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Watching Ian dance up on the podium from the bar wasn’t exactly how Mickey wanted to spend his nights, but if it meant he could watch over him and make sure he got home safe at night, then that’s what he’d do. He hated sitting here and watching all those men lust over his boyfriend, knowing there was nothing he could do about it. This was Ian’s job, to entice customers, make tips, and keep them coming back for more.
Still… didn’t make Mickey hate it any less.
It was nearing the time for Ian’s first break, and Ian kept glancing over at Mickey, smiling meekly at him from his spot on the podium. Ian knew Mickey loved seeing him in those little shorts, but knew Mickey also didn’t like to see him like this at the same time. Having to sell himself for money, starve himself to be able to fit into those little shorts because they gave him a size too small for business purposes.
But at least Mickey knew he wasn’t high or drunk while he was here. He made Ian stop that shit a while ago, made him start taking his meds again.
Ian liked his job, liked the easy and quick money, liked the attention, and he liked for Mickey to be there to watch him roll his hips and shoulders to the music, show off his ass and the cock that was just shoved down Mickey’s throat before they left. He didn’t mind giving lap dances, just as long as he was getting paid. He’d just let his eyes slip closed and think about how he was going to ruin Mickey when they got back home.
But he knew Mickey hated to watch him give lap dances, sat and squirmed in his seat, sipping his drink and fighting the urge to jump up and clock whatever old faggot Ian was sitting on right in the mouth, maybe knock out a tooth or two. He knew he couldn’t fuck Ian’s flow up, had to let him make his money. It didn’t make him any less jealous.
His leg bounced and he tugged his lip between his teeth as he counted down the seconds until Ian’s break came up. He knew Ian couldn’t wait, knew he was impatient, constantly looking over to Mickey.
Ian was truly spoiled, would hop down and skip right over to Mickey as soon as his break started and take Mickey’s face into his hands to kiss him. Mickey would let him pull him into the bathroom, and Ian would get down on his knees and suck Mickey off so good that Mickey’s head spun and his vision went spotted. Ian would swallow all his come like the come slut he was, and they’d playfully make out until Ian had to go back up on his podium for the rest of the night.
As soon as his break started, like Mickey predicted, Ian hopped his pretty little self right over to Mickey and kissed him hard on the mouth.
“It’s so boring up there… and you’re all the way over here,” Ian pouted, drawing swirls up Mickey’s thigh.
“Yeah, well, imagine what it’s like for me over here.” Mickey said, spreading his thighs in his seat a little more. “I have to sit and watch all these old fags drool over you.”
“At least they’re not allowed to touch me up there,” Ian ran a finger across Mickey’s growing cock, biting his lip a little at how he could feel it under his touch. He cupped it in his hand, and Mickey licked his lips.
“You wanna take this somewhere more private?” Mickey said, panting a little at how worked up he was getting, sitting here with Ian standing between his legs, wearing booty shorts and eyeliner, glitter all over his body.
“Maybe I just wanna torture you a little until we can get home,” Ian smirked, leaning in a little to lick Mickey’s earlobe.
“That’s news to me. Usually you can’t wait,”
Ian just hummed and kissed softly at Mickey’s neck, licking and sucking and nipping. Ian loved to mark him up, make it known that Mickey was taken. He loved to leave marks all over his body, his neck, his tummy, his thighs. He couldn’t get enough of peeling Mickey’s clothes off and revealing the marks he left from the time before, spreading Mickey’s legs so he could leave some more.
“Fuck, red…” Mickey sighed, letting his eyes slip closed.
He couldn’t imagine what they looked like from an outside point of view. Mickey, the tough protector, letting Ian claim him in front of everybody as his eyes nearly rolled back. He sat and let Ian take, take, take as much as he wanted. He knew others were jealous, because Ian was the hottest piece of ass in here, the most gorgeous boy anyone had ever laid their eyes on, and he was Mickey’s. Untouchable, unsharable; a prized possession that everyone wanted but couldn’t have.
“You know… everyone in here hates you. Wants to be you. My man,” Ian purred, palming Mickey’s dick and capturing Mickey’s lips in a kiss, gently pressing his tongue against Mickey’s and swallowing all the sounds Mickey made into his mouth.
“Fuck, Ian. I’m gonna come in my fucking pants,” Mickey moaned, and Ian took his hand away.
