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Ian glanced up from the article he was reading on his phone to gaze at Mickey over the kitchen table and smiled to himself.
His boyfriend was sitting next to Franny; His inky hair was still mussed from sleep, his eyes half open reflecting how tired he was from staying up late last night and now waking up so early to take Franny to school. He smiled as Mickey and Franny simultaneously took bites out of their cereal, they were discussing a classmate of hers who had invited her to a birthday party over their breakfast.
“Jasmine said that we would all go swimming in her pool and then watch Barbie movies that her mom has, the vintage ones.” Franny’s excitement was in every word as she told Mickey about the activities listed on the pink unicorn invitation in her hands.
“Sounds like a lot of fun Little Red.” Mickey mumbled; his voice half sleepy but his attention entirely on Franny.
“I’ve never been to a pool party before, have you Uncle Mickey?” Franny asked wiggling in her chair excitedly.
“Nope. I never got invited to parties as a kid.” Mickey grunted shoving another bite of cereal into his mouth. Ian noticed Mickey tugging his well-worn robe and pulling the fabric tighter around himself at the neck.
Ian felt a pang of sympathy for Mickey, it was hard enough being Frank and Monica’s kid, but he couldn’t begin to imagine being Terry Milkovich’s kid. At least other children invited Ian to things, everyone was always afraid to invite Mickey or Mandy to parties because of their dad.
“Well, you must’ve had some birthday parties with other kids, right?” Franny asked her mouth pulled down at the corners, her little brow furrowed, not understanding why someone wouldn’t invite her cool uncle to a party.
Mickey took a sip of his coffee before he answered with a shrug, “Nah, didn’t get to do that either.”
Franny looked disbelievingly at Ian, whose own brows were furrowed. Terry never even gave Mickey a fucking birthday party as a kid? Not that Terry was the most affectionate parental figure but shit, Frank at least threw a party when Ian was four.
“No parties?” Franny’s lower lip stuck out, her eyes becoming a little teary at the injustice her uncle had faced as a kid.
“Nope,” Mickey turned to look at Franny concerned hearing the little waver in her voice.
“Hey hey Little Red, it’s okay,” Mickey placed a hand on Franny’s back patting her gently. “Don’t feel bad. I didn’t wanna hang out with those assho- jerk kids anyway. More time for me to go and harass this stock boy at the corner store.” Mickey looked at Ian and winked a blue eye at him.
Ian chuckled remembering how Mickey would come into Kash and Grab and annoy the shit out of him, even while Ian crushed on him from afar. Back then anyway.
“You should’ve had birthday parties.” Franny said her voice still a little sad.
“Probably shoulda had a lot of things, but it’s okay. I got everything I want and need now.” Mickey smiled softly and ran his hand along the top of Franny’s head, tussling her hair.
“Now, tell me about this Jasmine kid, she nice to you?” Mickey asked raising a dark eyebrow at Franny.
Ian started to tune out as Franny told Mickey all about Jasmine, he looked back at his phone and looked at the date. August seventh, Mickey’s birthday was in a couple days, Ian had already purchased a present for him and hid it in his closet, they never really did much to celebrate birthdays, Mickey never wanted to make a big deal out of his. But now hearing about how it was never really celebrated he wanted to do more.
Ian sent a quick message to Kevin asking if he could use the Alibi Room as a party location, an idea beginning to form in his head.
Kev: Sry man Lana has it bookd for Anti-August sum about August being an evil month in Russia & its 2say fuck off 2 August
“Shit.” Ian muttered to himself putting his phone down on the table. He started thinking about different places around that could hold a party big enough for Mickey’s eclectic siblings, his family, and their few friends from the Alibi that would have enough room short notice.
He started cataloging in his mind of who to invite, what things he would need to decorate, where to pick up a cake, what kind of food Mickey might want there.
“Hey,” Mickey’s gentle voice drew him out of the blurred edges of his vision, and he blinked a couple of times. He looked over to Mickey who was looking at him with his eyebrows arched, “eat something or your meds are gonna make you feel like shit.” Mickey pushed a plate of jellied toast to Ian.
Ian watched the inky knuckles of the man he loved slide across the table, and he lifted a hand and placed them on top of Mickey’s.
