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Mickey Milkovich is a senior in high school with a shitty attendance record and a dominant attitude. Whenever someone talked down to him he always made a point that he was the one with the power because of the family he was born into; because the Milkovich's will fuck you up, literally. He tatted it to his knuckles when he was fifteen just to have more of a dangerous thug effect.
He hates school with a passion. He hates the shitty teachers that can barely fucking teach for the life of them, he hates all the students there that are all fucking happy and cheery like life couldn't get better, he hates every single slutty chick that throws themselves at him, and he hates all the subjects that he's failing. But most of all, he hates sitting or walking down the hall all by himself. He hates being lonely, he can't escape it. He's lonely at home, at school, even when he's socializing with his dumb fucking brothers.
Even though it's his last year of high school, he wouldn't be surprised if they flunked him,.. he's so behind in every subject and he can't be fucked catching up or even attending school. What's the point? He's fucked for life. He barely shows up twice a week and when he does, he terrifies all the kids into giving him their lunch money and beats up all the dorks. Hands down he's THE school bully... Well, at least until a certain redhead pipes up and takes over that role.
"THE FUCK GINGER?! Why the fuck are you beating the shit out of him?!" Mickey roared, shoving him into the lockers.
"Well, Milkovich, this school is lacking in bullying... Thought I'd be the man, step up!" He explained with a stupid fucking grin on his face.
The poor kid ran off as fast as he could before one of them started pummeling his face in again or stealing what money he had left.
"Yeah? Well, this shit hole already has one, fuck head." Mickey stated while smacking the back of his head. "And how the fuck do you know my last name?!"
"And here I was thinking everyone knew your name. You know, because you and your family are sooo fuckingg scaryy. Right?"
That was it. He'd had enough of his smartass mouth with his fucking smug facial expressions. He dashed forward grabbing onto his throat with one hand and smacking the back of his head into the lockers. He flexed his fingers around the younger man's neck, digging his fingernails into the skin. He was expecting the redhead to groan and plead for him to stop but what he received instead was.. A.. Smile? Is he fucking smiling right now?
He tightened his grip hoping it would finally make it disappear, but it didn't. It was making his blood boil just staring at it. Those lips.. curled into a massive grin... Those pink lips... Perfect shaped pink lips that are so close to his that he could just.. NO, what the fuck Mickey? Milkovich's don't do this shit. The fuck?
He tore his eyes away just to lose himself into sparkly green ones that were staring down at him. Fuck. How are they that fucking green? He was getting angrier by the second. What gives this guy the right to waltz in here, acting all top shit then make MICKEY of all fucking people feel nervous. Because that's what he was. Nervous.
Without noticing it, his hand had loosened around the younger man's throat and he was rubbing the skin next to his Adam's apple with his thumb, as he stared at his face. At his cute freckles, his long beautiful lashes, his flaming red hair... Fuckkkkk.
"You nervous Milkovich? Mm, interesting."
He broke out of his trance and punched the wall just above his head as hard as he could. He had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from whining.
"You're sexy when you're angry you know that?"
This fucking guy.
"FUCK YOU!" Mickey yelled, flipping back to an angry attitude.
He tore his hand away, ignoring the need to touch him again, and turned back around to find a whole crowd of people staring at the shit show.
"FUCK YOU ALL LOOKING AT? FUCK OFF!"
Every single person scattered in fright and Mickey took one last glance at the mysterious guy whose name he didn't even know.
"Touch one more fucking person and you're fucking dead! Got it red? It's MY fucking job! Shithead." He started walking out of the hallway, away from the man when...
"The names Gallagher. Ian Gallagher." Ian smiled, peeling his body off the locker.
He didn't even turn around, just flipped him off with his non-bloody hand above his head and stormed away.
Fucker.
Two days later, Mickey was sitting all by himself, yet again, in the sad excuse of a trigonometry class. He hadn’t shown up to school yesterday, just sat around the house eating sleeping and jacking off in his room. If he had it his way, he’d never leave his room again. What’s the point? Same old shit, no friends to talk to, no family to bond with - except his sister - and no job to complain about. He literally just had to show up to school - when he actually managed too - and sell a shit load of drugs each day. That was his life.. And he hated it. He hated this feeling. He hated being so... isolated, unwanted.. and unloved. He just wanted to be alone forever but he also didn’t want to be lonely. Whatever. He didn’t make sense.
His teacher had literally fallen asleep reading out some shit he wasn’t interested in, he’d probably sell some coke and pay Mandy to do it for him. She’s supposed to be smart right? He had only paid her a couple times before but that wasn’t Trig, it was English and science shit. Whatever, he’ll give her a tip, hopefully, that will make her use her brain.
He thought about just threatening some scrawny fuck into doing his homework but he figured maybe one sibling in the family isn’t fucked for life. Maybe Mandy could actually get out of this fucking shit excuse of a neighborhood. So he just dumps all his work on her expecting her to get smart or some shit.
He was slouched in his chair, at the back of the class throwing scrunched up paper balls at the kid in front of him. Today he was extremely pissed off because that same kid had the fucking nerve to refuse to pay up two hundred bucks. Stupid fuck didn’t know how the fucking Southside works when it comes to dealing, especially with the Milkovich’s. He kicked the chair out from under him making him fall flat on his ass. The kid yelped as he jumped up grabbing both cheeks, embarrassed when all the students laughed at him.
“Leave me alone!” He yelled in Mickey’s face.
“Pay up then fucker.”
The brunette then stood up, towering over the kid making him shudder as he glared at him. “You have till Friday. Which gives you how many days?” Mickey asked in a sarcastic, smartass tone.
“Two and a half?”
“That’s right fuck head. And if you don’t pay up, I’ll get my older brothers, grab some fucking assault rifles then track down your stoned ass. GOT IT?”
The teacher startled awake from Mickey’s yelling, which no one seemed to notice. He rolled his eyes, knowing no to fuck with a Milkovich then rested his head back on the desk.
“Y-Yeah” The boy squeaked.
Suddenly Mickey’s whole demeanor switched from angry and demanding to satisfied and cheery. “That’s what I want to hear! Great, see you then.”
He shoved him back down to his seat, grabbed his sheet of homework then stomped over to the teacher attempting to fall asleep, yet again.
“Oi you, Mr. Fuckin Worthless as Shit.” He slammed his hand down making the middle-aged man jump. “How about you actually teach something huh? Fucking piece of shit.”
After all that, he had strolled out the class like he owned the joint, he liked that feeling. He liked being powerful and in control like no one could touch him. Like he was, immortal? Really Mickey? Okay.
He had the urge to be at home, in his bed, sleeping. These days he just sleeps most of the time, so much so that he wouldn’t leave his room for days. Not that anyone cared anyway. Everyone is always too busy to worry about tough, middle sibling Mickey. Not that he was complaining, he’d rather not talk about feelings and all that shit thank you!
He was almost completely out of the building when he heard screaming in the locker rooms. Who the fuck is screaming? He hadn’t knocked any heads together yet. The fuck? Instead of just ignoring it and scrambling home under the covers, he followed the yelling. He entered the locker room only to feel like whoever it was, was still so far away. He walked in further, turned a corner, and another, then had to duck behind shower lockers when he saw.. Ian fucking Gallagher.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from his pale muscular back, and his perfect tight ass with scalding hot water bouncing off of it. He was running his hands down his face and through his hair which made his shoulder blades flex. Just staring was starting to get him hard and that’s when the beautiful redhead turned around.. He was ripped, so amazingly ripped. He was drooling as his eyes scanned down even further, his sharp v line, his red happy trail then finally his huge, pink cock. Even soft he was fucking hung!