“Not until we get home.”
He sure loved to torture Mickey.
“Fucker,” Mickey groaned, and Ian kissed him sweetly, smiling against his lips.
He couldn’t help but love him, everything about him. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was, to have this gorgeous boy standing here in front of him, kissing him. He was the only one who got to love him, touch him, fuck him.
“You want me to fuck you, Mick?” Ian purred, running a finger down Mickey’s chest and looking at him with those big doe-eyes.
“Yeah…” Mickey breathed, scooting his hips forward, wanting nothing more than for Ian to take him into the bathroom and fuck the shit out of him.
“Gonna have to beg,” Ian licked a line up his jaw, glancing over at the clock on the wall of the bar. “My break’s over.” He said with a mischievous smile, pulling away, “See you at the end of my shift.”
“The fuck?” Mickey said, “You can’t leave me like this, Ian.”
“Oh, but I can… and there isn’t anything you can do about it except wait.”
Ian gave him one more little kiss and walked away, swaying his sexy little hips. Mickey watched him get back up on his podium, and men immediately flocked back over to him, reaching up to stick bills into the waistband of his shorts.
“Fuck,” Mickey sighed, and the bartender came over to him.
“You want another? Looks like you need it,” He asked, and Mickey nodded.
The bartender made him another drink and sat it in front of him. “You’re a lucky guy. He’s beautiful,” He said, nodding in Ian’s direction.
“Yeah, but he’s a little fucking minx.” Mickey gulped his drink, immediately regretting it a little.
“Those are the best kind,” The guy laughed a little, “He ever let you fuck him?”
“What you getting at?” Mickey raised an eyebrow.
“I can look at you two and tell that you take it. I’m asking if you’ve ever gave it to him before,”
“Fuck off, man. Why do you give a shit?”
The guy raised his hands and backed off, leaving Mickey to huff and roll his eyes at these fucker’s nosiness.
He was so ready to get the fuck up outta here. He couldn’t wait for two am to come.
He sat in the same place for the next two hours and writhed because he just couldn’t will his erection away with how Ian looked up there on that podium. He was so beautiful, so sexy, and Mickey was so god damn lucky. He’d been told it plenty of times, but he never could process that he was the one Ian wanted, out of every guy that he came across. Mickey was the one Ian chose.
When Ian’s shift was up, he went to change, and while Mickey waited, he bundled himself up in preparation for the biting wind outside. Fucking Chicago weather.
He stepped outside to light a cigarette like he always did, and Ian came out fully dressed, bundled up in a winter coat with a cute beanie on, wrapping his arm around Mickey’s waist.
“You ready?” Ian asked, smiling softly down at Mickey. Mickey could see how his cheeks and nose were already turning red in the cold, freckles faded over the years, but still there if you looked close enough.
“Yeah. Let’s go,” Mickey said, sucking on his cigarette, hoping that it’d warm him up some.
On their walk back to Mickey’s house, Ian talked about how much money he made tonight. The Fairy Tail was always busy, but was especially busy on the weekends. On an especially busy day, Ian usually made up to three hundred while he was up on the podium, and tonight he walked away with two seventy-five.
“Can pay the utility bill,” Ian said, and Mickey nodded.
“Where does your boss have you working tomorrow?” Mickey asked, and Ian sighed softly.
“The floor, and Monday is the VIP room. Not really looking forward to that,”
“Yeah, I know.” Mickey rubbed his back softly, knowing that Ian hated having to work the private rooms, because he was secluded from everyone else, and Mickey couldn’t keep an eye on him.
On the El, Ian rested his head on top of Mickey's, his eyes slipping shut. He must be exhausted after all that standing and dancing.
A few months ago, Mickey would’ve pushed Ian away for getting too close to him in public, but it wasn’t like that anymore. Ian gave him a little push, and Mickey tried hard to be more open to PDA. In the long run, it helped. No more upset Ian, the spoiled little bastard. Most of the time they were left alone, but they still got looks. Mickey honestly couldn’t give a shit about what anyone thought. It’s not like that anymore.
At their stop, Mickey held Ian’s hand and led him out of the train and down the stairs. Ian yawned and rubbed his eyes cutely. Mickey thought he was the best thing since sliced bread, the man of his dreams.
