A/N Just a reminder for the sake of a group chat Michael has with Joe and Dan, Michael is Triplet one, Joe is Triplet two, and Daniel is triplet three

This is the longest chapter I have ever written for one of my books before (it's nearly 10,000 words) and it took me FOREVER to write so I hope you like it.

When Michael pulled into the parking lot of Ian's apartment building he laughed, and then took his phone out to text the man that he had arrived. It took Ian a minute to join him in the car, and in that time Michael texted Pierce and Garett about the coincidence and received a message from each of them.

Pierce's read, who gives a fuck, and Garett's said, who's Ian?

And then said man was opening his passenger side door with a grin and sliding into the seat beside him. "Hello," he greated, and Michael returned his phone to his pocket. "Is it wrong of me to be kind of nervous? Joe has told me your driving is atrocious".

"I'll take it down a notch for your sake," Michael assured, watching Ian buckle his seatbelt. He was wearing a navy button down and grey slacks and Micahel wanted to reach over and trace the seam up his inner thigh. He didn't. "Did you know my brothers used to have an apartment in this building?"

"I did not. Did they find some place nicer?" Ian asked, glancing into the back seat. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask, but did you have the backseat of your car cleaned-"

"Since Joe had sex in it?" Michael asked, and Ian smiled at him in conformation. It occured to Michael that this was the first time he had the pleasure of seeing the man lit with something other than artificial lighting, and he gave himself a few moments to look at him before backing his car out of the parking lot. "Yes. It has been professionally cleaned since then. And my brothers actually moved to a worse location. It was when Pierce told our father he was dropping out of college to instead to to technical school to become a electrician. Dad was so mad he stopped paying for Pierce's portion for the apartment and they had to move".

"Do you think he'll do something like that to you when he finds out?"

"I'm not really sure," Michael admitted, turning in the direction of the restaurant Joe had recommended. Typically, Michael would have ignored his brother's recommendation for such things, but he believed that Joe had good intentions this time around. Also, he had run the suggestion past James, who had assured him that him and Kalen had gone on multiple dates there and they had never been disappointed. "My brother's don't seem to think so, so that's something. Dad and Pierce kind of have this relationship were they're constantly fighting for the upper hand".

"I can see that," Ian offered, nodding his head. "And where does your oldest brother fall into all of this? If I recall correctly they don't get along."

"Pierce and Brad?" Michael chuckled. "They don't. Brad's weird. He really likes PIerce, but it's hard to tell since Brad is so stoic. Pierce on the other hand seems to find Brad a threat. Garett is the one between them, and while him and Pierce have always been the closest, Garett and Brad have been friends their whole lifes and Pierce sees this as potentially damaging to his relationship with Garett because he falsely believes that Brad is out to get him just because he is the closest to our father. It's a mess, really, and one of these days Pierce is gonna realize that Brad would do anything for him and feel like an idiot".

"Anything?" Ian asked. "Would he... say, sew his leg shut in the upstairs bathroom and then help him out of all of his cloths and bathe him?"

"Ahh". Michael grinned. "You like that story, do you?"

"Such a good brother," Ian teased, and Michael turned his face towards him to catch his pretty smile. "I was shocked really, but it further confirms my suspicion that you're a good guy". Surprised, Michael stared at him as Ian looked forward out of the windshield, brown eyes wide. "Michael! Red light!"

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, looking forward as he slammed on the breaks just before the intersection. In the passenger seat, Ian jerked against his seat belt and then turned his head to look at him, eyes incredibly wide. "I am so sorry".

"Michael! Oh my god!" he gasped before beginning to laugh, throwing his head back against the seat. "What's wrong with you?! Why weren't you looking at the road?"

"I was-" Michael began before huffing and turning his face forward. Looking at you, he was going to say. "I will be more attentive from now on".

"I'd at least like to die on the way back from the restaurant," Ian claimed, pulling at his locked seatbelt a few times before huffing it and simply unbuckling. From the corner of his eye, Michael watched him pull the band across his cest again. "Mike, the light is green again".

"Shit," he groaned, eyes snapping back as he took his foot off the break. Ian laughed some more at his expense, but overall didn't seem too concerned with the near death experience. "I really am sorry".

"There you go apologizing again," Ian said. "It's fine. I mean, it's actually kind of nice to know that you're not good at everything".

"Oh please". Michael turned on his right blinker, and then turned onto the street with the restaurant at a much slower speed than he typically would. "You know I'm not good at cooking".

"That's not true!" Ian protested. "You just don't know any recipes. I'm sure you'd be good at if if you actually learned how to make stuff". Not sure he believed him, Michael hummed and turned into the parking lot of the restaurant. "What should I be expecting here? What kind of food?"

"I don't really know," Michael admitted, pulling into the closest spot by the door. Ian looked at him, question in his eyes. "Joe recommended it. And, James seconded," he added quickly when Ian looked slightly nervous. "Come on. I have a reservation".

"Oh? Fancy".

They got out of the car and met in front of it to walk towards the door. After a few feet of silence Michael began to spin his car keys on his finger until Ian reached out and gently stopped him. "Sorry". Ian shot him a look at the apology and Michael smiled a little bit. "Nervous habit".

"No need to be nervous".

"I'm always a little nervous around you," Michael admitted unthinkingly, and Ian stepped up the curb of the sidewalk at the edge of the parking lot and then paused, just blinking at him. Michael stopped as well, not yet taking that final step to the slightly higher sidewalk, making the height distance between them a little less. "What?"

It was quiet for a moment, and then Ian sighed and announced, "you look nice in black," before reaching out and wrapping his hand around Michael's forearm. "Come on".

They didn't talk again for multiple minutes, not until they were sitting across from one another at their table and Ian was looking around curiously. It was a comfortable silence though, so Michael felt completely at ease.