He felt the blood in his mouth. Probably from biting down on his bottom lip too damn hard. Fuck. Just as he was about to leave instead of being a weird gay ass pervert, he heard the voices again.
“I just don’t understand why you’re doing this? We were happy, together..” An Asian brunette stated appearing in Mickey’s sight.
Who the fuck is this guy?
“WE. WERE. NEVER. TOGETHER. We fucked a couple times that’s it. We were never boyfriends. Ever.”
Even though he was raised to hate, spit and shame on homesexuals, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief and smile. Okay, so Ian is gay. Good to know.
“Whatever then. Why end our... Fucking?”
Mickey couldn’t help but cringe. Who the fuck asks that?
“The fu - Maybe I like someone else, ever think of that? Someone that is sexy as all fuck and hopefully isn’t as loud as you in bed.”
Ouch!
“Oh and preferably doesn’t like Iraqi soldiers.”
What?
“You know what, whatever man. Can do better than you anyway.”
“Yeah, best of wishes,” Ian said sarcastically. “Now fuck off to class so I can shower.” The man was almost out the room when he mumbled ‘asshole’ under his breath, fortunately, Ian heard and flipped him off.
He knew he should leave and that this was perhaps the most faggoty thing he’s ever done but something held him there. Like a fucking anchor. Ian rested his head on the wall, giving Mickey a breathtaking side view. He looked exhausted and miserable, maybe.. detached from the world. He turned around so the upper half of his back was pressed against the wall and just let the waterfall down his body.
Maybe he was still high from earlier this morning but he could have sworn he saw tears in Ian’s eyes. His eyebrows had crumpled up and his face had gone bright red. Why is he crying? Ian’s hands were clenched into fists and he smashed one of them into the wall, never moving the rest of his body.
Mickey left right after that. Everything about that whole scene just seemed too... intimate and personal. He should have left as soon as he saw that guy. He shouldn’t have stayed and listened to a private conversation.
He was outside in the parking lot, smoking a cigarette while pacing around. He couldn’t get him out his mind. Couldn’t get images and dirty thoughts out his mind was more like it. He needed the anger he had towards him to come back when he was a smug bastard that wouldn’t wipe his fucking grin off his face.
“That’s your fifth cigarette.” A manly voice spoke.
Mickey spun around and to his surprise he found Ian standing right in front of him, all sparkly eyed and that smile. “What?” He managed to croak out.
“That’s your fifth smoke in fifteen minutes, and you’ve been pacing around here like a madman.”
“Fucks it to you?”
He took another drag, raising his eyebrows daring him to say another thing about his smoking habit. He knew he was gonna die young from it anyway, why point out how many he’s had? What’s he even doing out here?
“What you can’t figure out who to bash next?”
“Fuck off.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll do it for you. Gallagher name already has bad rep.”
“I fucking told you already, no knocking heads!”
“Yeah yeah, blah blah. I’m not scared of you Milkovich.”
Mickey scoffed, “Yeah, okay Gallagher.”
“Mm, you remembered,” Ian smirked.
He took a step closer to Mickey, as usual, his guard was up and his whole body stiffened as a million thoughts ran through his head. Why the fuck did he take a step closer? Is he going to touch me? Hit me? I swear if he fucking touches me, he’s a dead man!
“Pass?” Ian asked holding out a hand.
“What?” Mickey choked.
“Drag?”
“What?”
“You know what a drag is right?”
Finally, he collected himself, as he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Of course I fucking do. And no you fucking prick. Fuck off.”
“Ok? Whatever man. Don’t you have class?”
“Ditching, what’s your fucking excuse? Mummy didn’t sign a permission slip to watch PG rated movies?”
He proudly stormed off, happy that he wasn’t acting like such a bitch anymore. Who the fuck stares at someone like that then freezes up when they take a step closer? Not a Milkovich that’s for sure. Fuck. What’s wrong with him? And what was with that lame ass movie comment?
“Yo Lip? Where you at?” Ian asked as he tumbled down the stairs.
“Here.” He answered from the armchair. "Smoke a blunt with me before school?”
“Yeah, alright.”
He virtually collapsed onto the sofa sinking into it, resting his arm on the side and placing his feet on the coffee table. Lip sighed as he passed him the lit joint, looking miserable as hell. Ian chose to ignore him and just wait for Lip to give in and tell him what the hell was going on. Probably has girl problems or his fucking perfect GPA dropped. Whatever it was he knew it was going to be pathetic.
“Jesus christ, what’s wrong with you?” Ian gave in.
“Nothin.”
“Bullshit.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I tell you fucking everything asshole.”
“Fucking fine. I um, I can’t get hard...” Ian just burst out laughing unable to control himself. “Fuck off you prick.” Lip fumed.
“Wh-Why can’t you get hard?” Ian wondered trying to calm himself down.
“Saw a fat naked guy on the L... I think that’s why. I don’t know.”
And again Ian broke out with laughter filling the whole room with his cute giggles. He thought for a second that he might actually die of laughter if he doesn’t get oxygen to his lungs. Several hits later they were both slurring their words while they stared off into the world of oblivion.
“Frank owes money to some guy at the Alibi. Around here somewhere trying to steal money from us, saying we’re ungrateful fucks.”
“Yeah? Asshole.”
“KIDSSSS BREAKFASTTTTT!” Fiona screamed from the kitchen.
“Shut up Fi!” Lip yelled back.
She jumped and dropped whatever she was holding. “Lip? Ian? What are you’s doing in here? You ready for school? What do you want on your sandwiches? Do you just want money? Here, have money.”
She started rummaging through her pockets to scramble up some change for the both of them.
“Fi, we’re fine. Sit the fuck down. Relax for fuck's sake.” Lip demanded.
She sat next to Ian on the couch for two seconds before jumping up again saying she needs to make lunch.
“Fi stop,” Ian said grabbing her arm. “Have a hit.”
Without thinking she snatched the joint from him and took a massive hit, then another, and another. Carl and Debbie made their own lunches and ate breakfast while all three of them didn’t move an inch. It was nice in a way, actually sitting back and not doing anything for a change.
“So, I think the plan is working,” Ian muttered, sitting forward a bit to lean on his knees.
“Yeah? Big bully Ian. Still find it funny.” Lip laughed.
“Yea yea, shut up.”
“What plan?” Fiona questioned.
“Oh, you’ll love this Fi.” Lip chuckled.
“Again, shut up. Most of it was your idea!” He turned towards his older sister. “So ah, there’s this guy and he never pays attention to me, hasn’t in years.”
“Okay?”
“He beats people up and shit, so like I’m doing the same to steal his thunder... And it’s working it’s getting him pissed off and it’s sexy I think he’s gay and he looks nervous around me and I think he likes me but I don’t know yet.-”
“Ian, Ian fucking breathe man,” Lip ordered smacking his arm.
He took a few deep breaths letting his siblings go over everything he had confessed about his current situation. He probably seems like such and idiot and a dork for doing something so stupid. Fuck.
