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Mickey had been waiting almost an hour for a job. He had been working at the Marriot downtown for the past year or so, one of only a handful of lucky taxi cab drivers who were based at their onsite rank. His business was seriously taking a hit due to the explosion of cheaper and more convenient options such as Uber or Lyft but he didn’t mind as he could charge a little more and usually picked up a certain type of clientele.

Most of his customers were quiet, professional and tipped well, usually because they used cards instead of cash and more often than not used cards related to expense accounts which he assumed they would write off or some shit. Either way they didn’t bother him with inane conversation, were clean and always paid without much of a fuss.

Obviously there were exceptions to the rule, the occasional drunk or coked out asshole who thought he could treat Mickey like shit because they were rich or privileged or whatever and as hard as it was he always just swallowed his pride and accepted their business with a fake ass smile plastered to his face. After all, common assault wasn’t really good for business.

He was seriously considering calling it a night and trying to make up for the slow night the following day when he saw a customer approach his cab.

“Fucking finally, ” he exhaled as he shifted up in his seat and attempted to look professional and alert.

“Hey,” the slurred voiced said as they climbed into the back seat clumsily.

Mickey noticed how tall and awkward the guy looked with his long limbs stretched out. That wasn’t all he noticed, he was also one of the palest mother fuckers he had ever seen, except for the scattering of freckles which adorned his skin. He also had the greenest eyes he had ever seen and bright copper red hair. He kind of looked like an alien, but an attractive one all the same.

“Where to?” he asked after a beat and noticed the guy staring out the window as if he had forgotten where he was.

“Oh yeah, shit,” the guy laughed loudly, this goofy and overly energetic laugh before giving Mickey the North Side address.

Mickey took off in silence like usual and glanced in his mirror to see the man staring at him with a smirk on his face. Fuck, not another drunk asshole who wants to talk crap or flirt with him.

“You look familiar,” the red head said breezily “did we hook up before or something”.

Mickey almost choked on air, “pretty sure I’d remember if we had” he said curtly.

“Hmmm,” the passenger continued to stare at him, “I’m Ian by the way, I’m an EMT….do you know what that is?” he paused and smiled, “you look smart so you probably do but just in case it’s an emergency first responder, people often mistake it for being a Paramedic but they’re not the same”. The red head laughed as if the mistake was the funniest thing ever and Mickey started to think this guy was crazy, like maybe he was about to become the next missing John Doe in Chicago.

Sure, it’s usually the other way around, a person gets picked up by a dodgy taxi driver never to be seen again but surely it can work the other way around right because this guy was not fucking normal. It wasn’t just that he talked too much without taking a single breath but he just decided to unleash all of this personal bullshit onto a complete stranger, I mean who even does that, it’s fucking weird man.

“Anyway I’m here for a conference, soooooo boring, bunch of awards and talks and shit, thankfully there was a free bar, score,” the man continued his verbal incontinence, “they had this cocktail, dunno what was in it but it was pink which I guess is kinda girly but it fucking tasted awesome so who gives a shit right……”

“Fuck man, are you high, like do you need a fucking doctor or some shit cos I don’t want to have to explain to the cops why some ginger giant OD’d on coke or whatever the fuck in the back of my car,” Mickey exclaimed having cut Ian off mid ramble.

“No man,” Ian chuckled in amusement “don’t do that shit, least not anymore, not since I quit dancing at the club, I mean can’t blame me right, how else was I supposed to grind up on wrinkly old pervs without something to get me going huh”

“The fuck!” Mickey sighed in disbelief.

“You say something blue eyes, sorry don’t know your name so I guess that’s what I’ll have to call you,” Ian shrugged with a smirk.

“It’s Mickey and you talk too much especially for someone who isn’t on drugs,” he mumbled while trying to concentrate on the road.

“Yeah I know, can’t help it, got a fucked up brain, makes me talk when I’m nervous or excited or anxious or sad or happy,” Ian laughed dryly, “just makes me talk I guess”.

“Probably fucking talk in your sleep too,” Mickey muttered grumpily, already done with this annoying talkative asshole.

“Dunno, have to ask my ex-boyfriends that….which would take a while,” Ian replied with a chuckle, “unless you’re ever lucky enough to sleep next to me”.

“The fuck, do you normally go around hitting on random strangers like this, for all you know I could be a raging homophobe who will stab you in the face for saying shit like that,” Mickey replied loudly, losing his cool and professional attitude temporarily.

