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      Gallagher, Original_Characters, Mandy_Milkovich, Joey_Milkovich, Iggy
      Milkovich, Jamie_Milkovich, Frank_Gallagher, Monica_Gallagher, Kash
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      Ian_Gallagher, Humor, Popular_Ian, bad_boy_mickey, Angst,
      Misunderstandings, Fighting, Making_Up, Minor_Violence, Fluff_and_Smut,
      Fluff_and_Angst, Bottom_Ian, Happy_Ending, Theft, Angst_and_Fluff_and
      Smut, Cheating, True_Love, Love_Confessions
  Series:
      Part 13 of Pleasing_My_Readers_(prompts)
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-29 Updated: 2018-03-24 Chapters: 66/? Words: 207820
****** INSEPARABLE ******
by LuckyShaz
Summary
     Prompt:
     Ian and Mickey are Inseparable.
     In short this is a childhood Au where they will grow up together. We
     will watch them as they grow and all the drama they will go through.
     This fic will end when i ran out of material. :))
Notes
     Thanks @Carisa for the prompt. We will have fun with this one.
     everything you want to see shall be included.
     This is the intro chapter so it's like extra long. i don't know if
     the rest will be as long though.
     (also we just learnt his full name so you know i had to use it)
     enjoy peeps!
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     This work has been translated into Russian by Anna Winchester aka
     horny_cupcake here: https://ficbook.net/readfic/6124621
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Six and Seven.
________________________
 
“But mama, I don’ wanna.”
“Mikhailo Aleksandr Milkovich, you are going to school.”
Seven year old Mickey pouts and looks up at his mother. “Will you buy me
chocolate?”
His mama smiles, kneels in front of him and straightens his t-shirt. “Yes. If
you stay in school until the teacher says you can go home, I will buy you
chocolate.”
Mickey gives his mama a big toothy smile even if he’s missing one front one.
“Okay.”
His mama kisses him on the cheek. “Love you baby.” She stands up and yells.
“Ignatius get out here and walk your brother to school.”
One of his big brothers Iggy groans and walks into the living room. “Mom, why
do you insist on calling us by our full names? You gave us terrible names.
Besides, he’s in the first grade. Not like he's missing anything. Ow!” Iggy
cries when their mama hits him on the back of his head.
“School, now!” she orders and Iggy takes his hand and leads him out of the
house.
“Mama, what about Mandy?”
“She's not feeling well baby. See you later.”
Iggy complains all the way to school. “I don’t even know why she bothers
pretending to be tough. We all know the most she would do is call me a bad
boy.”
“Unlike dad.” Mickey says and they both go silent.
They both know exactly what would happen if they disobeyed their dad.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
“Ian put on your shoes and let’s go to school!” Lip commands a six year old Ian
who is sited on the living room couch refusing to go to school.
“Why?”
“I don’t know, ‘cause we have to?” his older brother Lip tells him and
forcefully grabs his leg but Ian fights him. “Fiona!”
“Ian come on, you have to go to school.”
“But I went yesterday.” Ian pouts but allows Fiona to help him put on his
shoes.
“We have to go every day.” Lip explains.
“For how long?” Ian asks his brother Lip as he takes his hand and they start
walking to school.
“I guess, until you’re as old as dad and mom?”
Ian takes a minute to think about it. “So I have to go to school until I'm as
tall and dad and mom?”
“Not tall, old.”
“What’s the difference?”
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
Mickey has just shoved Fred to the ground for not giving him a turn on the
swings when he feels a hand hold him back from getting on. “Let me go!” he
shouts but finds it's Ms. Dawson.
“What you did was wrong Mikhailo.”
“It's Mickey!”
“Okay, what you did was not very nice, Mickey. Come with me.”
“Where are we going?”
“Your mom is here.”
“Mama!” he yells and runs towards their classroom.
 
~0~
 
“Why are we leaving school early? You said I had to stay until Ms. Dawson said
it was time to go home.” Mickey asks as their mother gets him and Iggy inside
their dad’s car.
“I know baby, but I umm… mama needs you to come with her, okay? Seatbelt.”
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
“I can't believe Terry Milkovich is dead.”
“What's not to believe? He's a thief and a murderer, it was only a matter of
time before he got himself killed. Come on Moni, share some of that.”
“I'm not done Frank!”
Ian is watching as his mother breathes in something that looks like baby powder
when Fiona drags him upstairs. “Let’s go to sleep.”
“There’s still light out Fi.”
“I know kiddo. But we will eat dinner up here tonight, okay?”
“Okay.” Ian replies as he looks around for his pajamas. “Who’s Terry?”
“What?”
“The man who died. Dad and mom say he was a bad guy.”
“I have told you a million times. Stop listening to what Monica and Frank say.
Or do” She adds then checks on his baby sister Debbie who is sleeping in the
crib.
“Why do you call them by their names?” Ian had noticed Fiona doesn’t like to
call their parents mom or dad which he thinks is really weird. Sometimes Lip
will call them by their names too.
“Because.”
Fiona also likes to answer questions like that sometimes. But Ian has learnt
not to continue asking questions when she answers like that. The last few times
he did she shouted at him and called him a bad word.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
Ian can't sleep so he sneaks out of his and Lip’s room. He goes downstairs and
leaves the house using the backdoor. It's dark now so he knows he can't go very
far. He wraps his blanket tighter around himself and sits by the stairs.
Sometimes when he can't sleep he likes to come here and watch as cars pass by.
And the different noises all over the neighborhood sound oddly comforting. Even
the loud gun shots.
“Hey!” Ian stands and shouts at a boy his age walking on his own at this time
of night. The boy only stops for a minute to look at Ian but keeps walking.
“Hey stop!” Ian gets off the porch and runs after the boy. “Please stop.”
The boy stops and turns to glare at Ian. “What?”
He sounds very unfriendly but Ian's soldiers on. “You shouldn’t walk alone at
night, my sister says it's dangerous.”
“I don’t care about your fucking sister.”
“She also says not to use bad words.”
The boy glares at Ian one more time then continues walking. Ian is afraid the
boy will get lost. He doesn’t know what he would do if he ever got lost so he
tries again. “Do you like chocolate?”
The boy stops and looks at him. “You have chocolate?”
“Sure I do.” He smiles when he sees he is winning this other boy over. Maybe
when they go inside he can ask Fiona to call the boy’s parents. “Come with me.”
He starts to walk towards the house but he notices the boy isn’t following.
“It's okay.” Ian reassures and takes the boy’s hand.
He leads him inside the house and tells him to sit by the kitchen table.
Mickey looks around the strange house. It seems very quiet compared to his
home. But now that his dad is dead maybe their house will start being quiet at
night. It would be nice to be able to sleep without strange men opening his
door throughout the night to use the bathroom. He hears the sound of the
microwave and the boy with the red hair -who talks about his sister too much-
comes back with something in a cup and puts it in front of him.
“What is this?” Mickey asks.
“Hot chocolate. My sister says it's perfect for the cold. Drink.” The boy
replies.
It's not the chocolate that Mickey was expecting but he takes a sip anyway.
It's nice, lots of sugar. So he takes another sip and another.
“I'm Ian.” The boy says and looks at Mickey expectantly.
“What?”
“What’s your name?”
“Why?”
“You are awfully rude.” Ian points out.
Mickey looks at the kid and he decides just because he's mad he shouldn’t be
mad at the kid too. “Mickey.”
“Like the mouse?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
Ian watches as Mickey drinks the chocolate and remembers why he brought him
here. “I will go wake my sister so she can help you get home.”
Mickey frowns at Ian. “I'm not lost, I know where home is.”
“Then what are you doing alone at night all by yourself? My sister says…”
“I know what your sister says.” Mickey interrupts and finishes his hot
chocolate then gets up.
Ian stands up just as quickly. “Are you leaving?” Ian doesn’t want Mickey to
leave, he just got here. Ian has never had a friend before. Almost everyone at
school laughs at his freckles. Mickey hadn’t even said anything about them yet.
Mickey looks at Ian and he likes that the other kid doesn’t want him to go. He
is used to his brothers kicking him out whenever he tries to play with them. So
he decides to stay. “Are those yours?” he gestures at some toy cars on the
floor.
“Yes. And my brother.”
Mickey nods and sits on the living room floor where Ian joins him. “So where
were you going?” Ian asks as he watches Mickey inspect the red tractor.
“I wanted to get away from home.”
Ian gasps. “You were running away?”
Mickey scowls at Ian but Ian just laughs. His scowl turns into a glare because
Ian doesn’t seem to be afraid of him no matter how much he glares. Other kids
usually run the other direction. “No I wasn’t running away. I would never leave
mama.” Ian doesn’t say anything but it's clear he's waiting for Mickey to
continue. Mickey huffs. “My dad just died and mama is really sad.”
“I'm sorry. I…” Then he realizes something. “Was your dad Terry?”
“Yeah, how do you know?”
“My parents were talking about him. They said he was…” Ian stops mid sentence
because it wouldn’t be polite to tell Mickey what they said.
“Well? What did they say?”
“It's not very nice.” Ian mumbles and avoids Mickey's eyes.
“It's also probably true.”
“I'm sorry.” Ian apologizes again. It seems only fitting. "Are you sad?"
Mickey shrugs. "Not really. He wasn't... nice."
Ian nods and gets another glare when he apologises.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
“Ian, Ian.” Ian wakes up to Fiona’s voice. “Who’s your friend?” Ian looks
around and sees Mickey is sleeping next to him on the carpet.
“That’s Mickey.”
“Like Mickey Milkovich?”
“I guess.”
“Huh.” Fiona says and wakes Mickey up too.
It's on a weekend so there is no school thankfully. Mickey joins them for
breakfast and Ian insists on accompanying Fiona as she takes Mickey back home.
When they knock on the door Mickey’s mom screams with relief and gives Mickey a
big tight hug.
“Where were you! I was so worried. Don’t you ever scare me like that again,
okay?” she gives him kisses all over his face and Ian's giggles. That’s when
Mickey tries to push his mother off.
“I'm fine mama, let go.”
“I'm sorry Mrs. Milkovich. I don’t even know how they found each other, I just
woke up and found him at our place.”
“Thank you so much. You're Fiona Gallagher, right?”
“Yes, and this is my baby brother Ian.”
“Is this your friend Mikh…”
“-ickey!” Mickey shouts and pulls his mother into the house and shuts the door.
“Your friend is weird.” Fiona tells Ian as she takes his hand and they walk
away.
Ian grips his sister’s hand tight then looks back at the house and hopes he
will see Mickey again soon.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
It's not even lunch time before Ian asks to go visit Mickey and Fiona forces
Lip to walk him there.
Ian spends the day with Mickey playing with his toys and running around the
neighborhood climbing trees. Unlike the night before Mickey is much happier and
much friendlier today. When Ian gets in bed that day he sleeps happily with a
big smile on his face. Mickey didn’t glare at him, and he wasn’t rude to Ian
all day. He even laughed once. It may have been because Ian fell on his ass,
but still. He thinks he has found a friend in Mickey and he can't wait for the
next day to come so they can hang out some more.
They attend the same school so for the first time since he started going Ian is
looking forward to it.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
Ian wakes up extremely early and brushes his teeth, dresses himself then goes
to wake up Lip and Fiona so she can make them breakfast.
“What is this?” Fiona asks.
“What?”
“Since when do you like school?” Ian shrugs. “Aah… Mickey.”
Ian neither denies nor confirms that. He just waits patiently on his siblings
so he can get to school already.
~0~
School becomes more interesting for Mickey with Ian around. It sucks that Ian
is still in kindergarten but they get to meet during recess or when going home
from school. Ian talks a lot. He is always going off about something. And
within a week Mickey knows everything about Ian. He knows that he likes the
colour green –he had said the color of the grass and Mickey had corrected him-
he hates his freckles because other kids make fun of them, and his parents are
never around so his sister Fiona is the one who mostly looks after them.
Ian is fun to be around and soon Mickey is used to having him around. He finds
himself getting sad when for some reason the two of them cannot hang out. The
two become so close such that it's either Fiona or his mama that picks them up.
The teachers even get informed of the new development.
One time Mickey finds Ian crying because some boy made fun of his freckles and
curly hair again. Mickey waits until recess and pushes the bully to the ground.
He lands in a puddle and the other kids laugh at him.
“Now you know how Ian feels when you make fun of him.”
That is the day Ian hugs him for the very first time.
That is also the day they became truly inseparable. Where you saw Ian, Mickey
was nearby and vice versa.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months of Ian and Mickey's friendship
growing stronger. Mickey would even spend the night at Ian's and Ian would do
the same. His mother came to consider Ian as one of his sons. Ian loved mama
Milkovich. She was sweet and nice and paid attention to him all the time unlike
his mother who would only pay attention to him sometimes. And that was only
when she was around.
However there was still the issue of Mickey being one class ahead of Ian. And
he hated that they didn’t spend every day of elementary school together. Mickey
came up with a plan to make sure he would end up being the same class with Ian.
It was a few more weeks before he would take exams to move on to the next
grade. So Mickey started to fail his classes on purpose so he would be held
behind. He wanted when Ian started first grade the next year they would be in
the same class.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
Seven and Eight.
__________________________
“I'm sorry you failed your classes Mickey.”
“Yes. I'm very sad.” Mickey says drily as he fixes the video game controls.
“At least we will be in the same grade. We can be studying together!” Ian
suggests excitedly.
That makes Mickey turn to him with a big smile on his face. “Okay.”
Ian smiles back and they start the game. “Can I join you?” Mandy asks and drops
on the couch.
 
~0~
Ian may have lied to Mickey about having chocolate. But they were best friends
now. And Mickey would ensure it stayed that way.
~0~
Mickey may be the rudest little boy Ian has ever met who liked to use the bad
words a lot, but Ian is happy he never stayed away even when Mickey wanted him
to.
Chapter End Notes
     quick confession. My mom is always laughing @ me because when i was
     little i used to refuse to go to school because i had gone the day
     before. so that's where i got that from. :))
     How are we feeling?
     let me know. mob love!!
***** Chapter 2 *****
Mickey, Mandy, Iggy, Joey and Jamie are all seated on the couch quietly and
obediently. It's been a month since their dad died and their mother has
something to tell them. Mackey can't wait until this meeting is over so he can
over to Ian's. His best friend has a new video game they need to try.
His mother claps her hands to get their attention. "Okay then. Since your
father is gone, we are going to have new rules."
"Like what?" Joey asks.
"Like, I don't want any of you ending up like him. So for starters Joey and
Jamie you will start attending school regularly like the rest." They both groan
but they don't object. "Second, there will be no cursing in this house."
"What? How the fuck are we supposed to communicate ma?" Jamie questions
honestly baffled and Mickey and Mandy laugh.
Their mother glares at him with both hands on her waist. "Care to repeat that
question?"
Jamie fidgets uncomfortably. "How are we supposed to communicate?"
"Good. And you will figure it out."
"What else mama?" Mickey asks impatiently.
Their mom takes a minute to think about it. "Mandy and Mickey you can go. I
wanna talk to the rest."
Mickey doesn't wait to be told twice as he races out the door.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
"School starts tomorrow. We're sitting together, right?" Ian asks as they lie
inside the make shift tent they just made.
"Of course." Mickey replies.
"But Dennis sat with you the whole of last year. Where will he seat?"
Mickey turns to face Ian. "That's his problem, not ours."
Ian smiles loudly pleased with the fact that he gets to spend so much more time
with Mickey. "How was the family meeting?"
"Mama says we can't say fuck anymore."
"That's nice."
Mickey rolls his eyes at his best friend.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
School is going great so far and Mickey, Ian and Mandy are in recess kicking a
ball among the three of them.
"Mind if join?" Some new girl asks them.
Mandy and Ian say 'yes' at the same time Mickey says 'no'.
"Ignore him. I'm Ian, this is Mandy and that's Mickey. He doesn't like to be
bothered."
"I'm Leslie."
 
~0~
 
Mickey is fine with Mandy crashing in on him and Ian, but he is not okay with
Leslie being around them all the time. And he doesn't like how she's always
looking at Ian and seems to direct everything she says at him.
He especially hated when Ian helped her with a pencil. He wanted to break it
into two just so she wouldn't get to use it.
Ian has failed to show up for him three times already due to Leslie related
reasons.
He didn't like her. He didn't like her at all.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
Leslie falls and grazes her knee so Ian helps her find the nurse's office. When
he gets there he finds leaving her there would seem rude so he waits until the
nurse is done taking care of her wound. He ends up being late and Mickey goes
home without him.
The next day Leslie brings him some sweets -that her aunt from Paris brought
her- to thank him for helping her out the other day. Ian takes the sweets and
shares them with Mandy because Mickey refuses. Which is really strange because
Mickey loves sugary things.
Later that day Ian and Mickey are doing their homework together like they
usually do when Mickey snaps at Ian for the first time in a very long time. In
fact the last time Mickey was this rude was the day they met.
"Where is your English book?" Mickey asks as they settle down on the Gallagher
kitchen table.
"Oh I forgot. Leslie missed some of the things the teacher said, and she wanted
to copy from me."
"So you gave her your book?"
Ian can see Mickey is getting upset. "Yes, but it's okay, we can just use the
textbook."
Mickey chews on his bottom lip as he scratches his hair and now Ian knows he's
angry. "I write down everything the teacher says and you take down the key
points. Then when we get home, we do the assignment together. That's how we
work!"
"I know but I couldn't say no. That would be mean." Ian tries to explain.
Mickey huffs and gets up angrily.
"Where are you going?" Ian stands up quickly and holds Mickey's hand to stop
him. "Don't go, I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
Mickey shakes off his hand and leaves through the back door. Ian is left
staring at the table worrying his bottom lip and trying not to cry. Mickey has
never gotten mad at him before.
Ian doesn't like it.
First thing he will do when he gets to school is ask Leslie for his book back.
Maybe then Mickey will stop being angry with him.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
The next day Mickey gets to class early and sits on the very last chair at the
back of the class. He notices how Ian looks upset that they are not siting
together today but Mickey needs to do something first.
Charles the guy who usually sits here comes in and frowns at him. "You're in my
seat."
"Find another."
Charles walks away and Mickey takes out his English book. When the class is
almost full thats when Leslie finally walks in and takes the seat in front of
Mickey which is where she usually sits.
"Hi Mickey." She greets cheerfully. "You switched seats?"
Mickey just glares at her in reply and she stops talking to him.
His original plan was to tell her to stay away from Ian but he gets a better
idea when their teacher goes around partnering them up and giving them
scissors. Mickey never gets to find out what they were for. He keeps staring at
Leslie's long ponytail and the more he does the more tempting in looks.
So he doesn't even think about it when he chops it off.
Mickey has never heard anyone scream that loud.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
"Why did you do it baby?" His mother asks him softly and caresses his hair.
He had gotten into deep trouble and had been sent home immediately. Now Mickey
was seated on his bed his mom next to him.
"Huh? You can talk to me."
Mickey sighs softly. "I don't like her."
"Why?"
"She was..." he rubs his nose. "She was trying to steal Ian from me."
"How?"
"Ian is always there when I need to play or hang out. But since she forced
herself on us Ian keeps forgetting about me."
"Oh baby," his mother pulls him to her chest. "I know you felt bad that Ian was
spending time with her instead of you, but cutting off her hair was not what
you should have done."
"What should I have done?" He looks up at his mom.
"You could have told Ian for one. Or you could have hanged out with Mandy, or
your brothers," she chuckles. "Or me, your mama."
Mickey laughs too. "I'm sorry mama."
"It's okay baby. Just don't ever do this again, ever okay?"
"Okay."
She kisses his forehead and hugs him tightly. Mickey leans into her comfort and
closes his eyes.
"Can I ask you something?" He nods. "Will you tell mama the truth?" He nods
again.
"How come you failed your end of year exams? We studied so hard and you got all
the answers right. What happened, did you panic?"
Mickey shakes his head 'no'
"Did you fail on purpose?" He doesn't reply. "Okay, it's okay baby."
Mickey closes his eyes again and settles in the comfort of his mother's arms.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
"I can't believe you cut off that girl's hair." Jamie says that night during
dinner.
"We are so proud of you." Joey whispers in his ear so their mother who is
watching TV doesn't hear.
"Thanks for the idea. Joey watch out."
"Touch my head and your dead fucking meat."
"Fuck you."
Mickey doesn't even know where their mum gets the wooden stick she chases them
around the house with.
"You will watch your language in my house!"
Mickey and Iggy just laugh at the scene playing out in front of them.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
"I'm sorry I got angry." Mickey apologises to Ian as they seat on the Milkovich
front steps.
"I'm sorry I gave away my notes."
They smile at each other and bump shoulders. "So we have a new brother." Ian
says.
"Wow. Now you're five just like us." Mickey replies.
Ian nods. "Yeah."
...
"Can't believe you cut off Leslie's hair. Now she looks away every time she
sees me."
Mickey can't believe Ian is still worried about her. He stares at his fingers
so he doesn't say anything... not nice.
Ian bumps his shoulder again. "But better her than you."
Mickey frowns at him. "What?"
Ian smiles at him. "I mean I don't care if she's mad at me as long as it's not
you. I don't like when you're mad at me." He pouts.
"I don't like being mad at you."
They smile at each other again and Ian gives him a tight hug that Mickey tries
to pulls away from with loud laughter.
They don't notice Mickey's mother watching them from the Window smiling.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Nine and Ten
___________________
“So how is the not cursing working out?” Ian asks Mandy as they walk home from
school. Mickey had been left behind in detention for instigating a fight where
people placed bets on who would will the fight between him and one of the
bullies in school.
Mandy shrugs. “Eh, hasn’t stopped one bit. We just don’t it in front of ma.”
Ian laughs. “She still chases you around with that wooden stick?”
“Yeah except now she actually lands those hits. I have been on the receiving
end once and it hurts like a motherfucker.” Ian laughs some more. “But Jamie,
Iggy and Joey are the ones who are always slipping up. But last year it's when
we decided to just not do it in front of her. Is your mom back yet?”
Ian shrugs and furrows his brows. “No. but at least they don’t leave for more
than a week ever since DFS came around that one time.”
“I'm sorry Ian.”
“It's okay. I'm used to it. Now I get why Fiona and Lip don’t always call them
mom and dad. I used to wonder all the time but not anymore.”
They both stay silent and walk home that way. Mandy being grateful to have a
doting mother and Ian wondering why they could not have gotten better parents.
They reach the Gallagher home first and part ways. Ian promises to come and
spend the night as soon as Mickey gets home.
After talking with Mandy about his not so good parents it puts him in a sad
mood that ends up making him upset. He misses those days when his mother would
prepare him for school or would read him bedtime stories. She can be so sweet
one minute and the next she's not there. Ian is old enough to understand what
alcohol is now. And that his parents consume a lot of it. He has never tried it
but Fiona and Lip will steal from Frank and Monica once in a while.
Ian hasn’t had the courage to try it. Even though some of his classmates with
even shittier parents have at this point. He walks into the Gallagher home and
bangs the door shut.
“Ian, my boy!” Frank calls. Ian didn’t even know Frank was back. “Grab your old
man a beer will ya?”
Ian rolls his eyes and heads towards the stairs defiantly. Next thing he knows
he's being grabbed by his shirt and pulled back. “I'm talking you, where is
your respect?”
Ian is beyond sad right now, he's just angry this alcohol is the reason why his
parents don’t pay enough attention to them. “Get it yourself.” He bites.
“You talk to your father this way? You ungrateful…” Frank doesn’t finish that
sentence and instead back hands him. Hard.
Ian sees stars for a second as he drops to the floor. “Dad, what are you
doing?” Fiona. Ian just gets up and runs upstairs and locks himself in the
bathroom. His cheek is throbbing and it's starting to feel swollen.
He looks at himself in the mirror and his cheek is indeed red. He has always
bruised easily. He doesn’t even notice tears are running down his face until he
tastes salt in his mouth. He sniffles and runs the back of his hand across his
nose. His dad has never hit him before. Not even when he was this drunk. But
then again their mom as neglectful as she was sometimes she would never allow
Frank to touch him. Any of them.
Ian looks at himself in the mirror again and his silent tears turn into
sobbing. He turns away from his reflection and sits under the bathroom sink. He
is going to stay here until Frank leaves for one of the local bars like he
always does.
“Ian?” Fiona calls softly. “Ian.” He doesn’t reply. He doesn’t want her to know
he's been crying. “He's gone you can come out.” Ian just wipes on his tears and
hugs his knees. “Ian. Oh, Lip you're home. Ian locked himself in here.”
“Why?”
“Fucking Frank.”
“What did he do?”
“He hit Ian.”
“Ian? Are you okay?” Lip calls.
“I'm fine!” Ian shouts.
“Then open the door.” Ian doesn’t move.
He hears footsteps and then there is silence. Ian just sits there feeling upset
and hurt. His cheek is still throbbing so he touches it gently.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
Mickey has just arrived home and put his bag on the floor when there is a bang
on the door. “Mandy get the door.” He tells his sister who is seated on the
couch and he heads into the kitchen to get something to drink.
Mandy makes a protesting noise but opens the door anyway. “Is Mickey here?”
Mickey quickly heads into the living room. “Fiona, what is it?”
“It's Ian, we need your help.”
“Is he okay?” Mandy asks.
Mickey doesn’t even wait to be told twice. He rushes out and follows Fiona back
to the Gallagher house. Fiona is not walking fast enough for his liking so
Mickey overtakes her and runs there. He busts in and finds Lip pacing on their
living room.
“What happened?” Mickey asks urgently.
“Frank fucking hit him.”
Mickey frowns because this is the first time he's hearing about something like
this happening. “Where is he?”
“He locked himself in the bathroom. Won't talk to us, won't come out. We've
tried. So we thought maybe you would have better luck than us.”
“How long?”
“Almost an hour.”
Mickey swallows and nods then heads upstairs. He approaches the bathroom with
caution. Ian must be really mad if he's not responding to his family. He knocks
on the door.
“GO AWAY!”
Mickey feels the pain of his best friend from the other side of the door.
“Ian?”
“Mickey?” Ian asks on the other side and then the door opens slightly and
Mickey walks in slowly.
Before he can fully get in he's stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turns
around with a glare but it just Lip handing him some frozen peas. Mickey nods
in acknowledgement and proceeds into the bathroom. Ian is curled in on himself
under the sink. His cheek is really red and bruised and he may not be crying
now but it's clear that’s what he's been doing.
Mickey kneels in front of him and removes Ian's hand from his cheek slowly so
he can place the peas instead. “You okay?” Ian just continues to look at the
tiles. “What happened?”
Ian sniffles and his eyes get watery again. “I refused to fetch him his beer.”
An unwanted memory flashes in his mind of his dad beating him and his brothers
for no good reason. “I'm sorry.”
Ian still looks sad and Mickey hates seeing his best friend unhappy. He wonders
what he can do to make him feel better or at least smile that big stupid smile
he always has on his face twenty four seven.
“Don’t worry, a time will come when you’ll be able to take him.” he says.
There’s a trace of a smile on Ian's face but he still pouts. “That’s a long
time from now Mick.”
Mickey doesn’t know what to do to get rid of that pout so he pulls on Ian's
lower lip. Ian gives a teary laugh and Mickey feels so much better. “There you
go.”
“Stupid.” Ian insults around another laugh.
“Rude.” Mickey frowns at Ian playfully and the latter chuckles again and takes
his hand.
“Thank you for not laughing at me.”
Mickey frowns genuinely. “Why would I laugh at you?”
“Because I'm crying like a baby.”
Mickey smiles at his best friend and squeezes his hand. “Well, you are crying
like a baby but you're my best friend so…”
“Fuck you.” Ian laughs again and pushes his shoulder.
“Now who is using a bad word?”
Ian rolls his eyes and Mickey is just glad to have taken his mind off of the
whole thing.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
Mickey gets Ian to get out of the bathroom and they head downstairs to the rest
of the family. They watch Carl and Debbie as Fiona and Lip make dinner. Mickey
stays until after dinner to ensure Ian is back to his normal self. When he sees
Ian is laughing and talking too much like his usual self again, he stands and
heads out. It's getting late and his mama always gets worried when any of them
are out at night. But he's hoping Mandy already told her he's at Ian's.
“Wait, let me walk you home!” Ian runs towards him and opens the door walking
out before Mickey. “How was detention?”
Mickey groans. “Boring as fuck. We couldn’t do anything with that stupid
teacher sited there. You should have been there.”
Ian laughs. “In detention?”
“Yes. It would have been interesting at least.”
“Okay Mickey, next time I will help you beat up a bully so I can keep you
company in detention.” They both laugh at the sarcastic statement.
They go quiet and continue to walk to the Milkovich home. “Next time you ran.”
Mickey says suddenly.
“Run?”
“Yeah. When it looks like he's going to hit ya.”
Ian sighs. “We’re here. Say hello to your mom.”
“Okay.” Mickey walks towards the steps and Ian starts to walk back. It's so
dark Mickey can't even make out his skinny body. “Ian!”
“Yeah!” Ian replies but Mickey still can't see him. He walks down the steps and
heads towards the voice. “What are you doing?”
“It's too dark, I'm walking you back home.”
“What are you talking about? I just walked you home.”
“I know, and now I'm walking you.” Mickey throws a hand across his shoulder and
they start heading back.
“Wow, it's so dark tonight.” Ian realizes.
“See?”
They walk and when they're where Ian considers central ground he stops. “You
can't walk past here.”
“Why not?”
“Because then I will want to walk you back and make sure you're safe.” Ian
states.
“Ian…” Mickey starts.
“No, go back.” Ian insists.
Mickey sighs but relents. “Okay.”
“Mickey?”
“Yeah?”
Ian feels the urge to hug his best friend and he does exactly that. Mickey hugs
Ian back just as tightly. “Goodnight.” Ian whispers in his ear.
“You too.”
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
“This is lame.” Mickey complains.
“No it's not. It's cool.” Ian debates.
“How is joining a stupid school play cool?”
“Because.”
Mickey rolls his eyes. “Whatever just hurry up.”
“You should join too! Ian suggests his eyes wide as if it's the best idea on
earth.
“Fuck no.”
“Language Milkovich!”
“Sorry Mrs. P.”
 
