Lip’s mouth is hot and wet and Ian swallows a moan as one hand moves to Lip’s hair, the other over his mouth because Fiona’s room is just a window over.
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They’re sweaty despite the wintry air and Lip shimmies down Ian’s body, cold fingers fumbling with the zip of his jeans as he get’s Ian’s dick out. Lip’s kiss gets sloppy, more the slide of tongue and teeth than actual kiss and Ian twists his wrist, tightens his hold and Lip’s cum is warm where it spreads over his clenched fingers. Lip groans and Ian bites into his mouth while speeding up the pace of his fist. Lip’s thigh between his legs is friction but not enough and Ian slips his hand into the waistband of the older’s jeans, fingers curling around Lip’s now familiar cock.
Lip tastes like cut-rate alcohol and weed and chocolate and Ian licks his way into his mouth just to taste him better. Lip’s fingers tangle in his hair and Ian blindly stubs out the blunt on the roof tile as Lip presses him back against it. Ian kisses Lip because his hands are empty and he can’t stand to see his older brother looking so sad. Lip’s already told him that he was falling in love with Karen but Ian asks again and Lip just keeps staring ahead smoke leaking out from the seam of his lips and Ian doesn’t need Lip to say it to know he does. “Did you love him?” Lip finally asks as Ian passes him back the blunt, their fingers meeting while Ian shakes his head even as he responds with a quiet yes. Ian’s eyes are red rimmed and there’s the bloom of a bruise on his jaw and Lip stares out across the back lot, fingers curling around the neck of the bottle as he brings it to his lips and music from down the block curls on the cold night air. When Mandy finds out about Ian and Mickey when Karen starts going to Sex Addicts Anonymous and Fiona stays instead of leaving with Steve, Lip rolls a blunt and Ian takes a fifth of cheap whiskey from Kash’s and they meet on the back porch roof.
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They are the nights where words don’t matter and skin on skin is the only language they need to speak. Nights where the weed and the alcohol have failed to work are the nights Lip learns the curves of Ian’s body with his tongue and teeth and hands. Nights where Fiona cries at the kitchen table and Debbie stays scarily quiet and Carl doesn’t bother to break or set anything on fire because he’s too busy trying to fight the ache of being so angry at such a young age, are the nights Lip fucks into Ian slow and not so steady. Nights, where everything hurts and nothing hurts at all, are the ones where Lip curls into the circle of Ian’s arms and breathes hot against the pale, freckled skin of his younger brother’s neck. Nights, where Lip feels so angry that nothing seems to work but slamming his fist into the bathroom wall, are the ones when Ian climbs into his cramped bunk.
Summary: I only want you to see me in the dark, where the cracks don't look so bad and the only thing I know is the slide of your lips on mine Spoilers: if you squint 1x09 through 2x01