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Ian's got time to rub one out. Under the bleachers is a perfect hiding spot; his hand is warm and firm as he tugs his cock. He was almost ready to bust when... “Lookie what we got here!”
Ian startles, quickly shoving his dick back into his boxers and tugging up his jeans. Fucking teachers! He should’ve known he would get caught. Only it wasn’t a teacher; it was Mickey… surprising Ian, who can't hide the fond smile on his face or the hard-on in his pants. “Mickey? I thought you were still in Juvie.”
Smug thug, Mickey grins like the Cheshire Cat. “Not anymore.” He eyes Ian up and down, licking his lips when he sees the bulge in the ginger's pants. “Do you have any fuck left in you, or did you waste it all on your hand?”
Ian grins. God, he missed Mickey! He follows the thug, tugging his dick out of his pants as Mickey bends over the bleacher rail, jeans down and ass on display.
A little bit of spit and a quick finger fuck was all the prep he needed. Ian sinks into Mickey, inch by inch, the thickness spreading Mickey open for the first time in months; he had to do all the fucking in Juvie, otherwise he would end up someone's bitch.
Ian slams his hips forwards hard, fucking Mick open with one sharp thrust. Mickey is already fucking himself on Ian's dick before Ian can take hold of his hips and start grinding, like Mick just couldn't wait for Ian to fuck him. Ian’s rigid cock drove into Mickey as Mickey’s breathing hitched every time Ian sank his cock into the wet heat of his body.
It's good, but Ian is being a prick and is purposely hitting at the wrong angle to make Mickey hard but not giving him enough to get off—he is such a damn naughty tease! Mickey moans as he penetrates, loving how thick his stud is to fully fill him, and his hole clings tight to his flesh as he makes the neediest moans. Ian pulled out suddenly and then rammed the full thick nine inches back into Mickey, and Mickey grunts and moans, feeling so close to coming he thought he was going to bust a nut.
Ian's hips stutter for only a split second, his dick throbbing inside Mickey, then he's going hard, fucking into the tight heat surrounding his cock, and soon Mickey was panting Ian's name as he fists his cock, Ian's freckled cheeks warming rosy red as his entire body quivered. Just as Mickey was about to come, Ian—the smug asshole—slows down and just grinds leisurely, moving with enough pleasure to keep Mickey achingly hard but not let him come. Mickey whines, feeling the pressure in his balls getting the best of him.
“Fuck, let me come already.” Ian's thickness was buried to the hilt inside the heat of Mickey's body. Ian's hands tighten on Mickey's hips, and he begins a quicker, deep pace, and every slide in and out, the head of his dick catching the wet rim, makes Mickey arch his back and moan passionately. Ian starts to jackhammer his cock with all his might in and out of Mickey; he misses Mickey and had jerked off countless times to the memory of how good Mick felt. Now that he has Mickey back, he has lost all self-control.
Mickey was moaning over and over, a bit too loud; they were going to get caught. Ian presses his hand to Mickey's mouth to muffle his sound as he fucks Mickey. Ian is gentle at first, slowly pushing forward to inch his thick, hard flesh into Mickey, earning him a series of moans and gasps.
He pressed forward until his balls rested against Mickey's ass, and the wet, warm flesh quickly clamped down on him, squeezing tightly as Mickey groaned. Ian gives a teasing thrust, pulling all the way out only to bury all of his cock deep inside Mickey, and Mickey lets out an ecstatic moan, already shaking with pleasure. He is going to die of blue balls if Ian doesn’t hurry up!
But then Ian goes for it, pumping his hips as quick as he can and keeping rutting until he gets right to the edge when his hips have no rhythm, just harsh thrusts into the heat of Mickey's body.
The sound of Ian's balls slapping against Mickey's ass is obscenely loud, but Ian doesn't give a shit. It was over faster than Ian would have liked, but to be fair, he was ready to bust a nut when Mickey surprised him. Mickey doesn't mind; he jerks off as he gets his ass plowed, spilling sticky and wet into his hand as Ian comes inside him. Both short of breath and gasping, they dress quickly, sharing a seat under the bleachers.
“Damn, that was good. Missed ya.” Mickey lights up a smoke; it’s not “I love you” or some other sappy confession, but it's enough for Ian. He doesn't know what they are—friends, boyfriends, or fuck buddies? Ian doesn't care. Right now, as Mickey hands him the cigarette, he accepts, just so fucking happy that Mickey was home.
♥ END ♥