~0~
 
Mickey groans. “Oh my God, the soccer club too? What are you gonna join next,
football?”
Ian smiles widely. “That’s awesome. That’s what I should join instead of
soccer.”
“No. No one cares when the kids play. Only high school football is taken
seriously.”
Ian thinks about it. “Okay, then I will join football when we get to high
school.” He replies and signs up for soccer. “Last one is junior debate.”
Mickey just shakes his head and follows Ian's lead. For some reason today Ian
had woken up and decided he wanted to be more active in school. So they were
going around as Ian signs up for all this stuff. Mickey being disapproving but
supportive at the same time.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
After that Ian gets popular among the third, fourth and fifth grade because he
is so active now. Mickey doesn’t join any of those clubs but sometimes he will
stick around and watch Ian do his thing. And he watches as Ian does all this
things with a smile on his face and he actually seems to enjoy it. Mickey is
just happy his best friend is more than just the kid with the shouting curly
hair and freckles. Which is something Ian pointed out to him happily.
So of course Mickey supports him. He makes fun of him, but he supports him.
Like when he helped make the banner for their play. Ian had been left in charge
of that and since Mickey could draw better than him he had asked him to help.
The drama teacher had praised it and asked Mickey to join the play but Mickey
had just glared at her as answer enough. He was ready to watch and support Ian
but he wouldn’t be caught dead acting out a play where people were trees and
cars. At least Ian remained a boy.
On a Wednesday of the final week of the month they both got in trouble. They
were in gym class and Dean from their class pushed Mandy to the ground. Ian and
Mickey had not even let Mandy defend herself. Mickey had pushed Dean till he
dropped to the gym floor and then cheered Ian on when he sat on Dean’s chest
and started to slap him silly.
They had both been given detention for two weeks.
“I see what you mean.” Ian voiced that evening when he looked around at the six
of them here. They were required to be silent, they couldn’t do anything
because of the teacher seated at the front of the class with no signs of
leaving.
“I told you it was boring as hell.”
“Well, I landed in detention with you so, you can't say I never did anything
for you.”
Mickey scoffs and salutes Ian with the middle finger.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
It's on a Saturday when Ian wakes up with a wet sticky spot in his pajamas.
Again. This is the third time this week and he doesn’t understand what's going
on. He covers himself and looks up at his brother who is still sleeping on his
top bunk. He is older than him so maybe he can explain to him what's happening.
Then he thinks about how the higher chances are that Lip will make fun of him.
So he concludes to ask his bestfriend. Mickey is the same age as Lip anyway.
He takes a quick shower and grabs a banana then rushes to the Milkovich house.
He walks in like he usually does and walks past mama Milkovich making breakfast
in the kitchen. “Good morning!” he shouts but doesn’t wait to hear her answer
as he walks straight to Mickey’s room.
He shuts the door behind him and gets in bed with a snoring Mickey. “Scoot
over.” He says even as he pushes Mickey with his hip towards the wall. He is
settling in when he sees a packet of smokes on Mickey's night stand. “What the
hell?” He turns and shakes Mickey awake. “Mick, wake up.”
“Fuck off.” Mickey mumbles.
“No, wake up, what is this?” Mickey opens an eye to look at what Ian is
referring to. “They're Joey’s.”
“What are they doing here?”
“They were smoking in my room last night and I tried one.” Mickey rubs his eyes
and yawns.
“Did you like it?” Ian asks fascinated as he studies the pack.
“Didn’t hate it. What's up? It's on Saturday, you should be sleeping in.”
Ian remembers what brought him here and he blushes with embarrassment. Luckily
for him Mickey is closing his eyes again. “Have you ever umm…”
Mickey opens his eyes to look at him. “Have I ever what Ian?”
“You know.”
Mickey groans. “No I don’t know. And you're the worst person ever if you just
woke me up for nothing.”
“It's not nothing.”
Mickey sleeps on his right side so he can face Ian. “Then what?”
“I keep waking up with this sticky wetness between my legs.” He mumbles
quietly.
“What?” Mickey asks straining to listen.
“I think something may be wrong with me.”
“Why?”
“I keep waking up with this wetness between my legs.” He adds with a grimace.
“And it's real sticky too.”
“Oh, you're having wet dreams? Finally someone is growing up.” Mickey jokes but
Ian just looks at him confused.
Mickey sighs and sits up too. “You're lucky you could come to me. My brothers
had a field day when I started having them.”
 
~0~
 
“We learn these things in health. Pay more attention.”
Ian lies down on the bed and Mickey follows suit so they're facing each other.
Ian covers them with Mickey’s blanket. “So I can make a girl pregnant?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you want to make a girl pregnant?” Ian asks Mickey curiously.
“What?”
“Yeah. Do you want to have sex with a girl?”
“No.”
“Why? You said it's the only way to stop the wet dreams.”
“It's not the only way, it's one of the ways. You can touch yourself.”
“Do you, touch yourself?”
“It's too early for this questions Ian.” Mickey runs a hand across his face.
“Do you?”
“No.”
“Why?”
Mickey shakes his head. “I don’t know. My brothers say I should but I haven’t.
Not yet.”
“Because you want a girl to touch you?”
“What? No, I didn’t say that.”
Ian hums and turns to look at the ceiling. “I bet it's Sapphire. You totally
want her to touch your penis.”
“Ian would you stop? I do not want Sapphire to touch my dick.”
“What! You want Sapphire to touch your dick? Eew!” Mandy pops in out of
nowhere.
“You stupid bitch why are you eavesdropping?”
“Tell me the truth or I tell ma you just called me a bitch.”
Sigh. “No. I do not want her to do that. It's Ian who is talking nonsense.”
“Kids! Breakfast!” their mother calls and the conversation is derailed thank
God.
Mickey cannot deal with this talk right now. He may not be sure about a lot but
he is sure he doesn’t want Sapphire anywhere near his genitals.
Chapter End Notes
     gonna stop there because it's 2:30 and i am so sleepy. ty 4 readin
     also,
     @satanicbananahamick please comment so we can talk about ur name. it
     cracks me up everytime i see uv left kudos on any of my stuff. he he
     he hee
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     How about Ian and Mickey are at the Gallagher house and Monica starts
     acting weird and scares Ian, so Fiona tells Mickey to take Ian home
     with him for a while. When they get to the Milkovich house, Mickey
     tells his mom what happened and mama Milkovich comforts Ian
See the end of the chapter for more notes
A week later Ian and Mickey are at the Gallagher home watching a movie with
Fiona and Lip. He had already told his mother he's spending the night here so
they were huddled together in the recliner covered in a blanket watching a
Christmas movie.
They had just started it and everyone had just settled in when Monica and Frank
come barelling into the house high as usual.
"My babies!" Monica calls.
She hugs Fiona and Lip and then starts coming towards Ian. "Mom we're watching
a movie." Fiona protests.
"You don' wanna spend some time with your mommy?"
She bends down and pinches on Ian's cheeks and ruffles Mickey's hair. "How have
you been baby?"
"Moni, let them be. Let's go upstairs so you can take care of your man." Frank
hugs her from behind and squeezes her boobs. Ian looks away.
"No! I wanna spend time with the kids!" Monica shouts and pushes Frank who
unsteadily falls on the coffee table.
"God dammit Monica!"
Ian instinctively grabs Mickey's hand. "Come here baby." She pulls Ian up -as
Franks struggles to get up loudly- who is feeling scared at this point because
of all the chaos.
"Monica stop!" Fiona shouts as Ian tries to get away from his mother's arms.
Fiona manages to pull him away. "Take him home." She whispers to Mickey who
immediately grabs Ian's hand and they walk out of the Gallagher home.
Ian is shaking partly from the cold because they didn't get time to grab their
jackets and partly because he hates seeing his mother like that, on drugs.
"Are you okay?"
Ian nods and hugs himself. Mickey just helps them walk faster. When they enter
the Milkovich home their mom is dozing off on the couch when she startles
awake.
"What is going on?"
"Ian's mom." Mickey says as a way of explanation. For some reason his mother
always understands that Monica's name means trouble. Almost like she knows
something they don't.
"Are you okay sweetheart?" She opens her arms wide and Ian immediately walks
into the welcoming hug.
"Shhh." She comforts and rubs his hair. "You'll be okay. You are fine here.
Okay?" Ian nods and tries not to cry.
Mickey's mom always gives him the care and compassion he should be getting from
his own mother. He is happy she's around. She makes him some delicious hot
chocolate and when he's finished drinking it she pulls him into a quick hug
again.
He can feel her nod and then Mickey takes his hand again and guides him to his
room and into his bed.
"Feeling better?"
"Yeah." Ian takes Mickey's hand and entertwines their fingers. Mickey's
squeezes his hand which gets a sigh out of Ian. "Your mom is awesome."
"Yeah."
They stay there in silence with Ian basking in Mickey's presence and comfort.
Sometime later they hear shooshing and laughter as the back door opens. Mickey
and Ian shoot out of bed and follow who is undoubtedly one of Mickey's
brothers.
"What are you doing?" Ian asks when they open the door and find all three
brothers sited in a circle.
"Jesus Christ Ian. Fuck!" Joey whisper shouts. "Shut the fucking door and get
out here or go back in."
They choose to join them. "What are you idiots doing?" Mickey asks.
Iggy hands him a bottle of whiskey but Jamie grabs it instead. "Don't give it
to them. They're like five years old. Here." He hands them each a beer.
Ian and Mickey look at each other and shrug before taking a gulp each. Ian
coughs surprised by the taste but keeps going anyway. They both start to feel
the effects after that one beer and Jamie shakes his head.
"Fucking ten year olds."
They pass out after three beers and are carried into Mickey's bed. The
following day they pretend to be sick when Mickey's mother comes to wake them
up. Mandy can smell their breathes so she covers for them and prevents their
mom from getting into the room.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
Ten and Eleven
___________________
 
Of course as soon as they're in the forth grade Ian becomes class president and
the teacher's pet. He and Mickey study hard together and always pass most of
their classes and if Mickey didn't get himself into so much trouble he would
probably be teacher's pet too. But he likes not being one. The last thing he
needs is the teacher being always on him. He likes getting in trouble. And even
though his dad died years ago he likes knowing people recognize and fear him
for his last name.
Ian and Mickey are complete opposites but the exact same. While Ian is the
goody two shoes one, Mickey is the one always getting in trouble and has a
permanent seat in detention. But they always end up going home together because
of Ian's after school curriculum activities. But that is the only way they
differ; In behavior.
But when it came to everything else they loved all the same things and just
understood each other like no one else. Thus remaining inseparable. Not to
mention Ian was also a trouble maker he just doesn't get caught.
Ian usually full fills his duties as class president but with one exception; he
is so biased when it comes to Mickey and doesn't even try to hide it. When the
teacher leaves him in charge Mandy will listen to him like the rest of the
class but Mickey doesn't and Ian always let's it slide.
~
The first week of Ian as class president their teacher had written their names
in papers and then put them in a basket so that people could pick their
partners for an upcoming project. The teacher had then excused herself. Ian had
stood in front of the class and held the basket.
"Okay, you can only pick once, and you get whoever you get. There is no
switching."
Mickey had gotten up so he could be first in line. He had picked a paper and
then read it. "Fuck no." He had then proceeded to put the paper back in and
started looking for the one with Ian's name on it.
"I thought you said we couldn't pick?" Someone had complained behind Mickey.
"Shut up Shelby."
Mickey had commanded and then found Ian's name then sat back down. All Ian
could do was not hurt his cheeks with smiling too hard.
~
A few months later Ian was in the cafeteria hanging out with some of his other
friends at their table. Mickey had gone and tapped the boy next to Ian.
"Move over."
"There is like a seat right there." He pointed at the opposite side of the
table.
"Don't care, I wanna seat here." The guy had continued to look up at him. "Want
me to make you?"
The boy had stood up reluctantly with a sigh. Ian had waited until Mickey sat
down then squeezed his thigh and they had continued with the topic where they'd
left it. Honesty it surprised Mickey that that boy had even put up a fight.
Most people got it.
Usually even when Ian would walk towards where Mickey was talking with some of
the other trouble makers when they saw Ian walk towards them they would usually
make space for him to sit or stand next to Mickey. It went without saying that
the two were like two peas in a pond. It was understood by most people in
junior high that you didn't stand between Ian and Mickey.
~
These incidents where Ian favored his best friend didnt happen as often, and
even if they did Ian was always fair -Mickey aside. So most students didn't
mind so much but of course Dean had to have a problem with it.
It was on Friday evening and the teacher had given them assignments for the
weekend. She had told Ian to distribute the books they were to read from. Ian
told them to make a straight line and pick a book each on their way out. Then
he had picked two books. One his and the other he had thrown at Mickey.
"So we get to wait but Mickey doesn't?" Dean speaks up.
Ian gives him a 'dah' look like the answer should be obvious to Dean. "Yeah."
"See you outside." Mickey whispers in Ian's ear and takes both their bags. He
is just outside the school when he can feel someone behind him. "What?" He
turns around to find Dean following him. He stops and crosses his arms, waits
it out.
"Ian shouldn't be class president."
"Because....?"
"He's too biased."
"Right. To even make that suggestion to Mrs. P you will need to back it with
proof that he's terrible at his job. Good luck with that."
"It's just not fair that you get special treatment." They continue to argue
even as other students walk past them.
Mickey pushes at his chest and Dean stumbles back. "I don't know what your
problem is. You have always gotten what you're supposed to when you're supposed
to." Dean is about to say something but Mickey cuts him off. "Behave, or I will
show you how."
"Hey guys." Dean glares at Ian but walks away. "What's that about?"
"Nothing. So I found a sport I like."
"No. You? Mickey Milkovich wants to join a sport?"
"Shut up. Baseball. Practice starts tomorrow."
"Okay. We will go join."
"Don't you have like a million things going on?"
"Yeah but I'm superman. I can do anything."
Mickey smirks. "I bet you're not faster than me."
They race all the way home pushing at the each other and laughing.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
Mickey is assigned first base while Ian plays second. Mickey is also really
good at this and the coach immediately takes to him. Well, that's until he has
an ultracation with the pitcher and ends up pushing him on the ground. He's
about to start wailing on him but the couch pulled him off.
The coach kicks him out of the team then walks away. Mickey does the logical
thing and unzips his trouser. Ian's jaw drops to the ground when Mickey pees
right there and then.
"Milkovich!" The coach yells and chases him around the field while everyone
else barrels with laughter.
When Mickey runs off Ian follows him and quits in solidarity. Ian can't stop
laughing when he catches up with Mickey.
"You didnt even last a whole game."
"Not my fault the coach chose to pick that fuckers side." Mickey says as they
sit down breathlessly on the grass at the far end of the field.
"What did he say?"
"Called me the son of a murderer."
Ian sighs deeply and takes Mickey's hand and squeezes it.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
The following evening Mickey steals cigarettes and beers from his brothers and
they sneak into the dugout. They settle in and Ian lights their cigarettes.
They are on their third beers when Ian remembers there is something he has been
thinking about and he thinks this is a good time as any to bring it up. He's
feeling confident from his light buzz.
"So umm..." Ian starts. "You remember last year when we had that talk?"
Mickey laughs. "Where you accused me of wanting Sapphire to touch my dick?"
Ian smiles. "Yeah."
Mickey exhales smoke out of his nose and Ian wants to learn how to do that.
"What about it?"
"Did you start..." he gestures jerking off.
Mickey looks away. "Sure, why?"
"Me too." Ian says.
Mickey has no idea where Ian is going with this.
"You want to do it..together?"
Mickey turns to look at Ian and nods slowly. "Only if you want to."
"I do. But only if you want to."
They both drop their cigarettes and look at each other then stand side by side.
Ian goes first and unzips his trouser, spits on his hand then puts it inside
his boxers. Mickey inhales sharply and does the same. They both massage
themselves into full hardness inside their trousers.
"In three." Mickey says and Ian nods in agreement. "One, two, three." No one
pulls out his dick. But they don't say anything they just continue to touch
themselves.
Ian enjoys touching himself in the bathroom and it feels good but somehow it
feels better when he's doing it with his best friend. They avoid each other's
eyes which isn't hard because they are seated side to side. Instead of going
fast like he usually does so he can come more than once, he jerks it slow. From
his peripheral he can see Mickey is going slow too.
Ian doesn't know if this is the greatest idea, to be in close proximity with
his best friend as he gets off. From experience he knows he could jizz on
Mickey from this distance. But he likes sharing this experience with his best
friend.
He hears Mickey exhale sharply. It's quiet but it's there and it makes his grip
tighten as he picks up speed.
He bites his lip when he comes holding back noise and getting jizz all over the
inside of his trousers. Mickey doesn't make a sound but his body stiffens as he
reaches for his shirt he'd discarded as soon as they got here.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
Ian is seated having breakfast at the kitchen table thinking about what
happened at the baseball field two days ago and how much he liked it. It had
been a little awkward but it was nice. So nice. He has been wanting to do it
again but has no clue how to bring It up. Besides, just because he enjoyed it
doesn't mean Mickey did.
"Oh kiddo, you're too old to walk around with curly hair." Fiona starts to play
around with his hair and Ian let's her. He is deeply immensed in his thoughts
anyway. "You have too much hair." She says.
"You want to cut it?"
Fiona thinks for a beat. "No, but I have an idea."
Fiona comes back with scissors which Ian doesn't get because she just said she
wasn't gonna cut it. But he trusts his sister so he let's her.
He has no idea what Fiona does to his hair, doesn't look at himself in the
mirror he just heads to school. But he is aware of some of his hair covering
his forehead.
He gets "Nice bangs." at least three times from three girls before he gets to
class.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
Mickey doesn't know if his best friend has always looked this good. His hair is
different. Mickey likes it. His clothes fit him so well. And while some girls
are busy fawning over Ian, Mickey is busy wondering how to bring up the fact
that he wants to jerk off with Ian again. And probably again after that.
Ian turns them all down, something Mickey is surprised to be happy about. He
doesn't have romantic feelings for Ian -no, he does not- but he still doesn't
want to share him with a girlfriend. He doesn't want anyone interfering with
their friendship again.
That night on the way home from school Mickey can't take it anymore and he
brings it up. "You wanna come by today?"
"Yeah sure."
"I was thinking maybe we could, you know. Do it again?" He is blushing, he can
feel it. But he feels better when Ian starts blushing too.
"Abso... yes. I'll come by after dinner."
When they do it this time the dicks come out but they still don't touch and
they still don't look at each other.
But both boys enjoy the experience. It's even better this time since the
awkwardness is gone. And they soon get into a routine where they get off
together at least twice twice a week. It gets to a point where it's completely
normal. Just two best friends who love each other and enjoy jerking off at the
same time.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
A Few Months Later
 
Ian really loves his job as class president and wants to run again. Mandy is
his campaign manager and Mickey does the posters. They do the advertising and
Ian makes promises he fully intends on full filling just like he has this last
year. Mickey's mom bakes him cookies that he distributes among his classmates.
And his classmates do admit he's a good class president.
Ian is feeling pretty confident until he overhears a conversation in the boys
bathroom.
"Who are you voting for?" Dean.
"Trent." Baron.
What!!
"Yeah, me too." Dean says.
Ian is a good president but he didn't throw us a party." Baron continues.
"Yeah, I mean cookies?" Dean scoffs. "We can get cookies anywhere."
"Tomorrow we should suggest to Mrs. P that Trent should run for class president
too."
Ian doesn't get out of the stall he's in until the two boys have left. He
really wanted to remain class president but it seems with Trent being rich and
bribing his classmates Ian doesn't stand a chance.
He ditches school early and heads home feeling sadder than he's been in a
while.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
Ian misses class for the first time since Mickey has ever known him. Which is
forever. He finds it hard to pay attention and keeps staring at the empty desk
next to him.
"You see Ian?" Mickey asks Mandy as soon as the bell rings.
"No. But he was in school earlier."
That's the thing. They got to school together, where the hell is he? He gets
even madder when that fucker Trent gets practically the entire class to throw
his name in the hat and therefore becoming Ian's competition. Looks like he's
gonna win too.
This news is going to break Ian's heart he just knows it. Ian loves being
president so much. That evening after class he heads straight to the Gallagher
house.
He doesn't even say anything because Fiona exhales in relief as soon as she
sees him. "Upstairs, under the bed. Been there all day, won't even tell us
what's wrong."
Mickey goes and sits on Ian's bed. "Ian come out let's talk."
"I don' wanna." Mickey can imagine he's jutting his chin out right now.
"C'mon, what's wrong."
"I'm gonna loose the election."
"We could always run next year."
"No. I like being president."
"Ian he's using his parents money..."
"I want to stay president!"
Mickey sighs and taps his foot. "Come out so we can talk."
"No. Trent wants to humiliate me so I'm never getting out of here."
"Fucking..."
Mickey kneels down and looks under the bed at Ian who doesn't even spare him a
glance. He sighs again and gets under the bed next to him.
"What is your plan here?" Ian shrugs. "Fine. Then we will just live here
forever."
Ian snorts and turns to face him his face so sad it hurts to see. "I don't want
to loose." He whispers and his eyes get watery.
It gets Mickey right in his heart and he vows to do everything he can to ensure
Ian wins the election. In the meantime he doesn't like the look on his best
friends face. Mickey faces Ian fully and slowly touches his lips to Ian's. Ian
gasps in surprise and Mickey uses the chance to slot their lips together. It's
a soft kiss that doesn't even last very long but it gets the job done.
When Mickey pulls back Ian is smiling again and he never wants to see any
expression but happiness on that face.
"Now will you please come out? Your sister is getting worried."
Ian smiles and nods wordlessly so Mickey gets out first so Ian can follow.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
The following morning Ian isn't looking forward to going to class. He's not as
upset as he was yesterday but he looks very disappointed.
Mickey plans on fixing that soon.
Luckily for him Ian's debate club has a meeting before class. As he heads there
Mickey wastes no time in cornering the leader of the nerds in their class.
"Hello Allan."
"Mi...Milkovich." he stammers out.
"You really think that Asshole Trent deserves to be president?"
Allan shakes his head. "No."
"So why are you voting for him?"
"We don't get invited to parties very often. And he threw us one."
"That's all it takes?" Mickey scoffs. "You will change your vote, reinstate
Ian."
"I can't just..."
Mickey slaps the wall behind Allan and the latter flinches and fixes his
glasses. Mickey gets all up in his face.
"You will vote for Ian, and you will tell your fellow geeks who take up half
the class to vote for Ian. I don't think I need to explain what will happen if
you don't, but I will paint you a picture anyway. Allan, I will kick your
fucking teeth in. Then you will have to walk around school with not only this
ugly ass glasses, but fucking braces too. Is that what you want?"
Allan shakes his head 'no' vehemently in fear.
"Good. Now get."
Allan runs away and trips dropping some of his books. Mickey chuckles and walks
past him as he bends to pick them up. He has three bananas so Mickey takes one
then waves it at Allan. "See you in class."
Chapter End Notes
     :))
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Twelve and Thirteen
_________________
 
Mickey, Iggy and Mandy are in the living room watching a Disney movie –thanks
to Mandy- when Jamie and Joey come crushing into the house. They are a little
drunk it’s clear but they're both over eighteen so their mother doesn’t give
them too hard a time about drinking. She's against hard drugs though. Had said
she would kick anyone out who resulted to cocaine and weed. They still did weed
discreetly though.
They are laughing and talking about how they passed by an alley and some guy
was having the shit beaten out of him for being a fag. Mickey doesn’t know what
that means. But he's surprised when their mum quickly gets up and faces the
brothers.
“Did you do it too?” she asks.
“No ma,” Joey says. “We didn’t beat him up. We were just walking by and saw it
happen.”
“Why didn’t you help?”
“Because it was none of our business ma.” Jamie tells her. “But he’s a fag,
what does it matter? Dad always said men who fucked, I'm sorry ma, who slept
with other men deserved to die.”
Mickey freezes in his seat. Their mother grabs the brothers by their ears and
sits them down on the couch. Iggy and Mandy are laughing but Mickey is still on
the part where ‘sleeping with other men could lead to death’
“Listen to me.” She sits on the coffee table and starts. “Everyone, every
single person in this world is allowed to love who they want to love. It
doesn’t matter what sex they are. Do you understand me?”
Joey and Jamie look at her confused. “So it’s okay for two men to be together?”
it’s Jamie who voices what they're both clearly thinking.
“Absolutely. Or two women. There’s nothing wrong with that. So I never want to
hear any of you talk like that again. And next time you see a gay man not a
fag, you will never call them that again, being beaten up you will use those
muscles and you will help them. I'm i understood?”
“Ma, dick is supposed to go into vagina. Men don’t have…”
“They figure it out. Go online and enlighten yourselves if you have to. But
there shall be no more talk about how men shouldn’t love men. Because it's not
true.”
Silence.
“Ma,” Joey swallows. “Dad always said it wasn’t normal. He said,”
“Your father didn’t know shit!” everyone looks at her shocked. “That’s right, I
said shit. He lied. Gay men are normal, just like straight men are normal. So
no more, you hear me?” they nod quickly. “That goes for everybody else.” She
directs to the other three. “Now get your stinky breaths away from me.”
As his brothers leave the living room Mickey has all this mixed feelings inside
him. So a fag is a bad word for gay men and being gay doesn’t automatically
result to death. For some reason he cannot place, he is very happy that his mum
doesn’t have a problem with any of it. He gets this urge to go sit next to her
and she pulls him into her chest and kisses his hair. Mickey watches the rest
of the movie in his mother’s hold.
 
~0~0~0~0~0
 
Thirteen and Fourteen
___________________________
 
It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon and Ian is all by himself in the Gallagher home.
He's throwing a tennis ball Mickey had taken from one of the nerds in class
back and forth. It’s one of those days when their mom is her normal self and
she had taken Debbie, Carl and baby Liam to the park. He didn’t know where the
rest were. So naturally Mickey was coming over. Ian has been having a lot of
inner conflicts lately. Ever since Mickey kissed him that day under the bed Ian
had come to the realization that maybe he wasn’t like the other boys in his
class. It may have happened such a long time ago, two years to be exact, but he
still thinks about that kiss and how much he had liked it.
He doesn’t know if it was because it was a boy who had kissed him or because it
was Mickey. He thinks it's both. He throws the tennis ball across the wall and
then catches it again. Maybe he should kiss a girl so he can see if he likes it
as much. Or maybe he should kiss Mickey again and see if he still likes it. He
likes the second option so much better and he can't help but wonder what that
could mean. In the back of his mind he knows it’s because he likes his
bestfriend, but he’s going to keep that thought right where it is.
When he throws the ball this time he doesn’t catch it and it rolls away but
Mickey stops it with his foot.
“Sup.”
“Hey.” Ian strangely wants to hug him. “No one’s home.”
Mickey smirks, “You want to…”
 
~0~
 
They are seated on Ian's twin bed with their trousers around their hips.
“Ready?” Mickey asks already holding his dick.
Ian takes a deep breath. “What if we,”
“What?”
“Do it to each other this time. I touch you and you touch me?”
Mickey looks at Ian and remembers what his mother had told his brothers. It's
okay, what Ian is suggesting is completely okay. They may not be boyfriends but
this is completely normal.
Ian thinks Mickey has taken too long to answer and he's already panicking.
“It’s okay if it makes you uncomfortable Mick, we don’t have to do it.” He
suggests it even as his heart is beating fast at the possibility that Mickey
might hate him for even thinking about this.
“No, it's okay.”
“Are you sure?” Ian asks apprehensively.
Mickey smiles at him and Ian can feel his shoulders relax. Then Mickey takes
his dick in his hand without warning and Ian inhales sharply his dick filling
out immediately. Mickey's smile gets bigger and he blinks at Ian earnestly. His
eyes are so blue in this light and he keeps licking his lower lip that’s now
wet with saliva. His hand starts moving up and down on Ian's dick and Ian
starts to blush because of how Mickey is just looking at him, watching him.
Mickey licks his lip again and Ian watches the movement then moans when Mickey
rubs at the top of his dick.
He doesn’t even know where it comes from but suddenly he moves forward and
touches his lips to Mickey's. he has never kissed anyone really, except Mickey
that one time so he doesn’t know what to do. But then he remembers the last
time he had opened his mouth accidentally and their lips had come together. So
he does that. Mickey doesn’t miss a bit as he sucks on Ian's bottom lip so Ian
sucks on his top one. They start to guide each other through the kiss and
Mickey lets go off Ian's dick so he can hold his neck instead at the same time
Ian touches his stomach. They make out for a while and when Mickey moans after
Ian sucks on his tongue that’s when Ian remembers what they were doing so he
grabs Mickey's dick. The moan he gets in return makes him smile into the kiss.
He cannot believe how amazing kissing while jerking each other off feels. If he
had known that it was going to be this intense he would have suggested it ages
ago.
The orgasms they experience that day are they best they’ve ever had and jerking
off twice a week goes up to three to four times a week. The kissing though, the
kissing they do it whenever they can. It’s in secret and it's private but they
do it when can.
Ian will tell Mickey to wait till it's dark before he heads home just so they
can make out in the dark on the way there. They spend more nights together so
they can kiss in bed. The most they ever do is jerk off though kissing is what
they do most. It's what they mostly enjoy.
But they're not boyfriends, they are just friends, bestfriends who like to kiss
and jerk each other off. Atleast they're in agreement on that one.
 