"It's really nice in here," Ian voiced and Michael hummed in agreement. "You said you haven't been here before?"

"Nah," Michel confirmed, smiling at the waitress as she handed him a menu and flipping it open. "Apparently it's a common date spot and I haven't gone on many of those". Realizing what he said, Michael froze and slowly raised his gaze to look at Ian, who just looked back at him with a little smile.

"No?" He asked, and Michael cleared his throat and shook his head. "How many dates have you gone on?"

"Um... none?" Michael admitted, and Ian's foot pressed against his under the table for just long enough for him to realize it.

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

With a small huff of amusement, Michael shook his head. "I never wanted to take someone on a date, so I didn't". He looked back down at his menu, still aware of Ian's gaze on his face. "So how was your day off?"

"Good," Ian answered, finally picking up his own menu and opening it. Immediately he hummed in content. "Ohh, lobster. Um, yeah, my day was good. A little weird. I woke up at like eleven and was super disoriented but it was nice to get more than five hours of sleep. I also didn't have any food in my apartment so I had to order take out, though I'm not complaining necessarily. It was good for me, I think. I got to spend much of the day thinking which was necessary, but it'll be nice to go back tomorrow I think". Ian snapped the menu shut and returned it to the table. "What about you? What'd you do today?"

"Taste testing," Michael answered. "I'm assuming you knew that though".

"I did. Anyone good?"

Michael thought about it and then shrugged. "They were all okay. I think the decision has been left up to Joe because he's the pickier one". Ian nodded in agreement. "Not much else happened. Dan broke up with Mary and him and Daisy are getting dinner as well, so I'm assuming they'll be officially dating after tonight".

With a smile, Ian took a sip of water. Their waitress joined them once more, and they both ordered their food. When she was gone, Ian cut right to the point.

"So, I don't know if this was obvious, but I was in a really bad place when I started working in your house hold," he said, and Michael frowned, because no, it hadn't been obvious to him. "I'm not anymore, so you don't need to look so worried, but it was rough for a while".

Something about Ian seemed off. He was still smiling, just a little bit, but his gaze was distant. Nervously, Michael sat up straighter. "Ian... you really don't have to talk to me about it if you don't want to".

"Who says I don't want to?" Ian asked, eyes focusing and Michael swallowed heavily. "I was having some sort of identity crisis, I think. It was my first time alone in years when I was never supposed to be alone again, and I could barley remember who I was anymore".

"You're alone for the first time in years?" Michael echoed, confused. "What do you..." Ian dropped his head to stare at his plate, and Michael thought of all their conversations about relationships throughout the last two months. "Oh".

So it was about an ex.

"Yeah," Ian said, peering up at him through his eye lashes as if he was uneasy. "I was engaged up until a few months ago... my wedding was supposed to be two weeks ago. The day before you kissed me, actually. It was poor timing on your part".

"Oh my god," Michael breathed, squeezing his eyes shut. He thought of all the times Ian had told him he wasn't ready for a relationship. While Michael had considered the fact that it was due to a past relationship, he never considered the fact that he had been getting over a relationship that he had been prepared to last a life time. "I am so sorry, Ian".

"There you go again," Ian said, rasing his head to smile at him. This time it was a little more genuine, but Michael didn't relax. "It's alright, Michael. It's behind me".

How can it be? Michael wanted to ask, but then the waitress was returning with bread and the wine they had requested, and Ian began to chew his lip.

"Do you want to hear about it?" He asked, this time before the waitress had finished pouring the second glass of wine. "My relationship, I mean". The girl looked startled and quickly took her leave, cheeks flushed red.

"You don't have to tell me," Michael assured. While he was intrigued, he did not want to make Ian uncomfortable or upset him. "It's okay. I understand".

"I know I don't have to do anything, Michael," Ian explained gently, his shoe pressing into Michael's again, only this time he didn't pull away. "It really is okay. It doesn't even make me sad to talk about it. So if you want to know, I'll tell you". Slowly, Michael nodded. "He was my high school sweetheart. We were together for seven years. We went to Europe together. He was a year older than me, so he transferred in his second year of college into a school in Pairs near where I was going to be. He thought that we were going to move back after graduation, and I thought we were going to stay. We fought about it for months, and neither of us were willing to compromise, so he left and I stayed, and the wedding was called off".

"But you're here now," Michael pointed out stupidly and Ian nodded.

"Yeah," he confirmed. "I was in Pairs. The city of fucking love, and I was heartbroken and alone, and I thought thay maybe I made a mistake, so I moved back home without finishing my final year, might I add".

Michael frowned. "You never finished school?"

"Not technically," Ian admitted. "It doesn't matter. I would have finished if I stayed... I wish I had finished, but at the time all I could think about was him. When I go home I reached out to him and told him that I was back. I thought that maybe if I showed him he was more important to me than my education, like a fucking idiot, he would forgive me. He came to see me and we had a really great talk, we slept together, and it wasn't really good that time either, but I thought everything was going to be fine, and then he told me the next morning that he had met someone else already and was happy with him, and then he left".

Michael was shocked, his mouth slightly parted as he processed this information. He didn't know what to say, but eventually managed with an, "that's awful".

"It was," Ian agreed. "I was devastated and angry, so I packed my bags and moved here from Connecticut on a whim. I was going to do some sole searching or some shit– I don't really remember what my friend Eric called it– but I was supposed to find out who I really am without that asshole weighing me down, and then I met you". Michael's eyebrows raised and Ian let out a little laugh. "Sorry, that sounded bad. What I meant was... I was really trying to focus on being just Ian for the first time in seven years, but before I knew it I was thinking about what Ian and Michael would be like and I just felt I still hadn't found myself and I didn't want to rush into anything before I did".