“So, you’re beating people up and being a little shit?”
“Yeah.”
“So this guy will get pissed and finally pay attention to you?”
“Yeah.”
“And he’s gay?”
“No, I think he’s gay.”
“Why again?”
“He gets nervous around me, I can sense it.”
“Okay. Okay, so what’s the problem?”
“What if- What if he isn’t gay and he thinks I’m disgusting if I go too far or what if he is gay but thinks I'm ugly or what if he can sense I’m not really a smartass, thug asshole and tells me to fuck off because I’m pathetic or what if I say the wrong thing-”
“Fuck, oh my god sweet face breathe.”
He took long deep breaths again waiting for someone the break the silence. Literally anyone.
“You’re such a dork,” Lip commented.
Besides him.
“First you’re not ugly or pathetic, and if he is gay and likes you then he’d probably find it cute at the effort you put in,” Fiona said trying to cheer him up.
“Or, he’ll think I’m a desperate fuck and won’t like me.”
“Ian-”
“I’m going to school.” Ian cut off jumping off the couch. “Coming lip?”
“Yeah. Kids, you ready?”
“Carl bit me!” Debbie complained.
“I didn’t do shit!”
“Carl! Language!” Fiona warned.
He made a new friend today, Mandy, she was outgoing, incredibly beautiful and extremely flirtatious. She wore dark clothes with ripped jeans, her hair was dark brown, close to black with a fringe and she had this cute nose piercing that complimented her extremely well. After he told her he’s gay, (not caring if anyone heard and started bullying him for a change) she cut back a bit on the flirting, strictly staying in the friend zone. Which was exactly what he needed, a friend. He didn’t have many of those. None actually. The only person he actually talked to and told all his secrets too was Lip and he’s a dick.
Mandy had switched all her classes because the teachers were either shit or perverts, which worked out good in both their favors. They ditched second period with Lip to get stoned even more in an alley, then in math Mandy filled out all Ian’s work. He didn’t understand why someone would voluntarily do someone else’s work until Mandy explained that her asshole older brother pays her to do his work so she’s sort of smart for a tenth grader.
They were heading to P.E. now, tremendously slow it was ridiculous. Neither of them wanted to go but the fucking P.E. teacher saw them in the hall when they were about to ditch ten minutes earlier, so of course, they have to go.
“GOT MY MONEY BITCH?!” Someone roared from around the corner.
Mandy’s eyes widened as a massive smile appeared on her lips, Ian just peered around the lockers to see if it was who he thought it was. Yep, it was.
“I can go get my ak right now! Huh, you want that?”
“Thought it was assault rifles.” The kid snorted.
Mickey punched him straight in the stomach making him tumble over onto the floor. No one was around except the four of them which made things weird. Doesn’t Mickey usually bash guys when there’s a crowd?
“Shut the fuck up! Where’s my fucking money?!” Mickey roared as he grabbed his shirt and pinned him against the lockers.
Oh, this is real shit. Probably something to do with drugs. Suddenly Ian had an idea, a very stupid idea that will probably earn him a punch in the face but it was the best he had. He left Mandy hiding around the corner and waltzed up to Mickey and this mysterious stranger with a grin on his face and his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. He looked like one of those top shit kids with an FBI attitude. Mickey hated it. Mickey loved it.
He leaned against the lockers right next to both of them making the boy shiver at his sight. Mickey looked pissed, real fucking pissed like he could just beat the time out of him instead. But regardless, he proceeded.
“Give him his fucking money NOW!” Ian demanded, putting on his ‘scary’ face.
And just like magic, the not so tough boy handed Mickey two hundred bucks with shaky hands and a terrified look. Fuck he isn’t that scary, is he? Sweetface baby Ian is literally scaring the shit out of these kids. Jesus.
“C-Can I go now?”
“Yeah, sure. Fuck outta here. And next time pay up the fucking first time prick!” Ian yelled. “There you go Mick, problem solved. I guess they aren’t as scared of you as you think they are.”
Mickey looked like he was about to pounce on him and fuck up his beautiful complexion, his face was bright red with his fists clenching beside him. Mandy suddenly came into the picture with one arm wrapping around Mickey’s neck and her other around his back, with her face pressed into the crook of his neck.
“Where were you asshole?” Mandy sobbed into his shirt.
He looked surprised and confused like he didn’t know who the fuck this girl was until his face changed to loving and affectionate. He wrapped his arms as tight as he could around her waist and shoulders breathing in her scent like it was his life support.
“Out. I’m okay, really.” Mickey reassured.
What? Are they, like, together? The fuck is happening right now?
“I should have stopped him. I’m so sorry dad is like that Mick, you don’t deserve it.”
“It’s alright. Nothing new.”
And that’s when he saw it. The slightly purple bruises just forming on Mickey’s forehead and under his eye. Who hurt him? Did someone fight him back or something?
“Iggy went out looking for you. He’s trying to be the ‘big brother’.”
Okay, siblings. They’re related. Wow. Wait, they’re talking about their dad,... Did he hurt him? Did he do that to his face? That’s so fucked up.
“He’s a fuckhead,” Mickey mumbled as he released her.
“Anyway, this is Ian. Ian this is Mickey.”
“Yeah, I know who he is. He’s a dickhead.” Mickey challenged.
“Yeah? You’re a-”
“Wait how do you’s know each other?” Mandy interrupted.
“Long story Mands. You guys friends or some shit?”
“Yeahhh why?”
“You fucking stoned?” He questioned grabbing onto her face.
“Since when do you care?” Mandy giggled as she pulled her face away.
“Since Gallagher is a fucking bad influence, that’s when.”
All she could do was chuckle, “Mick, we get stoned every fucking day. Calm down, princess.” And then they were both laughing. Ian and Mandy. At Mickey.
“Get to fucking class,” Mickey ordered shoving her in the direction.
“Whatever. Be home tonight, I can’t stand it there without you.” He gave her a small nod never breaking his gaze from Ian. “You coming, Ian?”
“Yep.” He grinned.
He walked past him, brushing their shoulders together while the smug look on his face just grew. Something about getting Mickey pissed off was just so hot. Maybe he was a little too high but he maybe.. sort of.. saw his lip curl up into a smile for a split second. He’s enjoying this too.
His dad and brothers had gone out of town for a few days on ‘business’ when really it was drug runs or gun shipments. He always wondered why Terry didn’t just come out and say what he was doing, it’s not like he hasn’t taken him on a few trips himself. He hated going with him, he’d rather just do the dealing around the neighborhood instead of actually leaving town, but he always got roped into doing it because his brothers are lazy. Worthless piece of shits. Thank god they went instead of him this time.
The house was all his apart from Mandy coming in and out all the time with random guys. He didn’t mind it that much, as long as they keep it down and she doesn’t end up on sixteen and pregnant. Some days though, he really just wanted to beat the shit out of every guy she brang home because no one should be touching and treating his little sister like that, but Mandy insisted that he stay out of it.
He was laying in bed, as per usual, really in need to rub one out to get out all this built up anger. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him then reached under his bed to grab the ancient laptop that he hadn’t touched in months. It took several minutes for it to actually get started up and connected to their shitty ass wifi but once it had, he immediately googled lesbian porn in an attempt to rid Gallagher out his head.