“Suppose you could but it’s a risk I’m willing to take in the hope that you’re just a raging homo,” Ian smirked at him again while he shrugged his shoulders casually.

Despite himself Mickey felt his lips twitch but he forced the smile back and re focussed his eyes and mind on the journey ahead which hopefully shouldn’t be too much longer.

“Oh my god!” Ian exclaimed suddenly and Mickey almost swerved the car in his panic.

“What the fuck, what’s wrong?” he exclaimed, while turning around briefly in his seat.

“Nothing just saw a sign for McDonalds and I’d murder a big mac, yummmmmmm”

Ian made a drooling face that looked equal parts goofy and erotic.

“Are you fucking serious man, I could’ve fucking crashed, quit being such a loud annoying asshole,” Mickey said, realising he had totally lost any composure he had been clinging to.

“C'mon man, the drive through is just coming up. I’ll buy you one,” Ian pleaded with overly dramatic puppy dog eyes.

“Fuck no, I’m not a take away delivery guy I’m a cab driver, no stopping, sooner the better I get you home or whatever the sooner I can get rid of this nasty headache….oh and by headache I mean you Red,” he whined.

Ian looked at him with his mouth open before laughing loudly while holding his stomach, so loudly Mickey wanted to stop the car and drag him out. However despite his head being thoroughly annoyed by this guy the rest of his body didn’t seem to mind so much, as he felt his cheeks blush and his dick twitch. He might be alien looking but he was kind of beautiful when he laughed like that.

“God you’re adorably grumpy,” Ian replied when he had stopped laughing. “Cmon please, I need something to soak up this alcohol, you wouldn’t want to be responsible for me vomiting in my sleep and choking to death would you,” Ian smiled at him again with his cartoonish looking wide eyes.

“Christ fine, least with a burger in your mouth I can be guaranteed a few minutes of silence,” he muttered as he pulled over to the drive through entrance.

“I don’t know, I’ve had bigger things in my mouth than a burger and can usually still manage a few moans at least”.

Mickey made the mistake of locking eyes with Ian and felt his face burning. The fucker actually winked and licked his lips while gazing at him in the mirror.

“Just order you damn food asshole,” Mickey stuttered as he rolled down the electric window.

“Um yeah I’’ll have a large big mac meal, strawberry shake…no wait maybe chocolate….no actually strawberry….oooh ice cream…shit yeah gotta have one of those sundae things with the fudge sauce on top….ooh ooh and some of those jalapeño popper thingys….Mickey what you having….”

Mickey groaned and ran his hands down his face in exasperation at this red haired demon from hell.

“Don’t give a shit freckles, just finish up before I murder your ass and dump you in the lake”

Ian just rolled his eyes and giggled while ordering two of everything, which really irritated Mickey, like he had just threatened to murder him and he thinks it’s cute or some shit, what the actual fuck was wrong with this guy.

He decided to pull over into a space because a) the food smelled delicious and he really wanted to enjoy it and b) because he didn’t trust this goofy mother fucker to not spill food or milkshake all over his backseat if he continued to drive.

“Mmmmmm holy fuck that’s good,” Ian murmured and for some reason it sounded like sex noises and Mickey felt his dick twitch again, the little traitor. Well, not little, pretty damn big traitor.

“You really can’t shut the fuck up can you?” Mickey said but with a hint of humour. Maybe it was the food warming his belly or the feeling of being tired after a long day of work but he felt himself just admitting defeat and accepting this crazy ass red head. He figured he would be rid of him soon enough anyway so he just had to suck it up a bit longer.

“Nope,” Ian moaned again as he took another bite and Mickey was honestly going to shove it down his throat if he didn’t knock it off. The burger he meant obviously, shove the burger down his throat. Yup.

“Middle child, lots of siblings, kinda have to be loud to be heard you know,” Ian continued to chatter in between bites, “you’re not a big talker though huh, you kinda shy….no that doesn’t seem right….you seem kinda quietly confident…maybe a little bit cocky….or maybe not so much little….”

Ian paused and caught his eye again. Damn why did he keep looking up into the mirror, it was like he couldn’t stop himself looking at the ginger dick. Not that he was thinking about ginger dicks, nope, no way.

“You’re a bottom right?” Ian asked suddenly and Mickey started choking on a fry in shock.

“Shit,” Ian said while attempting to help him which he just waved off.