"Oh," Michael said on an exhale, finally understanding. "I'm-" so sorry he was going to say, but he cut off at a stern look from Ian. "Ian, I interrupted your... soul searching. I'm allowed to be apologetic".

Ian's teeth tugged at his lip in a way that made Michael want to pull at his hair. "About that..." Michael leaned forward in anticipation, only for them to be interrupted once more with the waitress bringing out their food. "Wow, that was really quick. Thank you".

They were silent as as she gave them their plates, and Michael tapped his leg anxiously. "I can feel that you know," Ian said. Michael paused and the waitress paused and Ian just grinned. Very quickly, the girl finished placing their dishes and fled, even quicker than the last time.

"She totally thought you were talking about something different," Micahel pointed out, watching her go. Ian grinned and shifted his foot so the tip of his shoe pressed against Michael's ankle. With his face still turned towards the kitchen, Michael shifted his eyes towards Ian. "What-"

"Michael, you didn't interrupt anything," Ian claimed, and Michael frowned in confusion. "I was so obsessed with finding who Ian was, and I was so sure that I had to do it as just Ian-"

"This third person thing is really throwing me off".

With a wrinkled nose and a little smirk, Ian kicked him beneath the table and Michael laughed. "Fine! I was trying to be dramatic. God. Michael, I was trying to find out who I was and thought that you couldn't be around for me to do that, but then I sat down and I thought about it and... Fuck, Michael. I am myself when I'm with you. Better yet, I'm the happiest version of myself that I have ever been before. I like us Michael". Once again, Michael needed a moment to process this information, his whole body growing hot beneath his button down. This time, the silence seemed to put Ian in a state of unease, and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his eyes flitting around to look at Michael and then away again. "Say something please".

"You... um... does this mean that you want-"

"I want to date you," Ian cut in. "I mean... if you want. If you don't, that's totally fine".

"If I don't want to date you?" Michael asked. "Ian, are you stupid". Brown eyes widened. "Sorry, sorry. That's not what I meant, it's just... of course I want to date you. I want to date you so badly, but we don't need to rush into this if you're not ready. I was going to save this for later in the night, but I'm all in, Ian. Whenever you want me. I'm all in".

"I want you now," Ian breathed, and Michael felt his eyes grow incredibly wide. "Michael, I want this. Like, I really really want this".

"Ian," Micahel breathed exacerbated, surprised, and Ian just blinked at him. "We haven't even eaten yet".

"Huh?"

"Now I'm going to be distracted the entire time," Michael explained, and Ian looked down at his plate with a smile.

"Well, I wanted to tell you early enough so that if you agreed, this could count as a first date," Ian claimed, picking up his fork. Michael laughed, giddy, and Ian reached his hand out across the table, holding his palm up. Without pause, he slid his fingers into the other man's.

"Fuck," he said then. "I've really missed touching you". Ian just responded with a squeeze of his hand before pulling it away to finally begin eating. With a sigh, Michael did the same. "So, if I'm going to be dating you from now on, which I am, I think you have quite a bit to tell me about yourself".

"What?" Ian inquired, glancing up surprised.

"Well, you see. You know pretty much everything about me that you're supposed to learn on the first date, right? Hell, you know like, seventh date material already-"

"How do you know that? You've never been on a date before".

"Shhh, Ian. I know practically nothing about you," Michael pointed out, and Ian frowned.

"That's not true".

"I just leared that you were supposed to get married last week".

"Two weeks ago," Ian corrected, bringing his first bite of food to his lips and humming thoughtfully. He swallowed quickly. "And you didn't know that because I didn't want to talk about it. You knew about me going to school in france".

"But I didn't know that you didn't finish".

"Once again, you didn't know that because-"

"Ian," Michael cut in and brown eyes focused on him. "I just learned that you're from Connecticut". This seemed to surprise the other man.

"That can't be true," he claimed dismissively.

"It is," Michael assured.

Ian just looked at him for a long moment before huffing and looking back down at his plate. "Okay then. What do you want to know?"

Grinning, Michael leaned forward. "Everything".

***

"Do you typically walk your dates to the door?" Ian inquired, bumping his shoulder against Michael's as they met in front of his car, their fingers immediately linking together as they slowly approached the door to Ian's building. "Oh, I'm sorry. I meant, if you had dates before, do you think you would have walked them to their door?"

"Yes," Michael answered. "It is quite difficult to make out over the gear shift". This made Ian laugh, and Michael could feel his body shake against the side of his. They were getting too close to the door now– he was questioning why he had chosen the closest parking spot– and he really didn't want the night to end. "But, in all seriousness, you are very attractive. What if some guy tried to take advantage of you outside of your apartment building".

"I wouldn't complain," Ian claimed, slowing to a stop and looking at the steel door with something like distaste. "I would actually probably prefer it".

"Huh?" Michael inquired, but then Ian's arms were around his neck and his mouth was against his and he understood. "Oh. You mean me!"

"Yes I mean you," Ian confirmed, kissing him again, and Michael's hands immediately dropped to grip his waist.

His lips were hot against Michael's and if felt a lot like their first kiss, but then Ian was eagerly allowing his lips to be parted by Michael's tongue, and it was suddenly so much more. Ian tasted like their fancy dinner and red wine and the hours they had just spent at that table laughing.

He tastes like my boyfriend, Michael thought, and it turned him on so much that he groaned deep in his throat and pushed Ian backwards until his back was against the door. "I hope no body needs to get through here," Michael mentioned before kissing him again and Ian laughed against his mouth before biting his lip. "Fuck".

"Hey". Ian pulled his face back, but Michael followed him, kissing the corner of his mouth as he continued to speak. "Wanna come up for a drink?"