Mickey smiled a half smile and let Ian’s touch stay in place as they continued to eat their breakfast.
“It’s almost time for school Little Red, go brush your teeth.” Mickey said to Franny jerking his head toward the bathroom.
Franny hopped up from her chair and bounded to the bathroom, watching her go Ian had an idea, “Hey Mick, I can uh, take her to school if you wanna get some more sleep. It’s not out of my way, and on my way back I can pick up a Redbox or something.” Ian offered trying not to let his idea paint itself on his face.
“Hell yeah, I’ll see you back in bed motherfucker.” Mickey laughed getting up from the chair, Ian scooted his chair away from the table and turned slightly.
Mickey started to pass Ian to head back upstairs but Ian gripped the sash of his robe and pulled him back. Mickey chuckled as Ian pulled him into the space that was between his thighs. Mickey standing over Ian, smirked wordlessly.
Ian’s large hands released the sash and gripped Mickey’s hips pulling him closer, “C’mere.” Ian murmured his green eyes half-lidded.
Mickey’s smirk melted into a smile as he bent down and cupped Ian’s face in his hands and leaned down, placing his lips against Ian’s giving him a kiss.
Ian smirked into the kiss as he felt a rise underneath Mickey’s robe begin to press against him as they kissed. Without detaching from one another Ian used his hands to rock Mickey against himself, causing the rise to become harder with the friction.
Mickey moaned into Ian’s mouth as his cock hardened against his lover’s hard torso.
“Goddammit Gallagher, you gotta do this shit at the breakfast table when Franny is about to come bounding in to go to school.” Mickey griped against the corner of Ian’s mouth as he pulled away to suck in some air.
Ian chuckled, “Have to make an impression, to make sure you’re awake when I get back.” His arms reached encircling Mickey’s waist and with his wide hands he gripped either cheek of the succulent ass hiding underneath Mickey’s robe.
Mickey made a humming in the back of his throat leaning forward even further, Ian’s hands massaging and gripping harder and harder. He slid himself onto Ian’s thigh that made the perfect seat for him, and he pulled Ian’s face closer to his own, placing his lips against Ian he drank him in as if he had been in the desert for millennia aching with thirst.
Ian pulled Mickey closer and began to pull an old move he would do at the Fairy Tale and rolled his torso in a gyrating thrust. His own dick hardening and desire pulsating through him. His cock twitched as Mickey groaned. He began to move his hips back and forth to get more relief in the throbbing he was beginning to feel.
“Do you guys ever stop kissing?” a small voice asked inquisitively.
“Fuck Franny!” Mickey yelped jumping off of Ian’s lap and a foot away from him to distance himself and try to minimize his erection.
“Oooh Uncle Mickey you swore.” Franny scolded with a mischievous smile pointing at Mickey accusingly.
Ian laughed as Mickey tried to angle his hips away from the fabric of his robe to keep Franny from seeing his dick at attention underneath.
“Tattletale.” Mickey muttered under his breath.
“Ready for school Franny?” Ian asked adjusting himself before rising from the chair he had been sitting in.
“Yep, bye Uncle Mickey, love you.” She blew him a kiss and hopped towards the front door.
Ian grinned as Mickey beamed at Franny, “Love you too Little Red have a good day at school!” Mickey called to her small retreating form.
Ian leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Mickey’s temple, “Be ready when I come back.” He smacked Mickey’s ass firmly gripping it one more time for good measure.
“Whatever you say tough guy.” Mickey grinned and swaggered towards the staircase.
Ian followed Franny out to the car and helped her get buckled into her car seat in the back, he hopped in the driver’s seat and headed towards Franny’s school.
On the way there he kept thinking of different places he could have for a party and he looked closely at the buildings he passed. He rolled his eyes at the abandoned buildings he saw, though they would be nostalgic they wouldn’t be very festive.
They passed several places that wouldn’t be horrible, then he saw the perfect place and his eyes lit up.
***
“Morning sleepyhead.” Ian murmured into Mickey’s neck pressing a kiss on his throat.
“Mmmm.” Mickey grumbled not wanting to wake up but smiling as Ian’s arms encircled him.