“Quit trying to choke me to death shithead,” Mickey exclaimed once he had recovered.

“Trust me Mick, if I was trying to choke you I would be careful enough not to kill you, you’re too pretty to die young”.

Mickey stared at Ian open mouthed and didn’t know what to say in response to that. Firstly he called him Mick which he strangely didn’t mind and secondly he had just called him pretty which he also didn’t seem to mind. However it was the suggestion of Ian choking him in a sexual way that was really kicking things off inside his body. Holy shit that image. He looked down at Ian’s large hands and then back up to his smug face before looking away in embarrassment.

Mickey was thrown entirely off kilter by this man. Sure he wasn’t in the closet anymore but he wasn’t exactly out either, in the sense that he didn’t flaunt his sexuality or advertise it. If he wanted to scratch an itch he sought out men, not the other way around. He didn’t do relationships or repeat hook ups, he kept things simple just the way he liked it.

The only issue however was that he couldn’t really bring up his preferred kinks during a hook up with a guy he had just met five minutes ago, mainly because he could scare them off but also because he couldn’t trust some drunk asshole he met in a dingy nightclub to respect his boundaries. So he would inevitably end up with a quick and mediocre vanilla type fuck, usually in an alley way, bathroom or car.

Funnily enough the longer Ian remained in his car the less crazy he seemed, annoying absolutely but more neurotic than crazy. In fact he was starting to think he was fucking endearing or even cute. Mostly though he thought he was smoking hot and there was something about his eyes that made him seem genuine and trust worthy. Plus he was a medic so surely he wasn’t some lunatic rapist or serial killer, right.

Mickey laughed to himself after realising he was silently talking himself into wanting to fuck a customer for the past five minutes. That was until Ian broke his train of thought.

“Shit, think that shake didn’t go down well,” he muttered while putting his hand over his mouth and looking concerned.

“No fucking way Red, don’t you dare,” Mickey shouted while lowering the window next to Ian and desperately trying to pull over.

Ian shook his head apologetically before attempting to puke out the window.

“You fucking kidding me asshole. Oh my god,” Mickey exclaimed as he finally brought the car to a stop.

“Oh fuck,” Ian moaned while wiping his mouth sloppily with the back of his hand.

“Jesus Christ,” Mickey groaned as he surveyed the damage to the inside and outside of his car door.

“Sorry Mick, guess the combination of pink cocktails and McDonalds wasn’t a good idea after all”.

“You fucking think genius,” he replied angrily, while attempting to calm himself before he became homicidal for real, “says here your address is just around the corner, yeah”

Ian nodded quietly which almost caused Mickey to laugh in amusement, sure, now he decides to be quiet after he maimed his car.

Mickey took off quickly and arrived at the destination in a matter of minutes. He noticed Ian looked sleepy and wobbly now and almost felt sympathy for him.

“Uh you ok from here?” he asked Ian softly while taking a look at the large apartment complex and wondering if Ian would make it inside in one piece.

“Uh yeah I’ll be fine,” Ian answered before promptly bending over and puking all over the perfectly manicured flower bed.

“Fucks sake,” Mickey muttered before making the decision to help the ginger giant get safely inside. Mickey wasn’t soft in the slightest but if Ian ended up raped or murdered he would feel at least a teeny bit guilty. So he found an available parking spot and walked over to Ian, who swatted his hand away.

“Am fucking fine,” Ian muttered which caused Mickey to smirk. The red head was the one feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable for a change.

“Course you are tough guy but seen as you look like your giant ass is about to collapse why don’t I help you get inside huh”

“You just want to get inside….so you can get inside….my pants,” Ian mumbled as he staggered off towards the main entrance.

Shit wasn’t food supposed to sober you up not make you more drunk, he thought to himself as he chuckled.

“You got a key freckles?” he asked as Ian was attempting to push the clearly closed doors open.

“Oh yeah fuck,” he muttered as he searched his pockets “aha”

Ian eventually got the door open and Mickey was about to leave him to it when Ian started to sit down in the lobby on the bottom step.

“This isn’t your apartment Red,” Mickey chuckled at the sleepy drunk red head before lifting his heavy ass up. “What floor?” he asked in the elevator.

“Um…..4^th….shit….no 5^th” Ian giggled and smiled up at him “you really do have the most beautiful blue eyes Mick”.

Mickey looked at him curiously and smiled back before the ping went off to signal they had stopped at Ian’s floor.

