If anyone asks, Mickey just tripped and fell against Ian’s mouth. Repeatedly. Then fell over with him.
Not that anyone’s going to ask, but if they do, that’s the story Mickey plans on sticking with before bashing the inquiring kid in the head so he forgets he heard or saw anything. Mickey hates having to be careful. He skulks around all day and feels like shit whenever he’s in a crowd. He wants to lash out and punch the laughing morons who surround him and go to a corner where there’s absolutely no one and just stand there until he feels alright again.
Ian calms him down like that too but it’s really fucking gay to ask a guy to just come lay with you for twenty minutes so you can clear your head long enough to fucking focus so he doesn’t. He locks his bedroom door and sits on his mattress for a few moments before Mandy’s banging on the door and telling him to rejoin the party. He calls her a shitdick and tells her to leave him alone.
He can still hear the music and the drunken laughter but isn’t interrupted for another ten minutes. When there’s a knock he wrenches open the door, prepared to cuss Mandy out but comes face-to-face with the fucking asshole on his mind.
"Dude, I gotta piss." Ian says and shoves past him.
That’s an excuse, of course. When the doors shut and locked Ian lays on Mickey’s bed, hands flopping behind his head. “I am so drunk.” He mumbles.
Mickey can tell because Ian never just lays on his bed without some sort of invitation. He knows how anxious Mickey gets over any sort of semblance that Ian’s starting to get comfortable.
"How drunk?" Mickey asks.
"I’ll be out in like ten minutes." Ian mumbles. "Don’t push me off the bed, it’s so comfo—comf—nice." Ian can’t even talk normally. His speech is stunted and slurred.
Mickey uses this as an opportunity. He straddles Ian swiftly and the boy has his hands on Mickey’s hip, a slight sigh escaping his mouth quickly as Mickey settles his weight on top of the boy.
Ian won’t remember it, so Mickey kisses him.
He holds his face and waits till Ian opens his mouth.
Ian sighs again and it’s a tired sound.
Mickey feels hands gripping at his ass as his heart rate begins to pick up, as his mind clears he hears Ian moan.
All too quickly he feels better and pulls away.