“Don’t get too tired. You promised to fuck me, remember?”
“Did I say that?” Ian said playfully, tapping his index finger against his pouting bottom lip in faux-thought.
“Don’t play with me, Gallagher,”
“You’re so easy to get riled up, Mick,” Ian laughed, digging his fingers into Mickey’s ribs for a minute to make him laugh and run away.
“I hate that shit. You suck,” Mickey complained with a roll of his eyes, and Ian wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him into his side as they walked. It was too cold to be so far away from each other.
When they got back to Mickey’s house, they were glad to find that Yevgeny was already asleep. He wasn’t too much of a complainer, had only just begun to be one because he was teething. Ian put him down most of the time if he wasn’t working, so Svetlana could relax.
It was dark in the house, the only person awake being Svet, sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette while she watched TV. Mickey took his layers off in a rush while Ian took his time, wanting to drag this out a little.
“Hey, Svet… It’s kinda late, don’t you think?” Ian said, gravitating over to her much to Mickey’s dismay.
“Baby will wake up soon. Hurting gums,” She said simply. She looked pretty, her hair put up in a messy bun, tummy still going down from the surrogacy.
“I’ll get him next time, if you want,” Ian offered.
“You work. Sleep,” She kissed him on the cheek and ushered him to go away, so he went.
Mickey was standing leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, a little scowl on his face from having to wait. Ian knew how bad he wanted to be fucked.
“C’mon, grumpy,” Ian said simply, grabbing his hand to pull him into his room. “You’re so spoiled.”
“I’m spoiled?” Mickey scoffed, and Ian nodded and pushed him down into the bed.
“You gonna be a brat tonight because I made you wait?”
“Maybe,”
Ian had to become a brat tamer when he and Mickey started having sex, because Mickey was a bitchy bottom. He wanted to take it, but be in control and boss Ian around at the same time. Ian had learned over the years how to get him to submit.
Ian hummed and untied Mickey’s shoes and pulled them off, dragging it out on purpose.
“You’re going too god damn slow,” Mickey complained, groaning impatiently.
“Am I?” Ian raised an eyebrow, grabbing the bottom of Mickey’s shirt to lift it off of him, running a hand down his chest slowly until he came in contact with his belt, unbuckling it even slower.
Mickey’s eyebrows furrowed, breathing out harshly as Ian unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down. Mickey lifted his hips to help him, licking his lips in anticipation.
“You want me to take these off, baby?” Ian asked with a little coo in his voice, hooking a finger under the waistband of Mickey’s boxers and pulling, and then letting go and letting it snap against his pale skin.
“Fuck yeah, Gallagher,” Mickey panted, eyes beginning to hood as he got turned on again.
Ian pursed his lips a little and ghosted his fingers over Mickey’s cock through his boxers. “What’s the magic word?”
“Are you fucking serious?” Mickey sneered through his teeth, and Ian raised an eyebrow at him. He huffed, defeated. “Please.”
“Good boy,” Ian praised, sliding his boxers down and freeing his cock.
“Oh, yeah? Well, if I’m so good, then why don’t you hurry the fuck up and get on me?” Mickey complained, and Ian gave him a hard slap on the thigh, making him gasp and flinch away. “You fucking dick.”
Ian just hummed and stood up, bending over to untie his shoes slowly and pull them off. He teased at the bottom of his shirt a little while Mickey sat with his bottom lip between his teeth, fully naked on the bed while Ian was fully clothed.
“Think you deserve this?” Ian asked, lifting his shirt a little to reveal his v-line and abs.
“Yeah. Yes, please,” Mickey said, slowly falling into that headspace that Ian wanted him in. He was too tired from work to deal with bossy Mickey tonight.
Ian lifted his shirt over his head and took it off slowly, throwing it off to the side.
“Come on, man, you’re killing me,” Mickey whined, his plump lips pouting softly.
Ian smirked and beckoned him closer, so he’d be sitting on the edge of the bed. “Take ‘em off, but don’t go too fast or I'll make you stop. You hear me?”
Mickey nodded obediently, and brought his hands up to unbuckle Ian’s belt. He took his time, even though he really didn’t want to. He wanted to rip all the clothes off Ian’s body, but he’d come so far, he couldn’t backtrack now.