After scanning all the videos of weird shit he wishes he never saw, he came across ‘TWO HOT BRUNETTES IN LINGERIE’. Okay sure. Hopefully, this works. He tore off his black tracksuit pants and underwear with it then shifted on his bed so he was comfortable.
He couldn’t get hard. Not one bit. Not even semi-hard. This is just not his day already. He thought he just needed to get past all the awkward, cringe-worthy make-out session in the beginning, but that wasn’t it. There was something missing. Something that was preventing him from getting an erection.
He started scrolling through all the videos attempting to find something that caught his eye until he came across ‘Jake Bass nails Asher Hawk’. He stared at it, for god knows long, long enough that the battery sign came up warning him to plug it in. He grabbed the cord as he sighed then plugged it into the powerpoint and his laptop. After he got comfortable again he finally entered the video trying to convince himself that it’s just to check the ratings.. or the likes.. or the comments. But no he liked what he saw. He couldn’t take his eyes off Jake, the one with all the sexy tattoo’s, he just kept thrusting into him over and over again from behind. Fuck it was hot, but not enough to get him hard.
He searched his other videos trying to find something although he was unsure of what that something was. ‘Connor Maguire and Jake Bass Flip Fuck- Scene 1’. A redhead. Fuck. He watched the redhead relentlessly pound into Jake with his legs up to his shoulders and his hands wandering everywhere. He studied the look on the tatted guys face, it was absolutely riddled with pleasure, lust and want, like he was living his dream. The ultimate fucking dream.
He was fully hard now and drooling over the way Connor’s big, pink cock disappeared then reappeared in the brunette tight ass. It was beautiful and sexy and everything he wanted. Everything he wanted but could never have. Fucking Terry. He couldn’t stop watching even when he had Terry’s voice screaming in his head telling him how much of a disgrace he is to be his son like he didn’t already know that. Fuck off.
He didn’t even touch himself, just kept watching their faces and cocks, and the way they moved, like god, had intended them to please each other like that. Damn right he had! But then he got really fucking annoyed and angry out of nowhere. Annoyed because the redhead reminded him of that fucking Gallagher that won’t leave his head and the fact that he could never have him, due to his homophobic prick father and the neighborhood he lives in. Angry because he couldn’t get hard at anything else apart from gay porn.. with a ginger.
Fuck.
He violently slammed the laptop shut and threw it on the floor giving zero fucks if he broke the fucking thing or not, he was too busy drowning to care. He pulled his pants and underwear back on then hid under his covers to try shut off his mind, even for just five seconds he just needed to leave.
He hated himself for being who he is, for being a Milkovich, born in the ghetto with a homophobic abusive father, being raised in this shitty life doing drug runs, getting beaten almost every day but most of all.. he hates himself for being gay. He doesn’t even call himself that, just tells himself he likes dick and just thinks of it as something he wouldn’t mind doing on the side and there’s nothing gay about it. Because if he did admit it.. To himself outloud.. There would be no taking it back. It would be real and then he would be dead. So he tries to brainwash himself into being straight, like god intended.. bullshit. It doesn’t work.
There were some days when he really thought about taking himself out, like right after Terry had beaten him half to death for doing absolutely nothing or when he would start thinking and never stop. He had no reason to be there, no purpose, no dreams, no happiness.. just emptiness. Blackness. Nothing. He is nothing.
In the midst of all is scary, dramatic thoughts, Mandy came bursting in all fucking happy while holding her phone up to her ear.
“M-Mickey?” She hesitated while shaking the bed. “You okay?” All he could do was grunt in response because he just wanted her to leave. He pulled the covers up over his head so the flickering lights from the hallway can’t hurt his eyes. “Mick? Do you want to go out, get some breakfast?”
“Not hungry.” He mumbled.
“You haven’t eaten in two days though.. You should eat.”
“Did I ask for your fucking opinion?” Mickey huffed in response.
“Whatever, I’ll bring you back something.” She pressed her phone back up to her face to speak to whoever was on the phone. “It’s just us, you got weed?”
“Who the fuck you talking to?” Mickey questioned sounding puzzled.
Is it some guy she’s fucking? Why would she want me to go with her if she’s with her boy toy? He shoved the covers off him to sit up and lite up a cigarette he was dying for.
“It’s Ian.”
For fuck's sake. Just like that, he was back to thinking about the flawless redhead again, after desperately trying to forget about him after the porn shit.
“I’m definitely not going then.”
“Whatever.”
“Probably has shit weed too.”
She flipped him off then opened all his curtains making him squint his eyes and curse at her. She slammed his door on the way out leaving Mickey frustrated and a little bit angry that SHE is going to see Ian and not him. What the fuck? He’s supposed to hate the guy.
He was outside on his front porch staring at Ian and Mandy greeting each other on the footpath by throwing their arms around each other. He had just wanted to get some fresh air to clear his head but after he finally got dressed, he walked out here and found this. This of all the shit he could find. A fucking homeless guy smoking crack while wearing a diaper would have been better. Fuck, even his dad would have been better because he couldn’t help but wish he was Mandy in Ian’s arms. Inhaling his scent, been picked up and spun around, being playful and… wait… what the fuck? Did she just kiss him? Or did he kiss her? Was it on the mouth or cheek? Probably cheek, calm the fuck down Mickey, he’s gay. Fuck.
“You decided to come or are you just gonna be emo?” Mandy joked when she noticed Mickey standing there like a creep.
“Fuck off.” He grunted then proceeded to walk past them.
“You okay Mick?” Ian asked sounding really concerned.
“Fuck off.” He repeated, pushing him out the way with his shoulder.
He kept his head down the whole time, he didn’t need to see Gallaghers face even more than he already had or drool over his golden red hair or.. Wait.. did he ask if I’m okay? Whatever. Probably was just being polite anyway. He took one last glance at them both and saw Mandy’s arm wrapped around his waist while Ian did the same. They were too close. Nope, that’s enough. He needed a drink.
He woke up around one in the afternoon because he didn’t get in until four last night. Fucking Mandy and her drugs and alcohol. She kept talking about all this scientific shit that he didn’t know a thing about. He hates science. Throw him a lesson about the Military or ROTC then he’ll be happy, but she seemed really into it talking about all this chemical bullshit.
He heard yelling downstairs and then something smash and then.. right on cue, Frank’s fucking voice. What the fuck is he doing here this time? He lazily rolled out of bed and found the nearest jeans and t-shirt he could find then followed the loud noises downstairs.
“FUCK OFF FRANK! GET OUT!!” Fiona yelled attempting to shove him out the back door.
“Now that’s no way to treat your father. You should be thanking me.”
“For what? Leaving us starving, freezing, scared on a corner so you can go shoot up, or abandoning all six of your kids and making the eldest one step up, or.. or giving Ian and Lip so many blood noses I lost count. Huh? You want me to thank you for dumping all your shit on me?”
“You should be thanking me for not pulling out and spilling your ungrateful, abortion-should-have-been on your mother's leg!” Frank spat.
“Please, you were too high to pull out.”
“Now that’s beside the point. This is my house too. I can stay here if I fucking want to!”
“No Frank. Get the fuck out.” Ian jumped in, still standing on the stairs.
“Ian! My boy!” He shoved past Fiona to get to Ian. “Now, how is my first born son?”