With one more swipe of tongue along Ian's lower lip, Michael pulled back. "I probably shouldn't," he answered, cracking his eyes open to find Ian looking up at him already. "I have to drive him and I probably shouldn't if I drink more".

"Mike, if you come up for a drink you're not going home tonight," Ian stated very clearly, and Michael squeezed his eyes shut tightly because fuck, that was so hot.

"Ian..." Michael began, his fingers tightening on Ian's hips, probably leaving light bruises on his skin but fuck, he needed something to ground him. "I don't want you to think that you need to-"

"I know that I don't need to do anything. I want to". Lips moved to Michael's jaw and he opened his eyes.

"Are you sure this isn't too soon?"

With a sigh against his neck, Ian leaned back to look up to his face. "Does it feel too soon?" he whispered. "Or does it feel like we have been waiting for over a month now?" It did, and Michael just nodded his head in agreement. "So that's a yes then?"

"It is indeed". Ian's hands dropped from around his shoulders, one hand reaching into his pocket to fiddle with his keys, and the other slipping easily back into Michael's like it belonged there.

Without a word, Michael let Ian lead him up to his apartment.

Every other time Michael had been let into a boy's apartment, they had immediately jumped straight to the point, ripping at one another's clothing, but when Ian closed the door behind them he simply pushed himself up onto his toes to kiss him quickly before nodding towards the couch. "Take a seat," he instructed. "I'll get the wine".

Michael toed off his shoes and then looked around. It was a nice place, a little smaller than the one Garett and Pierce had shared, but he supposed Ian only needed a one bedroom. It was cute, pictures of france adorning the walls and a grey couch with red pillows to match the single chair to the right of it.

Michael took a seat as he had been instructed to do and removed his phone from his pocket for the first time since the car. There were multiple new messages from the group chat with all of his brothers but he skipped over them and went straight to the group chat titled Good things come in threes and so do cool Bradfords.

He opened it and typed out a message.

From: Triplet one

I'm in his apartment

It didn't take long for either of them to respond.

From: Triplet two

Get some

From: Triplet three

Congrats. Did you tell him how you feel?

From: Triplet three

Daisy says, "tap that"

Scoffing out a little laugh, Michael returned his phone to his pocket just as Ian left his kitchen with two long stemmed wine glasses, both half full with dark red liquid. "So you don't have any food here but you do have wine?"

"It's a necessity," Ian claimed, handing Michael his glass before taking a seat on the couch beside him and pulling his right leg under himself to turn towards him.

"Thanks," Michael said, taking a sip. Ian hummed thoughtfully and did the same. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Maybe," Ian suggested, tilting his wrist so the liquid splashed in the glass.

"You know," Michael began, thinking of Daniel's message on his phone. "This is all very strange for me".

"What is?" Ian asked, raising his glass to his lips again.

"You," Michael answered, and Ian's eyebrows raised slightly. "I mean, not you necessarily, but just me... genuinely and honestly wanting to be with another person for once in my life". A hand came to gently touch his jaw, but other than that, Ian had no reaction to his words. He was just still listening to him, waiting for him to continue. "I've been with a lot of people before, Ian, and I know you know this, but I have never felt even a fraction of this what for someone else. I think I knew it the second I saw you".

"Knew what?" Ian asked softly, sounding completely breathless, and Michael thought I did that proudly.

"I knew that you were the one," Michael said, and Ian's eyes got huge. "Shit. That's probably weird to say on the frist date, but it's true. You're the one, Ian. You're the one I want things with. I just want more with you than I wanted with everyone else. And don't get me wrong, I do want to have sex with you. Like, I really really want to because you are so ridiculously beautiful and funny and perfect, but I also want-"

Michael cut off then, his breath catching in his throat as he realized what he was saying, and Ian just leaned forward and set his wine down on the coffee table and then beamed at him. "What do you want, Michael?"

"I want," so many thing, he was going to say, but that wasn't what came out. "I want to go grocery shopping with you".

"What?" Ian asked with a little laugh. "You want to go grocery shopping?"

"I do," Michael insisted. "And I hate grocery shopping, and I've only gone once before, but I want to go with you and have you show me where brisket is".

"Hmmm". Ian reached out and took Michael's glass away from him and set it on the coffee table as well, and then he gracefully swung his other leg over Michael's lap so he was straddling him with a knee on either side of his hips. "And when are we going to do this grocery shopping? Now?"

"No," Michael denied, shaking his head and slipping his hands up under the sides of Ian's shirt. "I don't mean it like that. I mean..." As he spoke, Ian got closer and closer to him, his elbows resting on his shoulders and his chest pressing against his own. "I want to go grocery shopping with you every time you go for the rest of my life".

Ian kissed him, hard, and Michael's hands slid down to grasp the underside of Ian's thighs, crushing their bodies together. With a gasp and a little moan, Ian's fingers began to pull at the buttons of Michael's shirt and he chuckled against his mouth. "Eager?"

"You're the one who said all that stuff," Ian accused, lips sealing Michael's again. This time it was Ian to force his lips apart, but Michael easily took charge, pressing his tongue demandingly against Ian's until the older man complied with a small sigh and let Michael explore his mouth with his tongue. Ian focused on undoing all the buttons of Michael's shirt, pulling away from kiss only when he was fumbling with the last one. When he managed it, he pushed the fabric of Michael's shirt to the sides, leaning back to look down at him, his lips red. "You are ridiculous".

"Because I want to go grocery shopping?" Michael inquired, his hands moving from Ian's sides to begin removing his shirt as well.

"No," Ian denied, shaking his head as he traced a finger from Michael's neck all the way down to the button of his jeans. "Because you are so unbelievably attractive".

Smiling, Michael pushed Ian's button down over his shoulders and then grabbed his hips, forcing their lower bodies to collide. His grin widened when he felt how hard Ian was against him. "You're one time talk," Michael accused breathlessly and Ian just blinked down at him, already seeming to have lost the conversation. "Is this okay?"