“We’ve slept in pretty late Mick, we’re going to be late.” Ian warned his tone fuzzy and love drunk.
“It’s not my fault you’re an insatiable caveman.” Mickey grumbled sitting up on the side of the bed rubbing his eyes, that failing to wake him up he grabbed the pack of cigarettes on the bedside table and lit one, waiting for the nicotine to wake him.
Ian chuckled from the bed and got up, he walked to the closet and pulled out some clothes for Mickey and himself, “Here, put these on.” Ian instructed already stripping his dirty night clothes.
“Late for what? And why the hell are you picking out my clothes like I’m Franny’s age?” Mickey’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion; his eyes still tired from sleep.
“You said you’d come with me to the Fairy Tale, they’re having a reunion of all us dancers for like a lunch thing.” Ian prattled on trying to keep the excitement out of his tone.
“Ugh, last thing I want to do today is hang out in fairy fag town with those geriatric queers and your old dancing twinks.” Mickey exhaled the drag he had taken on his cigarette and tossed the clothes Ian had picked out back at him.
“C’mon Mick you promised.” Ian guilt tripped him with a little whine in his voice, not far from sounding like his niece himself.
“When the fuck did I promise that?” Mickey protested his voice getting a hint of anger in it.
“Every night I’ve fucked you, you said anything I want, well this is what I want.” Ian’s voice was getting a more dominant tone as he locked eyes with Mickey whose nostrils were flaring.
“That’s taking it out of context, besides I don’t wanna do shit today.” Mickey’s eyebrow arched as if daring Ian to ask why today specifically he didn’t want to do anything.
“Out of context or not, you said anything I wanted, and that’s what I want. Today, now, get dressed.” Ian tossed the shirt at Mickey roughly.
“Not that anyone usually gives a fuck about today, but I figured at least you would.” Mickey muttered. Ian flinched, Mickey’s tone was low but that didn’t disguise the hurt that was there. Ian took a breath and braced himself for what he was going to say.
“What’s the big fucking deal? You sound like a whiny toddler who didn’t get a cookie. Just get the fuck up and get dressed you pussy.” Ian snapped before yanking the shirt he had grabbed for himself over his head and pulling it down.
“Yeah, right, what is the big deal.” Mickey sighed and began to pull his dirty clothes off.
Ian bit his lip and came over to where Mickey sat and placed a hand on his shoulder, “And don’t act like a grumpy asshole the whole time, be nice or be quiet.” He patted Mickey’s shoulder and turned before he cracked under the fakeness he was exuding.
“Fuck off.” Mickey muttered as Ian walked out of the bedroom.
“I’ll make coffee to perk us up before we go but hurry the fuck up.” Ian called behind him as he headed down the stairs.
As Ian started a pot of coffee he called his older brother who answered on the third ring, “Hey man everything ready?” Ian asked quietly listening for any descending footsteps.
“Yeah, just waiting for you two fuck heads.” Lip smarmed.
“Alright we’re about to leave, be there in a few.” Ian said unable to keep the smile off of his face.
He heard Mickey descending the stairs and poured a cup of coffee for each of them. He felt that familiar ricocheting heartbeat in his chest whenever he saw Mickey, it never got old, every time he laid eyes on him his heart would sputter in his chest.
“You clean up pretty good Milkovich.” Ian grinned raising an eyebrow appraising the outfit Mickey was wearing, a dark shirt under a denim jacket and old worn jeans. Nothing special about it, other than the man it was clothing.
Mickey flipped him the bird as he took a coffee mug out of Ian’s hand and took a drink out of it.
“Do we really have to go to homopalooza?” Mickey groused.
“It’s one lunch Mickey, you’d think that you could do just one fucking thing for me, be civil to other people for one fucking day.” Ian tried to keep his gaze icy hating the way he was talking to Mickey.
“Jesus Christ Ian, you’re acting like I don’t do shit for you, when in fact all I do is shit for you.” Mickey snapped his blue eyes steely brushing past Ian and pouring more coffee into his cup.
“Just quit bitching and let’s get the fuck there so we can hurry up and leave. God forbid you be any kind of social for an hour.” Ian’s voice was sharp.