“Lip is your first born and I’m not even yours.”
“Yeah, he’s the lucky one.” Fiona smiled as she returned to the kitchen.
“You were raised by me so you’re mine.” Frank cheered pulling Ian down from the stairs.
“No, Fiona raised us. Fuck off.”
“Have you got any money on you? Need to pay for some stuff.”
“Your beats? No. GET THE FUCK OUT!”
He quite literally kicked him out on his ass and locked the door behind him so he couldn’t get back in. He turned to Fiona and found he crouching on the floor picking up broken glass. Fuckin Frank. He helped her clean up then headed out the door throwing on a thick jacket over the top of his black t-shirt.
He walked in the kash and grab, ducking his face from Kash in case he tried pulling some weird shit again like he did on his shifts, and went straight to the coolers. He grabbed two-six packs of beer, a whole lot of snacks, milk, and bread. When he went up to the counter Kash was gone and it was just this new kid serving him. Thank god.
Mickey was outside the store watching Kash climb into his car and drive off, fuck knows why. He looked good. Really fucking good. Like breathtaking... mouthwatering, fuckin stop it Ian. He’s probably not even into guys. He did look good though. He was wearing his same old jeans with this black t-shirt that had some weird ass picture and then he had an army green thick jacket over the top.
Some neighborhood kids were headed towards the store so Ian took the opportunity to piss off Mickey by scaring or beating the shit out of them. He didn’t know if his plan was working or not. It did seem a bit stupid though. Who turns into a completely different person just to get someone to constantly think about you? Pathetic.
He left his shit on the counter then walked outside with the creepiest walk of all time. Like the fucking joker or some shit. Surprisingly the boys froze when he had only started this crap, like, a week and a half ago. News travels fast.
He ruffed one guy up and threatened the other all while glancing towards and very angry, pissed off Milkovich that looked like he was going to kill him straight after this. The guys took off in the other direction as fast as they could while Ian leaned against the store window, arms crossed over his chest, staring straight at Mickey. He was practically daring him to come over and do something about it with his fucking smirk and eyebrow twitch. It was sexy as hell. Mickey took off but not before flipping him off... Twice. Satisfied, he collected his groceries then headed home.
Fiona and Lip were nowhere to be seen, Debbie was babysitting a bunch of kids although it wasn’t as many kids as she usually has, and Carl was convincing all the older-ish kids to steal their parents' money. Jesus. He put away all the food, helped his little sister out a little bit, then ran upstairs to take a shower.
Half an hour later he was clean and dressed in his bedroom when Lip stormed into the room and collapsed on his bed. He had blood everywhere, black eye, split lip, and bruises all over his face. What the fuck?
“I hate you,” Lip muttered. “I fucking hate you.”
“Fuck happened to you?” Ian half laughed sitting up a bit.
He grabbed the joints out his drawer expecting this to be an entertaining story. Lip snatched them out his hands and lit up one for himself. After he passed it to Ian he finally explained what happened.
“Your boyfriend..”
“Boyfriend?”
“Mick-Mickey.”
“Wha-He did this to you? What the fuck?!”
“Yep. Said you should know better than to fuck with a Milkovich. I fucking hate you, Ian.”
What the fuck? Did he really just jump Lip because of me? Is this my fault? What am I saying, of course, it’s my fault. Fuck this he’s not getting away with this, no fucking way. He stubbed out his joint as fast as he could, leaped up and ran out the room determined to find the fucking asshole who did this. Who the fuck brings family into it?
“Where the fuck are you going?! Ian!” Lip called out.
“Out!”
He ran downstairs, dodging toddlers as he went heading towards the front door.. but not without the bat of course.
He was crouching on the footpath across the street of the Milkovich house, behind these dumpsters that smelt revolting. He had been waiting for almost an hour now, his legs were starting to hurt so he sat down instead. Soon his ass started hurting.
An hour had passed and he was only just starting to think Mickey wasn’t home. He was playing games on his phone while he waited, occasionally texting Lip at the same time. He kept changing positions, kneeling, sitting, crouching but no matter what something started hurting. He didn’t even know what he was going to do when he found him. Hit him? Verbally abuse him? Fuck knows. He didn’t even want to do this but family is family.
One hour and forty-five minutes was what it took for Ian to give up and go home until Mickey finally came out his house. He was walking oddly fast, his hands were behind his head and he looked... Distraught. Like he needed someone to comfort him. What? No, he jumped Lip for fuck's sake.
He was determined to get somewhere so Ian followed close behind, but not too close behind that he could turn around and spot him straight away, and not too far away that he would lose him. He followed him to the Kash and Grab and waited in an alley for Mickey to buy beer, then eventually they came to a stop at the baseball field. Confused he hid so he couldn’t see him and watched as Mickey jumped over the fence. He looked happier there like it’s his personal safe place. Does he come here all the time?
He walked closer just to get a better view of his flawless face. He was looking around at the grass and then the bleachers with a gorgeous smile on his face that made Ian smile even more. What’s so special about this place?
Suddenly his face dropped and he looked sad again. The fuck? No!! Where did his smile go? He frowned, leaned on the wall in the bleachers and slid down to he was basically curled up in a ball. He popped a lid off of a beer and took a massive mouthful while Ian debated interrupting this moment. He saw Lip’s beat up face in his head and decided to go for it, Mickey is a dick. He climbed the fence which was quite hard with a bat in your hand then turned around to Mickey who looked surprised, confused and angry all at the same time. Even his eyebrows looked angry.
JOINT POV
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Mickey half-yelled, not moving an inch from where he was sitting.
“YOU JUMPED MY FUCKING BROTHER, ASSHOLE!” Ian yelled back pointing the bat straight at his face.
“You wouldn’t fucking listen. Gonna listen now ginger?”
“No.”
And that’s when he noticed more new bruises on his face, they were only faint like they were just developing, but they were there. “What happened to your face? Lip got a couple undercuts in?”
“No fuckhead. He wishes.”
“So what happened?”
At first, he thought about actually giving in and telling him what had happened and about his life, but he didn’t want to be a little bitch about it. So what if your dad uses you as his own personal punching bag literally all the time? So what if you feel so alone and depressed every second of the day and actually debate suicide. So what if you can’t be who you are and like who you like because your own father would kill you? *Sigh*
“None of your fucking business. Fuck off.”
“No, you still jumped Lip.”
“Yea, what are you gonna do about it huh? You gonna hit me?” He was standing now while provoking Ian. “Come on tough guy. Hit me. You wanna be tough, prove it, bitch! Hit me”
He pressed his chest to the tip of the bat and held his arms out telling.. or begging Ian to do something. Anything. But he didn’t.
“FUCK YOU!” Ian screamed.
He dropped the bat and pushed Mickey into the fence as hard as he could. Mickey bounced off and pushed him back twice as hard, any harder he would have fallen to the ground. “I fucking hate you!” Mickey shouted.
“What?”
“You heard me! I hate you, you prick!”
He’d be lying if his heart didn’t just shatter into a million pieces right there and he swore he felt tears brimming in his eyes. Fuck, not here, not in front of him. You’re not a fucking pussy Ian.