~0~0~0~0~0
 
Mickey is in the field by the bleachers watching Ian play volleyball with some
of the girls. Mickey can't believe he's here waiting for his bestfriend -who is
playing a sport that’s not even his- when they could be doing something much
better with their time. Like kissing till their lips ache for instance. Last
night Ian wanted to keep going until they had fallen asleep. Mickey was very
content with this new development. He is still watching the friendly game when
someone comes and sits next to him. He ignores him
“Milkovich.”
“Clint.” He spits. It's one of those big guys from the eigth grade. Even Mickey
could admit he wouldn’t want to go against him in a fight.
“Nice game.”
“What do ya want?” Mickey asks impatiently.
Clints slaps his shoulder in what's supposed to be a friendly manner. “See?
It's why I like you, no bullshit.” Mickey grunts in reply. “Ian's single,
right?”
“Who wants to know?”
“My sister, eighth grade, sweet, shy, very pretty.” Mickey chews on his lower
lip but doesn’t react. Clint stands up and hits his shoulder again and says,
“She needs a date for prom. Make it happen.” Before walking away.
No clarity is required. It's an order, they both know it's an order. Mickey
looks in the direction where Ian is holding the ball. He waves at Mickey with a
big smile before hitting the ball over the net. Mickey sighs and watches his
bestfriend who has no clue what a tight spot Mickey has just been put in right
now.
Chapter End Notes
     i'm sorry this isn't as long as the rest, but when i saw them
     together again on that amazing episode it intimidated me a little bit
     and i was like 'do i seriously write Ian and Mickey fiction? how?'
     and if weren't for people sending me prompts yesterday i had
     seriously began to doubt my writing skills. so, i am not too proud to
     admit i need reassurance that i am doing an okay job.
     *sad face*
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     @Loftec, Tbool, Carisa, Suzy, Fia, NCC_0419 and Snow25 thanks a bunch
     for your kind words. my confidence is back and i'm feeling so much
     better now.
     ya'll are so sweet so in light of that, here's a quick update.
     #moblove
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ian is spending the night at the Milkoviches tonight. Mickey eats dinner
quietly and listens to his siblings argue trying and failing not to curse. They
keep stopping mid sentence. It would be hilarious if Mickey wasn’t feeling so
depressed right now. Their mother retires to bed early and Mickey follows suit.
“Mickey, Joey got the good weed, you don’t wanna smoke up?” Iggy asks.
“Nah, I'm beat. Let Ian in when he comes alright?”
He heads into his bedroom and takes off his clothes leaving on his t-shirt and
boxers.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
He's almost drifted off when he feels cold limbs rub against his. He groans as
he opens his eyes. Ian always does this, when he knows Mickey is nice and warm
he makes sure every cold part of him is touching Mickey in some way. Mickey
hasn’t even finished that thought before Ian is putting his cold hands under
his shirt.
Mickey hisses. “The fuck Ian?”
“M’cold.” Ian pouts and gets impossibly closer.
Mickey huffs but wraps an arm around his bestfriend. Ian whispers a barely
audible “missed you” before claiming Mickey’s lips. They have gotten really
good at this kissing thing and it always gives Mickey this tingly sensation.
The first time he felt it he had flinched in surprise but now he relishes in it
and goes in for more. Ian moans and pulls back for breath then dives back in.
Ian loves kissing Mickey so much. He loves it more than he has ever loved
anything. He could kiss Mickey all day. His lips were nice and soft and Ian got
why all the movies always have kissing in them. It's the best part of
everything. Mickey pulls back but Ian whines and follows those full lips that
he loves so much. Mickey laughs into the kiss.
“I need to talk to you.”
“About what?” Ian asks even as he initiates another make out.
Mickey thinks tomorrow they're not going to school so they could discuss the
prom issue then. So he stops trying to pause the kissing. It's not like it's
working anyway. As if proving his point Ian groans and goes for Mickey's neck
for a few seconds before attaching their lips together again.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
Last week Mickey had followed Joey and Jamie into this abandoned building where
they do their shooting practice apparently. His two older brothers are so
defiant it's amusing. He supposed it makes sense because when terry died they
were already so much older so there’s a lot of him in them. But good thing is
they also listen to their mother. So, Mickey had discovered this place and
there were barely any people who came around here. He takes Ian to the roof of
it and they sit at the edge their legs dangling.
“Nice place to sit and look, if there were any nice views.” Ian states as he
takes a sip of the beer they’d brought with.
“Yeah. So that thing I wanted to talk to you about.”
Ian turns to face him giving him all his attention. “Yeah, what's up?”
“So, Clint approached me yesterday.”
“Clint the eighth grade bully? What did he want?”
“He umm.” Mickey takes a sip of his beer. “His sister needs a date to prom.”
Ian snickers. “Okay… so what does that have to do with you? He wants you to go
around the eighth grade asking guys 'who’s gonna take Kelci to prom'?” he
laughs.
Mickey stares at Ian unblinking, gauging his reaction. “She already has someone
in mind.”
Ian shrugs. He honestly doesn’t even know why they're talking about this right
now. “Okay…. you’re being really weird Mick.”
“It's you.”
Ian frowns. He then reaches for another beer and opens it. “You told him I
couldn’t, right?”
“And give what reason?”
Ian looks at Mickey incredulously. “That…” he stops. That what? He and Mickey
aren’t dating, they aren’t boyfriends, he… “That you think I'm gay!” He blurts
out. He then looks at Mickey, diverting from one eye to the other waiting to
see what he would say. He doesn’t say anything. Ian gets up. “Fu..Fuck. We make
out on a daily fucking basis Mickey, we jerk each other off. You… it's kind of
obvious!” he's starting to sweat.
Mickey gets up and walks towards him. He doesn’t know what he's thinking. Are
they gay? Is that what they are? Because he really likes Ian's touch and Ian is
of the male species so it would make sense that he might be gay. “Ian…”
“You really want me to go? To prom? With this girl?” Ian asks because this
makes no sense. He doesn’t want her or any other person he only wants Mickey.
He loves Mickey, always has. Why would Mickey ask him to do this?
No, Mickey doesn’t want that. But, who’s to tell what's gonna happen if Kelci
doesn’t get what she wants? Mickey will be beaten to a pulp, probably. But at
the same time, the idea of Ian going to prom with someone else, and it's not
even their prom… Mickey inhales deeply. “It's just prom. You will pick her up,
dance with her and before you know it, the night will be over.”
“You forgot kiss her, be seen with her, have everyone assume I'm dating Kelci
Davis.” Ian snaps. “You’re okay with that?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Mickey lies.
“What about us?” Ian asks coming closer to Mickey. “Huh?”
“What about us? We are just best friends who like to make each other feel good.
That doesn’t mean…”
Ian can't listen to this crap anymore. “I have to go.” He heads towards the
stairs.
“Ian!” Mickey calls but Ian ignores him. “FUCK!” he screams. He walks towards
the ledge, kicks the beers and watches them as they fall. What did he just do?
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
Prom is in a week and they don’t talk for the rest of those days. Ian avoids
Mickey like he's radioactive. We are just best friends who like to make each
other feel good Well, if that’s the case then Mickey can find someone else to
make him feel good. He goes as far as to switch seats with Allan who sits on
the other side of class. he can't be around Mickey because that sentence keeps
playing over and over in his head. And every time it does the more it hurts.
Ian knows they have never defined their relationship. But even though they were
not boyfriends Ian thought they were something anything. They were more than
just friends who like to make each other feel good! Ian dreads every day as
prom nears. Fiona on the other hand is excited that Ian will have his very
first girlfriend. Who even gets excited about that shit? She even dresses him
on prom night.
He goes through the works, dresses up meets Kelci at school, they take their
photo and head over to the school gym where the dance is taking place. Kelci’s
friends say hello and the word ‘boyfriend’ gets thrown around. Ian wants to
throw up.
“Want to dance?” Kelci asks him.
Ian nods, “Sure.”
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
This day sucks ass. Matter of fact the entire week has been horrible. He can't
believe Ian even switched seats. The nerve!
“You are glaring at the TV Mikhailo. Did it do something wrong?”
“Hey ma.” Mickey greets as his mom joins him on the couch.
“What's going on? are you alright?” he nods. “C’mon now, you know better than
to lie to me.” Silence. “Where is Ian?”
“Prom.” He spits.
“Aaah…” his mum leans back on the sofa.
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“You tell me. Why are you mad that Ian went to prom? Are you mad you didn’t get
to go?”
“No, I hate prom.” He mumbles.
“Then what?” Mickey shrugs. “Hmm, Mandy tells me the entire class is talking
about the Mickey and Ian fallout.”
“What?” he frowns at her. “What's that? She didn’t tell me about it.”
“Well, you two are practically attached at the hip. Of course people notice
when you’re not friends anymore.”
Mickey's heartbeat accelerates in fear. “You think Ian doesn’t want to be
friends with me anymore?” it would make sense. Ian had been ignoring him and
even went as far as to switch seats. He can't lose Ian. He can't…
“Hey, calm down baby, it's not what I said.” She looks at him as he worries his
lip. “Why are you upset? Is it because of who he took to prom?”
“Why would I be mad about that?” He is very mad about that even if it was his
idea. She shrugs. “We fought and now he won't talk to me.”
She pulls him into a hug. “Oh baby, I'm sure he’ll come around. He loves you
too much.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
“What’s wrong?” Kelci asks Ian as they sway to the slow song. “My brother
didn’t threaten you into being my date for prom, did he?”
Ian shakes his head. “No.”
Kelci looks at the floor. “But you didn’t want to come.”
Ian doesn’t like that look of disappointment on this beautiful face. None of
this was Kelci’s fault. “No, no it's not that. It's just that… you are a really
pretty girl Kelci Davis, and very popular.”
“You're very pretty and popular too.” She giggles.
Ian smiles at her. “I like someone else.” He adds uncertainly.
“Oh.” Kelci replies. “Is she pretty?”
“Yes, very.”
“Is she nice?”
“To me, mostly.” He smiles fondly thinking about Mickey.
Kelci smiles softly at him. “I have always liked you Ian Gallagher. But
obviously I should have approached you sooner.”
“Technically you set your brother on my best friend.”
She laughs. “I know I'm sorry, I just really like you, that’s all.” She takes a
breath. “But, this other girl, sounds like she really loves you.”
“How did you come to that conclusion?”
“Well, she's terrible to everybody else but you. Love.”
Ian laughs. “If you say so.”
“Is she going to be mad you came to prom with me?”
His face falls. “No.”
“Hmm… well, if she doesn’t want you I'm always here.” They laugh and then dance
in silence for a few minutes. “Thank Mickey for me. Even though I know he
wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t think he would get his ass beat.” Ian groans
and looks at the ceiling. “What?”
“I am so fucking stupid. I have to go.” He kisses her on the cheek. “Thanks for
a lovely time.”
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
Mickey decides, going to sleep is the only thing that will stop the hurt, and
the jealousy, and the thoughts that keep going round and round in his head.
What if Kelci turns out to be a slut and wants to have sex? She is fourteen
after all. Mickey would cry actual tears if Ian slept with that bitch. He
wouldn't lose his virginity to her, to a girl, would he? What were they doing
now? Were they dancing? Were they kissing? Where they looking for a condom?
There’s a knock and he startles. He slowly walks towards the door. “Who is it?”
“It's me.”
Mickey opens the door a little shocked to see Ian. “What happened to your
date?”
“It’s over.”
It feels so good to hear Ian's voice directed towards him. “This mean you're
done being mad at me?”
“No, I'm still upset but… Kelci made me realize you didn’t have a choice when
you made me go out with her.” Mickey raises a questioning eyebrow. “Clint,
kicking your ass.”
“Oh.” He runs a hand across his hair. “Okay.”
“But I'm still mad about what you said at the roof. Because we are more than
that and you know it.”
Mickey sighs deeply. “Yeah, I'm sorry.” He smiles when Ian walks towards him
and embraces him.
Ian hugs him tight and kisses his neck before inhaling deeply. “We should never
fight again. I hate being mad at you.”
“Me too." Mickey shuts his eyes. "You left me.”
Ian pulls back but holds his hands. “We are still in the same class.”
“Yeah, but you left me. And with that nerd Allan.”
“I'm sorry, I’ll never leave you again.” Ian pulls him towards his bedroom and
immediately kisses him as soon as the door is closed.
God, Mickey had missed this. He wraps his hands around Ian and pulls him even
closer. They both moan when their dicks rub against each other. If feels so
good so Ian grabs Mickey’s ass and does it again. They moan into the kiss and
they end up coming too fast because it's been a while since they got off. None
thinking about jerking of without the other.
They settle in for bed after taking off the soiled boxers. Ian switches off the
lights and joins Mickey who’s raising the sheet waiting for him to get under.
They’ve been quiet for a while and Ian thinks Mickey is asleep when he hears,
“So there’s no chance that Kelci’s a bitch?”
Ian smiles into the dark and holds Mickey's waist tighter. “No. she's very
nice. Why?”
“Nothing. I just really wanted to hate her.”
Chapter End Notes
     asante sana for reading!!!
***** Chapter 7 *****
Fourteen and Fifteen
__________________________
 
Mickey and Ian are alone in the Milkovich home. This means the only logical
thing to do would be to start making out on the couch. Ian wants to feel
Mickey's skin. He doesn’t want to caress him through his shirt so he takes it
off and Mickey lets him. He throws it on the floor then goes for Mickey's lips
again. Mickey sighs and goes for Ian's neck. Ian's hands are everywhere. His
back, his chest, his hair, and it all feels fucking amazing.
He finds himself biting hard on Ian's neck.
“Ow!”
Ian shouts but Mickey doesn’t give him a chance to say anything and instead
pulls him back in for another kiss. “Fucking vampire.” Ian mumbles into the
kiss.
Mickey pulls back to laugh. He runs a hand through Ian's hair. It's been more
than a year of doing this and Ian still affects him in the best way. “Do you
think we’re ever gonna get tired of doing this?”
Ian smiles and guides Mickey into lying down on the couch so he hovers on top
of him. “No, not if it keeps feeling this good.” He punctuates by grinding
their clothed hard ons together and Mickey gives a high pitched moan.
Ian starts to laugh. “You sound like a girl.”
Mickey shuts his eyes. “Fuck off I do not.” Ian chuckles some more and then
stops. Mickey opens his eyes to find Ian looking at him unblinking. “What?”
Ian caresses his cheek and pecks him. “Want you to be my first.”
“Wha...what?”
“Not now. Not today. but, when we’re you know… ready.”
Mickey nods in understanding and squeezes Ian's arms. “Yeah, me too.” He pulls
Ian down for another kiss. “Me too.”
They resume the kissing when they hear someone fumbling with their keys. Ian
jumps off Mickey quickly at the same time Mickey pushes him off to get to his
T-Shirt.
“Jamie, hi!” Mickey greets breathlessly.
“The fuck’s wrong with him?” Jamie points at Ian who is writhing on the floor.
Mickey is by his side in a heart beat. “Ian, you okay?” Ian contorts his face
in pain and points at his back. “Holy shit!”
“What?” Ian groans and tries to see what Mickey is looking at.
“It's not that deep in but it's… shit. Will pull it out on the count of five,
okay?”
“Why five though? It's so high up why not thrrrrrr MOTHERFUCKER!”
“There. Let me get the first aid kit.” Mickey gives him the fork that was
digging into his back then gets up and finds Jamie already left.
….
Mickey dabs on Ian's little wound –which is more like a scratch really- and Ian
keeps wincing every time. “Would you stop? I can't help you if you keep
wiggling like that.”
“Yeah well, you're the one who left the fork on the floor in the first place
so…” Mickey mimes Ian's words behind him because he can't see him.
“Jamie already left so you got hurt for nothing. You know, fork damage looks
like a vampire bite.”
Ian laughs. “You're the only vampire here.” he sits back on the couch once
Mickey's done. “What do you think would happen if they found out?”
“About us?”
“Yeah.”
“What would your family do?” Mickey asks instead. Ever since his mum gave the
lecture about how being gay is okay, he knows he can tell her anytime. But
what's there to tell right now? They're not even dating or whatever. Not that
he hasn’t envisioned Ian as his boyfriend at one point or another.
“They’d be surprised. Probably. But that’s it.”
Silence.
“So umm…” Ian starts. “People in class have been coupling up. Have you
noticed?”
“Not really no.”
“Well, they have. And I wanted to ask what will you do if someone approaches
you and asks you to be their boyfriend?”
Mickey smiles at Ian. “Someone like Sapphire?”
Ian glares at him. “You know what? yes, someone like Sapphire.”
Mickey knows exactly what Ian is asking but he's enjoying riling him up. “I
want nothing to do with Sapphire.”
“That is not…” Ian bites his lip. Disappointed. “Never mind.” He gets up, goes
into the kitchen and starts looking through the fridge.
Mickey closes the fridge and turns Ian by the waist so he can look at him.
“What do you want? Huh?” he asks gently. Ian doesn’t say anything but keeps
looking at Mickey shyly. “Talk to me.”
Just then the living room door bursts open. “Hello assholes. Mandy's home!”
They pull away but give each other lingering looks.
“Mickey! Ian! I know you're in here!”
“In the kitchen!” Ian yells and goes to meet her in the living room.
“You know Shelby, I believe.” Ian and Mickey both nod. “A few more people are
on their way so Mick, behave.” She puts her bag on the floor and pulls out
several bottles of whiskey.
“How were you able to buy alcohol Mandy?” Ian asks.
“It's almost the end of the year which means, soon, we will be freshmen in high
school!” say it with me Shelby. “Freshmen in high school!” they both chorus.
“Are you fucking high already? And what does that have to do with Ian's
question?” Mickey snaps even as he goes closer to the table.
“Well, Joey was kind enough to do this for me.”
“What about mama?”
“Not coming home.” Mandy responds with a pleased smile.
“Hmm…” Ian takes her hand and twirls her. “You've got everything figured out,
don’t you?”
“That I do. Oh, and Mickey, Sapphire’s coming too.” She winks at him and both
she and Ian laugh when Mickey flips her off.
 
~0~0~0~0~0~
 
“SPIN THE BOTTLE! SPIN THE BOTTLE!” a tipsy Mandy shouts over the loud music
and Mickey groans.
People clear the middle of the room and start sitting in a circle. “Don’t you
dare!” Mickey grabs Ian roughly by the hand and holds him back.
Ian smiles at him with his eyes glazed over. “C’mon Mick, it's fun. What's
wrong with fun?” he pulls his hand away and sits between Logan and Gavin.
Mickey is having none of that. He has never played this game before but he know
it entails someone kissing Ian at some point. Only he is supposed to kiss Ian.
He stands up and sits between Ian and Logan.
“Surprised to see you join us Mickey.” Logan tells him but Mickey just nods in
acknowledgement. Ian on the other hand smiles widely at him.
“Five boys, six girls.” Mandy counts. “We are uneven but we will make it work.
There is only one rule, you can't say pass. As for Dean and Sapphire, I know
you're dating, but you can't interrupt each other’s dares.”
“Got it.” Dean replies.
“I'll start.”
She spins the bottle and it lands on Avery. “Avery, truth or dare.”
“Truth.”
“Boring. Give the names of two boys who you think are the cutest in class.”
“Uuuuuuh.” It's a chorus.
“Okay, I think Gordon is really cute. And…”
“And what?” Mandy asks impatiently. Avery doesn’t say it out loud but she
whispers it in Mandy's ear. Everyone looks at them curious to know who the
other boy is. Mandy rolls her eyes and announces in a really bored voice. “She
thinks that my brother has nice eyes. Moving on.”
Mickey glances at Ian and he's pretty sure his best friend doesn’t know he's
glaring at her. Avery spins the bottle and it lands on Ian.
“Ian, truth or dare.”
“Truth.” Mandy groans from where she's seated.
“Tell us, who gave you that hickey.” She points at Ian's neck and he touches
his neck on instinct. He had completely forgotten about where Mickey bit him.
“Umm… she's not in our class.”
“Congrats dude. Is it Kelci? Everyone knows you took her to prom last year.
You're banging a freshman? Good for you dude.” Logan turns to Mickey. “You're
his best friend. You have to know.”
Mickey shakes his head and shrugs innocently. “He didn’t tell me.”
“Okay, that’s enough, my turn.” Ian announces and reaches for the bottle.
The game continues to intensify when people continue to drink and get bolder.
The kissing starts but Mickey still has a smile on his face because neither he
or Ian have been told to kiss anybody yet. So it's all good. Until the bottle
lands on him.
“Dare or dare?” Sandy, the girl seated next to Mandy asks him. he must not have
been paying attention because,
“What the fuck happened to truth?”
“It's just dare now. I dare you, to kiss the person on your right for fifteen
seconds.”
Mickey exhales and turns to Ian. He is nervous and worried but he finds Ian
looking at him with a shit eating grin on his face. So Mickey relaxes. “You
sure?” he asks Ian quietly who nods.
He turns so he's facing Ian. At first it's just a touch of the lips. then
everyone starts counting so they keep going. Ian's kisses always feel so good.
He's surprised that doing this in front of other people takes nothing away. He
however has to work extra hard so as not to moan. Especially when Ian puts his
tongue in his mouth and licks behind his teeth like he knows Mickey likes.
Ian pulls away and Mickey feels almost disappointed. But then there is clapping
and shouting of fifteen and he remembers they're in public. Ian winks at him
and he can feel that stupid feeling that goes through his stomach. His lips are
still tingling and he’s trying not to touch them like some girl. Mandy has to
hit him to remind him it's his turn to spin. It lands on Ian.
No way he's asking Ian to kiss anyone. “Ian, I dare you to tell us the truth,
about whether or not you kissed Kelci on prom night.”
“Really Mick? Really?” Mandy asks as some laugh and others wait for Ian's
answer.
Ian looks straight at Mickey with a frown. “No, I did not kiss her.”
Mickey feels like there’s a bite to that answer. But Ian is smiling in no time
and giving the next person their dare so he cannot be sure.
When Sapphire is asked to kiss Mickey Mandy claps excitedly while Ian pretends
to be studying his nails so he doesn’t have to look. Mickey does the same when
Ian is asked to kiss Baron. But when Avery is asked to kiss Mickey however, Ian
gets downright upset.
They only reason they even asked her to do that is because she thinks Mickey
has nice eyes. She clearly wants Mickey and it pisses Ian off to see them kiss.
It's official, he hates her. And he never wants her anywhere near Mickey after
tonight.
“Enough! That’s fifteen. No going over the time limit.” He shouts and pulls
Avery away from Mickey.
For the rest of the game Ian's mood is ruined and he ends up leaving the party.
He says goodnight to Mandy and walks out. Mickey is right on his heels.
“Where are you going? It's late.’’
“Home.”
“Come on Ian, it's just a game. It was your idea!” Mickey defends.
“What was that back there? You didn’t even try to stop her when she tried going
over the time limit. Why? Is she better than me? Did you like her kiss better?”
Ian is all up in his face now daring him to look away.
“What? no. No one is better than you Ian. Come on let’s go back in.”
“She likes you Mickey. I ban you from ever going near her or talking to her.
Ever.”
“You cannot just ban me from talking to a classmate Ian.”
“Yes I can. And what was with you asking me if I kissed Kelci at the dance, you
thought I lied?” Mickey averts his eyes. “Look at me!”
“Fuck, fine. I'm sorry. I should have believed you. It just really bothered me
is all. And then they brought it up in there…”
“Then you know how I feel. Promise me you’ll stay away from Avery.”
“Why?” Mickey challenges.
“Why? Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Say I go back in there and tell her 'Ian banned me from ever talking to
you ever again'. It really doesn’t make sense that my best friend would want
something like that from me.”
“What are you saying?” Ian's chest is heaving from anger and frustration that
he's not getting what he wants right now.
“I'm saying that my best friend can't ask me that.”
“Fine!” Ian storms away.
“I'm not finished!”
He stops reluctantly but doesn’t turn around to look at Mickey. he feels
Mickey's breath behind his ear and his own hitches. “My best friend can't, my
boyfriend on the other hand…”
Ian turns around his eyes wide. “What?!”
“Isn’t that what this is about?”
“I… I mean, we already act like boyfriends anyway so…”
“So? Do you want us to be or not?”
“I do!” he cups Mickey's cheeks and kisses him. “I do! I do! I do! I do!” he
kisses him some more. “Fuck, yes!”
Mickey laughs and pulls him into a hug. “You are a fucking menace when you are
jealous, you know that?”
“I don’t care, I just want to kiss my boyfriend.”
 
~0~0~0~0~0
 
Latter when everyone is passed out and Ian and Mickey are settled in Mickey's
bed, Ian takes his best friend’s turned boyfriend’s hand and intertwines their
fingers. “Still can't believe it.” Mickey smiles and kisses him. “Are we
telling anyone?”
“Not yet. I mean, not that I don’t want us to, it's just that, we haven’t even
told our families yet.”
“I guess.”
….
“I have a confession to make.” Ian says as he moves even closer to Mickey.
“What’s that?”
“I only made us play so I could kiss you in front of everyone.”
“Sneaky asshole. Well, I only stayed so you wouldn’t kiss anybody else.”
“That worked out terribly.”
They both chuckle softly trying to keep it down. “I'm so happy.” Ian caresses
his cheek. “You make me happy.” he whispers.
Mickey feels like he can't breathe. “You make me happy too. So fucking much."
Beat. "When you’re not kissing Baron that is.”
“Shut up and kiss your boyfriend.”
***** Chapter 8 *****
Fifteen and Sixteen
_____________________
 
Mickey lays on his bed hands behind his head as he watches his boyfriend do
pull ups with the rail of his door. It's something Ian had gotten into lately.
If he wasn’t jogging he was doing sit ups and pull ups and all kind of ups.
Mickey knew it was only a matter of time before all the exercises started
paying off. He was honestly conflicted about how he felt about that.
“Aye.”
Ian lets go of the rail and gives Mickey that big sweet smile he usually does.
“What's up babe.”
“Do not call me that.” Mickey warns but it's met with a smirk. He doesn’t even
know why he bothers it's not like Ian listens to him. “What's with all the pull
ups lately.”
Ian shrugs. “Nothing. I just wanna be fit.”
“Yeah? Who are you trying to impress?”
Ian smiles at him knowingly and Mickey doesn’t like it as Ian walks slowly
towards him. “What's wrong, huh? Are you afraid other guys are gonna start
noticing my buff body, and my… my six Pac?”
That’s exactly what Mickey is afraid off. Especially since their first day of
high school is tomorrow. “Please,” Mickey scoffs even as he wraps his legs
around Ian's waist. “you’re as skinny as they come.”
Ian laughs and gives him a quick peck then gets off him. “Good, then you
shouldn’t be worried.” He says then latches onto the rail again and continues
with the pull ups. “Besides, need to fill out a little bit if I'm gonna join
the football team, right?”
Mickey watches him for a few more minutes then walks towards him. He waits for
every time Ian lifts himself up and his t-shirt exposes his stomach then kisses
him. He does it again and again till Ian starts laughing.
“Stop that, it's ticklish.”
Mickey doesn’t but instead bites gently on Ian’s crotch.
“What the hell Mick!” Ian drops and pushes Mickey back. “What are you doing,
huh?” he keeps pushing Mickey until he's on the bed.
“What? Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
Ian pauses on top of Mickey and puts a hand inside his pants in thought. “Hmm,
yeah I have but… we’ve never really talked about it, you know?”
“I know.” Mickey replies and hisses when Ian licks his hand and puts it back
inside his pants.
“You want me to do it to you?” Ian asks but doesn’t wait for an answer.
He kisses Mickey hard and gives his neck the same attention while slowly
massaging his now fully hard dick. He directs Mickey to take off his t-shirt so
he doesn’t let go off his dick. As soon as the shirt is off he immediately
attacks the left nipple. With Ian's hand in his dick and his lips on his nipple
Mickey is a moaning mess at this point.
“Fuck Ian. So good.”
Ian looks at Mickey whose eyes are fully closed as he painfully bites on his
lower lip. He takes off his sweats swiftly and goes lower so his face is level
with his boyfriend’s hardness. He blows on it for some reason and Mickey moans
louder and thrusts up. Ian chuckles lightly before sucking on the tip gently.
“Ian, not gonna last.”
Ian doesn’t really know what he's doing, he's just going by the definition of
sucking dick but Mickey seems to like it. He takes more of Mickey's dick in his
mouth and Mickey is speaking jargon at this point. He bobs his head faster and
faster repeatedly, taking Mickey's length deeper and deeper with every bob of
his head. Before he knows it Mickey brackets him with his knees such that Ian
can't move as he comes inside his mouth. Ian lets Mickey’s cum spill slowly out
of his mouth. He's gonna need some time to get used to the taste.
Mickey on the other hand doesn’t even seem to realize he's rendered Ian
immobile. He's still panting and chanting fuck. Ian waits him out.
It’s a few minutes before Mickey finally lets him go. “Fuck, that was awesome
Ian. Jesus.”
Ian licks his lips. “Thanks for the warning asshole.”
“I'm sorry, c’mere.” Mickey pulls Ian down and pulls him into a kiss.
He weirdly likes tasting himself on Ian's tongue. He can't wait to return the
favor and watch Ian fall apart too. Ian moans and starts grinding on Mickey's
thigh. Mickey tries to pull back from the kiss so he can offer to blow him too
but Ian doesn’t want to stop the kiss and instead continues to hump on Mickey's
leg. He does it a few more times and Mickey knows he’s come from the
shuddering.
“Mmm… sorry, I was already there, couldn’t stop.” Mickey chuckles and pulls him
closer.
“You were such a teenager just now.”
“Shut up.” Ian says before lying on Mickey's shoulder and starts dozing off.
Mickey caresses his face and his bangs and traces his freckles. He cannot
believe just how much he feels for this boy. Even at sixteen years old Mickey
already knows he's never gonna feel this for anybody else.
 
~0~0~0~0~0
 
First day of high school Ian and Mickey get there early so they can pick the
seats they like.
“You’ll protect me from bullies, right?” Ian leans on his desk with his elbow
and faces Mickey as students settle in.
Mickey smirks at him. “Why are you assuming you will be bullied?”
“Look at me.” Mickey doesn’t know what he's looking at. Ian is perfect. “I got
a thousand freckles and I'm skinny, you said so yourself.”
Mickey looks at Ian's neck and frowns. “You bruise too easily.” Ian doesn’t let
up but instead continues to look at him quizzically. Mickey rolls his eyes.
“You’re fine.” He cranes his neck to look behind the class. “Allan and his
fellow nerds are the ones who should be worried.”
“But just in case.” Ian insists.
Mickey sighs and squeezes his thigh. “Of course I got you. I always got you.”
He watches as Ian exhales in relief and wonders in what world Ian thinks Mickey
would let anyone touch him.
Some guy comes and sits on one of the desks behind them. “Milkovich, I'm
Dillon. We should be friends.”
Mickey looks behind him with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t do friends.”
“Except for freckles over here, yeah I heard.”
Mickey feels Ian stiffen from the nick name and he snaps at the guy. “The fuck
do you want Darren?”
“Dillon. Look, hear me out. Word is you're a bad body, and you don’t take shit
from nobody. I think we need to stick together.”
“Sounds like you need Mickey more than he needs you.”
“Shut up red, I'm not talking to you.”
Mickey grabs Dillon by his collar and slums his face on his desk. “His name is
Ian and you will treat him with respect. You hear me?”
“Settle down everybody! Settle down! You can call me Mr. Wilson. I'm going to
be your teacher. For most of your classes anyway. Can I have silence please?”
Mickey lets go of Dillon and Ian smiles at him. “Told you.” Mickey says and Ian
nods happily.
“Look,” Dillon whispers. “I got connections. Whatever you need just halla. I
got you.”
Mickey doesn’t reply but instead both he and Ian face ahead and pay attention
to the teacher.
 