"More," Ian managed, ducking down to connect their lips once again. Gladly, Michael reached around him to grip his ass through his pants, pulling their hips together roughly to grind their erections against one another. Ian praised him with a moan, their kiss getting sloppy as they both chose to focus on the rocking of their hips rather than the movement of their tongues. Eventually, as their pants got tighter and their movements more desperate, they simply pressed their mouths together and panted hotly.

They could come like this, Michael knew, and he really wouldn't mind doing so, but he wanted to give Ian everything he desired, so he brought his lips to Ian's ear, biting at it gently before asking him. "Can you come like this?" Ian just nodded frantically, his hands tangling in Michael's hair as he threw his head back. Michael brought his lips to his throat. "Do you want to?"

"No," Ian gasped. "Michael I want you to fuck me." Before he had even finished telling him, Michael slid his hands back to Ian's thighs, pressing them tight to his hips as he stood from the couch with the other man in his arms. A noise of surprise left Ian and his arms slid tightly around his shoulder. "Fuck, that's so hot".

Whether he was talking about Michael's lips still moving over the skin of his neck, or the fact that he could carry him with very little effort, Michael didn't know, and he didn't ask as he walked them through the open door of the bedroom and deposited Ian on the bed.

Immediately, Ian sat up and pulled his shirt the rest of the way off his arms before dropping it off the side of the bed carelessly. Michael just stood between his legs and watched him, eyes raking greedly over Ian's exposed abdomen, appreciating his smooth unblemished skin and the exposed curve of his waist. He only interviened when Ian began to unbutton his own pants, and Michael was quick to reach down and stop him. Surprised, Ian looked up at him with wide, clouded brown eyes. "What-"

"I want to do that," Michael explained, letting go of his hold on Ian's wrist to quickly slip his arm out of his shirt sleave. The button down fell to the floor at his feet and he carelessly kicked it away. "Can I?"

With a little nod and a huff of air, Ian allowed himself to relax back onto the mattress, his hands curled into fists in his comforter on either sides of his hips as he looked up at him.

Instead of going right for the button of his pants, Michael placed his hands against Ian's stomach and leaned forward to hover over him, dropping down to kiss him lightly. "Do you-" Ian cut off with a sharp gasp when Michael closed his lips over an erect nipple. "Do you want me to move up so you can get on the bed?"

"Hmmm, no," Michael mumbled, kissing along his chest until he reached the other nipple. This time he just circled his tongue around it before gently flicking the peak. Ian jerked beneath him and Michael chuckled. "I'm gonna be on my knees in a minute anyways".

"Jesus christ," Ian groaned and Michael chuckled, surging up to kiss him hungrily for a minute as he ground his palm into the front of Ian's pants before pulling back suddenly to catch his reaction. His cheeks were flushed red and his lips were wet with a combination of both of their spit. Gently, Michael brushed a finger over his lower lip, and as soon as he began to pull away Ian lifted his head just enough to take his thumb into his mouth, sucking gently. With a groan, Michael pressed his thumb down into Ian's tongue, watching the way his cheeks hollowed with half lidded eyes.

"I want to take you apart," Michael admitted softly and Ian paused, his eyes opening wide. Slowly, Michael pulled his thumb from between his lips. "Well?"

"You can try," Ian whispered, and Michael ducked down to kiss his lips once more before slipping off the bed to kneel between Ian's legs. As he finally unbuttoned Ian's pants and tugged at the zipper, the man squeezed his eyes shut tightly and let out shaky breaths.

"Lift your hips," Michael instructed softly, and Ian planted his feet on the ground on either side of Michael's knees to do so, pushing himself upwards just enough that Michael could get both his pants and boxers down to his knees. Then, as if the effort had been too much for him, Ian collapsed back down, his legs relaxing completely as Michael fought to get his pants all the way off. "You're making this difficult.

With a huffed out laugh, Ian sat up and stretched his legs out, making it easy for Michael to free his pants from around his ankles. "I didn't realize that you would need help. You know, given all your experience". He was very clearly being teased, and while Michael enjoyed it a great deal, he knew he would enjoy shutting him up even more. Without offering an acknowledgment of the taunting, Michael pushed Ian's knees apart and leaned forward, bringing his mouth closed to the head of his erection but not yet touching it. Instead, he blew hot air over the tip and allowed his eyes to flick up, meeting Ian intense gaze. After a moment of this, Ian breathed out a heavy sigh and dropped back down against the matress, all challenge having left him.

Grinning triumphantly, Michael swirled his tongue around the head of his election before lightly tracing the vein down the underside of his cock, making Ian jerk and swear beneath him. He repeated the motion a few more times, but that wasn't where he was planning on dedicating most of his attention, so he moved on after a moment of teasing, briefly laving his tongue over his balls and pulling a needy whine from Ian's lips.

And then he dropped his head just a little bit lower, allowing his tongue to locate and press against the place he soon hoped to be pushing into, and Ian gasped like he had been shot and jerked up into sitting position. Sensing his heaistation, Michael pulled back and looked up at him, eyebrows raised. "You good?"

"I've never..." Ian trailed off, eyes searching his expression.

"Do you not want me to?" Michael asked softly, slightly disappointed because he knew he would be able to make Ian feel good, but also not willing to make him uncomfortable.

"I... I don't know," Ian admitted, eyes raising to stare over Michael's head, his expression indicating that he was in deep thought. "I guess I don't have a problem with it". Still seeming uneasy, Ian dropped back against the mattress again, and Michael pushed himself up to follow him, hovering over his face again.

"Do you trust me?" He asked softly, and Ian looked surprised for a split second before nodding a little bit.