“Are you on your fucking period or something? God, you’re acting like Mandy when she’s on the rag.” Mickey snapped shoving open the door and stomping down the porch steps.
Ian sighed heavily and followed Mickey to the car, he got in on the driver’s side and slammed the door shut.
“Let me know when we get there, I’m going to take a nap.” Mickey grumbled, wiggling in the seat with his arms crossed until he was comfortable and shut his eyes.
“You’re going to nap for a ten minute drive?” Ian asked with a laughed.
“No, I’m gonna sit here and continue this fucking sparkling conversation with you.” Mickey countered back giving Ian the finger.
“Fine whatever.” Ian muttered his amused smile not drifting from his lips.
Mickey true to his word nodded off and fell asleep before they were even halfway to the party. Ian parked really close to the entrance so Mickey wouldn’t see the sign and then shook his boyfriend awake.
“Mick c’mon we’re here.” Ian’s tone was gentle.
Mickey groaned but began unfolding himself from the seat and opening the passenger door.
Ian raised an eyebrow as he watched Mickey stretch and start sauntering to the entrance, wary that Mickey would see a sign that they weren’t at the Fairy Tale, but Mickey’s tired state kept a blanket of secrecy around them.
Ian jogged ahead of Mickey and opened the door and waved really big to the patrons of the establishment and he doubled back and held the door for Mickey who was now rubbing his eyes, his knuckle tattoos on full display.
“SURPRISE!”
Mickey jumped as a chorus of voices shouting, clapping, whistling and popping filled the air. Ian grinned broadly looking at Mickey as he took in their surroundings.
Mickey’s brothers and sister were front and center holding signs that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICKEY, SURPRISE FUCKER and one that Mandy held up featuring a heart. Flanked on either side of his siblings were his cousins, grinning wildly and popping off confetti party poppers letting the confetti rain down on Mickey. All of them a lot happier than Ian had ever frankly seen them beneath their constant gloomy looks.
Mixed with the Milkovich siblings the Gallagher clan blew into noisemakers and sprayed silly string at Mickey Franny laughing so hard she almost toppled over. Lip was whistling through his teeth in such an exaggerated way his face was beet red. Fiona and Debbie were aiming silly string at Mickey’s legs as they cheered for him painting his pants with blue and yellow goop, while Carl and Liam were trying to keep the birthday balloons in place as they whooped loudly.
Vee, Kevin, Amy, Gemma, Tommy, and Kermit were all sewn into the group raising glasses in cheers or throwing confetti and shooting silly string. The girls were throwing wads of confetti and sparkly glitter at Mickey, which was sticking to the silly string that Tommy and Kermit were spraying at Mickey’s head, which momentarily gave him wet purple noodle like curls hanging from his inky hair.
Ian looked to Mickey who was standing there with his mouth open in shock.
“What the fuck is this?” Mickey sputtered looking around at everyone in front of him before turning to look at Ian.
“Happy birthday Mick.” Ian murmured gently raising a hand to cup Mickey’s face, leaning down to kiss him.
Ian felt Mickey’s lips relax against his own before they pulled away, the smile radiating Mickey’s face brightened the room more than any of the brightly lit confetti and glitter strewn everywhere.
“So, I take it we aren’t going to the Fairy Tale? And that there was no party with your old coworkers?” Mickey asked his eyebrows arching high.
“Nope, just a ruse to get you here unsuspecting." Ian sighed, "I’m sorry about all the bullshit I said earlier, I just needed to keep you from being suspicious.” Ian murmured his hand resting on Mickey’s shoulder.
“Yeah, you were a real dick.” Mickey said with a laugh.
“I know, but hopefully this makes up for it, and the fact that I didn't mean a word of it.” Ian's eyebrows tilted upwards in apology. Mickey smiled and reached up on his tiptoes and pecked Ian on the lips, "We're square Gallagher." He murmured as he dwindled back down to his regular stance.
Mickey turned and smiled at all of his family and friends standing there feeling more loved than almost any other time in his life. The warmth of their love thrumming in his chest.
“Can we skate now?” Franny’s inquisitive voice found Mickey through all the decorations.
Mickey’s brow furrowed and he turned back to Ian who was grimacing, “Skate?”
