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Ian was getting impatient. The man they were trying to load up into the rig was mouthing off to everyone. Being uncooperative and just generally annoying. It was too bad though, Ian thought he was hot as fuck, but the guy was obviously just a dick. The hot guy had gotten into a fight at the park, in broad daylight no less. Knife wound in this thigh, not the cleanest cut either. Black eye, cut on his eyebrow with a line of drying blood down his temple. Everyone walking by kept staring at the scen and he kept spouting unwanted commentary. ‘Fuck you lookin’ at, bitch?’ ‘Move along asshole!’ ‘My face looks a lot better off than your ugly ass!’ ‘Keep starin’ and I’ll shove my dick down your throat!’ Just to name a few. Ian had to give it to the guy though, it was pretty entertaining, however inappropriate he may be.
“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you again to calm down.” Ian sighed as he cut the mans pants to bandage up his leg. “And quit squirming so much.”
“Call me sir again and imma knock your teeth out. It’s Mickey, dickbreath.” He told his angrily.
“Dickbreath huh? Interesting last name. Or is that just preference?” Ian cocked a grin.
“You callin’ me a fag?” His eyebrows shooting skyward. He discretely looked around to see who might have been listening.
“Takes one to know one.” Ian joked. Looking at Mickeys murderous face, he could see the joke did not land. “I’m just messin’ with you, man. Chill the fuck out. Besides, gays can’t magically see all the other gays, as nice at it would be.” Ian finished taping up the gauze.
“Dude, shut your fuckin’ mouth.” Mickey was not having any of this shit. Talking about gay this and gay that out in the open. No way.
“Alright, lets get you in the rig.” He helped him up, letting him lean on him as he hopped his way to the ambulance.
Ian got him settled onto the gurney, buckling him in and grabbed his clip board. Sue spoke from the drivers seat. “All set, Gallagher?”
“Yep. Take the freeway, they’re doing construction and we’ll get stuck in that shit for days.”
“When are they not doing construction?” Sue added in equal annoyance.
“Hey, Gallagher? You got anything to take the edge off? Percs? Oxy? Maybe a little morphine?” Mickey asked wiggling his eyebrows? Then wincing from the pain of his cut.
“How about some ibuprofen?” Ian said with exaggerated excitement.
“Eh, fuck you man!” He said flipping him off. “I was stabbed for Christ’s sake!”
“Looks like it was a pretty small knife though. Toughen up buttercup!” He grinned and smacked his good leg.
“I know you didn’t just say that man.” Mickey shook his head looking disappointed. “I will kick your ass, do you even know who I am?”
“Mickey Milkovich. Grew up down the street from ya. Not scared of ya either.” Ian feigned disinterest. “Besides I kind of saved your life.”
“It’s just a little knife wound! I ain’t some bitch that needs your pansy ass to save me!” He tried putting on his best tough guy persona, not very easy stuck to a gurney.
“I thought it hurt so bad you needed morphine?” Ian eyes grew, he just caught the man.
“I ain’t ever said it hurt. I just asked for drugs, obviously. Why would I not ask you for drugs? He looked at him like he was an idiot.
“You’re a piece of work man.” Ian laughed.
The ambulance came to a stop. Sues weary voice filled the vehicle. “You’ve gotta be shitting me. Dammit, there’s a fucking semi flipped!”
“Can we back up out of here?” Ian asked taking a look out of the rear windows. “Doesn’t look like it.” He muttered. “Well at least he’s not life threatening.”
“Get cozy guys” she sighed. “So much for the freeway being faster.”
“Can’t ya turn on your fuckin’ siren and blow through all this shit?” Mickey whined.
“Yeah, I can’t drive through an overturned semi blocking all the lanes.” Sue spoke to him condescendingly.
“Just sit back and relax for awhile, let me get you that ibuprofen.” Ian told him.
“Shove your ibuprofen up your ass.” Mickey quipped, crossing his arms.
Deciding that it was going to be a long wait and this guy was going to be pissy the whole time, Ian gave in. “Fine. Here’s a couple Percocet for all your pain.” He handed two tablets over with a mini bottle of water. “You’re welcome.”
“I gotta thank you for doin’ your job?” Mickey punched out.
“Good Lord, can you just be a normal human being for 2 minutes and not a total asshole?”
“I don’t know, can I?” Mickey was sinking to elementary school antics, which he was not proud of.