“The only thing I have is power over those annoying fucks at school, but no you had to fucking stroll in and take that away within a week. I HATE YOU.” He didn’t even realize what he was saying until it came out his mouth. “Just fuck off. I don’t need this shit. I just want everyone to fuck off.” He mumbled.
“I didn’t mean to take this from you... I mean.. I didn’t know how much it meant to you... I’m sorry.” Ian apologized avoiding eye contact.
What the fuck has he done?
“You’re, you’re sorry? What the fuck is that going to do me, Ian? I don’t need your fucking apology. I NEED YOU TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!”
“W-What?” Ian hesitated.
What does that mean? I’m not manipulating him. What is he talking about?
“Nothing. Just go. Leave, please.” He practically begged.
He didn’t want him to leave. Not really. No. No, he came here to defend Lip, not feel sorry for the guy.
“No. You still fucking hurt Lip. I’m not just going to walk away from that.”
“FUCKING HIT ME THEN! FUCK!” He didn’t budge. “What’s the point in coming here if you’re not gonna do a fucking thing?”
He didn’t want to like he REALLY didn’t want to. His face was too precious to destroy and it looked like he had already been hit in the face, so what’s the point? But when Mickey kept pushing him around, provoking him and repeating over and over again that he’s a pussy, he just snapped and hit him square in the face as hard as he could.
At first, he didn’t know he’d actually been hit, but the look on Ian’s face and the fact that he fell flat on his ass proved otherwise. He was kind of surprised that Ian had actually punched him. He stumbled to his feet then touched his left cheekbone, surprised that it felt numb. Guy got a good hit.
He was holding back tears. Just watching Mickey touch his face where he had just hit him made his stomach turn. He shouldn’t have hit him. He hadn’t regretted something so much in his life. He tried to remain calm and tough like he always had around him, but it was hard and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Mickey.
Of all the times he’s been hit, kicked, beaten, broken… This was the only time he had actually felt something. Something weird. Like… relieved? No that’s not the word. Pleased. He was pleased Ian hit him. Weird.
He felt something wet drip from his cheekbone down to his lip. Am I fuckin bleeding? He touched his lip with his finger then looked at his hand to confirm what it was. Blood. Fuck, it really was a good hit.
He’s bleeding. Fuck. Wait.. is he smiling? Why is he smiling? What the fuck?
He didn’t know why he was smiling, but he was… and fuck it felt incredible. He licked his lip to remove the dripping blood then dashed forward to hit Ian back. He punched him right on the jaw but not as hard incase he actually hurt him. Fair's fair right?
Ian stumbled backward, grabbing onto the railing to keep himself upright. The punch sent a shock throughout his whole body because he wasn’t expecting a punch back after that smile. He leaped forward, punching Mickey in the stomach then fell to the ground when Mickey pushed him off and punched him in the throat.
“FUCK YOU!” Mickey spat.
The younger man quickly collected himself then charged towards Mickey grabbing onto his beautiful throat and pinning him up against the fence.
“Fuck you, Ian!” Mickey repeated, trying to fight him back.
It was useless fighting back. Ian was strong, really strong, he could see the outline of his muscles through his t-shirt. It was sexy. His fingers were digging into his neck and his body was pressed up against his. He tried peeling his hand off his neck while remaining angry but again it was useless and he kind of liked the contact.
Ian was so close to him now, he could feel the heat coming off of his body and combine with his. He could smell old cigarettes, beer, and vanilla body lotion? It didn’t matter what he smelt like in the end because even if he smelled like shit, Ian would like it.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the older man’s ocean blue eyes, they were fucking beautiful. He studied his face while keeping his grip tight around his neck. He noticed faint freckles spread across his flawless skin, his dark, perfectly shaped eyebrows spoke for themselves, his cute little nose was so adorable and he just wanted to kiss every inch of it and lastly, he noticed Mickey lick and bite his lip. Fuck.
All this was too much, way too much. Ian was looking at him in a way he never thought he would be looked at. He was pinned up against the fence by his throat and pressing his body up against his, basically trapping him. He didn’t know what to do. He’d given up fighting a while ago and just stood there waiting for the gorgeous redhead to hit him, kick him.. Anything. Anything else but this because he was.. Fuck.. he was….
He felt something hard press against his crotch. Confused he looked down and his eyes widened when he realized what it was. He looked but up at Mickey and saw shame and embarrassment spread across his red face with glassy eyes. He loosened his hand and rubbed his Adam's apple with his thumb.
“Mick,” Ian whispered in a husky voice, looking him straight in the eye. “Are you hard?”
“What?! No fuck.”
He was finally able to shove him off ignoring the amused look on Ian’s face, grabbed his beers then basically teleported across the baseball field, away from Ian. He felt so exposed, so humiliated and embarrassed. What if Ian tells people? What if it gets around and Terry finds out? Fuck, what do I do? Should I threaten him? No, that would probably make him want to tell people even more. Shitttt.
He half walked and half ran all the way home trying desperately to forget what had happened back there. He just wanted to curl up in a ball in his bed and never think again. He never wanted to leave his bed but of course a couple seconds after he got comfy Terry burst into his room.
“Where the fuck were you?!” He asked while kicking shit in his room.
“Out,” Mickey answered trying not to sound weak.
“Out?” He laughed, “Out the boy answers.” *Laughs again* “OUT WHERE?!”
Fuck. Think fast.
“Trying to find buyers for the cocaine shipment coming in.” He lied.
“Find any, boy?!”
He sat up coming face to face with his father then noticed he had been drinking and he smelled like literal shit. “A few. Should get back to me soon.” He lied again.
“Good. Iggy has food. Come eat.” Terry ordered as he started leaving.
“I’m not hungry,” Mickey mumbled.
“The fuck was that?!”
“I’m not really hungry,” Mickey repeated curling his body up to make himself as small as possible.
“YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT!” Terry raged, slamming his hand on the doorframe. “Your brother went out and bought food for all of us, so get your fucking ass up and come eat!”
And just like that, he was up and out of bed at the sound of Terry’s booming voice. The one person in the world that has the power to make him tremble at the sound of their voice, is Terry. He hated it, he hates Terry, he just doesn’t have the balls to stand up to him.. yet. But he fucking dreamed of it, believe me. If he had a bucket list that would be at the very top.
“Mick Ig bought KFC and chinese, what do you want?” Mandy asked from the kitchen table.
They were both seated dividing out all the food that he didn’t want to eat but of course, had too. His dad was near the stove staring at the scene so he was forced to answer the ‘right’ answer instead of telling his sister he didn’t want to eat.
“Chinese.”
He sat down either side his siblings and helped out so Terry didn’t comment about him being lazy or something stupid like that. Terry’s phone started ringing to he stormed off to answer it making a whole show on the way out. Typical.
“I don’t want much,” Mickey whispered.
“Yeah, I know Mick. You never do.” Mandy whispered back. “You should start eating more. You’re starting to look like a rake.”
“Thanks, douchebag.” Mickey half smiled trying to make a joke out of it.
“No really Mickey, if you’re starving yourself you really should rethink that. There’s lots of dangerous, serious shit that can go wrong. Loss of muscle mass which is the breakdown of the muscle fibers for use of energy
Serious disruption to endocrine function or normal patterns of hormone expression,.. sex hormones, appetite hormones etc
Organ damage such as heart problems like bradycardia where your heart rate slows. Brain damage can also occur and cause you to have seizures, which for the record I do not what to see, confusion and nerve damage. Sometimes your organs completely fail.”