“Which number Red?” he asked as he continued to keep his arm around Ian’s waist.

“They all look the same,” Ian giggled which caused Mickey to sigh impatiently, “oh that one”

“You sure, here gimme your wallet,” Mickey asked and Ian just looked at him suggestively and wiggled his hips.

“Why don’t you just take it,” Ian teased, indicating to Mickey that the wallet was in his jeans pocket.

Mickey rolled his eyes before slipping his hand into his front pocket to take out the wallet. Shit he could definitely feel something and that something felt big. He checked the address quickly and found the right door, before helping Ian inside and onto his couch.

“You’re not a rapist or murderer, are you Mick,” Ian mumbled while closing his eyes as he sank into the couch.

“Nah don’t worry Ian, you’re safe….just get some sleep,” he found himself saying gently before taking the blanket that was thrown across the back of the couch and placing it over the man. He also grabbed a glass of water and a large bowl and set it down on the floor next to him before creeping outside.

“Thanks Mick,” he heard before closing the door with a smile on his face.

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“Fuuuuuck,” Ian groaned as he woke up, fully clothed on his couch with a spotty memory of last night’s events.

“The fuck,” he croaked as he took in the scene including the water glass and the bowl before some memories came rushing back.

“Oh no…. I didn’t,” he sighed as he vaguely recalled puking in the back of some poor taxi driver’s car. Then he recalled blue eyes and a beautiful pink mouth before realising that the same man had helped him get home safely, even after he had been acting like such a drunk asshole. He hadn’t even drank that much but he had too many, especially with his meds.

He didn’t usually drink much at all but he had run into an ex, Ned who was there with his wife and things had been weird to say the least. He had met Ned when he was 17 and working in a gay nightclub. At first it was just lap dances before it became blow jobs in the back room and then a full blown affair. He was old enough to be his dad or maybe even his granddad but he was still attractive and he had showered Ian with attention which he craved at the time. He wined and dined him but Ian was still his dirty little secret and eventually Ian had broken things off, well once he became medicated and stable again.

Ned kept calling and showing up at the club until he eventually got barred and it was kind of pathetic, so seeing him here with his wife while practically ignoring Ian like nothing had ever happened had unexpectedly caused a sour reaction inside him. He shouldn’t have felt anything but he did and ended up trying to make himself feel better by drinking girly cocktails at the free bar while eye fucking the waiters.

When he didn’t see himself becoming lucky he had decided to grab a cab and head home and well, that’s how he had ended up in this situation he figured.

He immediately felt bad for the guy who should’ve just thrown Ian out but instead was kind and decent. He wondered was there a way he could pay him back, for cleaning costs at least. Ian blushed in embarrassment. He wasn’t great at first impressions when sober but this one had been an absolute shit show.

A few hours later when Ian had started to feel somewhat human again he found himself walking towards the Marriot Hotel. Maybe this was a bad idea he thought, the guy already thinks you’re a weirdo or an asshole, probably both. Surely this is going to look creepy as fuck. He attempted to abort mission and turn back around when he heard a voice call his name.

“Ian,” Mickey called out as he stood next to his cab having a smoke, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Uh yeah, hi,” Ian mumbled and felt his cheeks turn pink “wasn’t sure you’d be here”.

“You came here looking for me?” Mickey asked, his voice sounding nervous but curious.

“Yeah, shit I felt bad about last night, especially about the puking, wanted to I dunno offer to pay for the clean-up or whatever,” he stuttered.

Mickey regarded him with a strange sort of half smirk on his face while thumbing his bottom lip, something that was entirely engaging to watch.

“Was nothing Red, you had good aim for a drunk guy, got it cleaned up in a jiffy,” the blue eyed man replied.

Ian felt himself flutter inside at the nickname Mickey was calling him, it sounded strangely familiar and affectionate.

“Ok well if you’re sure,” Ian said quietly while he felt himself hover awkwardly. He knew he had no reason to linger but he felt the urge to, “maybe I could buy you a coffee or something instead then, to say thanks for being so decent”.

Mickey looked away briefly before locking eyes with him again, “I’m kinda working here” he said causing Ian to feel a bit disappointed and he knew he wasn’t hiding it well on his face.

“Course yeah, sorry, I should uh leave you to it,” Ian mumbled as he gave a sort of half wave.

“Fuck it, wait,” Mickey said a moment later as he was walking away, “slow night anyway”.