"Yeah," he admitted. "I do".

"Roll over for me?" Michael asked, and Ian looked up at him for a moment longer before nodding quickly. Michael moved back to give him room, massaging himself through his pants. "You can move further up the bed if it's more comfortable".

"Yeah," Ian agreed, sliding up a few feet so he could fit his whole body on the bed.

"Is your lube in..." Michael trailed off when Ian pointed to the bedside table. With a nod, he went over and pulled open the drawer, rifling through it as Ian watched him. He found the condoms first and he pulled one out of the box to tuck into his pocket before continuing his search.

"Are you going to take your pants off?" Ian asked softly, just as Michael's fingers found the bottle in the back of the drawer and he took it out. It was half full, and he looked at Ian with raised eyebrows. "Shut up. I've masturbated a lot since I've met you".

Almost giddy with this information, Michael returned to his spot at the end of the bed, dropping the bottle of lube down on the mattress beside Ian's hip. "I'll take my pants off eventually," Michael promised, sliding his hands up the back of Ian's legs. "It's not about me right now though". His hands finally settled on Ian's ass again, a hand on each cheek, and he spread them slowly to look at him completely.

"Embarrassing," Ian grumbled, turning to press his face into his sheets and Michael hummed, finally climbing on the mattress between the other man's legs for better access.

"The view's great".

"Shut up".

"Okay," Michael agreed, ducking down to swipe his tongue of Ian's entrance. Immediately, Ian's breath caught and he shifted his hips away from Michael's mouth, and then back again with a shaky breath. As soon as he had settled, Michael pressed a kiss to the base of his spine before tracing his tongue down to the puckered skin, circling it slowly with his tongue until Ian finally released a moan, and then putting pressure on it with the flat of his tongue, warming him up to the sensation.

Ian's hips jumped again, only this time, when he relaxed himself, he curved his back to press himself closer to Michael's face. "Ahh yeah," Michael praised. "Just like that".

He repeated the motions of before, circle, press, and then he pushed just the tip of his tongue past the rig of muscle, letting the body beneath him shake. Resisting the urge to grin– since that would have to involve the return of Michael's tonge to his mouth– he lapped over his hole a few times and pressed back in, further this time, as deep as he could go.

"Ah, fuck Michael, that's..." Ian didn't finish telling him what it was, too busy crying out when Michael pulled his tongue back to lightly suction over him. "Oh god". Michael did it over and over, thrusting his tongue in hard and then sucking over the tight skin when he pulled out, continuing until Ian's body was quivering beneath his fingertips and the only words leaving his mouth were Michael and please.

When he pulled back, the first thing Michael did was unbutton and unzip his own pants, the pressure too much for him to bear. Then, he used the lube to slick up three of his fingers on his right hand, taking a moment to massage the gel between his fingers so it wasn't so cold. "Ready?" he asked, nudging Ian's relaxed entrance with is middle finger. The man just offered a little groan and nodded his head.

As he slipped halfway in, Michael slid his body over the top of Ian's to press his face into the back of his neck, teeth nipping light at the skin. Glently, Michael continued to push in, not stopping until he could go no further. Ian let out a shaky breath and turned his head to the side so he could speak. "Your fingers are so much longer than mine". With a content sight, Michael pressed his forehead against Ian's temple, closing his eyes as he slowly withdrew his finger and pressed it back in again. It was an awkward angle for his wrist, but he enjoyed having Ian's small moans and uneven breath so close for him to hear. "Michael, you can probably do another finger".

"Doesn't hurt?" Michael mumbled, ducking his head to nuzzled Ian's shoulder.

"No," Ian admitted. "Feels loose after your tongue".

"No it doesn't," Michael disagreed, referring to the way Ian's insides squeezed his finger. Laughing, Ian shifted his hips back into Michael's hand. "Alright, just relax". With a sigh, Michael removed his finger and pressed two back in. "That better?"

"Yeah," Ian agreed, his voice airy. "It's all good. Can you– ah ah, yeah, right there". Michael continued to bump his prostate in short pulses in between stretching his fingers out wide, trying to make enough room for his dick to fit. As his fingers moved, Michael dragged his lips over Ian's neck and shoulders, trying to distract him from the pressure of stretching.

It took him a couple of minutes to feel that Ian was ready for a third finger, but when he tried to slip it in along with the other two the man beneath him tensed. "God," Michael groaned, fascinated with how tightly Ian was squeezing around the tips of his three fingers. "Fuck, you are so tight".

In his years of having sex, Michael doubted that he had ever felt anyone whose insides hugged him this snugly. All the people he had slept with before had been having sex on a regular basis, and while they had still needed to be stretched, he never remembered it being like this.

"Ah, Sorry, Sorry," Ian moaned, writhing beneath him a little bit. "I'll relax. I just need a minute. It's been a hot second since I've had something this big in me".

"It's okay," Michael assured, pushing himself up onto his free elbow and looking down at Ian's body. "Hey, I'm gonna pull out and you can flip onto your back again, okay? I think that'll be a little more comfortable".

"Sure," Ian agreed, nodding his head against the sheets. Carefully, Michael pulled his fingers free, grimacing at the short gasp of discomfort that left Ian in response. With his hand free, he was able to push himself up over Ian, giving the man enough room to roll onto his back beneath him.

As soon as their eyes met, Ian cracked a small smile and raised his arms to wrap around Michael's neck, his legs hugging his waist as Michael settled down against him again. "I like it better this way," Ian told him, pulling at him until Michael got the idea and dropped down to kiss him chastely.

"Me too". Michael reached down to tap at Ian's thigh. "Let me up".

"Are you finally gonna take your pants off?" Ian asked, dropping his legs as Michael instructed but also reaching one of his hands down to grab his erection through his briefs, reaching tough his open zipper. "You're wet".

