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Ian clears his throat and begins to talk. His voice is a little shaky because he’s never really told anyone but Lip about what went down with Kash.
“So um… when I was around 15, I started working there. I wasn’t aware on how I even got hired because I was just this scrawny kid but now… I understand why he wanted me there.”
Mickey had put the bowl of his spaghetti on the table in front of him. Facing Ian as to let him know he was paying attention to the story.
“So when I was there, it started off small. First it was him letting me take home extra food for my family. Then it was small gifts. I thought maybe he was just being nice. That was until the first time he touched me…” he takes a deep breath. “I knew I was you know, gay then so I thought it was okay because he was like me. So he would caress my hand, slide an arm across my waist, things like that… then one night, we were closing up shop and he starts feeling on my dick and me being that young, I’m a little confused but I get hard so he goes down on me…”
Mickey’s eyes widen at this because he’s picturing this grown fucker go down on Ian, who still looks like a middle schooler as a 17 year old so he could only imagine what a 15 year old Ian looked like. Rage bubbled in his chest but he didn’t want to scare Ian into not telling his recount so he keeps his emotions at bay and lets him continue.
“It felt good… it was probably due to the lack of experience i had at that age when it came to sex… but then after a while it escalated and he tried to top me… it hurt and I wanted him to stop but he just wouldn’t listen but at the time, I just assumed he was trying to show me what I might like. It took me a long time to realize he’d raped me but… yeah.” He pauses, blinking away the tears from his eyes.
“Ian, you dont have to keep going if you don’t want to.” Mickey says, placing a cautious hand on his shoulder.
“No Mick it’s okay, I’ve already come to terms with it, can I have some water though, throat’s getting kinda dry here.” He giggles and coughs.
“Yeah sure.” He smiles and goes to the kitchen to grab him and Ian bottles of water.
He gets back to the couch and hands Ian the bottle.
Ian takes a sip of the water, sighs and continues on.
“Anyways, after that happened I started topping him instead. It was what we both preferred so we did that until his wife caught us. That’s when I figured it was wrong so I tried to stop it… but he was so insistent that it was okay but I still wasn’t on board so I ended it. After I did that, I didn’t see him for a long time, then one day he came back but he had his face covered and he was with this older man. He went to the back, and when he walked out, i never saw him again… I found out from Linda that he faked his death. That was the real turning point in my realizing how awful of a person he was. But that’s in the past. I try not to dwell on it but seeing him today really triggered me.”
Mickey is staring at Ian. He doesn’t understand the emotions rumbling in his chest but he scoots over, so now him and Ian are arm to arm, leg to leg.
Ian is looking int mickey’s eyes and he takes the sudden change in proximity as an open and he smashes his lips against Mickey’s.
Mickey’s eyes widen again, he sits frozen for approximately 3 seconds before his brain sends the single to his lips to react.
He leans into Ian, wrapping a hand in his copper hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.
Ian is the first to pull back, looking at Mickey with a warm look in his eyes with a smile so wide it looks like it hurts.
Mickey is smiling back at him with a smiling grin.
“You wanna play some Mortal Combt? I bet I’ll chew your ass out” Mickey says with a cackle.
“You’re on Milkovich.”