“Where the fuck did you learn all that?” Mickey chuckled completely ignoring her comment that he’s starving himself. He’s not.
“School.” She smiled.
“What? No, you didn’t. I never even learned that shit.” Iggy laughed playfully punching her in the arm.
“Well maybe if you actually paid attention half the time then you’d learn something.”
“I do smartass.”
“Yeah, right.”
“So you’re into all this fucking health shit then?” Mickey asked while taking a small bite of his food.
“Nah I’m more into chem.”
“Chem?”
“Chemistry Iggy. Fuck you’re stupid.” Mickey insulted throwing a noodle at him.
“Oh, says the person that didn’t recognize himself on a wanted poster.” Iggy huffed.
“Fuck you! I was sixteen. Asshole.”
“Yeah, almost two years ago, bigggg difference.”
Ahhh, fuck he gets him mad! He fisted his fists together and tried to calm himself down.
“Iggy fuck off, Mickey calm down before dad gets back,” Mandy demanded placing a hand on her shoulder.
He flinched at her touch and she recoiled her hand back quickly knowing she shouldn’t have touched him. He never likes to be touched.
“Sorry.” She apologized, her voice as quiet as a mouse.
“It’s fine.” Mickey retorted shaking it off. He went back to taking small bites of his food. “So this chem shit you really into it?”
“Since when do you care what I’m doing or what I like?” Mandy snorted.
“Just answer the fucking question.”
“Yeah. Hopefully, I'm smart enough to major in something to do with Chemistry.”
“Collage? Jesus Christ.” Mickey sighed.
“What? I’m not good enough?!” Mandy snapped dropping her food on her plate.
“Nah just never thought a Milkovich would actually go to college. It’s not like the rest of us will be going anywhere.”
“Hey fuck you.” Iggy interrupted while chewing his food. “I could go to college.”
“Yeah doing what. You dropped out in the tenth grade and the only thing you’re remotely good at is selling huge amounts of drugs.” Mickey said eyeing a piece of food he’d picked up.
“Could do something with science too. Learn out to cook drugs instead of selling.”
“Good luck with that.” Mickey snorted. “Mands give me a test on what you know.”
Her face literally lit up like a Christmas tree in a house full of kids. It was beautiful. She’s beautiful. “Ah okay. Um, What’s the reaction of silver ion with chloride ion in water solution?”
Silence and a lot of confused faces what the answer she got.
“Precipitation. Okay, next one. What has electrons in orbitals? Ar, O, S, Ti, or U?”
No answer.
“U. What combinations would create a buffer solution out of Weak acid, Weak acid conjugate base, strong acid, strong base, weak base, weak base conjugate base?”
“How many answers are there?”
“Two.”
“Ah fuck, uhm... Strong base and weak acid?”
“Wrong. One more guess.”
“Ah, the weak acid’s conjug-whatever the fuck base and the strong acid.”
“Wrong. Iggy?”
“Weak base, weak acid. I don’t fucking know.”
“Nope, you guys suck. Weak acid and weak acid’s conjugate base. Weak base and weak base’s conjugate acid.”
“Well, that's some useless information.” Iggy snickered.
“Well you could have left. Mickey asked because he actually gives a fuck.”
“Don’t think he gives a fuck. Never has.”
“Well, it’s nice that he does now..”
Okay, he’s done the big-little brother thing enough for today, time to go sleep or lay in bed doing absolutely nothing for the next few hours. He left them both there with his half eaten plate of food and dodged Terry in the hallway, rushing to get to his room.
He stayed under the covers for the whole night wishing he never left the house that day. Wishing he had never gotten hard from Ian’s body pressed up against his. Wishing Ian would just forget about it but he knew that would never happen.
Mandy came in a few times to ask if he was okay and if he wanted to talk about it, but he just calmly and kindly rejected her asking her to leave him alone. He wanted to sleep without being disturbed even if he wasn’t sleeping anyway. Maybe on another planet or alternate universe, he could be happy. Happy and gay. Happy and gay and with Ian. Ian Gallagher.
He was beyond confused with his last interaction with Mickey that when he got home he just went upstairs to think everything through and ask himself a hundred questions. Was that real? Was I imagining it? Is badass Mickey Milkovich really gay? Maybe it was just a weird body thing that reacts to any sort of violence. That’s fucked up.
Lip walked in clutching his face and asked him what had happened. Did he find him? Did he hit Mickey? Did Mickey hit him? Why did it take so long?... Etc. He lied and just said he never found him to save explaining why he didn’t do anything. Lip wouldn’t take it seriously, he’d just laugh in his face.
The next few days went by extremely slowly and he hadn’t seen the brunette at all. He hadn’t seen him at school since the week before and it was now Thursday. He didn’t bash or threaten anyone leaving that to Mickey because his words really hit him hard, ‘I hate you’, he never wanted to hear that again. He hadn’t seen him hanging around the neighborhood or even in his house. He went to visit Mandy hoping he’d see Mickey but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Mandy wouldn’t give away much, just said he’s probably in his room sleeping like always.
He wanted to see him. Confront him about what happened. Tell him there’s nothing to be ashamed of and it’s okay to be who you are. He was about 99% sure it would earn him a smack in the mouth but at least someone had said it to him right?
After ROTC and his cringe shift at work, he headed to the Milkovich house to see Mandy but really check if Mickey was there. He knocked a couple times until Iggy answered the door aggressively. “What?!”
“Ah, uhm... Is Mandy here?” Ian mumbled.
“MANDY IT’S FOR YOU!”
He walked off leaving the door wide open so Ian just strolled in, shutting the door quietly behind him. Mandy appeared in the hallway signaling for him to follow her into her room. He really didn’t want to be there long.
“Thought you had work..” Mandy said while packing up the books on her bed.
“Kash let me off early. I think he’s trying to get with me..” Ian confessed.
“Shh, keep it down. If my dad hears this ‘gay talk’ he’ll kill us both.” Mandy whispered. “I support it completely but you just can’t talk about it here okay?”
“Yeah sure.”
Is that why Mickey freaked out the other day? His dad? It’s not like I’d tell anyone.
“Sorry. Anyway, what are you doing here?”
“Missed you. Only had one class together today.” He smiled pulling her into a tight hug.
“You smell nice, like cologne. You have a date or just trying to impress me?” Mandy laughed, hugging him back.
“Just you Mands.”
He made small talk with her for a few minutes and listened to her go on about Chem.. then Math.. then she asked a whole lot of questions about ROTC and this whole officer thing he wants to be. He really got into that subject.
“Mandy!” A scary voice yelled.
Who's that?
“What dad?!” Mandy screamed back.
“Where the fuck is your brother?!”
“Which one?”
“The one with the mouth!”
“Mickey?" She guessed, "He left about half an hour ago.”
“Where’s my fucking beers?!”
“He took them.”
“FUCKING INGRATE!”
He slammed her door open making it almost come off the hinges. Ian flinched and jumped back further on the bed while Mandy didn’t move one bit. “What now Terry?” Mandy sighed.
“Who the fucks this? Your boyfriend?!”
“Nah just a friend. His names Ian, Ian this is Terry.”
