Bisecting Triangles

                                    

                                          
It was just past dawn when Mickey blinked awake. He stared blearily at the ceiling and tried to get his bearings, finding himself in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar warmth spread across his body. It was Ian's arm, flung casually across Mickey's chest while Ian slept the sleep of the innocent. Mickey rubbed his hand over his face and slowly rolled away to sit on the edge of the bed. He looked back at the sound of Ian stirring and watched as Ian flipped onto his back and settled back into sleep.
                          
They had lost their minds last night, and in more ways than one. Mickey was still struggling to wrap his mind around it. Sleeping with Ian had been the absolutely dumbest thing he could have done and obviously it could never happen again...obviously. Mickey kept staring at Ian's sleeping form. Ian Gallagher had to be the most beautiful man alive, though that was still no excuse.
                          
What the hell had happened to him last night? He had never been rocked like that in his life—wondered if he ever would be again. He replayed the night and his body automatically began responding to the memory, making his brain switch gears. He reached over and trailed a finger down the length of Ian's torso and smiled as Ian shivered and twitched beneath his touch. He trailed the finger back up again and swiped his thumb across Ian's nipple. His smile hitched higher as Ian shivered again and softly mumbled Mickey's name in his sleep.
                          
"Damn straight," Mickey thought to himself before trying to shake the thought. Ian whispering his name in his sleep wasn't supposed to be sexy, it was dangerous. Still, it was hard to get his priorities straight. Ian naked and asleep was so hot it was bordering on obscene and Mickey's hand seemed to have a mind of its own.  He swept his hand over Ian's chest and down his abdomen, until he was stroking Ian's hardening cock and hearing Ian stutter his name as he surfaced from sleep.
                          
It was a fuck up, Mickey told himself even as he shifted towards Ian and nipped at his hip. The way Mickey figured it, said fuck up would officially end when he walked out the door, so why not make the most of it? Jesus, something really was wrong with him; Ian had messed him up somehow. He hated kissing, avoided sucking dick as much as it was possible, so what was it about Ian's lips that had Mickey hanging on to them as if they gave life? Why the fuck did he want to taste Ian so badly? He gave into the temptation and slowly popped the head of Ian's cock into his mouth, almost experimentally.
                          
Ian's reaction was immediate, even while half-asleep. His body bowed, arching into Mickey's mouth and his hand shot out to grab for the closest bit of Mickey he could. Emboldened by Ian's response, Mickey plunged further down the length of Ian's shaft, measuring him slowly to see how much he swallow down. He found his limit and slowly pulled back so he could plunge back down again with a little more speed and vigour. Ian was wide awake by then and shaking from the intense pleasure of it.
                          
"Back up," Mickey ordered hoarsely, and it took Ian a moment to make sense of the instruction. Mickey slapped at his thigh and Ian shuffled backwards against the pillows until he was sitting back against the headboard. With room at the end of the bed, Mickey settled between Ian's legs and got down to work.
                          
Ian hissed as Mickey sucked him down and he grabbed desperately for Mickey's hair with both hands. He moaned Mickey's name as the wet heat engulfed him and the blue eyes flicked up at him, assessing his reaction.
                          
Mickey couldn't believe how much this was turning him on. Ian was solid, huge and heavy in his mouth and he was fucking loving it. He loved the taste of him, the feel of Ian's hands tugging insistently in his hair and the broken sound of his name on Ian's lips. Mickey glanced up and was immediately entranced by Ian's flushed face, his ragged breathing and the green eyes burning into his. Mickey looked up frequently, even as he sucked harder and faster and flicked his tongue along the rock hard length. He hummed contentedly, and Ian's resultant shudder was powerful enough to rock him too. He could taste Ian's pre-come and he pulled back to slowly and deliberately lap at it, all the while keeping his eyes locked with Ian's.