Mickey smirked before nodding to his car, indicating for Ian to climb in.

“The fuck you doing Red,” he exclaimed as Ian climbed into the passenger seat next to him.

“Well I’m not really a customer now, am I,” he stammered, perplexed as to why Mickey was so offended.

Mickey seemed to think his point over and thumbed his lip again, “fine but keep your hands to yourself”

“I’ll try my best Mick,” he replied with a smirk, “where we going anyway”

“Diner a few blocks over, best cheeseburger you’ll ever eat in your life, just try not to puke this one up again”

Mickey grinned at him and Ian felt that flutter again, he knew he remembered him being attractive but this was on another level, he was ridiculously hot.

“Fuck you, uh, can’t believe you saw me puke, not my finest hour,” Ian grumbled while shaking his head.

“We’ve all been there Red, if it’s any consolation the puking was the least annoying thing you did”

“How is that a consolation, oh my god,” Ian blushed again and Mickey chuckled which caused him to chuckle back.

They pulled up to the diner and found a window booth inside. Mickey insisted he try their cheese burger so he ordered one along with sweet potato fries.

“Man how can you order them, they’re not even real fries, they’re an abomination,” Mickey joked dramatically while rolling his eyes.

“They are not, they are pretty tasty actually and better for you,” he pouted jokingly.

“I don’t think the fat that they are fried in would agree with you,” Mickey quipped and Ian found himself laughing comfortably again.

“So you’re an EMT huh….not a paramedic,” Mickey broke the silence a minute later.

Ian laughed lightly, “oh god, did I go on about the whole EMT versus Paramedic thing”

“Not for long, you seemed in a hurry to burn through as many topics as possible in the half hour journey”

“Shit,” he laughed, “sorry bout that, I have a habit of rambling on when I’m drunk, well sometimes when I’m not drunk too”

“Yeah you mentioned something about a fucked up brain and being a middle child,” Mickey replied softly while glancing at him briefly.

“Fuck, I did didn’t I,” he sighed and chastised his drunk self for being such an over sharing idiot. “I mean it’s true, I have something called bipolar disease and I take medication for it which helps keep me stable but I shouldn’t drink much or at all really….and yeah I am the stereotypical ignored and forgotten middle child”

“That’s like manic depression or whatever,” Mickey asked him quietly.

“Kinda, except it’s not just lows its highs too, extreme lows and extreme highs, if I didn’t take the meds I’d be fucking nuts, like proper crazy”.

“Jesus and I thought you were kinda crazy last night,” Mickey teased and Ian actually found himself laughing at the unusual response to his honesty.

“Cmon man, I wasn’t that bad was I?” he asked jokingly.

Mickey locked eyes with him for a brief second, “Nah Red, you weren’t that bad, trust me I’ve had way worse customers than you”.

“Really, what was the worst one?”

“Had this fare to the airport during rush hour and we were stuck in traffic….he was having phone sex the entire trip with what I assume was a mistress and not his wife, wasn’t even hot, just weird and gross,” Mickey chuckled at the memory while he tucked into his food which had just been delivered by the waitress.

“Wait he was just openly having phone sex in front of you?”

“No, he was speaking Ukrainian, obviously wasn’t expecting me to speak it too,” he raised his eyebrow and Ian laughed in amusement.

“Oh you’re Ukrainian?” he asked in surprise.

“American Red,” Mickey teased which caused Ian to flip him off “but yeah Milkovich, family tree is Ukranian or whatever, learned the language from my mom when I was a kid”

“That’s kinda cool Mick,” Ian said genuinely, “so the phone sex, why was it weird or gross”

“Course that’s what your more interested in Red,” Mickey joked in response.

“You brought it up man, I need the details c'mon”

“Fuck,” Mickey actually blushed before he spoke which caused Ian’s ears to prick up more, “the guy was clearly into weird shit like feet and armpits, was talking about wanting to lick her hairy pits and suck her toes…then he was all like ohhh fuck my mouth with those feet bitch”

Ian started to choke on his burger and felt eyes from the next booth staring over at them in disgust.

“The fuck Mick, you’re shitting me, you’re messing with me right,” he said in a hushed voice.

Mickey held up his hands, “swear, some people just like weird shit I guess. I mean whatever you’re into and all that, just don’t want to listen to it when I’m working,” he chuckled.

“Yeah I guess that’s true. Back when I was dancing at the club I used to have guys say weird shit to me all the time. Sometimes it’s the quietest ones are the worst”.