“Franny, you spoiled the second surprise.” Debbie scolded.
Mickey’s eyes widened and he looked around the room closer, catching little details that he missed that had been coated with party decorations.
“We’re at the roller skate place?” Mickey asked his voice painted in what he hoped was suppressed glee.
“Wanted you to have a proper party, to make up for all the years you never got one.” Ian murmured to him, a blush creeping onto his face.
“Ian called all of us, and of course we came.” Mandy chimed in smiling at her older brother and glancing at Ian happily.
Mickey looked around, too stunned with feelings to form words for a moment, his eyes touched every person standing there with him, until he set them on a pair of green eyes, who had been looking at them the whole time.
“Th-thank you everyone.” Mickey’s voice wavered slightly, and he willed himself not to look like a tool and cry in front of his siblings.
“Well what are we all standing around for? Let’s get this party started!” Kevin hollered.
The little kids tore off to the counter to get skates and Kevin shot Mickey a wink before ushering everyone away from him and Ian.
Mickey looked up at Ian speechless, he reached up and cupped Ian’s face in his hands, running his thumb along his cheekbones.
“C’mon birthday boy, let’s go celebrate, they’ve got arcade games too and if I remember correctly I could still kick your ass at skee ball.” Ian hummed to Mickey wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug.
Mickey laughed and let Ian sling an arm over his shoulder and lead them to the counter where everyone else was waiting for skates.
Mickey and Ian stood in line at the counter to get a pair of skates that fit and then went over to the carpeted area by the entrance to the skating rink.
"I don't even know if I can skate, it's been, hell I don't even know how long." Mickey said as he laced the skates and tied the laces tight and looking at Ian.
"Well it shouldn't be too bad, if you need to we can get you one of the skate trainers." Ian nodded toward a kid in the rink that had a little rolling walker made out of PVC pipes.
Mickey laughed, "I don't think I'm that out of practice." He replied with a smirk.
Ian laughed and rose from the bench where he was putting his skates on, he was a bit wobbly on his wheels but he was able to stand properly. He grinned and reached his hands out to grasp Mickey's and help him up to his feet. Mickey was wobbling as he stood up and he gripped Ian's hands tightly, not wanting to fall on his ass. Once he was stabilized on his skates he lifted his gaze from the floor up to Ian.
"Let's see what you can do Milkovich." Ian smirked and carefully led Mickey to the skating rink.
Mickey was wobbly at first but he was determined not to spend the entirety of the time on his skates gripping the wall that surrounded the rink in terror. He gripped Ian's hand tightly and brought his other arm up for balance as they slowly made their way around the rink as he got his bearings. Though he knew Ian was laughing at him he was also helping him keep his cool, coaching him to not look at his feet and to keep looking upwards, eventually it was back to being second nature and he didn't have to grip Ian's hand as tightly as he had been. Even though he still kept his boyfriend's large freckly hand in his, for the romance more than the balancing help he provided.
"Uncle Mickey look at me!" Franny's familiar voice yelped behind him, Mickey turned to see Franny gliding past, her eyes terrified but her smile taking up her entire face.
"Way to go Little Red!" Mickey cheered and whistled as his niece continued to wheel by his side opting out of joining Amy and Gemma or her brothers as they skated around them.
"You're doing great kiddo!" Ian praised her as she skated in sync with him and Mickey. Franny smiled at Ian and then looked at Mickey, reaching up to take his free hand in hers. Surprised Mickey looked at her, "You okay Little Red? Do you need help with the skating?" He asked his brow a little furrowed.
"Nope." She said simply grinning a secret smile. Mickey's smile spread slowly across his face melting the worried look, he grasped Franny's small freckled hand in his and held it firmly and gently not wanting to hurt her. As the trio skated the rink Mickey felt like either his heart or his tear ducts were going to explode with the love he had for the two redheads on either side of him.
After several loops around the rink Mickey's legs were killing him, "Little Red I'm gonna have to call it quits for a little bit, why don't you go and play with the twins?" Mickey suggested nodding toward Amy and Gemma. Franny's nose scrunched up, but she let Mickey's hand loose and headed toward where the girls were skating with Veronica and Kevin, little skating cages to themselves.
