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Ian arched his back seductively and gyrated to the song’s bass, loving all the eyes on him as he skillfully rolled his body.
He loved being the center of attention. He loved watching strangers eye his taut, muscular body, a body he had worked so hard to achieve. He loved the lust in a man’s eye as they reached forward and shoved money down his tight, barely-there shorts, so close to his cock. He loved providing the material for the fantasies these guys would have later in the night when they were at home stroking their dicks. He was easily the most popular dancer there. Customers sought him out regularly, and he’d earned himself center stage most nights. Most guys went crazy for the hot, redheaded twink; it was heaven on his bank account.
To put it mildly, he wasn’t used to being turned down or not being wanted.
His eyes landed again on the guy at the corner of the bar. The guy had been coming into the Fairy Tail for weeks. He was sexy as fuck; he had dark hair, piercing blue eyes, rough around the edges. Exactly Ian’s type.
The only problem was that the guy didn’t seem to give Ian the time of day, driving Ian insane.
He watched as the guy sipped his drink, his eyes focused on Ethan, the blond dancer on the next stage over.
Ian ignored the jealousy in the pit of his stomach and forced himself to look away, focused on his dancing. There were a few dozen guys surrounding him, unable to take their eyes off him, no doubt wanting to fuck him, but he couldn’t help trying to get the attention of someone else.
After a few songs, Ian decided it was time to take a break, and he hopped off the stage, allowing a few passing gropes from his admirers as he went. He walked to the bar beside his mystery man and leaned in to give the bartender his usual drink order. He then turned his head and eyed the man, whose eyes were on Ethan.
Ian rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh and turned around, pressing his back against the bar and leaning on his elbows, giving the mystery guy an awesome view of his toned chest and chiseled stomach. “Ethan’s a good dancer,” he said, talking loud enough so the other man could hear him over the music, “but I hear he’s a lousy fuck.”
“He’s actually great in the sack,” his crush said with an arch of his eyebrows while taking another sip of his drink.
Ian took the opportunity to look at him closely. He was even sexier up close. He trailed his eyes over the guy’s body, noticing the tattoos on his fingers, and he wanted the man even more. Ian wanted to feel those calloused, tattooed fingers on every inch of his body; in his mouth, up his ass, stroking his cock.
The man threw him a sideways glance. “Something I can help you with?”
Ian leaned in closer to him. “Since Ethan is busy, I can take care of you,” he said in his best seductive voice, which normally worked like a charm on other guys. “Twenty-five will get you a dance, fifty will get you a private show in one of our private rooms.”
“No, thanks,” the man said. “I’m good.”
Ian frowned but quickly recovered, unable to give up so easily. “My name’s Curtis,” he said, pressing even closer.
“I didn’t ask for your name.”
“Well, you might be screamin’ it later.”
“Don’t think so.”
Ian tightened his jaw. The fact that this guy wasn’t taking the bait made Ian want him even more for some fucked-up reason. “What’s wrong? Don’t like what you see?”
The man looked at him, his eyes taking Ian in. “Not my type.”
“Not into redheads, huh?”
“Not really, no.”
Just as Ian was about to open his mouth to object, unwilling to give up, Ethan chose that moment to interrupt.
“There’s my favorite customer,” Ethan purred, throwing Ian a perturbed look while taking the guy’s hand. “Private dance?”
Ian’s crush downed the rest of his drink and placed his glass on the bar before allowing Ethan to lead him away. “See ya, Curtis,” he said with a smirk over his shoulder.
Ian watched after him in disbelief. Still, he wasn’t about to give up. He always got what he wanted.
~~~
Two nights later, Ian dripped with sweat as he danced. It was a busy night, and the crowd was rowdy. He took it all in, loving the attention as usual. He had already earned nearly five hundred dollars for the night and was only four hours into his shift.
Sure enough, his mystery man was there. Once again, his attention was on Ethan. Fucking Ethan.
Ian rolled his eyes but returned to his dancing, intent on pleasing the guys who wanted him.
A little while later, he hopped off the stage and walked over to his crush. After ordering his drink, he leaned toward him. “Can I at least get your name?”
The other man smirked at him over the rim of his glass. “You don’t fuckin’ give up, do you?”
“Not when it’s something I want,” Ian said, his eyes dropping to the other man’s lips.
“Name’s Scott.”
“Scott,” Ian said, trying the name out on his tongue. “You don’t look like a Scott.”
