When Ian made his way to the last music room in the school block, he expected some type of music to be playing but what he wasn't expecting to hear the sound of Selena Gomez's Good For You nearly obliterate his ear drums. Sure, he loved the song but this loud - fuck that.
Seriously though, that shit was loud and Ian sort of just wanted to turn around and go home - sure it was loud as fuck there too but it wasn't this loud - but he knew he couldn't. He had to practice the piano piece that Mr White had set him, he was going to have to play Bastille's Oblivion in front of a class of 30 on Monday and today was Friday.
Did we mention that Ian hadn't practiced at all?
It was only when Mr White asked him what he was going to play, and he managed…show more content… It didn't make sense that guys like (guys who did sports) had to do music as well when guys like Mickey Milkovich (guys who were music nerds) didn't have to do sports. Still, it got him an extra qualification for college so he wasn't exactly complaining.
Speaking of Mickey Milkovich, it seemed the five foot five blue eyed kid was the reason that Ian was pretty sure he had to go to the clinic after and get his ears checked. Mickey Milkovich was a kid with a mouth on him but all Ian knew about him was that he and his sister had moved out of the family home after Mickey came out.
Ian may not know the kid, but he definitely admired him - coming out to a racist, sexist and homophobic dickhead of a father must have been really shitty. Ian knew what a shitty father was but he didn't have a shitty father - his dad was an alcoholic who went AWOL and maybe he tried to hit him once or twice when he wanted Ian's pills but at least he accepted him, hell Frank had even become a gay rights icon for a…show more content… "Let me show you how proud I am to be yours."
And they weren't even kissing.
"Leave this dress a mess on the floor."
The singing snapped them out of it and Ian turned Mickey around, grinding on him.
"And still look good for you, good for you."
Mickey felt hands gripping his waist - almost hard enough to bruise - hands making their way all around his body, all over his crotch, his ass, his thighs, up his shirt - all over.
"I'm in my marquise diamonds.
I'm a marquise diamond.
Could even make that Tiffany jealous, mhm."
It wasn't soon before Ian felt Mickey reciprocating his actions. He was grinding his onto Ian's quickly-hardening dick and grabbing Ian's hand and running them over his nipples, all while singing and managing to moan out loud.
"You say I give it to you hard."
It was when Mickey felt a familiar hardness against his ass and turned around to see Ian Gallagher with a little smirk on his face and pointed look downwards - to Mickey's