“Oh yeah, you told me you were a stripper last night,” Mickey laughed but eyed Ian intensely, “bet the old wrinkly pervs loved you Red”

“Was a stripper Mick….dancer….whatever…was years ago…before I got myself stable….needed the money and well the attention too I guess,” he trailed off.

“Hey I’m not judging Ian, we gotta do what we gotta do to survive sometimes….so what kinda shit did the old pervs say to you anyway,” Mickey chuckled and Ian appreciated the change of direction in the conversation.

“One guy offered to pay me to slap him around a bit while calling him Shirley, no fucking idea what that was about,” he laughed hard and Mickey gawked at him with his mouth open, “another one wanted me to just hold him while he cried on my shoulder, which didn’t seem that weird until he made it clear he wanted me to jerk him off while he sobbed all down my chest, the tears turned him on I guess”

“The actual fuck” Mickey exclaimed.

“Lots of the usual kinky shit aswell, bdsm, humiliation, spanking, even a baby role play one”

“Do I even want to ask,” Mickey raised his eyebrow at Ian nervously.

“Basically he would be dressed up like a baby and I would have to play mommy, nurture him or some shit”.

“Just when I think I’ve heard it all Red,” Mickey replied with a shake of his head. “You weren’t tempted by any of these charming offers then”

“Fuck off, I wasn’t that crazy Mick”

“Crazy what some people are into though huh” Mickey mumbled as he finished his food and wiped his mouth.

“What are you into?” Ian found himself asking.

Mickey studied his face for a moment and didn’t look as shocked as Ian had expected him to be.

“I’ll give you a hint Red, you mentioned it last night,” Mickey teased as he nabbed one of his sweet potato fries and shrugged as if to say “they’re not bad”.

“Oh cmon, I mentioned a lot of shit last night, fucking tease”

“You implied you knew how to do it correctly….and safely….”

Mickey smirked at him and he instantly felt his cock twitch. Then he felt it start to grow hard as he remembered what he had said.

“Holy fuck!” he exclaimed causing a few heads to turn in his direction.

“Mick….shit….” he murmured, feeling his body react to the image of his hands around Mickey’s throat as he fucked into him, “you are a bottom, fucking knew it”.

“Say it louder Red, don’t think the old guy down the back heard you,” Mickey replied in a hushed and sarcastic voice.

“Oh no one gives a shit Mick….well except me,” Ian chuckled.

Mickey eyed him with a deliciously cheeky smirk on his face before he called the waitress over and promptly paid the bill.

“Hang on, I was supposed to pay you back” Ian said as he watched Mickey stand up as if to leave.

“You can pay me back in the car Red,” Mickey replied before strutting off towards the door.

Ian sat staring for a moment, not really sure what was going on.

“You coming or not Ian”

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“Fuck Mick is this really happening” Ian asked as they kissed and grabbed at each other’s clothes in the back seat of the cab, which was parked in a solitary spot in a dark and deserted underground car park.

“What’s it look like Red,” Mickey asked impatiently while grabbing Ian’s hand and shoving it inside his boxers.

“Looks like I’m gonna fuck your brains out Mick,” Ian replied before clashing their mouths together again. Mickey wasn’t normally big on kissing or foreplay in general but kissing Ian felt as natural as breathing, just way hotter obviously.

“Shit, I don’t have anything in the cab,” he muttered in frustration, in disbelief that this wasn’t going to happen now. He never really did shit like this, propositioned some guy he knew five minutes while utterly sober and especially not to invite them to fuck in his cab. But looking down at Ian’s flushed cheeks, pink swollen lips and wide expressive eyes he had never wanted anyone more. Especially now that he felt how big Ian’s hard cock was, as it continued to rub against him.

“Oh wait!” Ian exclaimed as he grabbed his wallet out of his discarded jeans “yes”

Mickey sighed in relief as Ian pulled out a single condom and single packet of lube.

“Someone was trying to get lucky last night huh,” Mickey teased while he discarded the last of his clothes and helped Ian with his remaining items.

“Who says I didn’t,” Ian replied as he cocked his head at Mickey before leaning in and kissing him slower this time, allowing his hands to run up the back of his head while his tongue ran over his bottom lip.