"And you're super hot," Michael responded, trying his best to ignore his hand as he got into a kneeling position between Ian's legs, his knees pushing his thighs further apart. "I'm not taking my pants off yet".

"No?" Ian continued to massage him, his brown eyes staring up at him for a reaction and Michael clenched his jaw. "Why not?"

"It's not about-"

"That's not true," Ian cut in, raising his other hand to pull at the waistband of Michael's pants, getting them down under his ass. "It's not just about me, it's about us. And, if you insist on it being about me, I want you to take your pants off, so you have to take your pants off". He was going to resist, he really was, because he should probably continue to finger Ian as soon as possible to cause the least amount of discomfort, but he gave in the second Ian very gently ghosted his fingers over his slit, smiling to himself at Michael's hitched breath.

With a huff, Michael climbed off the bed and quickly pushed his slacks and briefs down his legs, shaking his head when Ian began to laugh at him. In response, Michael ducked down and fish the condom from his pocket and throw it at the other man, hitting him in the forehead with it. Ian laughed harder and Michael climbed back on the bed, returning to his place between his thighs. He tried to fix Ian with a stern look, but he was unable to keep from smiling when the other man grinned up at him.

"Thank you," Ian offered, spreading his legs a little further. "I wanted to see you". His gaze dropped and he bit his lower lip, reaching out a hand towards Michael's erection, only to be interrupted. With a question is his gaze, he glance up, and Michael just shook his head a little bit. If Ian touched him then, he would come too soon for sure. Nodding in understanding, Ian fell back against the mattress and closed his eyes, breathing out, "all because of me," happily.

Michael understood where he was coming from. Just looking down at Ian's body spread out beneath him had him filling with pride. I made him like this.

Before entering him again, Michael reapplied the lube, making sure his fingers were slick enough when he pressed them to Ian's entrance, which twiched in response. "Okay," Ian said, taking a deep breath and forcing himself to relax with the exhale. "I can take them".

He could, and he did, his body accepting Michael's three fingers easily, though Ian's eyebrows knit in tension as he sunk in. "Wow," Michael breathed, brushing the fingers of his free hand down the inside of Ian's thigh. "You're so relaxed". Ian didn't respond, only pressed his lips together tightly and threw his head back, spine arching. "You're so beautiful".

His fingers spread to stretch him out, eyes fixated on the way that Ian seemed to pull him back in every time he slid out.

"Michael," Ian gasped, making him raise his gaze to Ian's face, even though his eyes were still squeezed shut. "My prostate is-" once again, Michael bumped his fingers against it before he could finish his sentence and his eyes rolled back into his head.

Fuck, Michael thought, his hand flying from Ian's thigh to wrap around the base of his cock to keep himself from coming. "I know where everything is," Michael assured, wide eyed watching precum leak from the tip of Ian's flushed cock. "It's just that every time I touch it you make sounds and faces that make me almost come, and so want to do that inside of you".

"Then get inside of me," Ian insisted, eyes cracking open. "Please".

It took Michael a split second to decide, and then he was pulling his fingers out of Ian's body and grabbing the condom from where it had fallen. His hands were shaking so bad in anticipation that it took him a few tries to open it, but Ian didn't notice, too busy slicking his hand up with lube. The second the condom was on, Ian was pushing his fist down on him, making Michael moan loudly for the first time that night.

"That was hot," Ian claimed, wiping his hand on the sheets at his hip and falling back again. A second later he threw his legs up to hug Michael's hips, expression expectant. "Kiss me?"

Eagerly, Michael dropped down over him to obey, his hands falling to either side of Ian's head to hold himself above him. As he ducked down to kiss him, he asked, "would you be able to... um, guide me?"

"Gladly," Ian answered, reaching a hand between them and grabbing a hold of Michael's dick. He gave it two firm strokes–to tease him probably, stopping when Michael cut of his laugh with is tongue– and then finally pressed Michael's cock against his entrance, keeping his hand there until Michael began to push in. They gasped together, their kiss breaking with it, and Ian's hand crawled up to Michael's hip, holding him tightly.

It felt so good that Michael wanted to press all the way forward until he felt the backs of Ian's thighs completely pressed against the front of his own, but he felt Ian's body tense against his own about halfway in and froze. "Ian?"

"I'm good, I'm good," Ian gasped. "You're just... You're really big... God, I hope you know how to use this thing".

"I do," Micahel assured, and Ian opened his eyes to look at him and then nodded, taking a deep breath. To calm him, Michael began to pepper soft kisses up and down his neck, and a hand slid up into Michael's hair and gripped while the other on his hip began guiding him further into him, his nails biting into the skin. "Are you okay?"

"Keep going," Ian gasped, holding Michael's face into his neck so he couldn't look up at him. "Trust me". Obeying, Michael pushed in the last few inches and then groaned loudly into Ian's neck. "Michael?"

"You feel amazing," Michael praised, his legs shaking from the effort to keep himself still. "Ian Ian Ian". He said it over and over again, each like a prayer, and Ian relaxed with each syllable until he fell completely pylant beneath Michael, the only tense muscles in his thighs from holding him close.

"Michael," Ian interrupted, sounding completely overwhelmed. The hand in Michael hair had relaxed along with the rest of him, so Michael was able to lift his head and look at him. Brown eyes met his, swimming with unfallen tears and emotion, and Michael pressed their lips together desperately. "Oh god, Michael. Move".

The first thrust of his hips knocked Ian up the mattress a few inches and had them both crying out, clutching at one another, Ian's nails biting his skin again. It would have been so easy for him to give into the temptation to completly fuck him into the matress then, but Michael bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood and forced himself to give a second hard thrust before pausing again, letting it sink in.