"Fuck my legs are killing me, how about I whoop your ass in skee ball?" Mickey suggested to Ian giving his hand a squeeze.
"You fucking wish." Ian laughed leading them to the edge of the rink.
Once outside the rink the pair switched their skates for their regular shoes and ambled over to the arcade area of the building. The classic kinds of arcade games were there as well as some carnival-y ones. They glanced at the prizes lining the walls as they exchanged cash for tokens.
"Oh shit look at that frog!" Mickey pointed excitedly to a large stuffed frog with giant orange eyes.
Ian grimaced, "That's fucking scary looking."
"Whatever, I'm gonna win him." Mickey said determined taking the tokens from the clerk and heading towards the skee ball game.
"I'm gonna kick your ass at this Gallagher." Mickey chuckled feeding the tokens into the machine and gearing up, stretching his arms exaggeratedly smirking at Ian who rolled his eyes and laughed. Mickey grabbed the first ball in the shute and pulled his arm back. He brought it up and pulled it back several times aiming at the 1000 point hole before finally releasing it to roll up the landing only to land with a thunk in the 50 point hole.
Ian laughed, "What was that about whooping my ass?" he asked aiming his own ball and sinking it into the 1000 point hole.
"Just shut the fuck up and play the stupid game." Mickey grumbled, though playfulness sparkled in his eyes.
After playing several rounds of skee ball they migrated to the hoops game with the little basketball net. Ian grinned at Mickey and began to sink each basket into the hoop again and again and again.
"Fuckin show off." Mickey rolled his eyes reaching for a ball himself and then missing the hoop.
"What? I'm an expert at shooting into the hole." Ian said salaciously, licking his lips with a smirk.
Mickey rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah put up or shut up." He goaded raising an eyebrow. A flicker of surprise flashed on Ian's face followed by a flirtatious grin. He reached for Mickey's waist, his fingertips brushing along the sensitive nerves along his sides making him jump a little before Ian's long arms wrapped around him holding him, travelling up and down Mickey's strong back and up over his broad shoulders. Ian's hands snaked to the sides of Mickey's face and he cradled his head in place. Ian hungrily looked at Mickey's mouth, licking his lips and reading the lustful look in Mickey's eyes he latched himself to his plump lips.
Mickey's arms slid up Ian's shirt as he roved his palms over the contours of his torso, desire flaming in his blood, his cock twitching to life. Ian leaned into Mickey maneuvering him to step in the onto the side of the game so they would be hidden between it and the wall, his tongue flicking in his mouth hungrily dipping like a hummingbird searching for nectar. Mickey groaned into Ian's mouth and his hands reached up cupping Ian's face and pulling him closer, not able to get enough of his affections. Ian grunted and pulled Mickey's hips closer to his until they were pressed against one another, he then dipped his hands down sliding them under Mickey's waistband, long fingers travelling down the upper curves of Mickey's ass.
Mickey moaned and pulled Ian closer, angling himself to where he was balanced on Ian's bended knee, Ian began to rock his knee forward and backward as Mickey grunted between his legs, his dick was getting obscenely hard for being in a children's establishment. Mickey's throbbing member ached for release the more he rocked on Ian's leg.
Breaking for air Mickey looked over Ian's shoulder hungrily and saw the bathroom close by. He pushed against Ian's chest with his flat palms and pushed him towards the bathroom. Ian's brow furrowed at first before seeing where Mickey was pushing him and he laughed.
"Laugh it up Firecrotch, I don't wanna get arrested for public indecency and placed on an offender list." Mickey griped pushing open the bathroom door.
"Thank fuck." Mickey sighed, seeing that no one was in there he yanked Ian in behind him and locked the door, kicking the door stop under the crack for good measure.
He turned back around to see Ian standing there grinning, "Where were we?" His green eyes gleaming with mischief.
Mickey strode over to Ian crashing his lips against his he pushed him against the hand dryer wall and kissed him hungrily. Ian grunted and let his fingers thread through Mickey's hair as he pulled him closer, plunging his tongue deep into his mouth, swirling it against Mickey's. Mickey slid his hand down Ian's waistband and began to fondle Ian's cock, wanting to give him the pleasure that he was working hard for. Ian groaned as Mickey's palm slid up his shaft and gripped around him tightly.