“Fuck,” he sighed onto Ian’s lips before taking him in his hand, “Christ you're big Red”

Ian chuckled and then moaned as Mickey tugged him harder, “you gonna play with me all night Mick or want me to fuck you”

Mickey didn’t even respond with words he threw the lube at Ian who smirked as he opened it and smeared some on his fingers. Mickey, who was sitting in Ian’s lap, gasped as Ian opened him up, one finger at a time.

“Shit you’re so tight,” Ian hissed as he kissed and sucked on Mickey’s neck, dragging a loud groan out of him. He was so turned on he wasn’t even embarrassed at how needy and vocal he was being.

“Alright, enough chit chat Red, get on me already,” he grumbled as he felt himself getting impatient.

“Such a needy little bottom Mick,” Ian teased before slapping his ass hard causing him to moan and his dick to jump, leaking pre cum between them. “Need a taste of your cock before I bury mine in your ass”

With that Ian threw Mickey down on the back seat and engulfed his cock in his warm mouth and Mickey felt like he had honestly died and gone to heaven.

“Christ Ian,” he groaned, at the feeling that was coming over him. Ian was sucking him off while retaining eye contact and he was moaning onto Mickey’s dick in the process, which sent vibrations shooting up his dick.

“Gotta say, I think I found a way to finally get you to shut up Red,” Mickey teased which caused Ian to laugh and Mickey almost came from the sensation of it, “fuck fuck stop or I’m gonna cum”

Ian chuckled before pulling him back up onto his lap while he rolled on the condom and used the last of the lube.

“Think I found a way to shut you up too Mick,” Ian purred before burying himself inside Mickey just like he promised, taking away his breathe and sure enough, causing him to be rendered speechless.

“You ok Mick, kinda gone quiet on me,” Ian asked with a teasing and smug laugh.

“Fuck you asshole….ugh,” Mickey found himself interrupted as Ian pulled out and then slammed back into him.

“Like that huh” Ian murmured into his ear and held him tight as he thrust up and rolled his hips.

“Shit Ian,” he moaned as the red head brushed up past that sweet spot.

“Yeah that’s what I thought,” Ian whispered before running his lips along his neck and down onto his collarbone, sucking and licking as he went. Mickey felt himself pushing down harder onto his lap, desperate to meet his thrusts.

“Never felt this full before,” he stammered as he started to get close and lose control.

Ian growled, actually growled, before he spoke, “turn around”.

The bossy tone of Ian’s voice almost caused him to explode before he hopped up quickly and reversed his position so his back was against Ian’s chest. Ian started pounding into him now, his moans even louder than Mickey’s.

He felt Ian’s hand grip his hip tightly while the other now gripped his throat, not too tight to hurt but just enough to make it interesting. It meant that Ian’s mouth was near his ear and he sucked that spot just below his ear while saying filthy things as he punished his ass with his huge cock.

“This is what you wanted Mick wasn’t it….my cock in your ass….my lips on your skin….my hand on your throat….you love it don’t you,” Ian’s voice sent shivers down his spine, all the way into the head of his cock which was about to blow any second.

“Fuck yeah I do Ian, want it all….” He panted and felt Ian slam into his prostate one more time before Ian grunted and bit down on his shoulder, causing them both to cry out as the came together.

“Holy shit Mick,” Ian whispered into his ear as neither man had yet moved.

Mickey just sighed and unexpectedly felt himself nuzzle his head into Ian’s cheek, as he closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath again. They sat like that another minute or two until Ian was fully soft again and finally slipped out.

“The fucking mess,” he muttered with a dry laugh causing Ian to chuckle in return.

“You sure you don’t want me to help pay the clean up this time,” Ian joked.

“Nah you can pay it next time Red”

“Next time huh,” Ian smirked as he pulled Mickey in for a sweet kiss.

“Damn straight Ian, that shit is definitely happening again”

“Is that right Mick, falling in love with my cock already huh,” Ian said with a chuckle in between kisses.

“Something like that,” he teased while taking in Ian’s face and feeling a fluttering sensation deep in his gut.

“Guess you don’t regret picking me up last night after all,” Ian asked while locking eyes with him and stroking his cheek gently.

“You’re still annoying and talk too much,” he replied while raising his eyebrow and smirking at Ian.

“Is that right,” Ian said while throwing him roughly down on the seat again and pinning his arms above his head, “well you’ve still got a smart mouth and a bratty attitude”.

“Yeah and what you gonna do about it Red?” he grinned while rutting up against Ian.

“Just you wait and see Mick”.