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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shameless_(US)
  Relationship:
      Ian_Gallagher/Mickey_Milkovich
  Character:
      Ian_Gallagher, Mickey_Milkovich
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-19 Completed: 2013-05-03 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 2806
****** Firecrotch ******
by Blodeuwedd
Summary
     Mickey's strangely obsessed with a certain fire crotch. I had the
     idea after
     someone on Tumblr realized that Mickey had called Ian "firecrotch" in
     his
     first episode, before they started having sex. Set around ep. 1x03.
     Rating for
     language and smut.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Mickey’s known the redheaded boy all his life, but he’s never paid him much
attention before now. Just another one of those Gallaghers, whatever, not
important. Now, however, they had football practice together (he’s not one for
sports, but slamming other guys to the ground is always fun). Now they’re in
the locker room together, the foul smell of dozens of sweaty teenage boys in
the air. He changes quickly, just another T-shirt, a quick wash of the armpits,
and that’s it. He’s not a pussy, no need to wash everything all the time. Plus,
he gets to leave quickly and avoids seeing some of the boys naked. That was
definitely something he did not need to see, he tells himself. He doesn’t want
to see naked boys. Doesn’t like naked boys. Nope. No way. No fucking way. He
ignores that small part of his brain saying he’s lying to himself and turns to
leave the locker room quickly, but it’s too late, for some of the boys have
already taken off their clothes and headed to the showers. Fucking pussies. Why
do they need to shower all the time anyway? He averts his eyes, no need for any
of them to think he’s staring, but not before he catches a glimpse of
Gallagher’s crotch, with his fucking red pubes all around and his cock that
even in rest Mickey can see is a long, good one. His fire crotch. He curses
under his breath and leaves, but the memory stays with him.
He dreams about that fire crotch that night, of burying his nose in it and
feeling those red pubes against his cheek (soft, of course they’re soft). He
inhales deeply, the musky male scent flowing up his nostrils and making him
salivate with want, with need. He licks his lips in anticipation, his own cock
filling slowly in his boxers. He licks a broad stripe up the swollen cock in
front of him, ending at the tip and swirling his tongue around it, the bitter
taste of the precum exploding in his tongue. He flattens his tongue against the
underside of his cock and pushes his mouth down until his nose is once again
touching that fire hair. He swallows around the tip, accommodating, and a hand
flies up to pull at his hair. He pulls out until only the head is in his mouth,
keeping it open and letting the drool collect on his mouth and spill around it.
He closes his lips around the head, sucking on it intensely and earning a moan
of appreciation. He bobs his head up and down, engulfing more of the cock in
his mouth each time, once more ending with the cock full on his mouth. His own
cock is now leaking and pulsing and he reaches down to stroke it, humming with
delight. The hand on his hair tightens its grip and that’s the only warning he
gets before his mouth is being filled with cum. He swallows around it, licking
it clean once it’s over, not a single drop escaping him. Licking his lips, he
glances up from his kneeling position to look into the eyes of Ian Gallagher.
He jostles awake, panting and sweating, and notices the wetness on his sheets.
His whole body feels like it’s on fire and he sits up, struggling to control
his breath. What the fuck was that dream? He’s never done that, sucked off
another guy. He’s done some stuff with guys before, stuff he’d rather not think
about for too long, but he’s never given someone a hummer, never wanted to. And
Ian Gallagher? He’s just a scrawny redhead who Mickey could think had a pussy
instead of a dick and a set of balls if he hadn’t seen them himself. Stupid
firecrotch.
***** Chapter 2 *****
He doesn’t think much about the redhead boy after that, except for when he sees
another ginger on the streets, but there aren’t many on the Southside, so
that’s okay. He also thinks about Gallagher when he sees another Gallagher,
which is a bit harder because those fuckers are everywhere, but he manages.
And, of course, he thinks about Gallagher, and sex with Gallagher, and that
dream and that stupid delicious fire crotch when he actually sees him, but who
could blame him then? They don’t cross paths so often anymore, as Mickey hasn’t
been to school in months, but he occasionally gets a glimpse of the younger boy
when he goes to the Kash and Grab to “buy” stuff. If he happens to go there
nearly every day, it’s merely a coincidence.
So he doesn’t think about Ian Gallagher much, just sometimes, but when he does
it’s mostly of that slim body, with fire crotch and long dick that he’s sure
would feel fantastic slamming into him. He can’t help it, and it’s driving him
crazy. Liking what he likes on the Southside of Chicago is worse than a crime –
hell, most of them are criminals in one way or another anyway. Thus one’s got
to lay low, to hide the truth so much that you’re hiding it even from yourself.