"Fuck, wish these bathrooms had some goddam lube." Mickey grunted pulling his hand up and spitting into it to keep Ian from getting a friction burn.
"Bougie now huh? Spit's not good enough for you?" Ian chuckled his voice husky with desire.
Mickey grunted and wrapped his slick hand around Ian's dick causing a moan to emerge from his lips.
"That's what I thought smart guy." Mickey smirked as he began to grip and side his hand along Ian's cock. Ian bit his lower lip and cocked his knee letting Mickey straddle it and rock back and forth as he worked on Ian's cock until he felt the release in his hand.
Mickey grinned triumphantly and pulled his hand gingerly out from Ian's pants trying to keep his load from getting onto his pants. He looked up at Ian smiling smugly as Ian panted.
Ian looked up meeting Mickey's gaze with his own and gripped Mickey's shirt at the collar and pulled him against his lips hungrily, one hand pressing against his chest and pushing him backwards towards the countertop where the sink was. Mickey grunted as the counter pressed into his back, with one hand Ian undid Mickey's pants and tugged his pants down, and then pulled him closer to kiss him harder, tantalizing Mickey to groan. With one arm Ian gripped Mickey around his waist and lifted him onto the counter then dropped down to his knees and dipped his head down between Mickey's legs.
Mickey groaned as Ian's lips wrapped around his dick and began to bob up and down. Ian's tongue threading along his shaft and dancing along the tip.
"Fuck Gallagher." Mickey breathed, his fingers reaching to thread through Ian's fiery hair, his hips unable to keep from thrusting slightly.
Ian reached up with one hand and ran his fingertips along Mickey's chest and slowly down his torso looking for his hand. Finding it he held him gently as he continued to take his entirety in his mouth, slowly running his tongue along Mickey and tightening his lips around him. Mickey began to tense with a moan, Ian prepared himself just before Mickey expelled. Ian grinned as he took everything in his mouth, licking the end of Mickey's tip before lifting his head up and rising from his kneeled position.
Panting they looked at each other, Ian grinning widely and Mickey awestruck. Ian stepped into the space between Mickey's dangling legs and wrapped his arms around him, "Happy birthday." he murmured into his ear gently. Mickey made a happy humming noise in the back of his throat and raised his arms to Ian's face and framed Ian's face with them.
Looking into Ian's eyes, searching his face, he felt a warmth spreading from his chest and pulsating throughout himself. He pulled Ian's face closer and gave him a gentle kiss on his freckled lips, then wrapped his arms around Ian, holding him tenderly and close.
An insurmountable amount of time passed with the pair holding each other closely until someone knocked on the bathroom door. Realizing they had probably been missing for a long span of time Ian lifted Mickey off of the counter and let him pull his pants up while he washed his face and rinsed his mouth in the sink.
Mickey and Ian left, passing a waiting Tommy who raised an eyebrow at them but didn't say anything as he passed them to go to the urinal.
Ian and Mickey slipped back into the arcade and continued to play the games to mound up their ticket collection.
"I want that fuckin frog." Mickey muttered as he whacked the moles that popped out of the machine, taunting him with electronic chittering.
"It's kind of creepy looking." Ian said helping Mickey and whacking a mole that popped up on his side of the game.
"Fuck you." Mickey's crass reply made Ian smile.
In the end they had just enough tickets for Mickey to win the stuffed frog. He grinned as the clerk hooked the toy down and handed it to Mickey.
"Fuck yeah." he laughed gripping the frog and waggling it in Ian's face.
Ian jerked away from the offending amphibian as they made their way over to where the rest of the party was gathering.
"A frog! Where did you get him?" Franny chirped with joy as she saw Mickey's new companion rushing over to inspect the furry toy.
"Won him with my game tickets, his name iiiis... MacGoogles." Mickey blurted out letting Franny hold the frog.
"What the fuck? MacGoogles?" Ian protested looking at Mickey incredulously.
"You think of a better name? No then shut the fuck up." Mickey countered with a laugh as Franny handed the frog back and bounded away to see the twins.
