wondering how to phrase his next sentence without sounding like a fucking idiot. "I heart the faggot went and got himself a fucking boyfriend."

"Tyler?" Mandy confirmed. "Oh yeah, they've been going out for about a month now. He's a junior. They did some project together for school and I guess one thing led to another and now they're dating. They're really cute together."

"Nobody wants to hear that faggot shit," Mickey spat out, not wanting to hear anymore. The very idea of Ian Gallagher being with anyone else, fucking anyone else, made his skin crawl. He didn't know why it got to him so much, it just fucking did.

"You're such an asshole," Mandy said with a sigh. "I'm happy for him. For a few months there, he wasn't himself. He was mopey and didn't really come around and now...I don't know...he seems like his old self again."

"Good for the little asshole," Mickey said as he turned and headed towards his room. "Let me know when dinner's ready, skank."

"Eat me, dillweed!"

Mickey disappeared into his room and shut the door behind him. Once he was behind closed doors, his walls came down a little and his shoulders slumped. He sat down on his bed, grabbed a cigarette from the end table, and lit it. He rested back and stared up at the ceiling, unable to get a certain irritating redhead out of his head...a problem he had been having for the past six months.