Which makes actually finding someone like you to fuck pretty damn hard. He
hasn’t had a good fuck in what feels like forever, and the last time he did
it’d been with a chick, just so he could get it out of his system (and if it
helped his reputation, then so be it). He’s been dying for some cock, and that
doesn’t help at all to stop thinking about Gallagher and that pretty mouth he
has.
The situation changes when Mandy barges in crying, saying that Ian Gallagher
had molested her. He nearly chokes on his beer.  His father’s not home, or he
sure would’ve rushed to kill the boy himself. As it is, he and his brothers are
left with said task, which they set off to accomplish the next day. The boy’s
fast, though, and escapes, but they’re not giving up and they’ve got all the
time in the world. They’re going to get him, and then they’re going to beat him
senseless. That’s what one gets for molesting their baby sister. Nobody messes
with a Milkovich.
So they hunt him down, but the fucker keeps escaping. They call it a day and
decide they’ll resume the chase the next afternoon (because no way is any of
them waking up early for that shit). He’s lying on his bed, covers spread all
around him, when he’s roused by the sound of screams.  Screams he recognizes.
His sister’s screams. He bolts to the window to peak at the street, and, sure
enough, there’s fucking Gallagher bothering Mandy again. He’s ready to run out
and call his brothers when the redheaded next words startle him.
“I’m gay.”
He backs out in shock, speechless just as his sister is. He hides quickly,
going back to bed after deciding that Mandy is safe enough. He can’t go back to
sleep, though, as he mulls over what he’s just heard. Eventually, he drifts off
with a smile on his lips. The situation’s just got a lot more interesting all
of a sudden.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
His visits to the Kash and Grab become even more frequent then, and he’s been
in there so much he’s pretty sure he’s got Gallagher’s schedule memorized
already. He tries to go when he knows he’ll be there, rubbing in his face all
the food he’s taking from the shit hole owned by the weird old dude. Kash is an
idiot, and he’s pretty sure he’s been fucking Ian, so the fucker deserves to
get his things stolen, the fucking coward peado! And he doesn’t lift a finger
to stop it, it’s just ridiculous. Gallagher gets pissed of, however, he can see
it, and he’s not sure why, but the idea of an angry red-faced Ian Gallagher
makes him even hornier. He tries to see how much he can push his limits. He
doesn’t even hide anymore, or run, just takes whatever he wants and leaves. One
day, he even gets a box that’s right in front of Kash to put all the stuff
into, but not even that seems to gather a reaction. So he makes a comment about
his lack of Barbecue Pringles, but still gets nothing. He leaves, hoping
someone will at least come after him, but no one does. He goes back in then,
passing by Gallagher on his way to the freezer. On the way out, he raises the
dip he’s got and tells Kash that he’d forgotten it. He leaves again and is only
a few feet away when Ian comes barging after him. He congratulates himself.
Finally a reaction! The redhead boy makes some comment about how he shouldn’t
steal from his own neighborhood and Mickey ignores him, throwing the dip at him
and walking away calmly, not before adding: “You know where I live if you have
a problem”. He’s counting on that.
When it doesn’t happen, he goes back to the store. Gallagher’s not there, but
Kash tries to stop him. The idiot points a gun at him. Mickey just laughs. As
if he’d have the balls to pull the trigger. To prove a point, Mickey grabs the
gun from him, adding a punch in the eye for good measure and because the fucker
should know not to point guns at Milkoviches.
When hee arrives home the next day after practicing some shooting, it’s to see
all this things on the ground and his sister trying to organize them. Mandy
tells him Gallagher’s been there looking for the gun he stole from Kash while
he was away. Just his luck. He ignores it, calmly putting his things back. The
redheaded will probably be back looking for the gun. And when he does, Mickey
will be there.
And he is. He is in the middle of a great relaxing nap when he feels something
poking at his back.
“What the fuck… ?” He moans, turning around.
“I want the gun back, Mickey!”
“Gallagher?”
“The gun!” The younger boy’s holding a tyre iron and his voice is demanding,
just the tone of it enough to turn Mickey on.
“Alright”, he says, pretending he’s going to get it to buy himself some time.
Like hell he’ll just give him back the gun. He needs to get closer, though, to
try and get the redheaded aroused as well. He needs something that will gather
a more physical reaction.
Turning quickly, he punches the younger boy and grabs him by the jacket,
throwing him onto the wall. They fall on the bed and Mickey hits Ian’s hand
against the wall, forcing him to release the iron. The younger boy fights back
and they both fly across the room, pushing and throwing each other around until
they’re back on the bed and Mickey’s got Gallagher trapped, sitting on his
shoulders and with the iron in hand, arm raised high and ready to strike down.
He’s heart’s pumping fast with the adrenaline that’s surging through his veins
and his cock is already hard in his pants with the rush of hormones and the
proximity of the other boy, his face pretty much under Mickey’s crotch. They
look into each other’s eyes for a second and the Milkovich lets go of the tyre
iron. Ian shifts his head and he can see the moment the younger boy realizes he
has a hard on, and what it means.