~0~0~0~0~0
 
Ian and Mandy are smoking by the bleachers as they watch football practice
waiting for tryouts to start. Mandy is looking for someone to masturbate to
apparently.
“Why not just approach them and have them fuck you. Why you gotta take care of
things by yourself?”
“Because football players are jerks.”
“I heard you're not a virgin anymore.”
Mandy turns to face him. “Who from?”
“Who’d you sleep with?” Mandy splutters a few times and Ian looks at her
incredulously. “You’ve fucked more than one guy? Mandy Jesus, you're fifteen!”
Mandy blows smoke in his face. “Careful or you might be labeled a slut. Or, the
name will work in your favor and you can go through the entire football team
easier.” He laughs.
“Fuck off. Just don’t tell Mickey.”
“I wouldn’t. I don’t want some innocent guy getting their ass kicked.”
“Why are you joining the football team anyway? You’ll become a jerk just like
them.”
Ian smiles and choke-hugs her. “I promise not to ignore you when I’m the
captain.” He laughs again.
“Keep laughing. You were popular in junior high, you know you will be popular
here too.”
Ian grunts in reply and his eyes automatically go to where Mickey is seating
with four more boys including Dillon. “What do you have to say about that?” he
points at them and Mandy follows his direction.
“Those are fellow criminals. They are worse than Mickey of course because some
have even been to juvie and shit, but they look up to Mickey.”
“Because he's a Milkovich?”
“That, and because he can be a bully when he wants to be.”
“Mickey has never been a bully.”
“Please.” Then she seems to realize something. “Of course you don’t know. He
did the things he did for you.”
“What are you talking about? I have never asked Mickey to bully anyone.”
Mandy looks at him and gives him a soft smile. Ian doesn’t like it. “You didn’t
have to.”
 
~0~0~0~0~0
 
Mickey walks away from Dillon and the other guys and heads for tryouts to
support Ian. He's almost there when foreign boobs block his way. He stops and
looks up at the blond girl standing in front of him.
“Can I help you?”
“Remember me?”
“No, should I?” Mickey asks impatiently. He can't miss Ian's tryouts.
“I remember you.”
“Congrats. Can I pass please?”
“The name is Leslie, go think about that. Piece of advice, watch out.”
“The fuck does that mean?” Mickey asks but the blond bitch has already walked
away. “People are so fucking weird.” He mumbles to himself.
Where does some girl come off threatening him? Mickey is a virgin, and even if
he wasn’t he's gay so he's pretty sure he didn’t fuck some chick and then fail
to call her the next day. So this Leslie is clearly mistaken.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Mickey and Mandy sit nervously by the bleachers when its just one more player
before the coach calls on Ian.
"You think he's ready?" Mandy asks him.
"Hope so. Otherwise he's gonna get hurt. That guy isn't playing." He points at
the big guy tackling players. Anyone holding the ball so far has gone down
hard. Mickey rubs his thighs anxiously. "But he's been running a lot lately so
maybe that'll help."
"Mmm... But he's so small. What positions can he play?"
"There's the kicker, but I don't think that's what he wants, and then...."
"What does a kicker do?"
Mickey turns to look at his sister with a glare. "He kicks Mandy."
"Oh, yeah. Of course sorry."
"And then there's the receiver." He stops when the coach calls out for the next
person.
Instead of waiting for the coach to position him Ian starts talking to the
coach and the coach directs him where he should position himself at the
backfield.
The siblings look on nervously as the ball gets thrown around and soon the
quarterback gets a hold of it and immediately throws it to Ian. Ian doesn't
even skip a beat and runs with it as soon as he's gotten a hold of the ball.
Mickey automatically stands up and chews on his thumb holding his breath.
Mandy is beside him clapping and shouting but Ian the fast little fuck he is
maneuvers himself between the players and even manages to dogde the big
defender guy who's been dropping everybody else.
Ian does this three more times scoring a touchdown each time. The coach pats
him on the back and Mickey already knows his boyfriend made it. The coach won't
reveal the results today but Ian is definitely in. With his height and his
light weight the receiver is the perfect position for him and Mickey just knows
Ian will nail it.
They sit back down when the next person to try out gets called on.
"So you're not worried because your best friend is now a football player?"
"Demmit I could use a smoke." Mickey leans back and smiles at Ian who salutes
him from the distance. "Why would I be?"
"He's gonna get popular, get new friends... could forget about us. You."
Mickey's heart skips a beat at the insinuation, but not because he's worried.
He knows Ian would never do that to him. He reacts because the idea itself
would destroy him a little bit if it were to ever happen. But it's not gonna
happen so it's all good.
"'M not worried." He says in finality and they sit there waiting for Ian to be
released.
 
~0~0~0~0~0
 
As they're walking home Mickey sees that Leslie girl again and she gives him
the nasty eye right before smirking at him in a way that he doesn't like, at
all. Ian and Mandy are talking and laughing excited about the tryouts so he
doesn't bring her up.
She's probably not a big deal anyway.
"Mick!" Ian calls and Mickey looks at him quickly.
"Yeah?"
Ian stops and frowns at him. "You alright? Called you like three times."
Mickey shrugs and fakes a chuckle for good measure. "Yeah. I'm cool. What are
we talking about?"
Unfortunately Ian knows him too well. "No, something's up."
"He's just worried you'll drop him as soon as the other football players engulf
you into their fold." Mandy sing songs.
Ian looks at Mickey with disbelief. "What? That's the craziest most stupid-iest
thing i've ever heard!" He smiles at Mickey and throws his hand around his
neck. "I would never!" Ian then whispers in Mickey's ear. "I love you."
Mickey shivers from the confession and even though he wasn't worried about that
and he's mad Mandy opened her big mouth, hearing Ian say that feels good.
"So my place tonight, right?"
Ian wishes Mandy weren't here so he could kiss his boyfriend but he can wait.
Mickey smirks at him his blue eyes sparkling. "'Course."
"Ugh." Mandy groans. "If you're not careful girls are gonna distance themselves
from you two. I swear to God sometimes you're like a God demn couple. I'm
getting such a gay vibe right now." She continues talking as they walk and
shaking her head at what she's describing as their weird behavior.
Ian and Mickey just keep looking at each other and laughing. If she only knew
how spot on she is.
 
~0~0~0~0~0
 
"Think maybe we should tell her?" Ian asks Mickey as they brush their teeth at
the Gallagher house before bed.
"What?"
"Mandy. Should we tell her?" Mickey shrugs. "I mean, she's practically our best
friend and its not like she's gonna get mad." He looks at Mickey through the
mirror. "I mean, why keep it from her?"
"Do it if you want." Mickey replies.
"That's okay?"
"Yeah. She's my sister man. Not like I enjoy keeping shit from her. Besides,
won't she just get mad if she finds out any other way?"
They get in Ian's twin bed wearing t-shirts and sweat pants. Back at Mickey's
its where they sleep naked or half naked because he has his own room. But here
they sleep fully dressed. They had stayed up late so everyone else is already
asleep.
Ian caresses Mickey's cheek who attempts to bite his hand. The lights are off
but the moon is shining through the blinds so they can still see each other.
"I was talking to Mandy today." He starts softly so as not wake anybody.
"What about?"
"She told me that, back in junior high you used to be a bully?"
Mickey loves his sister but sometimes he wants to sufforcate her with her own
pillow. "Didn't do it often. Just when I needed to."
"Because of me." Ian states.
"Not always."
"But most of the time?"
Mickey tries to look away but Ian holds him still."Yes." He lets out
reluctantly.
They stay silent for a few minutes and Mickey wonders what Ian could be
thinking. "Give me an example."
Mickey sighs. "When Trent wanted to take your presidency away from you."
"You beat him up!" Ian asks loudly and Mickey shushes him.
"No, I didn't." He sighs again. "I threatened Allan." Ian doesn't say anything
but instead blinks at Mickey and he begins to get worried that Ian will get mad
at him. He decides to explain himself. "You were so sad, and I hated seeing you
like that. Refused to get out from under the bed. I never want to see you sad
Ian, please don't be mad at me."
"I'm not." Mickey exhales. "I would never be mad at you for having my back."
Ian comes closer so they're chest to chest. He wraps his hand around Mickey and
pulls him impossibly closer. "I'd do anything for you too Mick. Anything."
Mickey grabs Ian's neck and they start to make out. Ian trails his hand lower
and grabs Mickey's ass so their crotches touch. They keep kissing lazily and
sighing contentedly into each other's mouths. Ian puts a hand inside Mickeys's
sweats and squeezes one of his cheeks. He smiles when a soft moan escapes
Mickey's lips.
He then pulls Mickey's cheeks apart and runs a dry finger across his crack.
Mickey moans louder and Ian shushes him.
"Been doing that a lot lately." Mickey whispers.
"You complaining?"
"No. Do it."
Ian smiles and brings his hand up. He sucks on his fore finger then puts it
inside Mickey this time. Mickey hisses and pulls Ian closer by the neck so he's
laying his head on Mickey's shoulder. Ian continues to pull his finger in and
out slowly and Mickey tries his level best to stay as quiet as he can.
Ian starts kissing his neck and putting his finger deeper. He has been rubbing
Mickey's hole for a while now, but this is the first time he's put a finger
inside. But Mickey seems to be enjoying himself so he's gonna be doing it more
often. He wiggels his finger inside and Mickey gasps.
"Do that again." Ian does as told and rubs that same place again. "Shit."
 
 
~0~0~0~0~0
 
 
A week later their first lesson is Chemistry so they are in the lab.
"You want me to try the finger thing on you too?" Mickey asks. Ian blushes and
looks around them. "No one heard us you paranoid freak." Mickey laughs.
Ever since that night Ian touched that thing inside him that felt so good
they've been doing it every night this week. Mickey comes every time so he
knows that Ian would enjoy it too, for sure.
"So?"
Ian is about to reply when Dillon comes and leans on their table. He does that
bro hug thing with Mickey and then turns to Ian. "Sup?" Ian just nods in reply.
Dillon turns to Mickey. "So umm, me and they guys wanna share a blunt before
Wesley comes in. You in?"
"Yeah." Mickey starts to get up. Ian grabs his arm. "I'll be back." Mickey
assures and Ian lets him go.
He wants to point out they're going to smoke so they might get high and
probably miss class, but Mickey is grown so he just watches them go.
They don't show up for that lesson. Or the English class after that.
Ian is beginning to hate Dillon more and more everyday.
 
~0~0~0~0~0
 
A blond girl passes by the table Mandy and Ian are seated at during lunch and
winks at him.
"You know her?" Mandy asks him.
Ian looks after her confused. "No."
Mandy hums. "Must be football player charm already taking effect." Ian uses his
fork to throw some of the cafeteria goo at her. "Asshole!" The rest of the
people at the table snicker. "Where's my idiot brother anyway?"
Ian sneers. "Probably with that Dillon asshole."
"Yeah. He's definitely a bad seed."
Clint who Ian recognizes as Kelci's brother the girl he took to that dance back
in junior high walks towards their table. Dude is scary as fuck. Reminds Ian of
Joey and Tony Mickey's brothers. He slums the table with his hands and looks
right at Ian.
"Yo," he starts and Ian flinches back because of his breath. "Tell your boy
he's okay in my book."
Ian covers his nose subtly and Mandy snorts. "What did he do?"
"Hooked us up." He points to a table at the back then pats Ian hard on the
back. "So tell him thanks, I owe him one." Right before walking away.
"Jeeesus." Ian breathes out once Clint's gone.
Mandy laughs. "What is it? Garlic?"
"No. Alcohol. Fuck. It's like in the middle of the fucking day."
"And he says Mickey hooked him up?"
"Oh God," Ian groans and gets up. This cannot be good.
He heads straight to the field and checks under the bleachers. Sure enough
Dillon and his other three friends are right there drinking. Two of them are
passed out and so is Mickey. Ian's anger is instantaneous.
He pushes at Dillon's shoulder who sways back but sits back up. "You've ruined
your life, I get that. But you're not bringing him down with you, do you
understand me?"
"Chillax red. It's just a few drinks." Dillon tries to calm Ian. He reaches for
his hand.
"Touch me and I swear to God I'll break those fingers." Ian looks around at the
scattered whiskey and vodka bottles. "How did you even get this? No one here is
of age."
Dillon shrugs nonchalantly. "We hit up a liquor store. 'Twas no big deal."
Ian is so shocked he doesn't even know what to say. He pushes Dillion one last
time, harder this time and then reaches for his boyfriend and sits him up. He
then puts Mickey's hand over his shoulder and an arm around his waist.
"C'mon Mick, let's go."
Mickey groans but starts walking. Ian immediately gets him off of school
grounds before he gets in trouble. He takes him to the Gallagher house because
if Mickey's mom sees him like this he's dead.
 
~0~0~0~0~0
 
Mickey doesn't wake up until the next morning. He struggles to open his eyes
and sees he's in Ian's room. He lifts his head and immediately lays back down.
"Fuck that hurt."
"Serves you right. Here." Ian gives him an Advil. He then hands him a glass of
water roughly and half of it pours on his lap.
He takes the pills and downs the rest of the water. "I take it your mad?"
"Demn right I'm mad. You robbed a liquor store? Are you insane?"
"We were careful."
"That is not the fucking point!" Ian yells and Mickey immediately grabs onto
his head.
"Can we please do this another time?"
"Do you have any idea what you've done?" Ian asks looking straight at Mickey.
Mickey becomes more alert from the look on Ian's face. "What?"
Ian shakes his head and stands up. He picks up his bag and phone.
"What did I do Ian?"
"There's coffee downstairs." He looks at Mickey's hands. "I have no clue how
you will explain those to your mom. But I am so mad at you right now, I don't
even have the strength to feel sorry for you." With that he walks away. "I am
going to school. I will make up a reason for why you've missed school two days
in a row."
Mickey looks at the palms of his hands. He doesn't see anything so he turns
them over. "Holy shit."
And now that he's aware that's when the pain kicks in.
"Holy fucking shit I'm dead."
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
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Ian is in a bad mood for the entire morning. And afternoon. He is worried about
his boyfriend. Mickey has to stop hanging out with Dillon. Dude is only sixteen
and he's been to juvie twice. He is not good for Mickey. But at the same time
Ian can't just come out and tell Mickey who to and not to hang out with. He
does not want to be a controlling boyfriend.
Then again if he doesn’t do it Mickey might end up in juvie too and Ian will be
damned before he lets that happen. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head
so he can pay attention to… which subject is this? Ian turns his textbook to
check the cover. History.
Right.
Ian can't even concentrate until he's sure that Mickey is and will be okay.
What is he going to do?
The bell rings and Ian immediately shoots up and runs out of class. It’s the
last class of the day so he needs to get home and see his boyfriend. They need
to talk about what they're going to do about those FUCK U-UP tattoos. Mama
Milkovich is very strict about the cursing and Mickey is his drunken state went
and got them permanently imprinted on his fingers. Of all the places… Ian sighs
and leans his forehead on his locker.
This is not good for his blood pressure. Not that he's ever had a problem with
that before but still.
“Yo Ian.”
Ian grits his teeth and turns around. “You're the last person I want to see
right now Dillon. Just fuck off, please.”
“Look, I'm sorry, a’ight? I didn’t mean…”
Ian turns around angrily. “Didn’t mean to what, get him high? Make him miss
classes? Make him rob a fucking store? Distribute alcohol in school during
school fucking hours?” Ian growls. “ Which one of all those things didn't you
mean, huh?”
“Hey, calm down red. Mickey is a grown man. He made these decisions on his
own.”
Ian is relatively smaller than Dillon, but it doesn’t matter because right now
he is being fuelled by anger. He drops his books and grabs Dillon by his shirt.
He throws him against the closest locker and his head bounces off it.
“Stay the fuck away from Mickey!”
“Break it up Gallagher!” a teacher shouts but Ian doesn’t let up. “I said break
it up. Unless you want to spend the rest of your school year in detention.”
Ian lets go of Dillon and steps back. The teacher walks away and the rest of
the students start to disperse. Ian hadn’t even noticed they had gathered a
crowd. He gives Dillon one last glare then walks away. He walks out of school
hurriedly but as soon as he's out of school grounds someone stops him.
“Ian Gallagher, i'll be damned.”
Ian stops and turns around with a smile. “Do I know you?”
“My, how you’ve changed.” The blond girl who winked at him and is in some of
his classes grins at him. “Still got the freckles though. I always liked them
on ya.”
“I…” Ian needs to get home. “Should I know you?”
“Well yes. We were friends in elementary right before your asshole best friend
cut off my ponytail.”
Ian laughs and grabs his stomach. “Holy fucking shit, Leslie?”
“The one and only.”
“Wow. You’ve grown. Puberty has been good to you.”
She flips her hair. “Thank you Ian. I always liked you.”
“Umm… okay. Can we catch up tomorrow? I kind of have to be somewhere.” He
starts to walk away but she says something that stops him in his tracks.
“I have it on good authority that Mickey had something to do with most of the
sophomores and third year students being drunk yesterday.”
“What?”
“U-huh.” She replies and crosses her arms.
“I also have someone who is ready to come forward and tell the principle. If I
ask him to. Like you said, puberty’s been good to me.”
Ian sucks on his teeth and walks towards her. “That’s a real shame Leslie. And
here I was thinking you and I could be friends.”
“Not as long as you remain friends with Mickey, no.”
Ian chuckles bitterly. “He was a kid. We all were. You need to get over it.”
“Get over it? I loved that freaking ponytail! I cried for a month! Mickey made
me transfer schools, so no, I will not get over it." she breathes "Not until I
get my revenge.”
“And what is this revenge exactly?”
“The principle finding out about this will either get him expelled or
suspended. I don’t care really. Any works for me.” She shrugs.
“What do you want.”
“Why would I want anything from you?”
“Bullshit. You didn’t have to come to me. Could’ve gone straight to the
principle but you came to me. Why?”
She inspects her nails. “Mickey has quite the reputation. I could use him.”
Ian scoffs. “Use him for what?”
“Just tell him to find me when he gets back.” She says and walks away before
Ian can say anything else.
Ian stands there confused looking after her as she walks away. What exactly
does the bitch want? Blackmail, great. Another thing to blame on Dillon.
“Why were you talking to Regina George?”
“Who? No. that’s Leslie.”
Mandy rolls her eyes. “Regina George? Mean girls?”
“I have no idea what that means.”
Mandy huffs and takes his hand so they start walking home. “You and Mickey are
always so oblivious. She's a mean girl. And a bitch. You would do good to stay
clear of her.”
Ian agrees but doesn’t say anything. He says goodbye to Mandy and he heads
straight to his bedroom. He finds Mickey playing with his phone. He drops his
bag on the desk and toes his shoes off.
“Where’s everybody else?” he asks as he avoids Mickey's eyes and takes off his
checked shirt.
“Vee came over dragged everyone over there for an impromptu party or some
shit.”
“You didn’t want to go?” Ian asks looking at his feet.
“No.” Mickey replies then adds softly, “Can't have fun knowing you’re mad at
me.”
“’M not.” Ian denies.
From his peripheral he sees Mickey sitting up. “Bullshit. You won't even look
at me.” He says voice laced with emotion. When Mickey talks like that it pulls
on Ian's heartstrings.
He runs a hand across his hair pushing back his bangs. “I'm not. Not anymore.”
“I'm sorry Ian.”
“Don' be sorry Mick. This isn’t about me.” Ian finally looks at Mickey who is
looking up at him with the saddest eyes. He bits his inner cheek and sits next
to Mickey on the bed. “This is about you. I don’t want you to get expelled, or
worse get arrested.”
“I won't.”
“Yes you will. If you keep listening to Dillon you will.”
“I am not a kid that can't make his own decisions Ian.”
Ian looks at Mickey. “So you wanted to miss class? You wanted to go on a
robbery spree? Mick, I have never even heard you mention you like tattoos.”
They go silent and Mickey sighs. “I fucked up, I know I fucked up.” He looks at
his hands. “But I need you, to get through this. I can't do it alone so you
can't keep being mad at me.”
Ian grabs Mickey's hand and puts it on his thigh. He traces the U-UP and shakes
his head. “Your mom is going to kill you.”
Mickey groans and lies back on the bed so Ian does the same. “I need to hide
these from her. At least for as long as I can.”
Ian kisses the hand. “Does it still hurt?”
“Not really.”
“My strong baby.”
“Fuck off.” Mickey laughs and Ian straddles him. He looks into Mickey's eyes
who looks back unblinking.
“For me.”
“What?” Mickey caresses Ian's hair.
“Do it for me. We've known each other all our lives and I'm too attached to you
at this point. I won't survive without you if you go to juvie.” Mickey smiles
up at him. “You care about me, right?”
“I more than care about you Ian.”
“Then do it.” Mickey nods. “Yeah?”
“Yes.”
Ian grins, bends down and kisses Mickey's lips. The latter immediately holds
Ian's waist and puts his hands inside his shirt. Ian moans and grinds down on
him. Mickey has taken Ian's shirt off halfway when the Gallaghers get back into
the house noisily. Ian gets off him and starts looking through his drawer.
“What are you looking for?” Ian pulls out fingerless gloves with a grin. “Ian
it's not winter, how am I going to explain those?”
“Would you rather explain the tattoos?”
“Good point.” He takes the gloves from Ian and pecks him one last time. “I’ll
text you.” He says before heading out.
Mickey walks out of the house inconspicuously and walks towards his house. He
only finds his siblings so he exhales in relief and joins them on the couch.
“The fuck you been?” Iggy asks him.
“Ian's.” Mickey replies the same time Colin says the same thing and they all
laugh. “Why would you even ask?” Colin asks Iggy.
“So Ig, you got those ‘beat down’ tattoos on your fingers,”
“And?”
“Ma didn’t give you shit for it?”
“No. it's what I do. I give people beat downs.” He laughs.
“And they don’t have the word fuck in ‘em.” Mandy adds from the kitchen.
Mickey slumps harder on the chair. “Why you asking bro, you want one? Joey has
the machine.”
Mandy laughs loudly. “Ma would kill you Iggy.”
“Yeah,” Colin agrees. “Don’t you dare corrupt mama’s boy.”
“Fuck off I'm not a mama’s boy.”
“You so are. You’re her precious Mickey.” Mandy says it like she's talking to a
baby.
Mickey gets up with both middle fingers in the air and heads into his bedroom.
He leaves loud laughter in his wake.
 
*0*0*0*0
 
Mickey manages to hide his tattoos for two weeks before his mother finally asks
about the gloves. They’re completely healed now thank God. She's serving him
and Mandy breakfast before school when she asks him about it.
“Why have you been wearing these things?” she pulls on a finger and Mickey
pulls his hand back. “It's not cold.”
“It's a thing in school ma, for the cool kids.”
“Oh.” She nods.
Mandy side eyes him trying her best not to snort in her cereal. “We have to go
ma.” He stands up and grabs Mandy's arm dragging her out of the house.
She laughs as soon as they're outside. “She is gonna murder you the day she
finds out. But worse than that, she's gonna be disappointed. And that’s what
you’re most afraid of.”
Mickey rubs his eyes. “Let’s just go pick up Ian.”
“Oh he texted, said he was going to school early. Their captain called them
in.”
Mickey frowns. “He texted you but not me?”
Mandy scoffs. “No. he texted you.”
Mickey kicks her in the ass. “You're reading my texts? What the fuck!”
She punches his arm. “It's Ian. What's he gonna say that I don’t already know?”
Shit. They still haven’t told Mandy they're dating and if she had looked
through the thread she would have definitely found out. He created a folder
with a password for Ian's naked photos but the photos of his chest are
everywhere. Ian has been sending him pics of his new abs. the extra work out
from the all the football practice and games seems to paying off. Mandy would
find that suspicious for sure.
“Nothing.” He says instead.
“Exactly.”
He thinks about telling her now, but him and Ian never discussed how they would
go about doing that. So he doesn't.
 
*0*0*0*0
 
They are lying naked in Mickey's bed. It's already midnight but instead of
sleeping they’ve been talking all night. It's nothing they haven’t said before.
They make out then confess their love for each other and promise to always be
there for each other. They caress each other, jerk each other off and make out
some more.
“I love you Mick. So much.”
“Love you too.” Mickey replies and starts to caress Ian's soft, full butt
cheeks that he loves so much.
Ian squirms when a finger begins to slide into his crack. “Mickey, babe I
don’t…” he trails off when Mickey removes his finger. He reaches for their lube
and dabs some on his middle finger. “Mick, I'm not sure…”
“Shhh… listen. Remember that day we went to the pool for the first time?”
Mickey asks.
“What?” Ian asks in confusion.
“You were so afraid of drowning but you trusted me.”
Ian chuckles. “This is hardly anything like swim…. Shit.” Ian hisses when
Mickey's finger penetrates him fully. “You were distracting me.” It still feels
a little foreign and he bites his lip. He’s about to say something when Mickey
kisses him.
It's another distraction from the arousal quickening in his veins. Mickey
touches his prostate and Ian’s entire body twitches. “Fuck.”
Mickey chuckles triumphantly and gets closer. He rubs their dicks together then
gives Ian a deep heartfelt kiss as he continues to rub at his prostate. Ian is
such a mess at this point he can't even kiss properly. He grabs onto Mickey's
hand so tightly it hurts but that’s okay. Mickey just wants to make his
boyfriend feel better.
“Mickey… Mickey… Mickey… fuck Mickey!”
Mickey shushes Ian by kissing him to control his moans. Mandy never knows how
to mind her own business and Mickey doesn’t want her to hear them. They haven’t
told her yet. He continues to massage his boyfriend’s prostate, and grind their
hardons together until Ian bites hard on his shoulder and comes between them.
Mickey comes too just from how hot that was.
“Shit Mickey.”
“Told you you’d like it.” He chuckles. “Shit, you're even louder than me.”
Ian groans this time with embarrassment.
 
*0*0*0*0
 
One Month Later
“Avery has been asking me about you.” Mandy brings it up when they're by the
bleachers again watching Ian.
Mickey is terrible with names but he remembers Avery. She's the reason he and
Ian finally defined their relationship after that game of spin the bottle. He
chuckles. “Wasn’t she dating a chiq?”
Mandy hums. “They broke up. She was a cheerleader and she got back together
with her boyfriend.” Mandy points at the defender who is currently talking to
Ian explaining something with his hands.
“Yeah well, tell her I ain't interested.”
“Why? You're single.”
“Doesn’t make me fucking desperate Mandy.”
“That’s not what I said.” Mandy intervenes quickly. “You and Ian I swear to
God. Are you concentrating on your studies? What is it?”
Mickey shrugs. “She's not my type.”
Mandy sighs in frustration and leans back. “Milkovich. Principle wants to see
you.” Some guy calls out to him. they both look at each other and he heads
towards the office.
He knocks on the door and waits to be called in. She tells him to get in and he
takes a seat opposite the principal and waits. “Ma'am?”
“I want to say it's good to see you Mr. Milkovich but…” she shakes her head and
Mickey sits up straight. The incident with the alcohol is at least a month old.
“Some very important books are missing from the library and someone came
forward and told us they saw you take them.”
Mickey subtly puts his gloves on to cover his tattoos. “According to this
person I stole some books from the library?”
The principal nods. “Yes. These books belonged to the librarian and one of them
had money in it. Which is the reason why this person believes you took the
books in the first place.”
Mickey frowns and scratches his nose. “I'm confused.” He has never even been to
the library unless he was waiting for Ian. “I haven’t been to the library in…”
“We will just check your locker and cancel you off the list if they're not
there.”
“O..okay then.” He replies quickly and gets up.
“We should wait for…” the principle starts but trails off when Mickey ignores
her and heads towards the lockers.
She stands behind him and he puts in his combination. He opens the locker and
gestures towards it but instead pauses when he sees five foreign books inside.
“What tha…”
“Mr. Milkovich, this is unacceptable.”
“Ma’am I assure you I didn’t.”
She opens one of the books with the money. "Its all here.”
“Come on, if I had stolen this stuff why would I leave it in the first place
you’ll check?”
“Since this is your first offence and the money is all here, I will just give
you detention for a month.”
“Ma’am,”
“Fight me on this and I will consider suspension. I do not take theft lightly
Mr. Milkovich.” She says and he keeps quiet.
He rubs a hand across his face as he watches her walk away. Someone set him up.
Who would do this? Who had the guts to break into his locker? Who even had the
guts to frame him the first place? He shuts his locker roughly and heads back
out into the field. When he finds whoever did this they will be the first to
get the meaning of his new tattoos.
Chapter End Notes
     Will be off the raidor until around 29th. maybe.
     Merry Xmas people!!
     mob loveeeeee
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Notes
     Happy New year people!!
     so happy we made it into this new year.
     here's is a longer chapter to celebrate!!!
     #enjoy
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It's been three days since the stolen library books incident and Mickey has
managed to calm down some. He has also been successful in hiding from Ian that
he has detention now. They just made up and Ian is just going to be upset that
he got in trouble a day after they talked and yet Mickey had agreed to stay out
of trouble. Nothing had happened since then and he had managed to get the
incident out of his head. It was especially easy when your boyfriend is between
your legs engulfing your hard dick in his warm mouth. Fuck, he was good.
“Ian.” He moans.
“Mmm?” Ian replies with his mouth full and the vibrations automatically make
Mickey shudder.
“Shit.”
Ian pulls away and sits up. Mickey groans in protest. He grabs Ian's head and
tries to put him back between his legs. Ian chuckles and wipes at his mouth.
They are at the Gallagher house and have the entire house to themselves. It's
on a Saturday afternoon and everyone has fucked off to wherever thank God.
“I want to do it.”
“Huh?” Mickey asks still trying to clear his head and come back to earth.
“I think we should.”
“Should what?”
“Fuck sake Mickey. I think we should… do it.” Ian finishes shyly.
Mickey sits up. He looks at his blushing boyfriend and smirks. “Then why the
fuck are you still dressed?”
Ian smirks back and gets off the bed. Within minutes he's just as naked as
Mickey. He crawls towards Mickey slowly as the latter continues to smile gently
at him. Ian straddles Mickey and pecks him once, twice, three times before
finally claiming his lips at the time pulling open his drawer to reach blindly
for the lube. He reaches for his boyfriend’s hard dick and starts to massage
him extremely slow.
“Been thinking about this for a while now.” Ian confesses as he brushes their
lips together tentatively.
“Me too.” Mickey agrees. “Shit.” He lifts his hips when Ian puts a lubricated
finger in his ass. “Ever since you started doing that.” Ian smirks. “Come on,
hurry up. Want you inside me.” “Mmm…” Mickey moans and grabs the sheets when
Ian adds another finger. He moans louder in anticipation. He really can't wait
for Ian to be inside him. He’s been dreaming of this day. Literally. ‘'Come
on.” he complains when Ian takes his time.
“So fucking impatient.” Ian says under his breath as he situates himself
between Mickey's legs. He grabs one of Mickey's legs and places it on his
shoulder. “You ready?”
“I've been ready.”
Ian lines up and guides his dick inside his boyfriend’s ready and waiting hole.
Mickey shivers full-bodied from his head to his toes as Ian gently sinks in. it
feels so big inside him. He gasps; it's barely audible when Ian bottoms out.
His hands tighten even harder on Ian's sheets. He is acutely aware of every
single inch of Ian's dick as it moves inside him.
Ian hisses with every slow thrust. He sets a slow uneven rhythm. He lets go of
Mickey's legs and lies on him so they're chest to chest. Mickey lets go of the
sheets to wrap his hands around Ian. Ian feels like he can't breathe because of
how amazing this feels. Being buried deep inside his boyfriend is definitely
something he can see himself getting addicted to. Fuck it feels so good he
doesn’t think he would know how to voice it even if he tried. He lifts up a
little and supports himself with both hands on either side of Mickey's head as
he starts to speed up. Mickey has his eyes completely shut, as he bites his
bottom lip letting out these sexy tiny grunts.
“Look at me.” He whispers. Mickey readily obeys. Ian almost comes from his
boyfriend’s blown pupils. He increases his pace and starts fucking into him
harder.
“’FUCK!” Mickey shouts and thrusts down on Ian's dick asking for more as Ian
hits that beautiful thing inside him. “Right there, fuck Ian right fucking
there.”
Ian can feel sweat trailing down his spine as he continues to pump into his
boyfriend who is cursing and calling out his name. Fuck he's hot. “I love you.”
Mickey grabs Ian by his neck and pulls him down for an uncoordinated kiss and
they moan into each other mouths loudly. They continue to rock together and
relish in the pleasure they're giving each other. Ian thinks Mickey is perfect.
The perfect best friend, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect lover and he never
ever wants to let him go. He thrusts even harder as he bites on Mickey’s
shoulder who only moans louder which in turn turns Ian even more. Mickey
clenches around him and Ian yells out as he comes his orgasm taking him by
surprise.
He presses his forehead against Mickey's chest and shudders violently, panting
and still moaning. “Shit Mickey.” Ian whispers.
They kiss sweet and simple with Ian's dick still buried inside him. Ian starts
to jerk Mickey off. When he rubs the slit of his dick that’s when Mickey moans
“Ian” loudly and comes between them. Ian holds him through it until he stops
shaking.
They lay there quietly for a while in silence, and basking from the pleasure of
their orgasms. “That was fucking amazing man.” Mickey starts. “I'm giving you
seven minutes and then we’re going again.”
Ian laughs and pulls out. “Why seven?”
Mickey looks at his redheaded boyfriend and caresses his freckled cheek.
“Because I fucking said so.”
Ian kisses Mickey's palm and smiles gently at him. He trusts him implicitly and
knows he won't ever break his heart. He plans on protecting his boyfriend’s
heart like his own. He breathes and prepares himself for round two because, who
is Ian to deny the boy he loves anything?
 