“That’s good, Mick. You like being good for me, huh?” Ian praised softly as Mickey slid his pants down to his thighs. Mickey nodded and Ian cupped his chin to make him look up at him, running his hand over his bottom lip slowly.
He reached around to grab a handful of Mickey’s hair and pulled him forward to shove his face into his crotch, making Mickey moan as his face was pressed into Ian’s hard cock through his boxers. He smelled so fucking good that Mickey could probably come just from this. He wanted nothing more than to have Ian fuck his face.
“You like that, huh, Mick? Like being all good and pliant for me?” Ian asked as Mickey brought his hands up to hold Ian’s thighs. “Put your mouth on me.”
Mickey immediately opened his mouth and licked over his cock through the fabric; he was already drooling from the smell, so it was no problem. The tip of Ian’s cock was making a wet spot on the front of his boxers as he leaked precome, so Mickey lapped at that and tried his best to wrap his lips around the head. He moaned to himself; he could get off on just this, putting his mouth on Ian. He’d always loved sucking his cock, couldn’t get enough of it being down his throat, opening him up as he gagged and cried.
Ian pulled him back roughly, “You’re so fucking filthy, Mickey.”
Mickey panted up at him, going pliant as Ian kept him in place by his hair with one hand, and pulled his boxers down with the other, his big cock springing free.
“I’m gonna fuck your face, and you’re gonna take it.” Ian stated. It wasn’t a question, he wasn’t asking Mickey whether or not he wanted to. He was telling Mickey that that was what he was going to do, and Mickey fucking loved it. Couldn’t get enough of it.
“Open.” He demanded, and Mickey let his lips fall open, tongue sticking out as Ian grabbed his cock in his free hand. He slapped the tip against Mickey’s tongue, and Mickey’s eyes almost rolled back. “Such a cockslut, Mick. Just can’t get enough.”
Mickey moaned softly as Ian fed him his cock, holding his head in two hands now as he pushed himself in. He looked down at Mickey as he rocked his hips, and Mickey’s eyes rolled back and slipped closed as Ian used his mouth, fucking the back of his throat and groaning softly. Mickey let himself be used, holding the back of Ian’s thighs and just taking it, his throat making filthy noises and his eyes watering.
“So fucking good, Mickey. Letting me use you like this. Fucking love you,” Ian sighed. He never really lasted too long when Mickey sucked him off, because over the years of having sex with Ian, he’d become a fucking pro. He knew exactly what Ian liked, and how to get him off fast. He knew Ian loved to fuck his throat, that it fueled all his wet dreams. He could always tell when Ian was getting close, and he could tell now, with how his hips were stuttering and his moans were becoming more high pitched.
Ian pulled out of his mouth roughly and breathed heavily, letting Mickey’s hair go. He kicked his pants the rest of the way off and picked Mickey up under his armpits and tossed him up the bed. Deep down Mickey loved to be slapped and thrown around. He loved to be held down and made to take it, and he knew that that was what was going to happen tonight.
“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, Mikhailo,” He said with a growl in his voice, climbing over Mickey.
Mickey instinctively spread his legs, and Ian hummed softly, retrieving the lube off the nightstand.
“You’re gonna come while I open you up,” He stated, covering three fingers in lube and pressing one to Mickey’s hole. “If you touch yourself, I’ll stop and we’ll go to bed. You hear me?”
“Fuck yeah,” Mickey sighed, and Ian pushed a finger in. Mickey let his eyes fall closed as he kept his body relaxed, wanting Ian to be able to get up to three fast and easy.
Mickey loved Ian’s dominant side, loved how he pressed a big hand to Mickey’s tummy and held him there so he could finger-fuck him good, pressing another finger in alongside the first and curling them upwards into his prostate.
“Fuck- right there, red. Feels so good,” Mickey groaned as his hands fisted the sheets, trying so hard to keep himself from wrapping his fingers around his throbbing cock.
He knew he could come untouched, had done it plenty of times. He just needed Ian to work him up to it, keep paying attention to that spot inside him.
“Poor baby,” Ian cooed, watching as Mickey squirmed and nearly cried with a mischievous grin on his face. “Come on, Mickey baby. Know you can do it.”
“Need more,” Mickey whined, pouting softly.
“More, huh?” Ian teased, sliding another finger in and using his thumb to press against Mickey’s perineum, milking his prostate.