Within seconds their clothes are flying across the room, both boys way too
turned on to care or even remember that they’re not alone in the house.
Chapter End Notes
     Author’s note: Yes, there will be another part. Yes, it will be
     mostly just smut. This was supposed to be a one-shot, I have no idea
     how it developed into 4 parts, but I guess they’re not very long…
     Anyway, I’ll try and update the next (and last) part within the week.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Warning: barebacking
He helps Ian out of the pile of clothes he seems to be wearing and smirks when
he sees his orange pubes and his red hard-on leaking pre-cum. Firecrotchindeed.
He remembers his dream and licks his lips, salivating with the desire to have
that hard cock in his mouth and suck him dry. That can wait, though. Today, he
has other urges. He pushes Gallagher into the bed, straddling his hips and
grinding their erections together. He watches as the younger boys gasps,
arching his back and pursing his lips together. He leans further on top of the
younger boy to reach for the bottle of lube stacked under his pillow and
redhead takes the opportunity to nip at his neck, which nearly makes him jump
in surprise. This doesn’t seem to deterr Ian, however, as he he roams his hands
through Mickey’s chest and pinches his nipples. Mickey bites his lower lip,
trying to focus on the task at hand and pretending he didn’t like that as much
as he did. He pops the bottle of lube open and spreads some on his own fingers,
reaching behind to work himself open. It’s not that he doesn’t like other
peoples fingers in his ass, but he’s not sure how experienced the other boy yes
and he knows himself better, knows how to make this necessary step go quicker.
He’s not a fan of using fingers, would much rather skip this part altogether if
possible and go straight to having a dick up his ass, but he hasn’t had some in
a while and he knows the pain won’t be worthy unless he stretches. He goes
straight into pushing two fingers inside, frowning a bit with the effort, his
breathing hitching in his throat. Luckly, Gallagher seems not to be the virgin
the older boy was assuming him to be, and takes some action himself. He gets
the lube and pours some on his hand, rubbing his hands together to make it
warmer before grabbing Mickey’s cock and running his thumb over the slit,
causing Mickey to quiver under his ministrations. He starts pumping his hand
down, then up again, applying a light pressure and moving his hand slowly and
steadily. His left hand grips Mickey’s balls and fondle them, his eyes watching
the Milkovich’s face intently. Mickey averts his gaze, looking down at their
cocks stading proudly while he makes quick work of finishing his prep, wiping
his fingers on the sheets and pushing Ian back down. The redhead lets go of his
cock and lies down, smirking and grabbing his own dick, making it even hard
with a few rapid strokes. Mickey positions himself, grabbing Ian’s erection to
guide it inside him. His eyelids flutter shut and he gulps down as he feel the
slight burn of the intrusion, followed by the feeling of his muscles clenching
and unclenching, adjusting his body around Gallagher’s long cock. He feels warm
hands grabbing his hips and sliding south, squeezing his ass cheeks. Supporting
himself by his hands on each side of Ian’s torso, he brings his body up until
the younger boy’s almost out of him, then slams down again, both boys groaning
with the pleasure that action ensues. He repeats that a few times before
increasing the pace, the whole bed shaking and slamming against thewall as they
move progressivily faster. They’re both slicky with sweat, heat spreading from
head to toes as they approach their orgasms. Ian grasps Mickey’s cock again,
this time working fast, in rhythm with the movement of their hips. The redhead
comes first, biting his own hand to keep himself from screaming as he spills
into Mickey’s ass. The older boy follows suit, muscles spasming as he grips the
sheets, cock sending his come flying over his chest.
“Fuck!”, he moans, lifting himself off Gallagher and falling next to him.
They’re both still breathing heavily, chests heaving as they come down from
their highs. He pulls the sheets over their bodies, fully intending to wait a
few minutes before going for round two, but his plans quickly disappear when
his father enters the room. They both freeze and it’s by sheer miracle (and his
father’s still drunk state) that he doesn’t seem to realize what had just
happened.
He jumps off of the bed right after he leaves, putting his clothes back on and
getting the gun from it’s hidden place. He throws it on the bed and tells
Gallagher he’ll bite his tongue off if he kisses him, because that’s just too
damn gay.
He figures now that that’s out of his system he’ll be able to get back to his
normal life, but it doesn’t stop him from dreaming about Gallagher, or jerking
off to memories of Gallagher or thinking about Gallagher all the goddamn
fucking time, which is why it’s not much later that he finds himself going to
the Kash & Grab for a quick bootycall. Not that he’ll admit that’s what it was
though. No use giving Gallagher the upper hand and letting him know that Mickey
wants him.
He was damn right in nicknaming him firecrotch – boy sure knows how to make his
body burn. 
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