“Nice to meet you.” Ian gulped trying not to look at Terry’s judgemental face. “I should go, Fiona's expecting me.”
“Oh okay. See you at school tomorrow!”
“Yea, see ya.”
He sort of shoved past Terry and ran out that house as fast as he could. Fuck, just a couple seconds with the man and he was scared shitless. What is it about him that has you shaking in your boots? Jesus.
So Mickey wasn’t home where would he be? Local shops stealing shit? Finding random people to kick the shit out of? The baseball field! He’s got to be there right? He texted Fiona telling her he’d be home late and would probably miss dinner then took off to go find Mickey.
Joint POV
He was sitting in the same spot throwing rocks against the fence while drinking his beers and smoking a cigarette. He looked upset again. Why does he always look so upset? Ian walked around the field so he could jump the fence without Mickey seeing or hearing him. To be honest, he didn’t know what he was going to say or do once he reached him. He just wanted to hear his voice.
When he approached him, Mickey didn’t notice him for a few seconds which gave him more time to think about what he was going to say. He decided not to say anything and DO something instead. Hopefully, Mickey doesn’t go ballistic.
He wasn’t really paying attention to his surroundings until he saw a shadow move on his left. He turned to see Ian just standing there staring at him, looking hot as hell. Fuck. He’s not doing this. Not today. He dramatically rolled his eyes, making sure that Ian had seen then grabbed the rest of his beer. He stood up to walk away from Ian, smoking the last drag of his cigarette then throwing it onto the floor.
Mickey brushed past him shoving him in the shoulder then Ian flipped him around, grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and pinned up against the fence like last time.
“What the fuck?!” Mickey yelled as he dropped his beer. He grabbed onto both his hands to pin them down beside his head then pressed his body against Mickey’s again. Just like he liked it.
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME GALLAGHER!” Mickey spat.
He had a smirk spread across his face watching Mickey try to get away. It was oddly fascinating watching a guy try to say he was one thing when he was another. The proof was right in front of him, pressing up against his crotch and staring at him in the eye.
Without noticing it he was leaning his body forward to press up against Ian’s even more. After he stopped trying to break free, Ian loosened his hands a little bit hoping he wouldn’t move. He didn’t. He trailed his right hand down the middle of the older man's chest, watching his face in awe. Mickey closed his eyes and bit down on his lower lip every second he got closer... And closer... And...
He freed his hands and smacked Ian’s away from his belt. He didn’t want to but he did. Ian pushed him back up against the fence, pressing their foreheads together and worked fast at undoing his belt. Mickey’s hands were trying to stop him... then they weren’t.
Ian eagerly shoved his hand down Mickey’s pants grabbing his rock hard cock and grinning when Mickey threw his head back and gasped. He suddenly felt so exposed and insecure when his pants and boxers fell to his knees. Ian wouldn’t look anywhere but his face so he didn’t need to be, but he couldn’t help it.
Ian grabbed onto his face with his free hand while keeping a steady pace, jerking him off with the other. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Mickey’s sexy facial expressions, there were so many but his favorite was when he’d throw his head back, nibble his lip and furrow his eyebrows. Fuck. He loved making him feel good and loved hearing him moan from his touch but he wanted more. He wanted to see more.
“Touch yourself,” Ian demanded, letting go is his dick but keeping his eyes glued to his.
“W-What?” Mickey choked out.
“Touch yourself.”
“The fuck? No!” He refused.
He stood back a bit to get a good look at the adorable, sexy man in front of him, and fuck was he fucking gorgeous.
“Please?” Ian begged trying to be cute.
“You’re not cute,” Mickey said reaching down to pull up his pants.
“Aren’t I? Please, Mick.”
With a sigh he dropped his pants again and closed his eyes, preparing himself to be completely humiliated and embarrassed. He leaned back and started stroking himself never opening his eyes to see Ian watching him. He felt weird and VERY exposed at the thought of Ian just standing there watching but another part of him found it extremely hot. He’d rather Ian jerk him off but he’d do pretty much anything he asked right about now.
“Open your eyes.” Ian requested.
Except that. He didn’t want to feel any more on display then he already does.
He shook his head no while biting down on his bottom lip. He swore if he bit down any harder he’d bleed.
“Open your eyes,” Ian repeated in a more demanding voice.
He still shook his head no.
“Please?” The younger man begged.
Okay, but who can resist that voice? Something about Ian begging in that adorable little voice made his heart skip a beat. He opened his eyes like he was his fucking submissive, doing every single thing he commands.
Standing there watching this man pleasure himself while staring straight into his eyes, was just about the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. He was extremely hard just from watching that it was almost painful. He swore he was going to bust just from staring at this, but it’s not about him right now, it’s about Mickey.
He didn’t know what came over him that made him say this but all he knew was that he wanted Ian to take over. “Touch me…” Mickey moaned.
Say no more.
He dove forward, dropping to his knees then smacked Mickey’s thrusting hand away from his cock. Mickey thought he was going to jerk him off but when he felt those warm, wet lips wrap around the tip of his dick, he let out a gasp and thought he was going to die right there. Fuck.
He smiled around Mickey’s gorgeous, glistening dick then continued to go down even further till he reached the back of his throat. He moaned, making his throat contract and massage his cock, which made Mickey shudder and grab onto the fence behind him. He pulled back, swirling his tongue around his knob, licking off every bit of precum. He pulled off and licked down the side of Mickey’s shaft all the way down to the base then went back to bobbing his head.
He continued this cycle, bobbing his head, deepthroating, massaging his cock, licking up the side or just teasing the fuck out of him by keeping his lips wrapped around the tip of his dick, until he was begging for more. It was sexy as fuck! Mickey had never ever been sexually involved with a guy in his whole life, so now, at seventeen nine months and five days he can finally say he has.. with a sophmore. He was in the best heaven anyone could describe. He never wanted this to end.
He found his hands fisting Ian’s hair once he looked down at him. He hadn’t even noticed he’d moved but it didn’t bother him because Ian was staring up at him as he worked his cock. Fuck. That was all he needed to push him over the edge.
“I’m.. gonna..” Mickey warned as he moaned.
He pulled off licking up everything he had to offer, then swallowed it as he came face to face with Mickey. He looked worn out and completely wrecked. He was panting heavily while looking Ian straight in the eye and pulling up his pants again.
Ian leaned in to finally kiss him back Mickey recoiled his head and turned to the side. With a sigh, he grabbed onto the sides of his face and settled for a kiss on the top of his head instead. It wasn’t really a kiss to be honest, he just pressed his lips against his forehead. It was nice in a way.
He wanted to wrap his arms around him or do something to show affection but something was stopping him. It was like his body was just against him. Wait he should help Ian out now right?
“You don’t have to be ashamed of who you are Mick.” Ian whispered.
Or not.
“Fuck off. You don’t know shit about me!” Mickey hissed.
“I know more than you think… I know who you are and you don’t have to hide anything when you’re around me.”
He didn’t want to push him any further than he has today and he was in serious need of taking care of his own hard on so he left. He inhaled his scent then walked off leaving Mickey confused, wrecked and shaken under the bleachers.
He didn’t know what to do with himself so he just slid back down to the ground and lit up another cigarette. If he thought he couldn’t get Ian out of his head before then he was in for a fucking mother of a head fuck this time around.