“Fuck! Oh, shit, Ian-“ Mickey cried, his back arching off the bed. “Feels so good. M’so close.”
“Yeah? Need me to talk you through it?”
“Fuck yeah,” Mickey sighed.
“Look so good, Mick. You’re so pent up, I know you’re gonna come a lot. Gonna come for me, Mickey?”
Mickey nodded, his eyes shut tight and his eyebrows furrowed.
“What was that?”
“Yes! Fuck yes, I’m gonna come. So fucking close, Ian,”
“Come on, Mick. Come for me, baby. Make me proud-“
Mickey came with a shout, his back arching and his head pressing back in the pillows. His body shook violently and he spilled all over his perfect tummy. Ian could see tears spilling from his eyes, and he smiled. He was going to marry this man so hard.
“So fucking good, Mick. So good for me. I love you, baby,” Ian slid his fingers out carefully, leaning up to cup Mickey’s face in his hand, wiping his tears with his thumb and kissing him softly as Mickey whimpered into his mouth.
Ian knew he had him right where he wanted him when Mickey cried. Mickey wouldn’t fight back, would just do whatever Ian wanted and go completely pliant for Ian to give him what he needed.
“Need a break before we go again?” Ian asked, and Mickey laughed a little before shaking his head.
“Get in me, Gallagher,” He said softly, voice almost a whisper.
Ian kissed him once more before grabbing the lube again and slicking himself up. Mickey looked almost dazed, or under a spell as Ian got on top of him, lining up with his entrance. He looked up at Ian with his baby blues, and Ian had to lean down to kiss him again before pressing in.
Mickey gasped softly, biting his lip as Ian pressed in slowly, wanting Mickey to feel every inch of him. He held Mickey’s hips at the right angle so he could slide against his already abused prostate. Mickey moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut, his head tilting back.
“Want me to go easy on you since you just came?” Ian asked, and Mickey looked at him like he was stupid. That was all the answer he needed.
He pulled out to the tip and snapped his hips forward hard and fast, making Mickey choke on his spit.
He kept a relentless pace as Mickey basically laid there like a rag doll, completely pliant as Ian used him. Ian could see his cock hardening again, and he grabbed Mickey’s wrists and pinned them above his head. Mickey looked up at him with his eyes hooded, like he was on a completely other planet. His mouth hung open as he moaned wantonly, eyes rolling back and fluttering as Ian slammed his hips against him.
“Yeah… take it, Mick.” Ian babbled mindlessly. Seeing Mickey like this did something to him, made something primal come out of him. Seeing Mickey go stupid on his cock made him some type of crazy, made him want to stay like this forever, with Mickey in this trance, making him feel so good.
Mickey whines softly and leans his chin up, puckering his puffy lips pathetically to ask for a kiss. Ian smiled and slowed his thrusts to just a soft roll of his hips to lean down and kiss him effectively. Mickey put up no fight, just let his mouth hang open as Ian licked inside. Mickey moaned softly into his mouth, a soft cry leaving his lips as Ian bit his bottom lip.
Ian pulled back, but left a soft kiss on Mickey’s lips before he sat up completely and moved his hands to Mickey’s waist. Mickey’s hands stayed as Ian lifted him up to get his hips at the right angle and started his brutal thrusts up again. Mickey cried and let his head lull back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his breathing becoming quicker and shallow.
“Gonna come for me, again, Mick? Be a good boy, Mickey, and come for me,” Ian beckoned, nailing Mickey’s prostate dead-on.
Mickey was well past being able to speak, could only lay there and take it. His cock was leaking steadily onto his pale tummy, his skin and the precome almost the exact same color.
“Fuck,” Ian groaned, getting close, himself. Mickey opened his eyes and met Ian’s, his baby blues gazing into his.
“You close?” Ian asked, and Mickey nodded, his hands slowly moving to grasp onto Ian’s wrists, like his limbs were heavy and made of lead. “Be a good boy.”
Mickey whined softly, digging his nails into Ian’s skin. His breaths became quicker and his body screwed up tight as he came all over himself a second time. He wasn’t as loud as he’d been before, he moaned whiney and high pitched, his head turning to the side and pressing into the mattress.
Ian quickly let Mickey’s hips down and wrapped both hands around his throat, fucking him harder and chasing his own orgasm. Mickey just sat and took it, looking up at Ian with his eyes hooded and his mouth hanging open.