“Yeah, well, you don’t look like a Curtis.”
Ian leaned into him enough so that his bare chest rubbed against the other man’s forearm. “I’ll be whoever you want me to be.”
The man stared back, unyielding. “Maybe I’ll just call you Ian.”
Ian recoiled. “What?”
The man laughed into his glass, his brows arching.
“How do you know my fuckin’ name?”
“Not so confident now, are we, firecrotch?”
“Fuck you,” Ian snapped and turned to walk away. He then stopped short and spun around. “How the fuck do you know my name?” he asked again, moving closer.
“Chill, red,” the man said. “I know who you are. We grew up in the same fuckin’ neighborhood, for fuck’s sake.”
Ian narrowed his eyes at him. Something about the guy seemed familiar, but he definitely would have remembered him. “Who the fuck are you?”
Just then, Ethan sauntered over.
“Ready for me, Mickey?”
The man tensed visibly and sent Ethan a look for giving up his real name.
Ian watched as the enigma of a man stood and followed Ethan toward the private rooms. He was intent on finding out just who the guy was…and then he planned on fucking his brains out.
~~~
It had been nearly a week before Ian saw his crush again. He finished his dance and made his way to the bar. “Hey, Mickey.”
Mickey turned his head, throwing Ian a look of utter distaste. “Don’t you know how to take a fuckin’ hint? I don’t want you.”
“I figured out who you are,” Ian said, unperturbed.
“Good for you,” Mickey groused. “You want a fuckin’ cookie?”
“Never would’ve thought I’d find a Milkovich at the Fairy Tail.”
“Yeah, well, mention it to anyone, and I’ll kick your ass.”
Ian smirked, undeterred, and leaned against the bar. “Ethan isn’t here tonight, in case you were wondering.”
“S’alright,” Mickey said with a shrug. “I’m sure I can find someone else to suck my dick.”
Ian leaned in closer, catching a whiff of Mickey’s cologne. He smelled incredible. “I’ll suck your dick,” he said, his voice raspy. He searched Mickey’s face for a reaction, but got nothing. “Make you forget all about Ethan.”
“Told you, not interested.”
“Why the fuck not?” Ian exclaimed, since Mickey was driving him insane. “You mind tellin’ me what the fuck’s so wrong with me?”
“Told you, not into redheads.”
“Then I’ll turn out the fuckin’ lights.”
“I’m sure you can get one of these geriatric fags to let you suck their dicks,” Mickey said, his eyes surveying the crowd.
“Well, I don’t wanna suck their dicks,” Ian said, leaning in even closer. “I want your dick.”
Mickey motioned to the bartender for another drink.
Ian eyed him, running out of the confidence that usually came so easily to him. It was driving him up the wall that Mickey didn’t want him. He didn’t get it. He decided to try a different approach. He was going to make it impossible for Mickey to ignore him.
“Fine,” Ian snapped. “I know when I’m not wanted. It’s your loss. I woulda rocked your fuckin’ world.” He pushed away from the bar and walked into the crowd, searching for a pawn to speed his game up. He settled on an average-looking guy who looked thrilled to be the current center of Ian’s attention.
Ian turned and backed his ass up against the guy’s crotch, gripping the man’s tie over his shoulder. He gyrated and chewed on his lower lip and pretended to be getting into it. He looked up to find Mickey had turned in his seat and wasn’t even paying him attention. He immediately stopped dancing, his ego shot to hell.
“Why’d you stop?” the stranger asked hotly in his ear, his hand reaching around to grab Ian’s cock through his small shorts.
“Hey, no fuckin’ touching,” Ian spat before walking away from the man, grumbling under his breath as he did so.
~~~
Ian found Ethan alone in the employee locker room three nights later. He thought about it briefly before walking up to the blond twink. “Hey.”
Ethan looked up disinterestedly while rubbing himself with glittered lotion. “Hey.”
Ian studied the other man. He wasn’t blind, the guy was hot… if you liked too skinny, elfish-looking blond twinks. He honestly didn’t know what Mickey saw in him. Ian didn’t want to seem conceited, but he was hotter than that dude.
“So, uh, that Mickey guy,” Ian began, “He a regular customer of yours?”
Ethan shrugged. “I guess. I see him a couple of nights a week. He always pays for one of the private rooms. He doesn’t like to be out in the open. I usually give him head, and he sends me on my way. Doesn’t say much.”