Ian continued filling out the paperwork. Asking Mickey random questions about the incident and his health. Sue called in to disbatch, letting them know their situation. Once business was taken care of Sue brought out her phone to open Netflix. “Hope you guys don’t mind, I’m gonna get caught up on the new season of Orange is the New Black.”
“Just what I wanted.” Ian sighed, resting his head on the wall. “A bunch of lesbian sex noises in the background.”
“Shut up.” Sue barked. “Its not even...you know what, I’m not gonna explain it to a closed minded individual like yourself.”
“Yeah, don’t be closed minded, Gallagher.” Mickey chimed in, like teachers pet and giggled.
Ian rolled his eyes. Seems like the drugs are kicking in. Mickey actually looks kinda happy, a little loopy, but content.
The rig stayed relatively quiet for a while, only the sounds of prison rioting being heard. Putting the clipboard down, He was just doodling now, Ian rubbed his face and looked at his watch.
“Got somewhere to be, red?” Mickey asked with droopy eyelids.
“I was supposed to be off after bringing you in and I had plans.” Ian looked glum. “Fun plans.”
“Keepin’ you from gettin’ laid or somethin’?” Mickey teased.
“Yep.” Ian nodded. “As a matter of fact, I had a ‘sure thing’ lined up tonight.”
“Eh, I'm doin’ your ass a favor then!” Mickey exclaimed.
“How so?” Ian humored him, shifting a little.
“Keeping it from takin’ a pounding.” Mickey shrugged smiling.
Lowering his voice for privacy, Ian told him. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I do the pounding.” Ian stared him down. “So, no, you’re really not doing me any favors here.”
Mickey visibly swallowed. His cocked twitched. Ian noticed out of the corner of his eye, but didn’t let Mickey know that.
“I give it real good and hard, never had any complaints.” Ian went on, taking in the subtle change in breathing from his patient. “Well, sometimes I get complaints.”
“Yeah?” Mickey breathed out, unable to form a whole sentence. His mind was filled with images of the redhead fucking him now.
“Oh, yeah.” Ian shrugged innocently. “Sometimes guys say it’s too big and they can’t take it all. Nine inches can be a blessing and a curse.”
Mickeys dick grew even more. He shifted, trying to find relief without putting his hands on himself, but found none. Without his permission, a desperate whimper escaped his lips. He immediately looked horrified. Ian gave him a sly smile, bringing his pointer finger to his lips. Shhh....he was saying. Ian’s hands went for Mickeys belt, quickly undoing it and freeing his cock from his boxers. Mickeys eyes were huge as he gripped the sides of the gurney.
“What are you doing?” Mickeys hushed voice quivering.
“I’m gonna make you feel good, baby.” Ian said so lowly, Mickey had to read his lips.
Ian licked his palm and began tugging, his hand working up and down, twisting and rubbing. His grip strong and sure, his eyes fucking Mickey just as much as his hand was. Ian got to his knees and Mickeys gasped at was that implied. His breathing labored, but quiet.
Ian brought his mouth to the tip of Mickeys cock, darting his tongue out over the slit before taking the head into his mouth, giving a rough suck. Then engulfing the entire length without warning. Mickey let out a high pitched moan, he quickly put his fist to his mouth the muffle to sound.
Ian’s head bobbed up and down, up and down. Tongue swirling around his shaft, teeth lightly grazing. Mickeys free hand began clawing at Ian’s hair, unable to keep his legs from kicking about. He was going to cum, it was obvious. Ian sucked him down and held on as he felt Mickey empty into his throat.
Once Mickey was completely done and limp, Ian sat back up on the bench and buttoned Mickeys pants back up. He took a sip of water and adjusted his hard on shamelessly. Mickey looked at him, eyes large and then straight ahead, stunned by the events.
“Hey! They got a lane open!” Sue cheered. “Guess I gotta finish this episode later.”
“Awesome, I think I can still make my date.” Ian smiled cheekily and adjusted himself again when Mickey looked at him incredulously.
“Slut.” Mickey muttered with clenched teeth.
Ian’s eyes went dark, but held a hint of playfulness. He leaned in close, lips grazing Mickeys ear and whispered sweetly. “Don’t be mean baby boy, or daddy might not be so nice next time.”
Mickey swallowed and looked down to his lap. Well that awakened something interesting. He didn’t know how to respond. He had been scolded like a child and was now frozen in place, heart racing. This red head had him by the balls and he liked it.