“Fucking love you, Mick. So good for me. Love you so much,”
Mickey sobbed softly, overstimulated, but loving how Ian was using him to get off. He didn’t care if he came or not at this moment, just wanted Ian to feel good and feel him come inside him. Tears slid down the sides of his face, but Ian knew he wasn’t hurting and didn’t want him to stop.
“Love you so much. Fuck-“ Ian groaned softly as he came inside Mickey, rocking his hips to ride it out.
As he came down, he let Mickey’s throat go and held himself up to catch his breath. Mickey sighed softly under him, his eyes fluttering as he fought to keep them open.
Ian pulled out as gently as he could, but Mickey still winced softly, his eyebrows pulling together. He watched as his come flowed out of Mickey, wanting nothing more than to lean down and lick it all up, but he knew Mickey was spent and too sensitive for that tonight.
“Gonna clean you up, okay?” Ian said, and got up to wet a rag in the bathroom, bringing it back to Mickey and wiping him clean of the come.
Mickey just sighed softly and laid with his eyes shut.
“You okay, baby?” Ian asked, cupping Mickey’s cheek and swiping his tears away with his thumb. Mickey nodded slowly, his eyes fluttering open to reveal his crystal blue eyes, the eyes that Ian loved so much. “Want some water?”
Mickey just nodded again, still so deep in that headspace, unable and honestly unwilling to speak.
Ian got up to pour him a glass of water with ice and brought it back to him. He helped him sit up, holding his waist so he wouldn’t fall over and held the glass up to his lips, willing him to drink. He needed to after all that crying.
When Mickey was done drinking, he laid him back down and settled down next to him. He knew Mickey would be like this for a while, would probably fall asleep like this, so he pulled the covers up over both of them and grabbed Mickey’s hand. Mickey sighed softly and leaned his head over on Ian’s shoulder.
“Love you,” He slurred, and Ian smiled softly, kissing the top of his head, his hair tickling Ian’s nose.
“Love you, too, Mick.”
He drifted off to sleep, exhausted after being on his feet all night at work, and the brutal fucking he just gave Mickey. He slept so heavy he didn’t move the whole night.
When he woke up, Mickey was gone. He pulled some boxers on and left the room to look for him. He found him sitting at the dinner table, sipping some coffee while Mandy made scrambled eggs.
“Smells good, girlfriend,” He said, coming up behind her and tickling his sides, making her squirm away and laugh. He turned to Mickey, who was looking at him over the rim of his mug, “Looking good, boyfriend.”
He strolled over and leaned down to give Mickey a little kiss.
“You guys fucking woke me up last night. Need to fucking learn how to control your volume,” Mandy groaned, turning around to give him that famous Milkovich sneer.
“Maybe you should’a joined. Could’ve had both Milkovich’s at the same time,”
“You’re gay, and incest is, like, morally wrong. Plus, if you fuck anyone but me, I’ll kill you.” Mickey commented, and Ian gripped his face, squishing his cheeks and making his lips pucker. He kissed him until Mickey pushed him away, a little flustered.
“Fucked you so good you couldn’t talk,”
Mickey went red down to his neck, and Ian chuckled a little and sat down beside him.
“You two need to learn to be quiet. Almost woke baby,” Svetlana said as she walked in with Yevgeny on her hip, wide awake and ready to eat. “Been so hard to get to sleep with sore gums.”
“We’ll keep that in mind next time,” Mickey snarked, and Svetlana came up and smacked him on the back of the head.
“Hey! What the-“ Svetlana pointed a finger in his face and raised her eyebrows and he rolled his eyes and shut up.
Ian just smiled and held his arms out to take Yev from Svetlana. “Sweet, Yevvy. Sorry for almost waking you,” Ian nuzzled his nose into Yevgeny’s blond hair.
Mickey pursed his lips softly and reached out to thumb over Yevgeny’s little fingers. Ian smiled at him and mouthed an I love you to him. Mickey just smiled and looked down at his lap.
Ian looked into Yevgeny’s eyes, blue like Mickey’s, and Yevgeny reached up to put his hand into Ian’s hair.
“Baby likes red, just like daddy,” Ian cooed, and Mickey rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Shut up, dickhead.”