Ian ran a hand through his hair, knowing he was probably stepping over a line, but he pushed ahead anyway. “Next time he comes in, I want him.”
Ethan snorted. “Don’t you think that’s his choice to make?”
“Of course it is,” Ian said with a shrug. “All I’ll need for you to do is get him in the room and put a blindfold on him. I’ll go in and do the rest.”
“I don’t know, man,” Ethan sighed. “He’s a good tipper, and I could use the money.”
“I don’t care about that; I just want him. I’ll give you the tip after I give him the tip,” Ian said with an amused smirk, proud of his pun.
Ethan shrugged. “Yeah, sure, whatever.”
Ian smiled to himself. He would make it hard on Mickey to turn him down.
~~~
Ian was in luck; Mickey was there that night.
He went to the bar and leaned in to order his usual apple martini. He then turned his eyes to Mickey and licked his lips. “Are you warming up to me yet?”
“Not gonna happen, gingerbread,” Mickey said, his eyebrows arching.
“You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Pretty sure I don’t wanna know.”
Their repartee was less catty now, more playful, and he could tell Mickey wasn’t as disgusted as he’d initially pretended to be.
Ian moved closer without warning until he was between Mickey’s legs, pressing Mickey back against the bar. They stared each other down, their faces inches apart.
Mickey looked unimpressed, even though his Adam’s apple bobbed quickly.
“You won’t even give me a chance?” he asked, leaning in close to whisper in Mickey’s ear, his hands gripping the bar’s edge, caging Mickey in.
“Just give up, man,” Mickey retorted. “You’re not even that hot.”
“Bullshit,” Ian said, pulling back to stare into Mickey’s eyes. “There has to be another reason.”
Mickey bit his lower lip and shot his eyebrows upwards, shaking his head.
Ian searched his face before groaning and pushing himself away from Mickey.
Just then, Ethan walked over. “Ready for me?”
Mickey stood up and grabbed Ethan by the nape, yanking him in for a searing, tongue-tangling kiss.
Ian seethed with jealousy while watching the two men kiss.
Finally, they pulled apart.
“See ya, red,” Mickey said breathlessly, shooting Ian an intense look while following the blond dancer toward the private rooms.
Ian stewed in his jealousy and waited a fair amount of time before following the pair, hoping Ethan was still willing to go through with it. He stopped outside the door and shuffled nervously.
The door suddenly opened, and Ethan slipped out, waving his hand frantically, signaling for Ian to slip inside. “You owe me big time for this,” Ethan spat as Ian passed him.
Ian shot Ethan a grin and smacked him playfully on the ass before entering the small private room and closing the door behind him.
“The fuck’s going on?” Mickey groused. “Can we get this show on the road? I don’t got all fuckin’ night.”
Ian leaned back against the door and stared at Mickey sitting on the small red velvet sofa, a blindfold covering his eyes. He pushed himself away from the door and walked over to Mickey.
“Why the fuck am I wearing a blindfold right now, anyway?” Mickey asked, unaware of Ian’s presence.
Ian dropped to his knees in front of Mickey and bravely ran his hands up Mickey’s thighs, stopping his hands right before reaching his cock.
He watched as Mickey visibly swallowed. He smiled, running his palm over the bulge in Mickey’s jeans. He unbuttoned Mickey’s button and then unzipped him, reaching in and grabbing Mickey’s cock.
He stroked Mickey’s cock a few times before leaning in and touching his tongue to the drop of precome on the tip, moaning at the taste.
“Fuck,” Mickey moaned, leaning his head back.
Ian sucked and slurped at the head of Mickey’s cock a little before pulling back. “Mm, you taste even better than I thought you would.”
Mickey stiffened before tearing the blindfold off, glaring at Ian. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“About to give you the best blowjob of your fuckin’ life, relax,” Ian said haughtily. Mickey took him off guard when he shot to his feet, grabbing Ian by the throat as he did so, and dragging him up from his knees. He slammed Ian back against the wall in one fluid motion and pressed his body against Ian’s.
Mickey glared at Ian, furious about being tricked. His face was beet red, and his chest heaved, his hand still wrapped around Ian’s throat.
Ian reached up and wrapped his hand around Mickey’s wrist and removed Mickey’s hand from his throat. He then smirked when he saw Mickey soften around the edges, and he took the opportunity to drop down to his knees.