"Oh my god, Michael," Ian groaned, hand tighting in his hair again. "I can feel how tense you are, idiot".

"Sorry-"

"Don't be sorry," Ian demanded, looking as fierce as one could while being stuffed full of cock. "Stop holding back and just fuck me. Don't assume I'm more delicate than the people you have had sex with before just because you care about me. I can handle it so just-"

Growling, Michael braced himself on his elbows and began to move like he meant it, pounding into Ian's body over and over again, uncaring when the man's voice hit a volume that his neighbors probably wouldn't appreciate. He filled him completely, over and over again in heavy thrusts that pushed Ian far enough up the mattress that he hit his head on his headboard and didn't even realize, eyelids squeezed shut and eyelashes fluttering as his eyes rolled back beneath the lids.

He looked so good like that that Michael could barley handle it and he dropped one of his hands to lift Ian's lower body off of the mattress and against him, putting him at the perfect angle to reach that spot deep inside of him that made his voice crack and cut off. His pleasure was shown then by the way his whole body shook under Michael's hands and his lips parted in a silent scream.

Michael loved it. Loved how he looked as pleasure over took his body and loved how Ian was completely under his mercy right then, loved that Ian trusted him enough to fall apart with him. I love him. I love him. I love him so damn much.

Ian's voice returned to him when he came, and he screamed out his release as his body arched into Michael's, cock erupting untouched between them. Michael almost felt bad for not realizing how close the other man was, too busy staring at his face to notice, and he hid his surprise in Ian's neck as he continued to move against him. When Ian was finished, reduced to a shivering oversensitive mess beneath him, Michael stopped, hyper aware of the fact that he was still fully hard and leaking within the other man.

"Ugh, holy shit," Ian groaned after a few minutes of heavy breathing, turning his face into Michael hair and groaning. "Holllllly shitttt".

"You good?" Michael asked, pressing himself back up to look at Ian's face. The man looked perfectly relaxed, his eyes closed as if asleep. As if sensing Michael's eyes on him his lips curled up at the corners and he hummed in content. "Um-" Michael looked down between them, shifting in an attempt to throw Ian's legs off of him and gasping in surprised pleasure when the muscles just tightened, forcing him a little deeper. "Ian".

"Keep going," Ian urged softy, and Michael just looked at him with wide eyes. When he didn't say anything after nearly a minute, Ian's eyes cracked open and he looked up at him, confused. "I'm serious, you know". His words were coming out kinda sluggish and Michael frowned.

"Are you alright?"

Nodding, Ian closed his eyes again. "Yeah. I just came really fucking hard and I feel all foggy. It's a nice feeling, don't worry. Feels safe and warm". Ian's legs tightened around his waist again. "Come on. I want you to finish. You said you were planning on coming inside of me, right?"

"But you-"

"Michael, do not make me get on top of you," Ian threatened weakly and Michael laughed since it was something he highly doubted the man would be able to do at the given moment, lowering himself back down against Ian's body but being carefully to steer clear of his over sensitive cock, not wanting to hurt him.

"That's not really a threat, you know," Michael pointed out, beginning to grind his hips into Ian's slowly. The hand in his hair tightened and Ian's breath caught right beside his ear but he didn't ask Michael to stop.

Moaning lowly, Michael began to thrust into him again, starting at a slower pace to give the burning muscles in his thighs a break. He didn't give himself long though before he noticed the typical signs of his climax and spread up to a pace fast enough to get him there. Beneath him, Ian was panting, his body pushing back down against Michael's with each thrust, pushing him closer.

That wasn't what did him in though.

At was the feeling of Ian's hand slipping from his hip and sliding between their bodies, Michael's eyes shot open wide and he managed a quick look between them to see Ian stroke his still hard dick before he slammed into the man beneath him and came hard. The feeling of hot cum splashing his stomach barley three seconds later indicated Ian's second orgasm of the night, and Michael swore, just looking down at the man as the pleasure shivered through his body, fighting the urge to simply collapse on top of him.

"Holy shit," Michael managed, glancing between them in awe at the mess Ian had made of both of their stomachs. "Oh my god, are you alright?" Ian didn't respond, didn't even move or show any recollection of heaving heard him. "Ian, are you dead?"

That made him laugh a little bit, eyes still closed, and Michael smiled. With one last kiss pressed to his shoulder, he reached down to guide himself out of Ian's body, rolling off of him onto his back on the bed next to him. The condom felt gross, so he removed it quickly and tossed it onto the ground in the direction of his cloths. Then, because he never got to do this, he relaxed back into the mattress and allowed himself to enjoy the after glow, happy that the person breathing steadily beside him was one he loved so deeply.

It was quiet for a long time, so when Ian's voice reached him– ten, twenty, maybe even thirty– minutes later, volume whatever was below a whisper, Michael could hear him perfectly after growing accustomed to the sound of only breath. "So, after doing that, are you absolutely sure that the only thing you want to do with me for the rest of your life is go grocery shopping?"

When Michael turned his head to the side to look at the other man, he was surprised to find Ian looking back at him. Slowly, Michael smiled. "You know that's not what I meant".

The look on Ian's face was incredibly fond and Michael still had a hard time believing that it was directed towards him. "I know".

I'm going to tell him, Michael thought to himself, and when he expected to feel fear or nervousness, he felt nothing but love and warmth.

Reaching out a hand, Michael pushed Ian's hair off his forehead. It was wet with sweat and stuck some, and Michael made a vow that once he said what he wanted to say he would carry Ian to the shower and rinse the both of them off quickly so they could go to sleep.

"I love you," he breathed softly, and Ian smiled and turned his face into his hand. Brown eyes slipped closed.

"I know," he whispered back. "I love you too".

A/N Hollllly Shittttt. I hope that was worth waiting for!

<3 Ivy