*0*0*0*0*
 
“Hurry up you fuckwards! You're making me nervous.” Mandy complains from where
she's seated on the couch while Ian and Mickey are seated on the coffee table
looking at her. She was peacefully watching a movie when they both walked in
and switched it off because apparently they had ‘important news’ to share. She
gives them another minute but the fools don’t say anything. “If you waste
another second of my time I am kicking both your asses. Do not try me, you know
I can do it.”
“Fuck.” Mickey rubs his face and gets up.
“We’re together.” Ian spits out.
Mandy frowns, and then her face turns to one of shock, right before glaring at
them. “How long?”
“Oh God, does it fucking matter?” Mickey asks.
Mandy stands up and punches both of them on their arms. “Should have fucking
told me!” Mickey shrugs while Ian apoligises. “Thank you Ian.” she says while
she glares at her brother.
“So?” Ian asks.
Mandy studies them both and then sniffs. She then crosses her arms with a
frown. “What?” Mickey barks impatiently. Ian taps Mickey's hand to mollify him.
Mandy frowns harder at the gesture.
“I have no idea who to threaten here.”
Ian grins. “But you're okay with this?” he gestures towards him and Mickey.
“’Course, why wouldn’t I be? You two are practically married at this point. I
don’t think anyone would be surprised to be honest. Does ma know?”
Mickey sits back down next to Ian. “No, you're the first one we’ve told.”
Mandy places a hand on her heart mockingly. “I'm touched.” She then smiles
genuinely. “Just don’t break each other’s heart, alright? I wouldn’t even know
how to pick a side. I will just kick both your fucking asses.”
Mickey rolls his eyes while Ian laughs. “Thanks Mands.” He says and pulls her
in for a hug.
“My babies, what is going on?” Mama Milkovich walks in.
Mickey immediately puts his hands in his pockets. “Nothing.” They all chorus.
“U-huh. Sure. Dinner will be ready in a few.”
Mandy scoffs. “I honestly can't believe you’ve gotten away with hiding them for
this long.”
“Gonna get your gloves. You left them at home.” Ian offers and stands. “You're
lucky it's gonna get cold soon.”
“I'll come with.” Mickey follows him outside. They walk in silence for a while
when Ian catches Mickey by surprise.
“Why are you in detention?”
Mickey halts. “You know?”
Ian stops too and faces him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Mickey faces the sky and thumbs his lip. “Didn’t want you to be mad at me.”
“What did you do?”
Mickey shakes his head and looks at his boyfriend. “Nothing.” Ian blinks at
him. “I'm serious, I didn’t do anything. Someone stole books from the fucking
library and planted them in my locker.” Beat. “Some fucker set me up.”
Ian frowns. “Who?”
“If I knew that…” he trails off.
Ian nods. “I'm sorry.”
Mickey knows he shouldn’t be surprised that Ian automatically believes him but
his heart still flutters with how pleased he is. Ian trusts him just as much as
Mickey trusts him.
Ian considers the possibility that it could be Leslie, but the bitch had said
she needed Mickey so maybe it wasn’t her?
 
*0*0*0*0*
 
Three days later Mickey excuses himself from math class to go to the bathroom.
He's at the urinal relieving himself when some idiot comes and stands right
next to him. He groans and finishes. He hates when people do this. The place is
empty but some douche decides to use the urinal next to him? He zips up and
goes to wash his hands. Something immediately starts to feel off. He looks back
to see the guy watching him intently.
“Can I fucking help you?”
The guys smirks and then walks towards him. Mickey gets out of his way. He's
already in detention and he's been trying to avoid altercations lately. The guy
however side steps him and looks at Mickey one more time before smashing his
head in the mirror. His forehead starts to bleed.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Mickey shouts and steps away. He goes to leave but the door
has been locked from the outside. He hits the door a few times but nothing
happens. “Fuck.” He breathes. Mickey walks back to find the guy holding onto
his bloody forehead but with a smile. Yeah, something is definitely off.
Just then the door opens and Mr. Wilson’s voice echoes through. “What is going
on in here?”
Mickey watches as the guy starts groaning in pain. “He attacked me!” he shouts.
“I just came here to pee and Mickey, he…”
Wilson rushes towards the guy’s side and removes his handkerchief placing in on
the bleeding forehead. Mickey just sniffs and watches the scene play out. He's
not even surprised anymore.
“Principal’s office, now!” Wilson shouts and Mickey storms out of the bathroom
angrily.
He doesn’t bother knocking as he takes a seat across the principle. “Mr.
Milkovich, everything alright?”
“Got sent to your office.” He explains feeling exhausted. He doesn’t even
understand what the hell is going on right now.
“What did you do?” she crosses her arms and leans back in her chair. Mickey
ignores her and waits for Wilson and the asshole who‘s trying to set him up to
get here. This will probably mean expulsion.
Fuck.
 
*0*0*0*0*
 
The fucker repeats his lie and both teachers turn to him for an explanation.
Mickey sighs and puts on his most innocent face. “My mother is a single
mother,” he starts and everyone looks at him like he's crazy. “my dad died when
we were very young and she has done everything in her power to take care of all
of us. I respect her and love her so much, so for someone to come out of
nowhere and call her a whore,” he shakes his head and rubs his eyes so they can
get redder.
“What?” the supposed victim asks baffled.
“my father used to beat her and call her that word, so when this fucking
asshole insulted her I just… I lost my cool.” He looks straight at the
principal knowing because she's a single mom -a widow- this will get to her.
“And I know I'm supposed to be sorry and shit but she's my fucking mother and I
would do it again if anyone dared to disrespect her like that.” He finally
sheds a tear and sees the moment Mrs. Kramer gives in.
She grabs a serviette and hands it to him. she then turns to the other guy who
Mickey hasn’t learnt his name yet. “Go to the nurse. I'm considering both of
you even. “she then turns to Mickey. “I understand why you would get mad
Mickey, but next time please come to me.”
He stands up meekly and nods. He then walks out of the office and walks out to
find Ian and Mandy waiting for him outside. “What happened? People are saying
you slammed Daniel against the bathroom mirror?” Ian asks.
“I didn’t. Fucker tried to set me up.”
“Why?” Mandy asks.
“Fuck if I know.”
“So what now?” Ian steps closer to him concerned. “Did Kramer suspend you?”
Mickey shakes his head ‘no’ even though he's officially spooked. “No, I beat
him at his own game.” He replies and stalks away through the hallway his sister
and boyfriend on his heels. “Something is happening. I don’t… I can't…”
He doesn’t finish that sentence because someone yells out his name angrily.
“Mickey Milkovich I don’t give a fuck if you have brothers the size of Goliath,
I am about kick your fucking ass!”
The trio turns to face the voice. It's one of the footballers. “Mason, what the
fuck is going on?” Ian asks unconsciously stepping in front of Mickey.
“Step aside Gallagher, this isn’t about you.”
Mickey pushes Ian aside. “The fuck’s your problem?”
Mason doesn’t reply but instead turns to Ian who is holding two bags. “Which
one is his backpack?”
“Why?” Ian asks defensively.
“Just give it to him so we can get this over with.” Mickey tells him as he
breathes angrily. Today was not his day.
Mason unzips Mickey's bag. “Someone told me you’ve been fucking my girl.”
“What?” Mickey, Ian and Mandy chorus.
“I'm gonna find the evidence real soon." he continues to rummage through
Mickey's bag. "What is this?” he lifts up a black G-string and Mickey can
already feel a headache coming on.
“Those aren’t his.” Mandy defends.
Mason pushes Mickey against the wall and Mickey pushes him back. Mason is
however bigger and stronger and he punches Mickey across the cheek.
“MASON, FUCKING STOP!” Ian shouts as he squeezes himself between his team mate
and his boyfriend. That’s when he realizes there is someone who just shouted
the same thing he did. He sees some brunette girl pulling at Mason.
“Stop!” she yells and Mason lets Mickey go. “I did not cheat on you! And
definitely didn’t do it with Mickey Milkovich!”
Mickey spits blood on the floor and as worried as Ian is about that he has
another concern. He turns to Mason’s girlfriend. “What’s wrong with Mickey?”
“What?” she asks confused.
“You said you would never fuck Mickey, what’s wrong with him?”
“So you're admitting he fucked her?” Mason turns to Mickey again angrily.
“Ian you're making matters worse!” Mandy shouts at the same time Mickey starts
laughing.
“Lets fucking go. I don’t even wear G-strings and you fucking know that!” the
girlfriend starts to pull Mason away and the bigger man leaves but not without
giving Mickey one last glare.
Mickey spits again then laughs at his idiot of a boyfriend. “Really? You pick
that exact moment to defend my looks?”
“There’s nothing to see here, fuck off all of you!” Mandy shouts and people
disperse. She turns to her brother and touches his already swelling cheek.
“Mick, what's going on?”
Mickey's smile dies when he remembers there’s someone after him. “I've got no
fucking clue Mandy. All I know is that some psycho is after me and I honestly
don’t know why?”
Ian licks the inside of his cheek and taps his foot in thought. “I have to go.”
“Where?” Mickey asks but Ian has already ran off.
 
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Ian immediately finds out that Leslie is in gym class so he waits patiently
outside the girl’s locker room. The bitch walks out ten minutes later laughing
with three other girls following behind her.
“Leslie!” Ian calls.
She stops and gives a pleased smile when she sees it's him. “Ian Gallagher.”
She waves the other girls away and walks towards him. “How’s Mickey's face?
Heard he got into it with Mason.” She states nonchalantly and unwraps a
lollipop. She licks it seductively then pops it in her mouth. “So?”
“You need to stop.”
“Stop what?” she removes the sweet and runs it across her lips before licking
them.
Ian suppresses an annoyed groan. “You know what.”
Leslie looks at the ceiling as she sucks on her sweet. She then releases it
with a pop and turns to Ian with a toothy smile. “Okay. if you become my
boyfriend.”
“Wha… what?”
Leslie caresses his bangs. “I suppose you could be cuter but, you are on the
football team.”
“Leslie…” She raises her eyebrows in what is clearly a challenge daring him to
turn her down. “I'm seeing someone.”
“Don’t care. Dump her. You're with me now.” Ian looks at her incredulously.
“Mickey was lucky this morning,” She fusses with the bottom of his t-shirt and
steps closer. “but we both know if he gets in trouble again…” she leaves the
rest unsaid. “So what do you say Ian?” Ian tries to press further into the wall
as she leans forward and presses their lips together.
Ian allows it with a grimace that he clears when she pulls back.
She runs the sweet across his bottom lip and kisses him again then walks away
backwards. “I'll be letting everyone know to stay away from my boyfriend.” She
winks and turns around.
Ian exhales loudly. This was not how he had pictured things unfolding.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 12 *****
"IAN GALLAGHEEER!!!"
They hear the front door shut loudly. Ian doesn't need to be told what that's
about. He looks at both Lip and Mandy then scrambles and quickly dives under
Lip's and Carl bunk bed.
"Why are you hiding from your boyf..." Mandy starts but trails off when she
remembers Lip is in the room.
"Ian Gallagher I'm gonna kill you!" Mickey bellows again from downstairs.
Lip scoffs. "Please, you can finish that sentence. I'm pretty sure I found out
before you did." He tells Mandy then turns back to his text book.
"How? They said I was the first one they told."
Lip chuckles. "They didn't have to tell me."
Just then the door to the bedroom bangs loudly as Mickey busts in. "Where is
he? Where is that ginger asshole?"
Mandy shrugs while Mickey looks around. He rolls his eyes heavenwards. "Really
Ian? Under the bed?" He then bends down and grabs both of Ian's feet pulling
him roughly. "Get out here!"
He lets go of Ian still breathing heavily as he waits for his idiot boyfriend
to stand up.
"Hey Mick." Ian replies sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
"You got two minutes to explain Ian or I swear to God..." Mickey threatens.
Even Lip sits up interested. "Mick, what is it?" Mandy asks.
"I'm walking out of detention and that bitch Leslie gets in my way asking me to
congratulate her." Mickey explains angrily.
"What the fuck for?" Mandy frowns.
Mickey glares back at Ian. "Because apparently she's dating fuckhead over
here."
"Mick..." Ian starts.
"Of fucking course I didn't believe her. But then on my way home i bump into
Sapphire and Dean who asked me how someone as nice as Ian can date a bitch like
Leslie!" He breathes. "What the fuck?!"
"Mick," Ian steps closer and cups his fuming boyfriend's cheeks. "babe calm
down, I can explain." He whispers.
"How long?" Mickey asks trying to keep his hurt at bay.
"Three days."
"Fuck off." Mickey pushes him away. He means for the order to come out loud and
angry but it sounds weak even to his own ears. What was going on? He then seems
to remember Lip is in the room and he looks at him worried that he's witnessed
that intimate exchange.
"It's okay, he's known for a while apparently." Ian states as he sends a glare
of his own Lip's way. Mickey just huffs and crosses his arms.
Lip shakes his head and gets off the top bunk. "Whatever," he puts on his
shoes. "I'm going through my own girl drama anyway."
"Let him explain." Mandy says to her brother after Lip leaves the room.
Both siblings turn to Ian waiting for him to start on the explanation. "Well?"
Mickey prompts impatiently.
Ian exhales. "Okay so, a couple of weeks back Leslie approached me talking
about how you cut off her ponytail and she had to transfer schools." He licks
his dry lips. "She then told me to convince you into joining her crew because
you'd be a great asset or some shit like that."
"Okay, back up back up back up." Mickey scolws in disbelief. "That girl whose
hair I cut off in what, kindergarten?" Ian nods. "She's the one after me?"
"Yeah."
"After all this fucking years she's coming after me because I cut off her
fucking ponytail?!"
Mandy scoffs. "She's crazy and a mean girl? That spells double trouble guys."
Mickey shakes his head. "This still doesn't explain why you're dating her."
"I had to say yes when she asked. It was the only way I could make her stop
what she was doing to you."
"What?" It comes out as a whisper.
"Mick, if you got in trouble again you would have been suspended or expelled
for sure." Ian explains desperately.
Mickey chews on his bottom lip and paces in place. "No. You will dump her
tomorrow."
"What? No!"
"Yes Ian. I can't let you be around that mental case because of me."
Ian steps closer to his boyfriend and takes both his hands. "You're not letting
me do anything. I'm choosing to protect my boyfriend." He says softly and pecks
Mickey on the lips. "Until we figure something out I will do what needs to be
done." Mickey nods through he still looks unconvinced. Ian touches their
foreheads together. "I can handle her, I promise. For you, just let me do
this."
Mickey sighs loudly then nods again before claiming Ian's lips where they kiss
deeply. He then seems to realise something. "By saying you'll do what needs to
be done, that doesn't include fucking her, right?"
"Never. My dick is for you and you alone." Ian takes Mickey's hand and places
it on his crotch to emphasise his point.
Mickey chuckles then bites his lip when Ian moans as soon he puts his hand
inside his boyfriend's boxers. They drop together on Ian's bed with giggles.
"Wait, where's Mandy?" Ian pauses from kissing Mickey to look around.
"Don't care, get on me."
 
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Ian and Mickey have just finished jerking each other off in the janitor's
closet. It was their go to place when they couldn't contain their horniness in
school -he has no idea how Mickey has his own keys. He has just shut the door
when he bumps straight into Leslie.
"Oh, umm hi Leslie." Ian greets awkwardly.
Leslie rubs his arms. "Hello boyfriend. We need to relax you. Make you more
comfortable around me." She gasps like she just got an idea. "I know just the
thing! My parents are working late tonight. Come over."
"What!" Ian looks around the empty hallway. "I dont need to come over. Look, I
will work on the awkward thing. Just..."
Leslie ignores him then sighs dreamily looking directly at Ian. "It's gonna be
amazing."
"Leslie, stop." Ian grabs both her arms but she seems to like that so he
quickly lets go.
"You were my first crush ever. Even though we were just babies." She giggles.
"This is like a ancient dream come true!" She pecks him on the cheek. "See you
later. Gonna have so much fun." She says over her shoulder as she walks away.
Ian is so doomed. He has no idea how to get out of this one.
 
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"She wants to do what?"
"Yeah, tonight."
"You're not going right?"
"Of course not. But now I'm worried what will happen to you if I don't go." Ian
shuts his locker and joins Mickey and Mandy on the walk to their next class.
"Ian I don't care what I have to go through, you're not sleeping with her."
"There she is now." Mandy points out. The three of them watch as Leslie and her
minions walk towards them. She's about to hug Ian when both him and Mickey
watch in suprise as Mandy steps infront of him and slaps her.
"That is for making Mason punch my brother."
Leslie gasps as she grabs her abused cheek. She then glares at Ian. "You're not
going to do anything?!"
Ian stares at her. "Like what?"
Leslie huffs and walks away still grabbing onto her bruised cheek, her friends
right on her heels.
"Mands, as much as I enjoyed that," Ian speaks watching Leslie hurry into the
bathroom. "I think you just made everything worse." He scratches his hair in
frustration because he just knows the bitch is going to retaliate. "Fuck!"
"Hey, calm down." Mickey tries wishing he could hug his frustrated boyfriend.
"Ugh! This fucking sucks!" Ian hates this feeling of helplessness. "There has
to be something we can do!" He groans again as more people continue to pour in
and out of classes.
Just then Avery their classmate with the never ending huge crash on Mickey
walks by and of course she doesn't miss a chance to smile at Mickey. Ian
honestly doesn't care about anything right now. He shouts at her,
"WALK, THE FUCK, AWAY!"
"Jesus Ian." Both siblings chorus as they watch Avery scarry away with a
confused look on her face.
Ian clicks his tongue. "Least you can do is tell her you're seeing someone
Mickey!" He snaps and walks away.
"What did I do?!" Mickey asks as he trails after his mad boyfriend leaving a
laughing Mandy behind.
 
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That evening after school Mickey steals beer from his brothers and drags his
extremely wound up boyfriend to one of the abadoned buildings. They seat on the
edge of the building where they have a perfect view of the neighbourhood.
Mickey passes Ian a beer.
"You need to relax man. Whatever she decides to do we will deal with it," He
sips his drink. "when it happens."
"She just pisses me off so much. You did nothing to her, you know."
Mickey takes a hold of Ian's free hand. "I'm gonna ruin this bitch, I swear to
fucking God." Ian smiles softly at him so he adds, "I'm the only one allowed to
give you ulcers."
It gets a laugh out of Ian. Just like he intended.
They stay there drinking in silence and just enjoying each other's presence.
"So umm..." Mickey clears his throat trying not to laugh. "I'm pretty sure
Avery is officially afraid of you."
Ian scoffs. "She's relentless. I hate her."
"You don't mean that."
"She wants what's mine. I'm allowed."
Mickey blushes and sips his beer to hide his pleased smile. "I could kiss you
right now."
Ian turns to him with a smirk. "So what's stopping ya?"
 
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Ian never defended Leslie against Mandy and he never showed up for the fuck
date. Granted he had been busy fucking his real date; his boyfriend but there's
no denying how anxious he is. Something is coming. Leslie is going to do
something and the possibility of it being worse than what she'd done so far was
very high. The fact that it had been week since that day and nothing had
happened yet was making everything even worse.
He gets back to the present when the ball lands hard on his face.
"Gallagher! Get your head in the game!" The coach yells.
Ian nods and apologises as he grabs his nose getting off the field. He sits on
the bench and bends his head willing the pain in his nose to ebb away.
 
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"You think he's okay?" Mandy asks her brother as she exhales the smoke and
passes him the cigarette they're sharing. They're by the bleachers watching Ian
after he'd taken that hit to the face.
"Yeah." Mickey brings the stick to his lips.
Someone whistles and the siblings look on as Dillon walks towards them. "Aren't
you supposed to be staying the fuck away from this joker?"
Mickey looks towards the direction of his boyfriend to find Ian still holding
onto his nose, looking up at the sky. "Ian is too occupied to notice." He
frowns and wonders if he should be worried.
"Sup Mickey Mick." Dillon greets as they bro hug.
"Sup."
"Been a while. Mandy?"
"Hey." She replies and lights another cigarette.
"Been busy." Mickey offers.
Dillon joins them and seats next to Mickey. "Yeah I heard. Word is some blond
is out to getcha. She succeeding?"
Mickey sighs and rubs his hand across his face. "You could say that."
Dillon sucks in his teeth. "She's my neighbour. Grew up right next to me. I
know exactly how to handle her." He faces him. "If you need my help, of
course." Dillon adds.
Mickey takes a beat to think about it. Well, Ian would most definitely
disapprove. He looks at Mandy who shrugs and gets off the bleachers before
offering him the peace sign. He then turns to look at Ian who is now been
tended to?
He quickly shoots up. "Look umm... thanks but no thanks. Later yeah?"
"Sure man."
Mickey rushes towards the field in a panic. "What's going on?" He asks as soon
as he gets there.
'He's fine." The coach replies. "It's just a little nose bleed. You can handle
that, right Gallagher?"
Ian sniffs and looks at the bloody handkerchief on his hand. "Sure thing
coach."
Mickey seats next to Ian when it's just the two of them. "You sure you're
alright?"
Ian grins even though he's practically red the entire lower part of his face.
"I'm fine babe." He winks at him and Mickey can breathe again. He's okay.
"Let's get you home."
 
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The next morning they have assembly and Ian is walking next to Logan and Gordon
from class. He's almost there when he's pulled aside roughly.
Leslie gets all up in his face. "Told you not to fuck with me Gallagher. I have
a surprise for you."
Ian stares back at her. "What?"
"You should have been more careful." She whispers. "And I'm just getting
started." She then dissappears into the assembly hall with everybody else.
Ian is anxious the entire time. Even as he takes a seat next to his boyfriend.
Rightfully so because it's not even five minutes before all phones are going
off. Including Ian and Mickey's. They pull out their phones and Mandy taps both
their backs.
"I'm sorry." She mouths.
Ian and Mickey look at each other just as they notice everyone else is staring
at them most of them visibly shocked. They slowly turn to their phones and play
the video that clearly everyone recieved.
"Oh God." Ian groans and hides his face in Mickey's chest. "Oh God." He
repeats. "What do we do?"
Mickey takes deep breaths and pats Ian on the back. People are already
murmuring and making it obvious they're talking about them. Dillon and Mandy
come and help them leave the hall. It's when they're back in the empty hallways
that Mickey lets out a loud "Fuck!"
"You should've let me handle her man." Dillon tells Mickey.
Ian starts pacing then stops to look at Mickey the fear and worry clear in his
eyes. Mickey immediately steps towards Ian.
"I'm fine. We are fine." Mickey reassures.
Ian exhales in relief. He was so worried that this was it. That they would be
done. "Are you sure? This doesn't change anything?"
Mickey shakes his head. "No. I love you." He pulls Ian into a hug and his
boyfriend willingly wraps his hands around him.
"She said she was just getting started Mick." Ian cries in his arms.
Mickey hugs him tightly and looks at Dillon over Ian's shoulder. "Make it
stop."
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Notes
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Mickey takes Ian to the Milkovich house where he's sure there's no one home.
They walk into the house in silence still shocked over what just happened.
Mickey heads to the fridge and takes a cold coke out. He places it infront of
Ian who is sited at the kitchen table.
"How are you feeling?" He asks.
Ian takes a deep breath. "I'm fine. I was just worried that the whole school
knowing we're gay and that we're together would come between us, you know?"
"You thought I'd pull away didn't you?" Mickey asks softly. Ian ducks his head.
"Ian, I am upset I was outed when I wasn't ready but that's the only thing I'm
angry about. I have always known you wouldn't really mind people knowing about
us. Or about you. And you were only in the closet because I was. So this won't
make me not love you, or not want to be your boyfriend anymore. But fuck do I
hate that bitch!"
"I know. I can't believe she recorded us. How did she even know we hook up at
the janitor's closet?"
"Fuck if know. Probably spied on us." Mickey sighs deeply.
"What?" Ian asks.
"I have to tell ma now."
"Oh shit." Ian laughs.
"Tis not funny you dick."
"You love my dick." Ian says with a smirk.
Mickey gets up and stands infront of Ian. "That I do. Get up here."
Ian readily obliges. He smiles fondly at Mickey which makes the latter feel all
warm inside. He quickly pulls his boyfriend towards him and they both lean in
and tentatively brush their lips together. It's not enough. Ian opens his mouth
and lets Mickey push in with his tongue. Ian makes little appreciative noises
as his boyfriend nips and sucks at his tongue. Mickey grinds his hips against
Ian and they both moan. It's hot, wet and fast. Ian is taking off Mickey's
shirt, Mickey's hands are inside his boxers caressing his ass.
They continue to kiss and explore each other's bodies. Ian rakes his hands down
Mickey's body and he shivers. No one else could ever touch him like this. Fuck
it feels so good. He starts walking backwards towards his room and Ian who is
busy marking up his neck doesn't pause but instead follows blindly. They enter
Mickey's room and quickly shed their clothes. Within seconds Ian is straddling
Mickey and making quick work of scissoring his boyfriend open. He feels like
he'll explode if he doesn't get inside Mickey right this moment.
"Fuck, 'm good. C'mon."
Ian doesn't need to be told twice. He slides into Mickey and they both groan
loudly at the sensation. He immediately starts pumping into his boyfriend.
Mickey wraps his legs around Ian and pulls him down for a kiss. The make out
doesn't last long. It becomes careless and uncoordinated since they're both
moaning, groaning and cursing loudly.
"So good... fuck baby, so good."
Ian moans as he holds onto Mickey's waist. Mickey clenches around him and he
bites his lower lip hard. He can't come, not yet. Too good. He slows down and
rotates his hips, pushing deeper inside his writhing boyfriend. Mickey's legs
go weak from the pleasure and he drops them. They continue to make love,
grinding together and yelling each other's names since the house is empty. They
always have the freedom to do that here unlike at the Gallagher home.
"FUCK!"
"FUCK!"
"FUCK! IAN! FUUUCK!"
Mickey is in the throws of passion when he opens his eyes to look up at his
boyfriend. That's when he turns his head and sees his mother standing by the
door, in shock. They lock eyes and then she shuts the door. Ian on the other
hand is still busy making passionate love to his hot boyfriend when he notices
Mickey is frozen.
"What...what's wrong?" He asks still trying to catch his breath.
Mickey pushes him off. "Ma is home."
"What? How do you know?" Ian frowns not appreciating the interruption.
"She was here." Mickey replies as he starts dressing up.
"Mick, you're not making any sense!"
"We just got busted Ian. She saw us. We have to go... talk to her or whatever."
"Shit." Ian quickly starts dressing too. They're about to walk out when Ian
reminds Mickey to cover his tattoos.
He starts looking for his gloves hurriedly. He's already in enough trouble.
They stand and look at each other not knowing whether to be embarrassed or
worried about what his mom thinks and what she'll say to them when they get out
there.
"What are the chances of her approving of our relationship instead of killing
us?" Ian asks.
Mickey grabs his hand. "Let's find out."
They find her in the living room standing in front of the couch her hands
behind her back. "Oh, you're decent, take a seat." She points at the couch and
they sit close to each other still trying to decipher the situation.
They sit there for a minute or two, waiting for his mom's reaction when
suddenly she pulls her wooden stick from her hidden hand. She immediately
starts whacking them with it.
"You know how I feel about cursing in my house!"
They both jump off the couch grabbing onto their bruised arms and thighs. "Demn
it ma, I think you can make an exception this one time!" Mickey pleads.
"Yeah mama Milkovich." Ian concurs. "It couldn't... be helped."
She narrows her eyes at them and points at the couch with the stick. "Sit." She
commands.
They reluctantly and very slowly sit back down. Both at the edge. So they can
take off if need be.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Oh, so that's what the whipping is about?" Mickey voices his realisation.
"Yes of course. I am your mother. You should've come to me when you started
having these feelings."
"Ummm..." Ian trails off.
"Fine." She admits as the takes the reclyner. Ian and Mickey both relax and get
comfortable now that she's a few feet away. "I'll admit I'm not suprised. I
probably saw this coming before you two even did. I am however very suprised
that you're... doing it." They both turn red with embarassment and avoid her
eyes. "Are you being safe?"
"We were each other's first ma." His mom hits him on his knee. "Jesus!"
"There are other ways to acquire certain diseases."
"We know." Ian replies as he scooches further to the edge of the couch near the
exit.
She frowns then nods. "While I'm all for you two enjoying yourselves," she
clears her throat. "you can't just miss school so you can engage in sexual
proclivities."
"It wasn't intentional. We had to." Ian explains.
"Yeah this bi... girl at school outed us and we needed a break." Mickey tells
his mother.
"Well, that was very wrong of her. What will you do? Is it safe to go back?"
"Yeah. There are other gay people there they just don't flaunt it. It's just
for today." Mickey assures.
"Hmm... that's good." She says quietly almost to herself. "How long have you
been together?"
"Since seventh grade."
She nods then gets up and they both flinch. She gives them a toothy smile then
starts walking away. They exhale in relief and sit back.
"OUCH!" They both cry out when she hits them on their shoulders.
"Should've told me!" She says on the way to the kitchen. "I will make you some
food. I bet you two worked out some appetite."
Mickey groans. "Shoot me now." He tells Ian who is still rubbing his shoulder
while laughing.
They stare at each other and smile. "She approves." Mickey says.
"How do you feel?" Ian asks him.
"Pretty great actually. I'm glad she knows."
"So Mikhailo, are you usually the bottom, or was it just today?"
"I take it back. All of it. I'm not glad she knows."
"Not that it's a problem." She continues shouting from the kitchen. "We like
what we like."
"Seriously Ian, shoot me."
 
