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Being face to face with this guy the day he moved in was clearly not the thing Ian dreamed of.
He had after months of research managed to find an apartment worthy of the name and was finally going to be able to live alone without his family around him, busy watching his every move.
At least that was what he thought until he realized that he was not the only one who had been promised this wonderful apartment.
The old lady to whom he belonged no longer seemed to have all her head.
After promising him the apartment, and having all the papers signed, she did the same with him.
She had only said that she remembered that she had promised the apartment to a very handsome young man without being able to remember which of the two it was referring to.
It wasn't really like they looked alike.
While Ian had red hair, he had jet black hair. He was smaller and more stocky than Ian, and several other little details also helped to differentiate them. The tattoos he had on his knuckles, for example.
It was surely not something that was quickly forgotten.
But it looked like the old owner had not been taken aback by the inscription that could be read on his hands.
After long minutes of trying to make him understand the situation, Ian finally accepted the idea that the old woman's help should be dispensed with to get the intruder out.
“It is useless for you to unpack all your stuff, it is I who sign the first contract for the apartment. First come, first served. ”
“ If you thought like that, it was I who was there first today to move in. ”
Ian watched the man before brutally placing the cardboard box in his hand on the table before approaching him and placing his finger on his chest.
"So now you get out of my apartment."
Far from being intimidated, Ian walked over to him, a defiant look on his face.
The expression of surprise he persuaded for a moment pushed him to go a little further.
“I don’t intend to leave. I have already paid several months in advance, so I will have to be dragged out of this apartment for me to go. ”He promised before going around the man behind him and taking refuge in the only room where none cardboard had not yet been deposited.
Even if this guy was smaller than him, Ian was sure he could beat him flat without any difficulty.
He let himself go for a moment to think about the curves of his arms and the tense muscles that took shape under his clothes before Lip entered the room in turn, pulling him from his reverie, not without some shame.
“What do we finally do with Milkovich?”
“Who are you talking about?”
“The guy in your apartment. Mickey Milkovich… ”
Ian stood there staring at Lip, unable to understand what he had just said.
“You know him?”
“Everyone knows him in the neighborhood! He's Mandy's brother. ”
“ How can Mandy have this asshole for brother?!? ”Growled Ian before realizing that the sound of his voice had carried to the living room and that Mickey was now fixing him with a black look.
He decided to maintain his gaze to make him understand that he had no problem offending his feelings, not without nervously clenching his fists, praying silently that Mickey would not beat him up to make him regret his words.
He didn't know Mickey Milkovich in person, but he knew his reputation perfectly, and she wasn't the most cheerful.
He knew he still had the option to leave this apartment without asking for the rest, but come to think of it, all the wallop in the world were better than to returned to the family home.
“I think we're going to have to live together until one of us gives up.”
Lip looked at him in amazement before sighing long while raising his eyes to the sky and turning around in search of a new box.
* - * - *
Ian was always afraid of not being able to return to his apartment if he left it even for a short time. He knew that Mickey would not hesitate to put him on the street. However, he needed to get out of his house and change his mind.
This guy was on a mission to drive him crazy, and he was about to do it.
It lugging the major part of the time in his underwear in the apartment, trailing all his dirty clothes on the floor accompanied the bodies of all the bottles of beer and pizza it rushing.
Ian had yelled at first seeing the way he lived, but ended up giving up when Mickey made him understand what he risked if he continued.
He had installed a huge punching bag in the middle of the living room and was practicing hitting it with all his might as soon as Ian made the slightest remark to him.
The strength with which the bag was swaying had quickly made Ian realize that pissing off Mickey could be a monstrous idea.
The other monstrous idea that Ian had had, which had pushed him to flee his apartment was the desire he had felt when he saw the drops of sweat rolling on the tense muscles of Mickey's chest.
Even if this guy was an asshole, he was still sexy.
“Shall I buy you a drink?”
Ian turned to the man who had just spoken to him. This catchphrase shouldn't work on anyone anymore, yet he seemed to insist on using it.
On closer inspection, he wasn’t that bad and could certainly be useful for an evening.
“What aboout a drink at my place?”
The look on the stranger's face confirmed to Ian that his catchphrase should not usually take him that far.
"Follow me," he ordered, simply walking past the stranger out of the bar.
* - * - *
The idea of spending a scorching night lifted Ian's spirits and this idea was quickly joined by another, even more delicious.
As Milkovich, Mickey must certainly have been a fuking homophobe, and therefore he would support surely not the idea of living with a gay and even less than that same gay sleeping with someone in his apartment.
This idea was a double-edged sword, Mickey could just as easily vent all his rage on them after finding them together, or run away at full speed to avoid being "contaminated".
Deciding that the game was worth the effort, Ian pulled the man to him by grabbing his belt before kissing him full on the mouth.
"I want to take a shower with you," he said, starting to take off his clothes.
He knew that if he wanted to disgust Mickey, he had to fuck with this guy in a room he could go to any time. So the bathroom seems to him the best option.
Dragging this guy to the shower turned out to be distressingly easy.
By automatism, Ian drew the curtain behind them before pressing his body against that of the man in front of him, pushing them both under the jet of water.
Ian put his mouth against his lover's neck and slid his hands to his buttocks.
Quickly the groans of the men fill the room, before other groans, very different come to join them.
Ian froze and frowned praying for his mind to play tricks on him.
He finally drew the curtain at him to watch the room, paying no attention to the man behind him.
Mickey was sitting across from him, his pants on his ankles, busy emptying himself in the toilet.