Ian laughed as Mickey held the frog as his siblings came up to talk to him. Ian didn't want to intrude to he placed his hand on the small of Mickey's back reassuringly and walked over to where the refreshments were. He grabbed two beers, bringing one to Mickey, the other he took to a seat and sat down. Smiling as he watched Mickey having a good time.
Throughout the rest of party Ian watched as the joy never left Mickey’s face, that happiness lighting Mickey’s face was one that Ian wanted to remember forever.
“Time for cake!” Fiona hollered to gather everyone to the makeshift dining area that the skating rink had in the corner.
Everyone scrambled over and waited for Mickey to sit down in the center of it all, his face reddened as Ian and Fiona carried in an enormous chocolate sheet cake that had HAPPY BIRTHDAY written in yellow frosting and covered in a wildfire’s worth of candles.
“Holy shit, I’m only turning twenty-two!” Mickey yelped when he saw the cake.
“Go big or go home!” Mandy laughed clapping her hands excitedly.
“Alright everybody!” Ian shouted over the boisterous group, and he took a deep breath and started, “Happy birthday to you,” He sang as the others chimed in.
As the singing continued Ian and Fiona held the cake in front of Mickey, his blushing face illuminated by the candlelight as everyone surrounded him. Ian gazed at his boyfriend who was smiling so broadly he knew that his face was going to hurt later.
Mickey took a deep breath and tried to blow all the candles out in one blow, everyone cheered when he succeeded.
Ian and Fiona carried the cake to a table and Fiona began to slice it up and pass it around, as Ian helped, he heard Franny talking to Mickey, “Uncle Mickey, what did you wish for?”
Ian turned to glance over his shoulder at Mickey, curious to hear his wish.
“Little Red, you tell your wishes they don’t come true kid.” Mickey explained to a pouting Franny.
“But tell you what, if it comes true, I’ll tell you.” His gaze flitted up to Ian who smiled at him.
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“Where’s Franny?” Mickey asked looking around the reception party for his niece.
“Off dancing with Liam and Carl.” Ian waved a hand towards their niece and nephews.
“And you should be dancing with me you know Mr. Gallagher.” Ian crooned at Mickey his hands sliding up Mickey’s sides.
“Is that so Mr. Milkovich?” Mickey asked grinning at his husband, letting himself lean against him.
Ian hummed and rested his cheek against Mickey’s forehead as they swayed together to the music playing over the polka hall where they married, their family and friends around them singing along or dancing, the alcohol flowing freely.
As the song ended Mickey and Ian pulled apart, just as a little ginger flower girl ran by shrieking excitedly.
“Hey Franny wait a sec.” Mickey reaching for Franny’s shoulder.
She stopped abruptly at her uncles smiling and swirling her dress around while she stood in place while he crouched down to her level.
“Hey, Little Red, remember that birthday party of mine at the skating rink? And you asked what I wished for?” Mickey asked her gently tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Yes! Did it come true?!” She shrieked jumping up and down and clapping her hands together.
“Sure did.” Mickey murmured his eyes drifting upwards to Ian, who blushed as a smile painted his lips.
“What’d you wish for?” Franny asked curiously.
“I wished for your uncle Ian to marry me.” Mickey crooned softly rising from his crouched position and reaching for his husband.
“Ew, I’m gonna go sneak some cake!” Franny announced before tearing across the dance hall.
“So your wish came true huh?” Ian asked teasingly, his hands snaking their way up to either side of Mickey’s face.
“Shut the fuck up and kiss me.” Mickey chuckled, his own hands cradling Ian’s face.
Ian wrapped his arms around Mickey and pulled him close, their lips pressing together tightly.
Cheers and applause rang out through the dance hall as the newly wedded pair broke apart.
Ian and Mickey grinned at each other and turned towards their family, “Who’s ready for cake?” Mickey shouted earning more cheers.
Ian laughed and gripped his husbands’ hand in his, together they walked to their wedding cake, slicing it up for everyone.
While slicing it, Mickey thought back to that birthday and he felt tears welling in his eyes. He looked over at his husband and smiled, his wish had come true, and he was the happiest he had ever been in his life.