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When they get back to school the following day, Ian is a little weary but
Mickey is just waiting for someone, anyone, to say or do something. They walk
into the crowded hallway and it's like someone presses the pause button because
they all freeze.
"Let me hear any of you fuckheads say something. I dare you." Mickey bellows
and immediately people shuffle around pretending to mind their own business.
Mickey takes Ian's hand and they walk towards their first class; english. Their
fellow classmates immediately divert their eyes and Mickey and Ian take their
normal seats. Ian exhales pent up breath.
"I thought I'd never get through that hallway."
"Just be glad she only shared the part of us making out. What are the chances
she didn't get the rest of it?" Mickey asks.
"Oh God." Ian covers his eyes. "What if she forwards the rest of it today?"
"She won't." Dillon says from behind. They both turn to look at him. "Here it
is. The entire video." He hands them a flash disk.
"Why do you have it?"
"Did you watch it?"
They both ask simultaneously. Dillon denys with a grimace, "No I did not watch.
What kind of person do you take me for?!" He shakes his head. "Anyway," he
starts glaring at Mickey. "I took care of it. She won't be back."
"What the hell did you do?" Ian asks carefully. "Is she okay?" He asks again
when Dillon doesn't answer immediately.
"Man. Listen red, I know I come off as a... not very nice guy. But you will be
surprised to know all I did was report her to her dad."
"That's it?" Mickey is suprised.
"Yes. That was it. Told you she's my neighbour and I've known her a long time.
I've never actually known for sure what ails her, but she's been in and out of
therapy her whole life. Turns out, she was off her meds."
"What does she have?"
"I don't know. It's not like I know her, know her, she just happens to live
next to me. Psychotic tendancies maybe? Is that a thing?"
Mickey shrugs. He doesn't care as long as she's gone. "Thanks man."
"No problem. I told you, I got you."
"Yeah umm... thanks, I guess." Ian says.
"Wow. A thank you from red? Does that mean Mickey and I can start hanging out
again?"
"Why are you asking me? He's right here!" Ian points at Mickey. Dillon just
continues to stare at him, unblinking. "Fuck, fine. You can hang out. Just, no
illegal shit. Alright?"
"Awesome!" Dillon claps.
"You know, you weren't surprised when we got outed." Ian points out.
Dillon whispers between them, "'Cause I'm not an idiot." He gets up and moves
to his seat just as Wilson walks in.
"Well, I feel so much better." Mickey mumbles. Ian couldn't agree more.
 
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Apparently students were waiting for someone to make the first move before they
started coming out. By the time two weeks were over more gay couples had
already outed themselves.
"Wow, It's like you started a revolution." Mandy pulls on a cigarette and hands
it to Ian. The trio is by the bleachers watching a lesbian couple making out
while lying on the grass. "Shit, that's kinda hot."
"Keep it in your pants you whore."
"Fuck off." Mandy punches her brother. "Anyway, I think Dillon's kinda hot."
She tells him. "Do I have the green light?"
"No." Mickey doesn't even wait for her to finish that sentence.
Mandy shrugs. "Had to ask."
 
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"How are you really feeling?" Ian asks Mickey when Mandy heads over to her
friends.
Mickey drops the cigarette and leans back. "I'll get used to it." He sniffs.
"But we're not doing that." He points at the lesbian couple.
"What, kissing?"
Mickey snorts. "No. Flaunting our relationship."
"Didn't Leslie already do that for us?"
Mickey pushes him and Ian laughs steadying himself. "You know what I mean."
Ian nods but doesn't say anything. When he wants to kiss his boyfriend he'll
kiss his boyfriend. Like now, for example. He grabs Mickey by the back of his
neck and pulls him in for a rough kiss. Despite what he just said Mickey is
addicted to Ian's lips so he kisses back. Ian pulls back with a chuckle and
gets within safe distance.
"Fuck you Ian Gallagher!"
Mickey shouts. Ian only laughs harder and heads towards his team mates for
practice.
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay so first, I wanna thank ShotgunMickey from instagram. I'm not on
     there but someone sent me a screenshot of you and what u posted;
     I just spent the last two hours reading a fan fic called
     "inseparable" by luckyshaz on achive of our own, go read it now it's
     so freaking sweet I cried a couple of times
     Awww... thank u so much!! U have quite a fan base n I am touched.
     ♡♡♡♡♡
      
     Okay so Season 2 Ian people. Enjoy!!!
Sixteen and Seventeen
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"Ugh. You are so unreasonable!"
"I'm unreasonable? I'm unreasonable. Are you, or are you not the one who made
Avery apologise to you for hiting on me?" Mickey laughs.
"I did not make her." Ian huffs. "She just felt obligated after the video
leaked." He mumbles, "and it was not unreasonable." He tries getting Mickey's
controls from him so he could crash. They're playing this new video game and
Mickey refuses to let him win despite claiming to love him. Mickey stays well
out of his reach and keeps racing. "Why are you bringing up shit that happened
last year anyway?"
"Booyah! In your face!" Mickey drops the controls after hiting the high scores
like he's a rapper of some shit. "That's how it's done baby boy."
Ian scoffs. "Baby boy? Jesus."
"Shut up I'm still riding the high of beating you for the sixth time in a row."
Ian crosses his arms and pouts. "Can't believe I call you my boyfriend."
Mickey laughs and grabs his adorable boyfriend’s waist. When Ian doesn't burge
Mickey nuzzles his neck and it gets a chuckle out of the red head.
"There you go."
Ian looks around. "It's on a Saturday, aren't your siblings usually scattered
around?"
"Mmm..." Mickey stands up and goes to the kitchen Ian right behind him. "Ma is
visiting our aunt for the weekend so they went out last night. All of them
including Mandy and now they're passed out." He replies as he pulls out the
bread, ham and lettuce.
Ian nods and goes to Mickey's bedroom to get his laptop. He comes back out and
places it on the kitchen table as his boyfriend makes them sandwiches. He pulls
out the flashdisk he carried with and puts it in. Ian smirks when the moaning
comes on.
Mickey turns to Ian and stares at him incredulously. "You're seriously gonna
watch porn right infront of me!"
Ian laughs as Mickey storms towards him angrily. He turns the laptop towards
him. "The fuck? Thats us."
Ian nods. "Yeah. I was going through my shit and I found it. God, you're loud!"
"Fuck off 'm not." Mickey protests with a blush even as he listens to the moans
he's failing to control in the janitor's closet. "That Leslie was a pervert."
Ian no doubt hits his prostate and Mickey cries out. Okay fine, he can admit
he's loud. "Demn babe, even I wasn't that loud that time you fingered my ass."
"Which I haven't done in a while." Mickey points out and heads back to the
kitchen counter. "No way I'm usually that vocal though."
"The video begs to differ."
"I'm sure it was only that one fucking time. We were at school, it was
dangerous." He scoffs. "It was just the thrill of getting caught."
"I fuck you practically everyday. I am telling you baby, you're loud." Ian then
moans and says in a sexy voice, "But it's how I like it."
Mickey just shakes his head, grinning. For the umpteenth time he's grateful
Leslie only leaked the kissing.
Ian shuts the laptop. "You think Mandy will be able to show up for the first
day tomorrow?"
Mickey licks mustard off his fingers and joins his boyfriend by the kitchen
table passing Ian his plate. "She'll have to or ma will have her ass."
Ian takes a bite and moans. "So good babe."
Mickey grunts in reply and takes a bite of his own.
 
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No one takes the first day seriously, especially now that they're sophomores.
So Ian doesn't mind running late because Fiona makes him seat down on the couch
as she grabs some scissors. The same ones she used to cut his hair with when he
was ten. Through out the years she has been trimming him but right now she's
just straight up cutting.
"What are you doing now?" Ian asks as he watches his bangs grow shorter and
shorter.
"You've overgrown your bangs. So, we're getting rid of them."
Ian just gets out his phone and sits patiently. When she says "There you go"
and releases him, Ian doesn't bother checking himself in the mirror. He just
walks out the door. He trusts her judgement.
When Ian walks into class late, there's no teacher and his classmates are just
chattering. He raises a quizzical eyebrow at his boyfriend when Mickey openly
gapes at him.
"What's wrong?"
Mickey shakes his head. It was one thing for Ian to start wearing this
extremely tight t-shirts after he turned sixteen and it's another to completely
change his hair like this. Demn he looks different. He looks good. Mickey waits
for him to sit down before pulling him in for a kiss and running his hand
through the short hair. It's not long enough to grab onto when he's getting
blowies like before, but he has to admit, Ian looks really good this way.
"You cut your hair." He finally lets out.
Ian nods apprehensively. "Yeah, Fi just did it. You like?" He asks hoping it
gets Mickey's approval. He's the only one whose opinion he cares about.
"Fucking love it."
Ian beams from the affirmation.
Dillon interrupts them. "Mickey Mick, red. Let's not kid ourselves, we're not
learning anything today. Let get the fuck outta class."
"And go where?" Ian asks but Mickey is already gathering his stuff.
"There's something different about you." Dillon squints at him as they're
walking out of class. But he can't place what the something is so they keep
walking.
They find students scattered everywhere. Ian spots Mandy and some of her
friends seated on one of the school benches.
"Gonna go over there. See you guys later." He kisses Mickey on the forehead and
rushes over. "How you feeling Mands?"
"Better." She drinks down an entire bottle of getorade. "Dillon got me this and
some pills."
"Why is Dillon helping you with your hangover?"
"What?"
"Why would Dillon..."
"I didn't... what? No. I didn't say Dillon."
Ian gasps and sits next to her. "Mandy no."
"What are you talking about? It's nothing. There's nothing. He got me stuff for
my hangover, so fucking what?"
"You're right. It wouldn't have been a big deal if you didn't act so shifty
when I asked. Mickey's going to kill Dillon when he finds out. How lonģ?" Mandy
looks at him gultily. "How long?"
"Bumped into him twice when I went out and..." she shrugs. "Maybe two months?"
"Two fucking months?! Mandy!"
"You can't tell Mick. Please."
Ian is already shaking his head to that request. "You can't ask me to do that.
It's very unfair Mandy, you can't ask me to lie to him."
"No one is asking you to. Just don't say anything. I really like him Ian. And
you know how Mickey gets."
"How can Dillon even do this? Sleep with you?"
Mandy glares at him. "You're lucky I'm too hangover to be offended by that
question."
Ian waves her off. "That's not what I mean. I mean because he knows how mad it
would make Mickey."
"Just promise me Ian. Please."
Ian takes a breath and glances at where Mickey and Dillon and kicking some
freshmen away from their usual hangout spot. "I can't lie to him like this
Mandy. What I'll do is give you a chance to tell him first."
"Ian!" She exclaims in shock.
"He's my boyfriend Mands, I'm sorry. I really don't want to deal with the
fallout of when he finds out i knew and I didn't tell him. You have a week."
Mandy is so shocked, she's speechless. Ian shrugs and walks away. He's just
gotten into class and taken a seat on his desk when some one walks towards him
and places a box of chocolate infront of him. Ian looks up confused.
"Umm..."
"Hi. Ian. Ian Gallagher."
"Hi?"
"My name is Alvin. I'm new."
Ian smiles. "Okay. Welcome. You'll like it here."
Alvin looks at Ian and then the chocolates severally till Ian gets it and takes
one of them. "Mmm, nice."
The newcomer grins at him happily. Ian takes him in. He's cute enough with the
brown hair. He has on a blue button down shirt and brown jeans both ironed and
neat. He looks sharp but he looks so innocent and almost child like.
"Wait, how do you know my name?"
"I asked around."
"Why...?" Ian asks cautiously. It's not until Alvin blushes that he finally
gets it. "Okay, we're not doing this." He gives Alvin back his box of
chocolates. "I have a boyfriend. Sorry."
The guy's entire face drops with dissapointment but Ian honestly doesn't care
right now. The last thing he wants to do is encourage the dude so he completely
ignores him till he goes away.
 
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"Lot of fresh meat." Someone from their group comments as girls continue to
pass by them.
Mickey frowns at Dillon who is lying next to him with his eyes closed. "You're
not looking?" Dude is all about pussy 70% of the time.
Dillon opens an eye and then closes both of them again. "Nah. 'M good."
Mickey thinks it's weird but he lets it go. The rest of the guys are busy
admiring and making plans to bang these freshmen. Mickey just shakes his head.
Being in a stable relationship made everything so much easier.
 
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That evening Ian takes Mickey to the dugouts. After shot gunning a beer he
immediately attacks his boyfriend with heavy kisses and groping. They'll spend
time later, right now he's got an agenda. He turns Mickey around roughly just
like he likes and works him open quickly. Within no time he's thrusting inside
him from behind.
Ian rolls his hips and takes his time driving in and out of Mickey who is busy
hissing and sighing loudly. But that's not what Ian wants so he wraps his arms
around Mickey's chest and pulls him closer. He then thrusts up harder, and
faster, changing the angle so he can keep hitting on his prostate.
"Fuck Ian!"
There it is.
Ian keeps holding him with his left arm as he reaches for his phone with his
other hand. He continues pleasuring his boyfriend and making him moan as he
reaches for his phone and presses record. Ian bites his lip hard to keep from
crying out when Mickey clenches around his dick because he only wants to
capture his boyfriend’s voice.
"Yes! Mmmm... shit! Love your cock Ian." Mickey hisses pushing backwards,
fucking himself on Ian. This is why Ian loves him so much; he gives as good as
he's getting. Mickey then groans and moans loudly a few more times.
When Ian has recorded enough of Mickey's sexy moaning he puts his phone away
and reaches for his boyfriend’s leaking dick. He's close so Ian speeds up even
more.
"Shit." He can't help but moan himself when he feels his orgasm building.
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"Demn." Mickey pulls up his trousers. "You don't fuck me like that often, what
with you preferring the slow shit, but when you do.... mmm."
Ian scoffs as he dresses and reaches for a beer. "Like you don't enjoy the slow
shit."
Mickey laughs and kisses him. "Love you."
"Love you too babe." Ian replies and he almost blurts out that Mandy and Dillon
are fucking... or dating... or whatever it is that they're doing.
Mandy needs to hurry up because Ian is drowning in guilt.
 
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Have you told him yet?
I will just give me sometime.
It's three more days Mandy.
Ian leans on his locker sighing at the text exchange and watches Dillon who is
about to walk by. "Dillon."
Dillon stops and walks towards Ian with a smile. "Whatsup red?"
"You really think fucking Mandy is the best decision?"
"Fuck!" Dillon curses and looks around. No doubt hoping Mickey didn't somehow
hear that. "Look, it just happened, alright? We met a couple of times at the
club and partied together. Next thing I know... i didn't plan this, alright?"
Ian shuts his locker and starts to leave. "Yo red," Dillon grabs him. "Not
gonna tell him, right? Because Mickey and I may be friends but I'm not what he
wants for his sister. "
Ian just looks at him. "I gave Mandy till the end of the week to tell him
herself. Same goes for you too. On Sunday I'm telling Mick. So you two decide
what you wanna do."
"Ian man, come on."
That has to be the first time Dillon's called him by his name. Ian just walks
away.
 
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That afternoon Ian sists on one of the benches during break, people watching
and trying not to think about how he's lying to his boyfriend. It's honestly
eating him up so bad and he can't wait for Sunday. Mickey walks out and heads
towards him with a smile.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Mickey takes a seat next to Ian. "What are you doing?"
Ian shrugs. "Nothing." He says nonchalantly scrolling through his phone. "Just
deciding if I should use this as my ringtone or not." He smirks cheekily at
Mickey.
"Play it. Let me hear it."
Ian does.
"Ian! WHAT THE FUCK!" Mickey shouts and tries reaching for the phone. Ian
however just stands up laughing and hides his phone. "When did you do that? You
are such... oh my God!" Mickey laughs and tries to get to the phone.
He can't believe Ian recorded him while they were having sex. "I get it, I'm
loud. Now delete that shit."
"Never!" Ian laughs when Mickey tackles him to the ground.
They roll around on the grass for a while until Mickey manages to grab the
phone. He goes back to the bench and looks for the recording immediately
getting rid of it.
"You're a fucking dick, you know that?" He pushes the phone towards Ian's chest
who is still laughing.
"You still gonna make out with me?"
"No. You're on probation."
Ian scoots closer and holds Mickey's chin turning his head towards him and
grazes their lips together. He then pecks him once, twice, until Mickey gives
in an deepens the kiss.
"Mmm..." Ian wraps his hands around Mickey's neck and pulls him closer.
Click.
"The fuck?" They pull away to see some guy walking away quickly with a camera.
Mickey chases after him. "Don't make me fucking run, I'm warning you."
Ian catches up to them when the guy stops.
Mickey steps closer and grabs the camera. "Why?"
"For the ballot?"
Mickey glances at Ian and then back at the guy baffled. It's Ian who speaks.
"Freddy, what ballot?"
"You guys are on the running for best couple."
"Since fucking when?"
Freddy shrugs. "Since the whole school thinks you're adorable." He smiles but
stops when he gets a glare from Mickey.
Mickey lifts the camera. "You will delete this photo or I smash the camera.
Which one will it be?"
"Delete. Definitely." Freddy takes the camera from Mickey and makes sure to
show the angry boy that he has indeed gotten rid of the photo.
Mickey turns to Ian after Freddy has left to find him smilling. "You like
this?"
"People think we are one of the best couples in school. Of course I do."
Mickey clicks his tongue. "This is why I was against this PDA shit."
Ian frowns. "You're seriously upset about this?"
Mickey looks at his boyfriend and he realises his being upset is unreasonable.
They love each other and are happy. People have noticed, so what?
He sighs. "No. It's okay. But no one votes for us. I'm drawing a line at the
voting part."
Ian takes his hand and pulls him close. "Okay."
 
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Mickey and Dillon get detention because of threatening the journalism club to
stop spreading word about Gallavich which is apparently their couple name. Ian
thought it was cute. Mickey had stormed away looking for Freddy. So now he's
walking home alone because Mandy has been avoiding him.
"Hi Ian!"
Ian groans. "You don't live under a rock Alvin. So I know you heard about
Gallavich."
"Yeah. I did. But, people break up all the time."
"You realise Mickey would totally kick your ass right?"
Alvin shrugs. "I'm not scared of him."
Ian looks at him and resists the urge to laugh. "You should be." Alvin is about
to reply but Ian changes direction. "See you at school Alvin!" He takes off.
 
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"These fucking idiots!" Mickey groans. They're just four in detention.
Dillon laughs. "You gotta admit, Gallavich is very creative."
Mickey gives him the finger. "I dont care." Dillon just laughs some more.
"I think they get the message. You ripped all the photos they had of you two
into pieces and made them delete any soft copies they had. You're definitely
out."
"Good."
"Is Ian as against this as you are?"
Mickey huffs. "No."
"Figures." Dillon clears his throat. "So umm, wanted to ask you something."
"Yeah?"
Dillon looks around but the teacher is outside. "Why are you so against the
idea of me dating Mandy?"
Well, that came out of nowhere. "What the hell? No Dillon. Just no. Why the
fuck would you even... You don't even fucking date. You go through girls
like..."
"Come on Mick, I've changed. You've seen I've changed."
Mickey tilts his head. "This is why you've been so fucking different? 'Cause
you wanna get with my sister?"
Dillon scratches his head. "It's not even like that man."
"There are like a hundrend other girls in this school Dillon. Lay off thoughts
about my sister. You and I, we're good. Don't ruin it, a'ight?"
Dillon sniffs and nods. "Yeah, yeah you're right."
 
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On Friday evening there's a basket ball game and the entire school attends.
Ian, Mickey, Mandy and Dillon take a bench on the third raw and settle in. Ian
takes Mickey's hand and entwine their fingers with a smile. God, he loves this
boy. He and Mandy exchange a look. She nods towards her brother and mouths
"please" Ian looks away.
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They take a break and the cheerleaders get the floor. After they're done the
head cheerleader announces that there's a hopeless romantic who is hoping to
convince the guy he likes to go out on a date with him.
"Aww, that's so sweet." Ian, Mandy and a few more people chorus.
Of course Ian's heart drops when fucking Alvin appears with a stupid radio. He
glances at an oblivious Mickey, worried.
"This is for you Ian Gallagher."
Ian flinches when Mickey turns to him so fast his neck makes a paniful sound.
He lets go of Ian's hand when Joe's Good girls starts playing. When the word
girl comes up it's subtituted by the word 'boy' off key.
"Mick, I swear, I didn't... I don't even know him!"
Mickey narrows his eyes at him.
Why are all the good boys taken everytime. Why do I keep falling for, Someone
else's dime. Everytime I say hello, Then they say goodbye. So why are all you
good boys, Taken everytime.
"I didn't do anything to encourage this babe." Ian tries again.
Mickey gets up angrily and majority of the students take out their phones.
Everyone knows you don't fuck with Mickey.
Alvin takes a step back but tries not to cower when Mickey gets closer. The guy
inhales sharply when Mickey grabs the radio from the floor and lifts it up. The
student body gasps expecting Alvin to get bashed in the head but Mickey drops
the machine forcefully next to his feet, hitting one of his legs and instantly
cutting off the noise as the radio breaks apart.
He spits next to Alvin who is lying on the floor holding onto his foot and then
swaggers out of the gym lighting a cigarette.
The school breaks out in laughter when Alvin and his broken radio limp to the
nearest seat so the game can continue.
Ian exhales and turns to Dillon and Mandy. "Well, that was Alvin and I have
never touched him, not even to shake his hand in greeting. You fucked his
sister." He stands. "Tommorow is Saturday. Just a reminder."
"Fuck."
Dillon curses behind him but Ian just heads out of the gym in search of his
hopefully not mad boyfriend.
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter Notes
     Relatively short but won't keep you waiting for the next one.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
By the time Ian catches up to mickey he is way outside of school grounds
leaning against a tree still smoking. He jogs towards him and stands catching
his breath. Mickey just watches him with narrowed eyes, smoking silently.
"How many of those have you had?" Ian gestures at the cigarette. He doesn't get
a reply. "You mad?"
Mickey throws his finished stick to the ground and exhales smoke through his
nose. He thumbs his lower lip and Ian waits him out.
"Who is he?"
"A new classmate I guess."
"What made him think he could pull that shit?"
Ian shrugs. "How am I supposed to know that Mick?"
Mickey glares at him. "You encourage him?"
"No." Ian steps towards him and grabs the lower part of his T-shirt. "No. I
would never.". Mickey nods but doesn't say anything instead watching him
intently.
"You're mine. No one else's, mine."
Ian nods and gets even closer so their crotches are touching. "So we good?
Because I'm going away for the weekend and I can't have you being mad at me."
Mickey frowns, hard. His eyebrows coming together. "The fuck does that mean?"
Ian puts his hands under his shirt and touches his skin to calm him down. "It's
just two days babe. Will be back before you know it. It's just some friendly
game tomorrow in Michigan."
"It's not even that fucking far. Why not go tommorow and come back the same
day?" Mickey scowls at him.
"I don't know. It's just what coach said."
Mickey chews on his bottom lip. "We've never been apart Ian."
Ian kisses him softly. "I know. And I will miss you like hell."
Mickey still looks unerved so Ian pulls him in for a kiss. It's slow and sweet
and deep and it takes both their breaths away.
"Fuck I love you." Ian moans touching their foreheads.
"You fucking better. No one even glances fucking sideways at you. You got
that?"
Ian cackles. "Yeah, I got that. Same goes for you too."
Mickey grunts and pulls him in for another kiss.
Saying goodbye for the both of them is hard even though Ian is just going away
for the weekend. He's looking forward to a game outside of their school, but
he's not looking forward to being away from his boyfriend.
Mickey on the other hard, it's hard not to feel like a pussy because he already
misses Ian and the redhead hasn't even walked away yet. This is what happens
when you grow up together all your lives without having spent a single day
apart.
 
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The rest of his siblings go to bed and it's just Mickey and Mandy in the living
room watching.... whatever they're watching. Mickey's too busy missing the
boyfriend who hasn't texted yet and he was supposed to as soon as they arrived.
"You're moping."
"Fuck off 'm not."
"Yeah, you are." Mandy insists. Mickey doesn't say anything. "Just fuck off to
Ian's already! Jesus."
"He left." Mickey mumbles.
"Left."
"Yeah Mandy. Left. Gone. For the weekend. They have a friendly game in fucking
Michigan!"
"Jesus Christ Mick. You're acting like he's never coming back. I mean yeah you
too have been inseparable since you were kids but still..." Mickey just twists
his lips and re-focuses his attention to the TV. "So umm..." Mandy clears her
throat and Mickey stares at her suspiciously.
"What?"
"When is he coming back?"
"Sunday. Why the fuck do you care?"he snaps.
"He's my friend too!" She avoids his eyes and fidgets.
She's being major suspicious right now but today Mickey doesn't have the energy
to care. "'M going to bed. See you tomorrow dick breath."
He walks into his room and closes his room. He gets under the covers fully
dresses and lies on Ian's side of his bed. Just as he's drifting off he gets a
call.
"Hey Mick!"
"Hey." Mickey can't help the smile that forms effortlessly on his lips.
"Miss me yet?"
"Fuck no." Mickey jokes. "Already forgotten u exist."
...
"Ian I'm kidding."
Ian gives a strained chuckle on the other end. "I... I know I just... I know."
Mickey adjusts on the bed so he's leaning on the headboard comfortably. "Miss
you so fucking much. You get there safely?"
Ian yawns. "Yeah. Just settled in the hotel room. I'm sharing with Mason." He
sniggers.
For once Mickey remembers a name. The only guy to ever hit him and get away
with it. "How is the bed?"
"Eh. I like yours better."
Mickey smiles. "I doubt my bed is better than a hotel room's Ian."
"It can't be better. You're not in it."
Mickey's chest tightens and he feels warmth go up and down his body. "Fuck, I
miss you." He hears a lot of yelling in the background before Ian comes back
on.
"Have to turn in. Miss you too and I love you so much babe. Will call you
tomorrow alright? And we'll text when I can."
"'Kay."
...
"Hang up Mickey." Ian whispers.
"Waiting on ya." Mickey replies as he gets under the covers.
"Okay, we both hang up on the count of three." Ian starts. "One. Two. Three!"
Mickey hangs up and stares at the phone. It rings immediately. "Ian?"
"I can't believe you hanged up on me." Mickey can hear Ian is pouting on the
other end.
He chuckles lightly his feelings for the other man intensifying immensely. "I'm
sorry." He apologizes. "You hang up then."
Ian sighs loudly and tells Mickey how much he loves him one last time. He still
doesn't hang up until there's more yelling. Mickey assumes it's the coach. When
Ian finally does hang up Mickey snuggles closer to his pillow and sniffs it
with a smile on his face his mood so, much better.
 
