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Lip strolled into the Gallagher living room as he hopped onto the couch. He hummed in happiness as he's finally able to study by himself without any interruptions from any of his siblings.
He seats himself comfortably into the couch before opening his book to do some homework on it. He internally cursed at the teacher who said that he might need to get himself a tutor on the subject. Okay, he was like a genius. Call him cocky, but everybody knows its true.
He was about to get to the next question when he heard a distant rustle from upstairs. He sighed at it, knowing what it was. You'd think with all that medication, his little brother might take it slow or something. But no, he has to bang that milkovich every fucking day. And yeah, he should've known better than to expect an empty house when there's ian and mickey in his life.
He quickly closed the book and got up from the couch. He reached for his book as he looked up the stairs when a moan suddenly erupted from there. He stood there for a few seconds as he felt that usual ache again before huffing and went out the back door.
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Ian huffed in contentment as he lay down on the bed, gazing at his lover's glowing after-sex skin beside him.
"Why don't chu take a picture, huh? It'll last longer." Mickey rolled his eyes at the obvious staring and started up a cigarette.
"Got one already." Ian replied, grinning. He couldn't help but grin at the memory. He took the picture a while ago. It was almost the same as now. Except that mickey was asleep at the time. He won't tell him that tho. He's not stupid.
"Of fucking course you got it. You're weird like that." Mickey tried to keep away the smile that's creeping up his cheeks but to avail, he broke out into a grin. He then leaned in to peck his Gallagher on the lips and got up from the bed. "Want something? Gonna go downstairs."
Ian nodded as he smiled at the kiss. Its a new thing between them. A new thing that he hopes will stay between them forever.
With that mickey nodded and went down the stairs. He doesn't even need to know what Ian wants cuz that orange fucker always wants the same things anyways.
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Downstairs, mickey was fishing out some stuff from the cabinets, hoping to find something to eat. He kept at it even when he heard the back door open, noting a Gallagher had come back.
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Lip froze in place as he stared at the sight. Not knowing what to do. He probably have two options here. Insult mickey or insult mickey. Or else he'll get find out.
"Lost your clothes, milkovich?" Lip tried to talk like always, imitating a usual venom in his voice when he speaks to someone he despise.
Mickey scowled at that and turned to glare at lip. "Fuck you, is the answer to that question."
Lip nearly smiled at that, so he turned it to a smirk instead. "No thanks. I'm not into it." He sighed internally at that ironic statement.
Mickey gave him the bird as he strolled back upstairs after he found the stuff he needed.
Lip kept on his facade until he heard a closed door. He huffed out a breath and tried to cool his heart and.. Fuck. He's a got a hard-on. Okay, now he needed to get rid of this. Great. Just fucking great.
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By the time mickey went back into his room, ian is already scribbling something into his notebook.
"Another set of ideas?" Mickey asked part out of curiosity and part out of routine lifestyle.
"Yeah. Just this idea about a game where we're all robots. And we try to invade the human race or something." Ian answered, still focusing on the notebook.
Mickey smiled at that. "Sounds good man. And here, your snacks and soda." He then went next to ian and dropped the stuff beside him. Ian in turned nodded and stopped writing in order to give mickey a kiss. Mickey bit his lips afterwards, keeping a grin in. Fuck, he just keeps going more gay by the day. He couldn't care less tho, cuz if Ian's the cause, well let's just think its a good cause. He then draped himself across the bed as he watched ian write. He's so lucky to have this beautiful ginger.
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Lip groaned quietly as he fasten his speed on his hands, feeling like he's going to cum at the familiar image in his mind. He kept muttering the forbidden name in whispers as he felt strings of white liquid across his thighs. Fuck, ian is so lucky to have him.