Mickey stared down at Ian, still stewing with anger but also incredibly horny, and fuck if Ian didn’t look beautiful down on his knees like that, his hard cock pressing against Ian’s chin.
Ian kept his eyes locked on Mickey’s while hooking his fingers under the waistband of Mickey’s jeans and tugging them down and over his hips. He opened wide and took Mickey’s cock in his mouth, without breaking eye contact.
“Fuck,” Mickey sputtered as Ian took him completely in, swallowing as he deepthroated. He grabbed hold of the guy’s stupid red hair with both hands and guided him.
Ian reached around and grabbed handfuls of Mickey’s ass, letting the other man fuck his mouth and taking everything Mickey was giving him.
Mickey licked his lips and tossed his head back, thrusting in and out of that tight, hot, little mouth, loving the way Ian was taking him all in. “Such a good fuckin’ mouth,” he moaned.
Ian smiled around Mickey’s cock before reaching up to wrap a hand around the base. He picked up his pace and pumped his hand, wanting Mickey to come for him. He reached down and palmed his own cock through his tiny shorts.
Mickey stared down at Ian through hooded eyes and watched him touch himself. “Yeah, touch that cock,” he groaned.
Ian moaned around Mickey, his chin wet and sticky with saliva, but he didn’t care much. All he cared about was getting Mickey off. He licked from base to tip, making sure to keep eye contact with Mickey the whole time before engulfing his dick once more.
Mickey tugged hard on Ian’s hair and then shuddered as his orgasm rolled through him. He emptied his hot load down Ian’s throat and continued to fuck Ian’s mouth until he finished.
Ian sat back on his heels and stared up at Mickey with a cocky smirk, wiping at the corner of his mouth. He was caught by surprise when Mickey suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him up.
“Get up,” Mickey rasped. He then pushed Ian roughly against the wall, holding him against it with a forearm to his chest. “Do anything like that again,” he grumbled, running his hand down Ian’s bare chest, down his chiseled abdomen, and ending at his hard cock that was straining against his tight little shorts. “I’ll rip this cock off and shove it down your throat.”
Ian moaned and bit his lip as Mickey stroked him through his shorts.
Mickey leaned in closer, his warm breath caressing Ian’s face. “You got it?” he said, reaching into Ian’s shorts and pulling his dick out.
“Christ,” Ian groaned, gripping Mickey’s shoulders.
“You do have a nice cock,” Mickey muttered, looking down between them to watch his hand stroke Ian’s dick. “I’ll give you that much.”
Ian whimpered when Mickey’s thumb rounded over the tip of his sensitive dick.
“Feel good?” Mickey asked, his voice hoarse beside Ian’s ear.
“So fuckin’ good,” Ian sputtered, nearing the edge.
“You gonna come for me?”
“Fuck yeah, so close.”
“Good,” Mickey said before removing his hand, causing Ian to whimper in protest.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Teachin’ you a fuckin’ lesson,” Mickey said before grabbing his coat and throwing some crumpled bills on the sofa.
“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”
“No one gets one over on me,” Mickey said, slipping his coat on. He threw Ian a smirk before exiting the room.
Ian stood slumped against the wall, still panting and heaving, his cock hard and dripping. He ran a hand down his sweaty face and groaned, knowing he would have to take care of himself before going back out there and returning to his job.
Fucking Mickey Milkovich.
~
The next night, Mickey walked into the Fairy Tail and glanced around.
Tim, the bartender, walked over to him. “Want your usual drink?”
“Not right now, man,” Mickey said as his eyes skimmed over the crowd. “Lookin’ for someone.”
“You looking for Ethan?” Tim asked. “He’s right over there.”
Mickey barely heard him, though; he’d already spotted Ian through the crowd. “Goin’ with something a little different tonight,” he said more to himself than to Tim. He pushed his way through the crowd and stopped next to where Ian was standing.
Ian looked up from the conversation he had been having with one of the bouncers, his surprise evident on his face. “Mickey?”
“Looking for a private dance,” Mickey said, reaching up and rubbing his thumb over his lower lip while eyeing Ian up in his ridiculous gold shorts.
Ian smirked at him before nodding. He grabbed Mickey’s hand and turned around, draping Mickey’s arm over his shoulder while leading them back toward the private rooms.
Neither noticed Ethan watching after them, shaking his head with a dramatic roll of his eyes.
Looks like he had lost another one to Ian fucking Gallagher.