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On Saturday morning it's a full house during breakfast. This puts an unwavering
smile on their mother's face. There's chatter and laughter as they eat and
talk. Everything is all going great until it all goes to shit. When their
mother joins them, Mickey notices she won't stop staring at him. When he can't
take it anymore he voices it.
"You're freaking me out ma."
His mother leans back at looks pointedly at his gloved hands. Mickey's heart
starts to thump loudly in his chest.
"I think you've worn those for long enough, don't you?"
"Oh shit." Iggy curses next to him.
"You got tattooed like your brother didn't you?" She gestures at Iggy.
Mickey fidgets uncomfortably. His mother reaches for his hands but he pulls
them back.
"Mikhailo Aleksandr Milkovich, take those things off, right now!"
Suddenly all his siblings announce they have one thing or another to do and
they disperse like roaches under a light. Mickey watches them all leave the
house and then turns back to his mother chewing on his bottom line nervously.
"So you got 'beat down' tattoos, I don't get why, but you did it. Why do you
have to hide them? Do you see me asking Iggy?"
"No." Mickey looks at his plate.
"Off."
Mickey inhales deeply and shuts his eyes. He then pulls off the fingerless
gloves, very slowly. He starts with the U-UP hand and watches as his mother
frowns in confusion. But she doesn't say anything waiting patiently for him to
reveal the second hand. He takes another deep breath and uncovers his right
hand.
His mother gasps in shock, a hand to her chest. "Mikhailo!"
"Ma, hear me out."
"You know how I feel about cursing but you go and permanently..." She trails
off and looks at him.
And there it is. The look Mickey has been dreading for practically a year. He
would rather have his mother angry and whopping him with her stick than the
look of disappointment she's giving him right now.
"Ma, I got..." I got high on weed? Got drunk and got tattooed? He's fucked
either way. "It was a drunken mistake ma. I'm sor..."
He doesn't get to finish that sentence because his mother gets up and retreates
to her bedroom.
"Great."
Mickey throws the gloves across the room angrily. He gets up and opens the door
to finds his siblings evesdropping.
"Shit Mickey, that's rough." Joey states.
Mickey just ignores them all and walks away. He starts to head towards the
Gallagher home but remembers Ian isn't around so he changes course and heads
towards the abandoned buildings. He sists by the egde and glances around.
It feels so weird being here without Ian. He takes out his phone. He needs his
boyfriend to make him feel better and assure him it's all going to be okay. He
sends him a text.
Mom found out about the tattoos
He sniffs and puts his phone away. He knows he won't get a reply any time soon
considering today is game day.
 
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When an hour goes by with still having heard nothing from Ian, he heads over to
the Northside to see Dillon. It's on a Saturday so Dillon and his crew have to
be over there shooting the shit. He steps out of the L and lights a cigarette
walking towards the _ mansion. When he rings the bell one of Dillon's guys
opens the door with a big smile that dies as soon as he sets his eyes on him.
"Mickey! What... You're here!"
Mickey glares at him. "No need to fucking shout Jack. Move." Jack doesn't move.
Mickey steps back and raises an eyebrow. "We got a problem?"
Jack shakes his head vehemently. "No... No. What?" He steps aside with a fake
chuckle.
Mickey walks in and says hi to the other three who all look at him like he's a
ghost or some shit. He chooses to forget their weirdness and takes a swing from
the bottle of Jack on the coffee table.
"Where's Dillon?"
Silence.
"Okay, what the fuck's up with you dicks?" Mickey looks around. He stands up
and clicks his tongue. "You know what, never mind." He stands heading up the
stairs.
"Mickey don't go up there." Jack calls.
Mickey finds that extremely weird. He stops and turns to look at the guy.
"Why?"
It's not the first time either of them have walked in on Dillon balls deep in
some slut. So he doesn't understand what the big fucking deal is.
"Just..." Jack fidgets in place. "You're not gonna like... Just don't."
Okay now his attention is picked. He smirks at Jack and continues his journey
up the stairs. He heads straight to Dillon's bedroom and kicks it open.
"SURPRISE MOTHERF... Mandy?!"
Chapter End Notes
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     Reading other people's works and comparing to mine I realize that I
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     But with me being African and everything, anything I know about the
     US is what I've seen on TV or read. So even small details such as
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***** Chapter 16 *****
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Mickey shuts his eyes tightly hoping when he opens them it will be to a
different sight but nope. That’s Mandy and Dillon. In bed. Naked. Together.
“WHAT. THE. FUCK?” he swallows trying to register if what he's seeing is
actually happening.
He's half tempted to pinch himself and confirm he's not dreaming. His speaking
seems to bring Mandy and Dillon to react. They finally stop staring at Mickey
with their shocked faces and start talking at the same time. Mandy pulls the
sheet around herself about to get up but Mickey is not paying her any mind
right now. He's looking at Dillon. His close friend who had agreed to stay away
from his sister. Who had agreed he wouldn’t make Mandy one of his hit and runs.
“You fucking…”
Mickey dashes towards him and Dillon covers his crotch with a pillow and gets
off the bed trying to placate Mickey. Mickey on the other just seems to notice
his nakedness even more pulling his attention towards the fact that this
asshole actually had the nerve to fuck his sister.
“Mickey… Mickey listen…”
Mickey only gets one punch in before Jack and the rest hold him back.
“Fucking let me go!” he yells glaring at them.
“Can't do that Mickey.” Jack says standing between Mickey and Dillon.
“Mick please listen. It's not what you think.” Mandy finally speaks up.
That just makes Mickey even madder and his ears start ringing. He just wants to
wrap his hands around Dillon’s neck and keep squeezing till the fucker is out
of breath. What gives him the right to put Mandy in the same category as all
those other sluts in school? He's led outside the room by Jack and the rest and
he pushes them off. He’s walking out when Dillon catches up to him by the door.
“Mickey.”
“Don’t take another fucking step Dillon or I swear to God.”
“We were going to tell you. We promised Ian we would do it by tomorrow. We were
going to tell you.”
Mickey turns around to face Dillon with a deep frown. He can feel his head
already starting to throb. “What?”
Dillon nods and swallows visibly. He takes a step towards Mickey and the guys
move with him just in case. “Yeah. We were.”
Mickey rubs his eyes with his thumb and fore finger. “No, not that part. You're
telling me Ian knows? He knows about you and Mandy.”
“Shit.” Dillon curses. “Fuck, no. I mean yes. He was going to tell you…”
        Mickey doesn’t hear anything else. His mind goes blank and he stumbles
back. He turns around and walks out and away from Dillon’s house. Ian knew. Ian
fucking knew Dillon and Mandy were fucking but he didn’t tell him? Why? Ian has
never lied to him. Why would he keep something so big from him? Ian knows how
opposed Mickey has been to Mandy and Dillon hooking up. He knows how Mickey
feels about this and yet kept it from him? He sniffs and heads out to the
nearest bar. Of all the people to lie and betray him he never would have
imagined that Ian would be one of them. Heck, he didn’t even trust Mandy as
much as he trusted Ian. He loved and trusted Ian with every inch of him. So to
find out Ian kept this from him, took Mandy's side, it's just not settling well
with Mickey. It fucking hurts to think Ian would betray him like this.
And of course Ian calls when Mickey doesn’t want to hear from him. He
immediately hangs up. He enters the first bar he sees and flashes his fake i.d
ordering a pitcher of beer. This has not been a good day. And Mickey just wants
to forget it all. Ian calls four more times but Mickey hangs up every time. And
he will keep doing it until his stupid boyfriend gets the fucking message.
 
 
                                                                               
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      They won the game! Ian is in a great mood and so is the coach and the
rest of the team. His team mates head out to celebrate but Ian just wants to
take a shower and call his boyfriend and share this wonderful news with him. He
also hasn’t been able to talk to him all day and he just wants to hear Mickey's
soothing voice. As soon as he gets out of the shower and throws a T-Shirt and
clean boxers on, he reaches for his phone that he had left under his pillow.
They had been under strict instructions not to carry their phones in the field.
He finds a couple of missed calls from Mickey and he immediately calls him back
with a smile. He lies on the pillow and braces himself for the person he's
craving but immediately the phone starts ringing it gets cut off on the other
end. He frowns. Mickey must have pressed the end call button by mistake so he
tries again. Same thing happens. Ian sits up worried.
“What the fuck.”
He calls a few more times but each time Mickey hangs up. Ian swallows the lump
growing in his throat and he shoots Mickey a text.
                                  Everything OK Mick?”
                                 Quit fucking calling me.
Ian blinks down at the reply. So he really was hanging up? But why? The last
they’d talked was last night and they had ended things in good terms, what the
fuck had changed between then and now? He tries sending another text. That’s
when he sees the one Mickey sent hours ago.
                              Mom found out about the tattoos.
“Shit.” She must not have reacted very well and now Mickey is out there hurting
and Ian isn’t there. He sends another text.
                             Babe, I'm sorry I didn’t pick up when u called.
Coach said to leave our phones in the room. Are you OK?
He chews his fingers waiting to see if he will get a reply but three minutes
later and still nothing. he exhales a shaky breath and risks another phone
call. This time is goes straight to voice mail. Surely Mickey understands why
Ian couldn’t be there for him, right? Or did he do something else he's unaware
of? Ian places his phone on the stand and stares at it. What did he do? He
sniffs and blinks back unshed tears.
There goes his good mood.
He drops on his pillow and braces himself for a terrible night. He's just
finished coming up with reason number 14 as to why Mickey would be mad when he
gets a text from Mandy.
                               He knows you knew Ian. I'm sorry.
Well, that explains that.
 
 
                                                                             
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              On Sunday evening Ian gets dropped off by the school bus and he
walks inside his house. He hugs Fiona who is the only one home and goes
upstairs to put away his gear. If he's being honest he's scared out of his
fucking mind. This is exactly what he'd been afraid of. He should have just
told Mickey as soon as he found out. God, Ian hated when Mickey was mad at him.
His boyfriend’s phone was still off. he was clearly still mad at Ian and it
sucks. It always hurts when Mickey is mad at him or cold towards him for
whatever reason. He takes a deep breath and drops on his bed. He wonders if he
should head over to Mickey's or wait it out. He hears footsteps come up the
stairs but he doesn’t open his eyes.
“Ian, my boy. Got any weed for your old man?”
Ian groans and gets up with effort. He checks under Lip’s pillow and pulls out
two blunts handing them to his father. Frank salutes him and bumps into Mandy
on his way out. Ian glares at her.
“Not in the mood Mandy.” How did she even know he was home?
“I told Fiona to text me when you showed up.” She answers picking up on his
silent question. “Ian I am so sorry. I swear to you me and Dillon had already
agreed to talk to Mickey today like you told us to. But then Mickey found me
and Dillon in bed over at his house...”
“WHAT?!” Mandy nods. “Shit.” It's even worse than Ian thought. “Wait, so how
did he know I knew if none of you told him?”
“Dillon amidst his apologies let it slip. Ian…”
“I knew this would happen. I just knew this would happen. He's not going to be
mad at you. You will get the silent treatment at most. Me on the other hand,"
he sighs. “it feels like fucking betrayal to him, I'm sure. And now he won't
even let me explain. Just… leave Mandy. I kind of don’t want to see you right
now.”
“I didn’t mean to put you in this position Ian.”
“Well, you did.” He manages to be impassive to the heartbroken look on her
face. She walks out reluctantly and Ian drops back on the bed with a loud sigh.
 
 
                                                                           
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            Mickey avoids everyone for the next three days. He avoids Ian, he
avoids Dillon and he avoids his sister. They all try to talk to him at one
point or another but Mickey just walks away. He doesn’t want to hear what they
have to say. He is still feeling hurt and betrayed and he just needs sometime
away from all three.
 
 
                                                                               
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“Mikhailo sit.”
Mickey watches his mother warily. On Wednesday he's on his way out and is
walking past the kitchen when his mother commands him to take a sit at the
table.
“Ma.”
“What is wrong?”
Mickey blinks at his mother. She had been extremely quiet and he had decided to
give her her space. And with his mother mad, and his boyfriend betraying him,
Mickey wasn’t in the right state of mind right now. But he didn’t expect her to
take notice.
“I'm sorry ma.” He decides to apologise. His mother looks at his hands but
doesn’t say anything.
“Is that the only thing that’s making you upset?” he shakes his head. “Talk to
me.” He takes a deep breath when she squeezes his hand.
“Someone betrayed me and it's hurting more than I thought it would.” His mother
rolls her eyes trying not to smile.
“What did Ian do?” she asks with a soft smile and he gives one of his own. He
doesn’t even know why he bothered to omit his name.
“He kept something from me.”
“You two don’t have any secrets between you?”
“No. but even if we did this is something he should have told me.”
She nods. “What did he say when you asked why he lied?”
Mickey bites his lower lip. “I'm avoiding him.”
His mother tilts her head. “Mikhailo. At least give your boyfriend a chance to
explain. He might make sense. I don’t think Ian would ever really hurt you on
purpose.”
“Okay.” he says softly.
She smiles back. “Good.”
She stares at him for too long until Mickey starts to get uncomfortable.
Suddenly she hits his knuckles with her table spoon and Mickey jumps up with a
yell clasping his hand painfully.
“MA!”
She just sips her tea with a smile and Mickey glares at her before walking out.
He closes the door behind him and blows on his knuckles. Demn his mother and
all this surprise hitting.
“Mick.”
He gasps in surprise when Mandy appears out of nowhere. He scowls at her.
“Mick, I know what you must be thinking but… it's more than just sex.” He
stares at her in disbelief. “Yeah, I know. he's a slut, I'm a slut. But listen,
for two months it's been just us. We don’t know what we are yet but we want to
figure it out.”
“Two months.” he nods and waits for it to sink in. “You’ve been fucking Dillon
behind my back for two months.” he states quietly.
“Yeah. But it's more than that. And he's trying to change for me. You have to
stop being mad at us because we can't move forward knowing you’re like this.”
"You decided to start up whatever this is without my consent. Why the fuck do
you want it now?"
"Mickey..."
“You made a liar out of my boyfriend!”
“About that Mickey, he wanted to tell you. As soon as he found out he wanted to
tell you. I'm the one who stopped him.” Mickey scoffs and walks past her.
“Mickey Ian didn’t do anything wrong!”
He begs to differ.
 
 
                                                                               
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    Ian gets home from school and drops his bag on the kitchen floor taking a
seat at the counter.
“Hey kiddo.” He grunts in reply. “Mickey still mad at you?” he nods. “Why not
just explain yourself?” Fiona asks putting on oven mitts.
“It's kinda hard to do that when he literally runs from me everytime we bump
into each other.” He rubs both hands across his face. “Last time I lie to him,
that’s for sure. Fuck, this sucks.” He lays his cheek on the counter and closes
his eyes.
“It's going to be fine. He’ll come around.”
Ian is not too hopeful.
    That night he keeps turning and turning restlessly in his bed, missing his
boyfriend’s presence. This has to stop. He fucking hates this. He went on a
trip where he missed Mickey for every second he was away, hoping to have him
back in his arms as soon as he was back. He can't take this anymore. He can't
take Mickey being mad at him. He gets out of bed and puts on his sweats. He
then walks out of his house slowly trying not to wake up anyone and treks to
the Milkovich house.
Ian is let in by Iggy and he heads over to Mickey's room. He opens the door
very quietly. Mickey is sleeping facing the wall. Fuck, Ian has missed him. He
gets in bed behind Mickey and puts a hand around his waist. He feels Mickey
tense but he doesn’t pull away. He knows he's risking being pushed off the bed
but he does it anyway.
“You lied to me.” Mickey finally says so quietly Ian almost misses it.
“I'm sorry babe, but it's much more complicated than that.”
Mickey inhales and thinks about Ian's words. And Mandy's. he's still mad at
Ian, very mad but at the end of the day his body next to his still brings the
immense comfort Mickey has been lacking. He pushes back so they're even closer.
“Should have told me.”
“I know.” Ian starts. “And I was going to. You have to believe me. I gave them
both until Sunday to tell you or I was going to do it myself. I promise you it
was killing me. Knowing I was keeping that from you was killing me.” He
breathes. “but you care about them so I gave them a chance to come clean
themselves.” He pulls Mickey closer who shivers. “I never meant to hurt you.”
He whispers.
Mickey turns in his arms and they look at each other. “I'm sorry.” Ian repeats.
“I miss you.” He caresses Mickey's cheek. “Please stop being mad at me. I can't
take it anymore.” He runs his hand up and down Mickey's naked back soothingly.
Mickey sniffs. “Next time…”
“There won't be a next time.” Ian quickly interrupts.
Mickey nods and sighs his breath fanning Ian. “Okay.”
…
“I really do believe you should give their relationship a chance though. I
think it's more than just physical.”
This time Ian does get pushed off the bed.
 
 
                                                                               
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    The following day Ian and Mickey are walking out of school grounds when
Dillon catches up to them.
“Mickey. Come on. we need to talk about this eventually I really like Mandy.”
“Dillon this probably isn’t the right time…”
Ian doesn’t even finish that sentence. Mickey punches Dillon so hard he
stumbles backwards. “That’s for fucking my sister!”
Dillon spits blood on the ground and glares at Mickey. “Dammit Mickey! your
sister is not a kid anymore. She knows what she wants and I didn’t fucking take
advantage of her. I care about her so please fucking stop already!”
“Fuck you.”
Mickey growls and jumps on Dillon both of them landing on the ground. They
start wrestling and Ian tries his best to pull them apart but after getting
elbowed in the ribs twice he sits down and watches them instead. They probably
need this anyway. They finally stop fighting and start yelling.
“I have fucking changed and you know it!”
“Doesn't fucking matter! There are a hundred other girls in this mother fucking
school!”
“I don’t want them, I want her!”
Mickey growls and when he tries reaching for Dillon again this time Ian holds
him back.
“Dillon walk away. Please.” Ian tells him. Dillon nods and spits one last time
before walking. “Hey, hey.” He whispers in Mickey's ear until the latter calms
down. “You're making a scene.” He lets go of him and they start walking home.
“Maybe you should let them be, you know. They're both grown. You can't really
keep them apart. Doesn’t matter how mad you are.”
“He hurts her…”
“Then I'll help you beat his ass.”
“I just wish someone, fucking anyone trusted me enough to let me know.”
Ian wants to point out no one wanted to tell him because they were afraid of
how he would react. With good reason too. But he keeps that to himself.
 
 
                                                                               
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Everything goes back to normal after that. Mickey doesn’t talk to Dillon but he
finally accepts that what he has with Mandy is happening. And their own
relationship is back to normal as far as Ian can see. They’re talking again and
laughing again. So far so good. What they haven’t done in a week though, is get
off in any way. That’s why when they get in Mickey's bed that night Ian
immediately attacks his lips. Mickey kisses back and Ian doesn’t hesitate to
put a hand in his boxers.
It's not until Ian is busy thrusting inside him that he feels something is off.
He looks down at Mickey. His eyes are shut tight and he's biting his lip but
he's otherwise unresponsive. This is not how his boyfriend usually is during
sex and Ian can't help but feel something is wrong. He continues his
ministrations and that’s when it comes to him. He hasn’t gotten a single squeak
out of his usually loud boyfriend. He wonders what he's doing wrong. He speeds
up and thrusts harder, upping his game but still nothing. Ian pauses and Mickey
opens his eyes.
“What?”
“Are you okay?” Ian asks.
“Yeah. Why’d you stop?”
“You're not enjoying this.”
“I am.”
Ian frowns down at him. He’s lying. “No you're not.”
Mickey sighs irritably. “Nothing’s fucking wrong. Are we doing this or what?”
He snaps and Ian leans back. The cold retort hurts like a punch to the throat.
He quickly pulls out and gets off the bed looking around for his clothes.
“Where are you going?”
Ian swallows and ignores the pain in his stomach. “No one is forcing you to
fuck me Mickey.”
“Ian…” Mickey calls but Ian leaves anyway banging the door behind him. “Fuck.”
Chapter End Notes
     Big up to Gemmavich for the formatting tips. thanks dear!!
***** Chapter 17 *****
Chapter Notes
     I am so sorry for the delay guys. So sorry. :(
Ian cries all the way home. He feels like he's being stubbed repeatedly due to
how much he's hurting. His chest aches, his throat aches from trying to swallow
down the lump. Of all the times Ian has gotten hurt before it didn't feel this
bad. It wasn't this fucking painful. Mickey, his boyfriend just made him feel
so... so God demn cheap. He feels fucking humiliated and... Fuck. He doesn't
even bother taking off his clothes as he gets in his bed and under the covers.
He sniffs and takes long steady breathes. Sleep comes soon after and Ian is
grateful for the distraction. 

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The next day when Ian gets to class the first thing he sees is Mickey seated on
his desk which is right next to Ian's. The events of last night replay in his
mind and Ian doesn't think he will ever get over it. He ignores Mickey's
apologetic look and reverses out of the class. 
He spends the rest of the day in the library. 
He makes sure to avoid his boyfriend for the rest of the day. He can't see him.
Not yet. All he does is bring back the pain all over again and Ian is all cried
out. That is not something Ian would have ever pictured Mickey doing to him. No
matter how mad he is. It was downright cruel. 
Ian is immersed in his biology book when someone seats across from him. He
groans and starts getting his stuff together. 
"Ian don't. Please hear me out." 
"I don't ever want to hear anything from you." 
Mandy scratches at her bangs in frustration. "Ian please, talk to me." He
glares at her. "I am so, so fucking sorry."
Ian thinks about how he begged her to tell Mickey. He thinks about how they
waited till the last fucking minute. He thinks about what happened last night
and her presence just makes him angrier. 
"Mandy, fuck off." 
"Ian please don't be like this." She pleads with tears in her eyes but Ian is
having a hard time being empathetic. "He already took you back. He forgave
you."
"Is that what you think?" 
Mandy blinks at him clearly confused. "I thought..."
Ian puts everything in his bag and gets up. "Mick and I have fought and
disagreed before. That's not new. But you fucked up big time Mandy, you've come
between us now. Because you lied about your stupid fucking relationship Mickey
can't even..." Last night's pain is awoken all over again and he can feel he's
ten seconds away from crying. Again. "Stay the fuck away from me Mandy. Your
apologies are only making things worse." 

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Mickey feels terrible. He feels so bad he can't even put in words. What he did
to Ian, was hurtful and so cruel he can only imagine what his boyfriend must be
feeling. Why didn't he just come clean and tell Ian that he wasn't okay? Why
did he pretend to be fine about the whole Mandy and Dillon situation? Why
didn't he turn down the sex? Why, why, why, fucking why?
He kicks the foot of the bed in frustration. 
It doesn't matter that Ian lied. He didn't deserve that. He drops on the bed
and stares at the ceiling. Why was he even letting this affect him so much?
Dillon was right. Mandy is not a kid. And if it's not Dillon having sex with
her it would be some other asshole looking to use her. At least Dillon was his
friend, someone he trusted. Or used to trust. And they both claim its more than
sex, and Mickey has noticed changes in his bad boy friend. 
"Fuck." He rubs a hand across his face. 
He shouldn't be mad at Ian at all. He tried to tell him. He said keeping it
from him was killing him. It hadn't been easy. It just hurt so bad thinking
that Ian had betrayed him because he was the only person Mickey trusted 100%.
But he's making his boyfriend suffer and for what? Just because Mandy and
Dillon are fucking? That's none of his business. Their relationship has nothing
to do with his relationship. 
But he had been blindsided and that's what made everything worse. 
He sits up and comes to a conclusion. He shouldn't have hurt Ian like that. The
redhead didn't deserve it. Not one bit. He needs to make shit right. Ian hasn't
come to school for three days now and he can't even look at Mickey when they
bump into each other. These separation has gone on for long enough. He needs
things to go back to the way they were. 
He needs to apologise and hope that Ian will forgive him. He hopes that this
won't affect their sex life in the near future. God, he had acted like such a
fucking asshole. That's not how you treat someone you love. 
He grabs a cigarette and lighter from the night table and walks out of his
room. He looks around trying to spot his mom so he can dash out unseen. His
mother has been hitting him once a day, on any part of his body for the last
week. It was his punishment and he got it, but he just hoped it would end
sometime soon.
He quickly runs out when he sees it's just his idiot brothers watching TV. 
"The fuck you doing out here?" He sists next to his sister who's seated in the
steps. 
"Thinking." 
"'Bout what, your stupid boyfriend?" 
"He's not..." Mandy starts to defend Dillon but finds Mickey smirking at her.
"Wait, does this mean you're okay with it? With us?" 
Mickey shrugs. "Been thinking about it. 'Snot worth it." 
"What isn't?" 
"Me being angry about the whole thing." He exhales from his nose and takes
another puff. "It's your life, you can do whatever the fuck you want. I'm
just..." He sucks on his teeth. "It's driving a wedge between me and Ian and I
can't live without him, so..." 
"Huh." Mandy leans on her elbows. "You really should make things right though.
Sucks that he won't even talk to me. He's so mad. He blames me for your anger
which is accurate, but still..." She sighs. "I feel terrible for bringing him
into this." She grabs the stick from his lips. 
They sit there for a while sharing the cigarette in silence, watching as people
and vehicles pass by. 

                       * ~ * ~ * ~ *

Ian is sited on his front porch with Liam feeding him fruits when Mickey's
mother calls his name. 
"Yeah?" 
She walks towards them. "How are you?" 
"Fine." He tries to smile at her but he can't even gather the energy to do that
right. 
"Look at your little brother, he's adorable." 
This time he smiles when Liam opens his mouth wide for another spoon feed.
"Yeah." He looks up at her. "How about you, are you okay?"
She chuckles and sits next to them. Ian gladly makes space for the woman he has
come to consider as his own mother. 
"I'm fine. Life's good. Can't complain." He nods. "So, haven't seen you around
in a while." 
Ian goes back to feeding Liam. "Yeah."
"Everything okay?"
He sighs deeply and puts the pudding down. He leans forward with his elbows on
his knees and decides to confide in her. 
"Mandy is dating Mickey's friend from school,"
"Dillon." She states.
Ian looks at her in surprise. "Yeah Dillon. And Mick found out before anyone
told him so everything got all fu... messed up." 
"Huh. Okay. So what does all that have to do with you?" 
"I knew."
"But you didn't tell him. So this is what he was referring to."
"What?" 
"So now you're fighting?" 
Ian nods with a grimace. "And it's really bad." 
"Eh. I wouldn't worry too much about it." 
Ian doesn't think so. "I think he hates me. He has gotten mad before but never
this mad mama Milkovich." 
She takes his hand. "When you guys were younger, I knew that you wanna going to
be friends for a long, long time. And I had a feeling you were going to end up
together too at some point." She laughs. "The way you guys were with each
other, protective and jealous of anyone who came between you at such a young
age." She squeezes his hand and smiles at him. "I could have predicted this.
Your relationship." 
Ian laughs. "I really do love him." 
"I know that. And he loves you too. He would never hate you. Okay, I'm going to
tell you something." Ian is all ears. "Do you remember when Mickey failed his
first grade finals and he couldn't proceed to second grade?" 
"Of course I do. I felt so bad for him." He frowns. "Though if I remember
correctly, he didn't seem to torn up about it." 
"No. He wasn't. You wanna know why?" 
"Why?"
"Now, he never came right out and told me but I'm his mother so of course I
figured it out. He did it on purpose." 
Ian scoffs. "Why would he fail on purpose? It makes no sense."
"He wanted to still be in the first grade when school opened the next year."
"Again, that makes no sense." 
"Doesn't it?" She asks then gets up. She kisses him on the forehead and walks
away. "He would never hate you Ian." She says over her shoulder. "Think about
it." 
Ian scoffs again and shakes his head. "Why would Mickey want to redo the first
grade?" He asks Liam who has finished the pudding but managed to get it all
over himself. He picks his little brother up and they walk inside. He can't
stop thinking about what mama Milkovich said.
"Ian, what the hell!" Fiona yells as she takes in Liam.
"Calm down. It's advisable to let kids feed themselves."
Fiona clicks her tongue. "Now I have to wash him. Again." Ian rolls his eyes.
It's not the hardest task. "Steve is coming for dinner. So go to the kitchen
while I clean up your mess."
It's during dinner while his family is chattering away and laughing that it
hits him.
"He stayed back for me!" He shouts. Everyone turns to look at him. "He failed
his finals so we could be in the same grade!"
Lip rolls his eyes and everyone else just shakes their heads before
conversation starts up again. Ian is beyond excited. He can't help but feel
touched. Mickey, at such a young age, had done that. He had cared about Ian so
much he failed his exams on purpose!
This revelation doesn't make the hurt dissapear, but it does makes it dissipate
just a little bit. It makes him feel so much better and he's ready to hear
Mickey out. If his boyfriend is ready to talk.

                   * ~ * ~ * ~ * 

When Mickey wakes up in the morning it's to find his mother hugging Jamie and
Colin.
"What's going on?" He asks concerned when he sees tears in his mother's eyes." 
She sniffs and wipes at her face with a handkerchief. "They're moving out. My
babies." She cries and hugs them again. 
"Ma." His older brothers whine but hug her back. 
"Dibs on their room!" Mickey shouts and rushes into his bedroom. 
He grabs his mattress and drags it into the now empty bedroom. His idiot
brothers swept it clean except for the queen size bed, without the mattress. He
looks at his own and knows it's not gonna fit. 
"Ma!" 
"You can buy one after school!" She shouts back aware of what he's asking. 
He moves the rest of his stuff in there regardless. When Joey moved out Iggy
now had the room they shared. Now Jamie and Colin were moving out so Mickey
could have a bigger, spacious room to himself too. He smiles to himself when he
looks around. He can't wait for Ian to see it. 
"Ian. Dammit." 
He needs to make up with his boyfriend sooner rather than later. 

                 * ~ * ~ * ~ * 

Mickey walks to school with Mandy. He gets into class and stares forlornly at
Ian who makes it his mission to sit on the other side of all their classes.
There is another basket ball game that evening. Mandy sits between Mickey and
Dillon. He's doing a great job of pretending his now sister's boyfriend doesn't
exist. Mickey tries to reign in his jealousy when he sees Ian sited between
Trent and Logan chatting it up.
It takes Mandy punching him on the thigh to bring him back to earth and stop
him from staring daggers at fucking Trent. Why is Ian even sitting with him?
Asshole tried to steal his presidency in junior high.
"Mick..."
"Shut the fuck up."
Mickey silences Dillon. He's not ready to forgive him just yet. Or hear him, or
even look at him. He glances subtly at Ian while he chews his bottom lip raw
the entire time. He's almost about to leave this damn gym when some cheerleader
calls everyone's attention. 
"As you all know, voting has been going on for best couple." The student body
claps. "The competition was really tight but the results are in. As voted by
you all, best couple in school, is Ian and Mickey! a.k.a GALLAVICH!" 
"God fucking demnit." 
Mickey curses and ignores all the smiles been thrown his way. His attention is
captured when Ian storms out of the gym. He quickly shoots up and follows him. 
"Guys! Guys, you can't leave just yet. There's...." 
Mickey doesn't hear the rest of that sentence. He needs to find his boyfriend. 
                         * ~ * 
He -predictably- finds Ian in the dugouts. It takes him a while to get there
but when he does his heart breaks at the sight of a crying Ian. The red head
sniffs and turns around trying to wipe off his tears. 
"Ian." 
"That was bullshit!" Ian cries. "Best couple, best couple, we're not even a
fucking couple anymore!"
Mickey stops in his tracks. "You breaking up with me?" He hates how his voice
cracks. 
Ian glares at him. "Are you?" 
"Nev... never. I'd be nothing without you." 
Ian scoffs. "Funny. Coulda sworn the other night was you indirectly telling me
you never wanna fuck me again." 
"Ian."
"Do you have any idea how that felt?" Ian steps towards him rediating anger and
hurt. "You took our most intimate moment to make me feel like shit."
"I'm sorry." Ian shakes his head and hugs himself. "I was not okay. I should
never have acted like I was, I shouldn't have hurt you like that."
"It's like... you weren't there. Which clearly you weren't." 
"Baby," 
The pet name makes Ian pause since Mickey has never used it before but he
continues. "You made me feel like..." He licks his lips and searches for the
right words. "It didn't feel like you loved me in that moment. I didn't feel
like your boyfriend, I felt like... like a thing." He sniffs and looks into
Mickey's eyes. "I don't ever want to feel like that again Mickey." 
"I get it. And I am so fucking sorry. What I did was horrible." 
"You can never make me feel like that again Mickey." Ian pleads tears flowing
again freely. 
The sight makes Mickey's heart ache. "Tell me." He swallows. "Tell me how to
make this right. What do I need to do?" 
Ian breathes a couple of times. "Promise me. Promise you will never do that
again." 
"I promise." 
***** Chapter 18 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Ian lies shirtless in his bed thinking about his talk with Mickey. It had been
a good talk. Necessary. They had made up, they were fine again. After crying in
each other arms back at the dug outs.
However, they may be okay, but Ian knows for a fact he's going to need some
time before he can do anything sexual with Mickey again. Like, they're fine,
taking one day at a time but they're not there yet. Not fully. 
 
Mickey keeps feeling the need to apologise, Ian isn't completely ready to start
making out or having sex, they're a little bit of a mess right now. Shit. Guess
they're not really fine, are they? 
He stares at the ceiling for a while, tapping on his chest when Carl walks in.
"Some guy here to see you." 
"Who?" 
Carl shrugs. "How should I know?" Then he's going back down the stairs. 
Ian rolls his eyes and gets up. He grabs the shirt on the floor and sniffs it.
"Good enough." He throws it on and trends down the stairs. He opens the door
and frowns in surprise. "The hell are you doing here?" 
"Take a walk?" Dillon asks in the most meek way Ian has ever seen.
The guy has always carried himself with confidence and a no care attitude so
seeing this side of him makes Ian want to hear him out. 
"Sure." He shuts the door behind him.
They walk a few blocks in silence. Ian doesn't say anything, giving Dillon the
time to gather himself or whatever. Ian watches as people cycle and jog by
which reminds him he hasn't ran in a while. 
"So umm." Ian had forgotten they were supposed to be talking so he startles. "I
umm, apologize." Ian doesn't say anything so Dillon continues. "I know that,
you me, we ain't friends. You only hang out with me 'cause of Mick but ah..."
He clears his throat. "Shouldn't have done what we did." He turns to look at
Ian. They must have stopped at some point. "Honestly man, if I knew what a big
deal it was going to be... Shit man."
"If you didn't think it would be a big deal then you don't know Mickey as well
as you think you do." 
"Come on man, me and Mickey are bros, I didn't," 
Dillon," Ian says tiredly. "If you'd come clean yourselves, if he didn't find
out by seeing you in bed together, it wouldn't have been a big fucking deal. I
know Mickey, and the real issue is not that you're fucking Mandy, it's that no
one told him." 
"Right. I know that now. But, it's been over a week. This thing needs to be
over. You need to stop being mad at Mandy, and I need you to talk to Mick.
Things need to go back to the way they fucking were man!" 
Ian shrugs indifferently. "Why the fuck would I help you?" 
"Ian."
"You threw me under the fucking bus!" 
"Heat of the moment, I'm not a fucking snitch!" Dillon shouts back. 
They both glare at each other breathing heavily. They look around them, at the
strangers looking at them weirdly so they calm down. 
"Look man, what happened happened, a'ight?" 
Ian sighs and rubs his forehead. "I can't help you Dillon. Mickey and I are yet
to get back to the way we were. I can't start dropping your name. It will just
make everything worse." 
"Fuck!" Dillon curses and kicks at a stone. 
"Look, you'll be fine. You got Jack and the guys, right?"
Dillon shakes his head and walks away. "Thanks for the help red." He says
sarcastically and spits before pulling out a cigarette. 
Ian must not have realized how much Mickey meant to Dillon. He looks so upset
that Mickey won't give him the time of day. He wonders if his boyfriend cares
about Dillon as much as the latter seems to care about him. This is the second
week this whole thing has driven a wedge between the four friends. Mandy and
Dillon should be ashamed of themselves. 
 
                * ~ * ~ * ~ * 
 
Nine days later
 
"Your mom still hiting you randomly 'cause of the tattoos?" 
"Nah man. That's over and done with." Mickey replies and pulls out a
cigarette. 
They're seated on the bleachers watching their fellow students running track. 
"Shouldn't you be among them?" Mickey asks his boyfriend. 
"Probably. But football practice starts as soon as they're done. Wouldn't have
any energy left. Give me." Mickey hands over the cigarette and Ian inhales.
Mickey thumbs his lower lip nervously. He and Ian are back together and to an
outsider they look just as coupley as they usually are but, they're far from
it. Mickey may have apologized over and over and Ian may have accepted it but
something is definitely off. 
He's proven right when he lays his hand on Ian's thigh and the latter flinches.
Mickey pulls his hand back, hurt. 
"Sorry, sorry." Ian apologies with his face conveying just how sorry he is.
"I'm just... gonna need some time is all. I'm so..." 
"Stop." Mickey nods and throws the unfinished cigarette away still lit. "I get
it. 'S my fault."
"Mick, baby. I just need sometime." 
Mickey nods and bites his quivering lower lip. Not that he wants to cry he just
can't stop shaking. He cautiously takes Ian's hand and squeezes it. "You can
take all the time you want Ian, its fine." 
He's not mad. He's not. He's just sad that his boyfriend who usually can't
control himself when it comes to Mickey can barely stomach his touch now.
They sit there in silence with Ian feeling guilty the entire time. He wishes he
was stronger because now they're both suffering. 
 
                    * ~ * ~ * ~ * 
 
Mickey goes home early leaving Ian at practice. He gets home to find Iggy
dividing a huge amount of weed and putting it into small bags. 
"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" Iggy snaps and pours weed in a smaller bag. 
"Do that shit in your room. If ma..."
"The fuck do I look like, stupid? She's on a date. Gonna be home late."
Mickey takes a moment to digest that piece of information. He shakes his head
and joins Iggy on the couch. "I'll help if you share." 
Iggy scoffs and chuckles. "Sure little bro." 
With Mickey's help it takes less than an hour to divide everything up on
precisely thirty five bags. They should be thirty six but they decide to keep
one.  
"You know, if you wanna make some cash you can deliver these for me." Iggy
suggests. 
"How much?" Mickey asks rolling a blunt. 
"Mmmm, I'll give you fifty bucks for every bag." 
Mickey squints at him. "That means you're making way more." He shrugs. "That's
two hundred and ten bucks I didn't have." He grabs the bag on the floor. "Give
me the addresses." He's doing this for the distraction anyway.
Iggy writes everything down on a piece of paper and hands it to Mickey. He
takes the family car and gets to it. 
 
                      * ~ * ~ * ~ *  
 
Ian calls Mickey first thing when he wakes up but it goes straight to
voicemail. He frowns and tries him again but the same thing happens. He's not
going to school without Mickey so he heads over to the Milkovich house. He
pushes the door open and gets in. 
He finds Iggy and Mandy pacing radiating nervous energy. 
"What's going on?" Ian asks confused. 
"Ian! What the fuck are you doing here?" Iggy whisper shouts and grabs Ian's
hand. He throws him inside the bathroom and Ian's confusion multiplies. 
He presses his ear to the door trying to find out what on earth is going on. 
"Mandy you're going to be late for school." Mama Milkovich.
"I'm going ma. Just waiting for Mickey and Ian to text me." 
Ian frowns even harder. He's not with Mickey. He hasn't seen his boyfriend
since yester evening. Ian had thought to contact him after practice but he
figured Mickey needed some space. What the hell was going on?
"Okay, see you later." 
She kisses them goodbye and as soon as the door closes Ian is let out. 
"Okay, what the hell is going on? I haven't seen Mickey since yesterday." 
"We know." Mandy starts then glares at Iggy. "None of us have. Someone, decided
to send him on a drug ran and now our brother got arrested. He is going to
fucking juvie!" 
"WHAT?!" Ian rounds on Iggy. "What the fuck is Mandy talking about?" 
Iggy raises his hands. "It was supposed to go smoothly. Just like it always
does. But, one of the guys, he'd been cornered by the cops and was supposed to
sell me out. Now Mickey got arrested instead of me." 
Ian sees red. He pushes hard at Iggy's chest. "You're the one supposed to be in
there, not him!" 
"I know that Ian, fuck! He's my fucking brother, you really think I'd have let
him go if I knew it was a fucking trap!" 
"Fuck!" Ian curses and pulls at his hair. 
"We need to do something." Iggy suggests. 
"No shit." Mandy snaps. "You're twenty." she points out. "You would have gone
to jail." 
Iggy nods. "Yeah. I know. But I would rather be in there than have Mickey in
juvie." 
"Ian." 
Ian looks at Mandy. "I could talk to Dillon. I know he and Mickey are not
getting along right now but, his dad is close with DA, he can get him to help.
Maybe he wasn't caught with too much on him, right?" She asks Iggy.
"Yeah. He was almost done I'm sure he didn't have much on him I'm positive."
Iggy replies all in one breath nervously.
"Ian. Do you think Mickey..."
"Do it." Ian doesn't need to think about it. "Tell Dillon to get him out of
there."
He breathes and paces back and forth as Mandy pulls out her phone.  
"Ian." Iggy starts. 
"Shut the fuck up Ig." 
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Mickey stretches as he leaves the police cell after spending only one night in
there. He's however surprised when he hears you're free to go. He frowns at the
cop confused, but decides not to question it. When he walks out to see Dillon
leaning on his car smoking however, it all makes sense. His dad knows people
after all. 
Mickey thumbs his nose and walks towards his friend who has more than made up
for what he did by getting him out of there. Mickey wasn't scared but he would
rather not go to juvie away from things, life... Ian.
Dillon throws away his cigarette and looks at Mickey nervously, shifting his
weight from foot to foot. 
"I suppose you're the I should thank for not making it to juvie?" 
"Well, my dad really. But no need to thank me. You're my friend and I couldn't
just let you, you know." 
Mickey nods and gestures for Dillon to hand him a cigarette. "Thanks." 
"So, grab a drink?" 
Mickey could definitely use one of those. 
 
                   ~•~•~•~•~•
 
Ian is pacing nervously back and forth while they wait for confirmation that
Mickey is out. 
"He out!" Mandy shouts waving her phone around. "Dillon just texted. He just
picked Mick up from the police station." 
"Oh thank God." Iggy breathes out in relief and switches the TV on. Ian throws
a pillow at him and hits him in the head. "The fuck?!" 
"Never again Iggy." 
Iggy rubs his head but nods in agreement. "Yeah."
Ian smiles and drops on the couch next to Mandy chuckling lightly. "That was
close." 
"Yeah." Mandy agrees. 
"So are they on their way?" 
"Nah, they've gone to grab a beer. They need to talk shit out anyway."
Ian nods then gets up. He goes to Mickey's bedroom and lies on his bed. He
wants to take a nap but he opens his eyes when he feels he's not alone.
"So umm," Mandy starts. "I'm sorry Ian." Ian just blinks at her. "This entire
thing has caused so much shit that could have been avoided if we hadn't been
such cowards." Ian sighs but still doesn't say anything. "You were right. I
should have listened to you and I'm sorry. " when he still doesn't say anything
she turns around and opens the door. 
"Mandy wait." He calls softly then sits up. "Just don't ever put me in such a
position ever again." 
"I promise Ian. I promise." 
"I know it seems like we're fine but we're not. Mickey and I are still
having... issues because of it. Which is why I'm having a hard time forgiving
you because." He takes a deep breath and leans back. "all I can think about is
how it wouldn't be happening if it weren't for you." 
"I'm sorry Ian." 
"Yeah. I know." 
Mandy looks at him for a few minutes wringing her fingers. "Can I hug you?" 
Ian smiles and nods. "Yeah." 
She runs into his arms and hugs him tightly. Ian reciprocates. She breathes him
in. "I really I'm sorry Ian. I missed you."
Ian just holds her close and they stay like that for a while until Ian pulls
back and lies down petting the space next to him. She gets on the bed and
settles on his side.
"My brother won't be mad when he finds us in bed together?" She jokes.
"Shut up."
They both laugh and he holds her when she moves closer.
                       ~•
They are asleep when Ian's phone rings. He sits up and looks for it but it's
not in his pockets. Mandy groans and pulls it out from under her. 
"My love calling?" She gasps. "Is my love my brother?" 
"Give that back!" Ian shouts but she doesn't. Keeping it out of reach. 
"Ian really? My love?"
"What?" He glares at her. "He's mine and I love him." 
"But that's so..." she scowls searching for the right word. "soap operaish." 
"It's also a fact." Ian finally grabs his phone back. "Just, don't tell him." 
"Alright." Mandy shrugs and gets up. 
"Now look, it stopped ringing!" He pouts. "He's going to think I ignored him."
Mandy shakes her head and leaves. Ian is about to redial when it rings again. 
"Babe! Are you okay?"
He hears Mickey breathe loudly on the other end. "Yeah. Where are you?" 
"At home in your bed." 
"'Kay. On my way." 
"Mick?"
"Yeah?" 
"I love you." 
There's another inhale on the other end. "Me too baby." He hangs up. 
Ian smiles feeling like his entire body is tingling. God, that felt so good
coming from Mickey. He lays back on the bed staring at the ceiling waiting for
his boyfriend to get home.
 
                  ~•~•~•~•~•
 
It's twenty minutes later when Mickey walks in through the door with Dillon
right behind him. Mandy jumps in his arms and Iggy shoots up too to give him a
tight Bro hug. He hugs them back laughing. 
"I'm so sorry Bro if I knew..."
"I know Ig. It's cool." 
Mickey looks around wondering where his boyfriend is. He spots Ian leaning on
the doorway of his room watching the scene unfold. He smiles shyly then walks
towards him. Ian walks further into the room and Mickey follows closing the
door behind him. 
He wonders whether to say anything because he knows Ian very well and no way
he's not mad. 
"Hey." He greets. 
Ian looks at him then walks closer till they're practically chest to chest.
Mickey stands still waiting to see what Ian will do. He's taken by surprise
when the red head smashes their lips together. 
Mickey Inhales and grabs Ian's waist receiving the kiss heartily and eagerly.
It feels so good to be able to taste Ian again since the incident. He pulls
back to breath the dives back in and puts his tongue in Ian's mouth, milking
the kiss for all its worth.  
They finally pull back after a few minutes and stare at each other. 
"Ow! The fuck was that for!" Mickey shouts rubbing his arm where he's been
punched. 
"What the hell were you even thinking agreeing to peddle fucking drugs!"
"I...I..." Mickey sighs. "I don't know! I just needed a fucking distraction,
alright?"
Ian shakes his head. "If you had..." 
"But I didn't." Mickey interrupts already aware of what Ian was about to say.
If you had gone to juvie. He takes his hand and pulls him back in. "If I knew
it was gonna be dangerous I wouldn't have." 
"Since when is dealing drugs not dangerous?" Ian mumbles, pouting. 
"C'mon, don' be like that." Mickey wraps his arms around Ian's shoulders. "I'm
okay now." He tells him softly. Ian continues to pout. "Ian, baby you know I
don't like it when you're mad." 
Ian wraps his arms around Mickey's waist and the latter smirks knowing he's got
Ian where he wants him. He takes it home. "I love you..." 
Ian finally smiles and touches their foreheads. "Dammit Mickey. Don't ever
scare me like that again." 
"Okay. So can we please make out again? I missed your kisses so much when I was
in prison." 
Ian laughs loudly. "You were in a cell, for one night." 
Mickey shrugs and bites his lower lip trying not to smile as wide as Ian is.
"Still." 
Ian nods and bends down, locking their lips together again.  It's sweet and
gentle, no rush just making up for all the time they couldn't.  
"Okay, enough! Time to tell us what went down." Mandy interrupts dropping on
Mickey's couch together with Dillon and Iggy. "This room definitely suits you
than your former tiny one." She laughs. "So? Update us."
"Go away, all of you."
Mickey groans and drops on the bed burying his head in the pillow. He mumbles
something.
"What?" Iggy asks.
Ian drops on the bed next to Mickey and runs a hand in his hair. Mickey repeats
what he said before but again it comes out muffled due to the pillow. 
"We can't hear you dickhead!" Mandy yells. 
Ian rolls his eyes. "He says it was fine, it was just fucking juvie." 
The three on the couch stare at each other In confusion. "Bullshit you can
understand him." Iggy says. Ian smirks and lifts his eyebrow. "Okay. Mickey,
who got you busted?" 
Mickey talks into the pillow again. "Umm, no. You're staying the fuck away from
all this. You hear me?" 
"What? What did he say?" Dillon.
"He said that God demn pussy Raul, and no, you're not going to fuck him up." 
"Fascinating." Mandy stands up. "Let me try. He's my brother. I should be able
to do this too." She walks to Mickey's other side as the rest laugh. "Mick, who
won best couple in school this year?" She giggles. Mickey replies with a long
muffled sentence. "Ian you're lying. I can't hear a thing." 
Ian sighs then translates."He says, stop with the stupid fucking questions
you..." he trails off. "Some other unpleasant words someone should never call
their sister." He turns back to Mandy. "I'm not gonna repeat them. We can do
this all day, I can understand him." He raises a smug eyebrow.  "Now fuck off,
all of you." He smiles. "His words not mine."
Iggy and Dillon stand. "Okay. I'm throwing you a welcome home party Bro. Call
your friends." 
"It's on a weekday. Your mom's gonna kill us." Ian reminds him. "We didn't even
go to school today Iggy." 
"Ma is not coming back. She's with her stupid date." 
Mandy scrunches up her face. "Seriously,  how are we feeling about this?"
Mickey finally sits up. "We need to meet his fucker. Slap him around a few
times so he knows not to fuck with Ma."
Dillon laughs and Ian glares at him. "You're not doing that." He pushes at
Mickey. 
"It's whatever." Iggy walks out. "Going to buy booze." 
"Good to have you back Mick." Dillon and Mandy say at the same time then laugh
as they walk out too. 
"Yo Mands, charge my iPhone for me." 
She rolls her eyes. "You could have just said phone. We all know you own an
iPhone." She closes the door behind her when she leaves. "Even though you
probably stole it!" She shouts from the other side.  
Ian smiles at his boyfriend. "You sure you're up for this party?" 
Mickey scoffs. "The fuck kinda question is that? Kiss me." 
Ian grins and gets in bed grabbing Mickey's neck without hesitation. 
 
                    ~•~•~•~•~•
 
 
The following day at school the entirety of the tenth grade is hangover. Those
who were at Mickey's party anyway. Iggy had gone all out. Trying to make it up
to his brother. There was so much booze they didn't even finish it and they had
to hide the rest in Mickey's room this morning. 
Mickey, Ian, Mandy, Dillon, Jack and the rest drag their feet to math class
which is their first lesson. They walk in to find the rest looking as bad as
they are. They settle in before Mr. Wilson walks in. 
"You, fuck off. I want this seat." Dillon commands the guy who usually sits
directly behind Mickey. He points at his desk which is on the other side of the
room. "That's your new seat." 
Ian laughs then hisses grabbing onto his head. The guy gathers his books and
heads over to Dillon's former desk, not wanting any trouble.  
Dillon settles down and groans."Respect to Iggy's weed Mickey Mick." 
"Yeah." Mickey takes a sip of the getorade Ian hands him. "That shit Is hard
core man. Don't fuck with Iggy's drugs." 
"Good morning class." Wilson greets and half the students groan in irritation.
"Yeah, yeah, I don' wanna be here either but I gotta make rent. Trent, Shelby,
no sun glasses in my class." 
               ~•
By the time the bell rings Ian isn't so sure anyone learnt anything.  Except
maybe for the nerds who didn't come to the party. 
That's how the rest of the day proceeds. Everyone dragging their feet to the
next class while Mickey keeps getting congratulated on his awesome party.  
Dillon offers to drop them home so they don't have to walk. They're feeling
better than they were in the morning by the end of the day.
They walk into the empty Milkovich home.
Mickey puts his phone on the table and lies on couch. Ian does the same and
joins him pulling at Mickey's arms so he wraps them around himself.  
"For real though, that was a kick ass party." Mandy points out on the recliner.
 
"What happened after I went to bed?" Ian asks. He had gotten drunk pretty fast
and had passed out way early.  
"Spin the bottle. As always." Mandy sighs. "Best game ever Invented." 
Ian turns his head to glare at Mickey. "You played that game when I wasn't
around?"
"No. Of course not. I wasn't even anywhere near them. I was in the kitchen with
Logan and fucking Sandy I think." 
"But?" Ian knows there's a but in there. 
"But someone was dared to kiss him." Mandy offers helpfully. 
"Thank you Mandy." Mickey glares at her but Ian is already siting up.
"Who?" 
Mickey's phone takes that exact moment to ring. Ian reaches for It. "Why is the
bitch Avery calling you?" He stands up and throws the phone at Mickey. "How the
fuck did she get your number? How do you have her number?" 
Mickey winces when the phone hits his chest then sits up. "I have no fucking
clue man. But I sure as hell didn't give It to her. Or take hers." 
Ian breathes a few times then calms down. He turns to look at Mandy who's
radiating guilt. "Okay fine. I did." 
"You saved her number in Mickey's phone?"
"No."
"You gave her Mickey's number?"
"No. I..." she clears her throat. "I gave her Mickey's phone." 
"Why?"
"She asked for it."
"And you gave it to her because...?"
Mandy shrugs. "I don't know, I was drunk!" 
"Again Mandy, thanks." Mickey says sarcastically with gritted teeth. 
Ian shakes his head and is about to sit down again when a text comes through.
Mickey can tell it's not good because Ian's face it's turning redder than his
hair. He reads it's out loud. 
"Mickey can I please talk to you. Don't tell Ian."
"Now Ian, Ian, Babe." Mickey tries and stands up. He walks towards Ian
carefully. 
Ian scoffs and stutters a few times. When no words come out he decides on
throwing the phone hard across the wall right before storming out angrily. The
door practically shakes the house from how hard Ian bangs it. 
Mickey walks towards the other side of the couch and lifts up the phone that is
obviously no more. Glass is scattered everywhere the phone is not even
recognisable. He turns to Mandy who still has her hand in her mouth, eyes wide
open in shock. He glares at her.
"THANKS A LOT MANDY!" 
"How is this my fault? You're the one who won't set the record straight with
the boyfriend stealing bitch." 
"You're the one who gave her my fucking number!" 
"Yeah well, my point still stands. Talk to her and maybe she will stop thinking
she has a fucking chance." 
"God dammit Mandy." He glances at his phone again. "This was an iPhone six
plus!" 
"Who cares? Its not like you paid for it." Mandy laughs. "Ian is so gonna give
you blue balls." 
Mickey groans and drops on the couch. "Mandy you're a fucking asshole I swear
to God." 
She just stands up and laughs all the way to her bedroom. .
***** Chapter 20 *****
Chapter Notes
     She definitely needs to dial it back and leave them be. Avery is
     gonna have to learn that Ian does not share his man!
      
     He's not fucking interested Avery!!! Fuck, I want to yell that in her
     face. Maybe then it'll fucking sink in.
      
     the people who said this know themselves. #loveuguys and your wishes
     are my command. :))
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ian budges noisily into the Milkovich house and heads straight for Mandy’s
bedroom.
“Ian?” Ian stops to look at Mama Milkovich who’s frowning at him with a spatula
in her hand. “What is going on?!”
He smiles at her. “Nothing. It’s all good.”
She switches off the gas and crosses her arms. “Really?”
Ian sighs. Obviously she's not going to let this go unless she gets an
explanation.  “Mandy gave away something of mine that clearly wasn’t hers to
give away and I need her to fix it.” He replies all in one breath. Trying not
to get angry all over again.
“O…kay. Can't you just… get another one?”
Ian relaxes and laughs at the suggestion, some of the tension leaving him. “No,
it's irreplaceable Mama Milkovich.”
He watches as her forehead clears when she sees him more like his usual self.
“You know, you can just call me ma like the rest of them. You’re like a son to
me.”
“I know.” Ian nods and smiles at her.
She smiles back at him, nods, and then turns the gas back on. “Okay then. Go
right ahead.”
She waves him off with her spatula and Ian walks into Mandy's room banging the
door closed behind him. She groans and turns around to look at the direction of
the noise. “Ian? The fuck.”
“Yes Ian. Now get the fuck up!” he walks towards the foot of her bed and pulls
the covers off.
“Dammit Ian, that’s cold.”
“You wanna know what's cold? Pimping out your brother when your friends with
his boyfriend.”
She sits up and glares at him. “I was drunk.”
“And I don’t care. You caused this mess, now you’re going to fix it. Get up.”
She yawns and starts putting on her clothes. “How, exactly?”
“I don’t care, lets just find her first, and then you can clean up the mess you
made.”
“Man.” Mandy laments. “I need to handle my liquor better.” She pulls on her bra
and puts on a clean skirt and a brown transparent top. Ian leads the way out of
her room and they bump into Mickey.
“What's with all the noise?” he yawns and rubs his eyes.
“Do I at least get to brush my teeth?” Mandy snaps.
“Yeah yeah, but hurry up.” Ian waves her off but doesn’t take his eyes off
Mickey.
“Ian. What are, you doing here?” Mickey shits his weight from foot to foot
wondering where they stand. “Are you… how did you sleep?” he asks nervously
when Ian just narrows his eyes at him. He sighs. “I'm sorry…”
“Don’t apologise.” Ian interrupts. “This wasn’t your fault.”
Well, Mickey didn’t expect that. “Really? You're not mad?”
“Oh I am.” Mickey's face falls. “At you for being so good-looking and
desirable.” Mickey looks at his boyfriend confused. “But I'm madder at Avery.
And Mandy. But more Avery. She needs to back the fuck off. Mandy!” he shouts.
“Coming!”
Mickey grins. “Jealousy looks good on you.” He leans on the wall crossing his
arms.
Ian smirks. “Does it now?” he steps forward.
“U-huh. Making me feel all kinds of shit.” Ian steps even closer and leans his
hand on the wall just above Mickey's head. He moves even closer so they’re nose
to nose and Mickey licks his lips in anticipation. He's about to kiss his
boyfriend when,
“Ugh! Are we doing this or not?” Mandy pulls at his jacket.
Mickey bites his lip as he watches Ian walk out in reverse. “Later babe, see
you in class!” Ian yells before turning around.
Mickey chuckles happily in relief. He had expected to be in the dog house. It
feels oddly nice to not be in trouble. They just started kissing since what
Mickey will forever refer to as ‘the incident.’ So it’s good to know they’re
not fighting and that their relationship is okay.
“Wipe that smile off your face. It's too early.” Iggy rolls his eyes as he
walks past him and into the kitchen. He pecks their mother on the cheek and
pours himself a cup of coffee, takes one of the pancakes and sits down at the
table.
“Ignatius let your brother be happy.” Their mother replies as she receives the
kiss Mickey plants on her cheek too.
“Morning ma.” He greets before pouring himself a cup of coffee and joining
Iggy.
His brother gestures with his head towards their mother then mouths something
Mickey doesn’t understand. The latter frowns at him when he does it a few more
times. “What?” Mickey whisper shouts.
“Ask her.” Iggy whispers back.
Mickey groans and rolls his eyes. “So ma,”
“Yes?” she replies bringing syrup and the rest of the pancakes at the table.
“That umm…” Mickey clears his throat. “That guy you’ve been seeing,”
“What about him?” she joins them at the table.
“Iggy had a question.” Mickey quickly says and takes a huge bite of his
pancake.
Iggy growls at him. “Is it serious?” he turns to his mother.
She nods. “Maybe, why?” she looks between them. “Do you want to meet him? I can
ask him to come around.” The look at each other but don’t say anything. Mickey
is not so sure he wants to meet the asshole. “Dinner. This weekend. Sound
good?”
They both hum and nod in agreement. Shit. Mickey thinks.
 
                              ~•~•~•~•~•
 
Ian and Mandy walk into the school. They check every tenth grade class hoping
to find Avery. “You know,” Mandy starts.
“Shut up. I'm not talking to you until you take care of this.”
Mandy huffs but doesn’t speak again. They find Avery sited at a corner having a
heated discussion with Allan and the rest of the nerds. “You, get up.” Mandy
commands.
“Mandy, I…Ian.” Avery stammers.
“If I have to say it again, I will pull you out of that seat,” Mandy steps
closer. “By your hair.”
Avery licks her lips and looks at a fuming Ian one more time but gets up. Ian
leads the way to an empty class. Mandy lets Avery walk in before her then
closes the door and leans on it. Ian walks towards her slowly.
“Correct me if I'm wrong but didn’t you apologise last year for hitting on my
boyfriend?”
“I don… I don’t know what you're talking about.”
“Mmm… I see. So it wasn’t you who texted my boyfriend that you wanted to see
him then wrote and I quote, don’t, tell, Ian?” Avery takes a deep breath and
mumbles something. “Speak louder dammit!”
“I love him! I've been in love with Mickey since junior high, alright?”
Ian takes a few steps back surprised by the revelation. He chances a glance at
Mandy who’s gesturing wildly clearly surprised. “What?” Ian finally asks.
“I'm sorry, I know he's not single. But you asked so I'm letting you know.”
Avery replies, confidently. "I love him."
Ian groans angrily. “Well tough shit, he's gay! For me!”
“I'm aware of that! You think I don’t know that? But the heart wants what it
wants.”
“So what, you’re gonna keep trying to steal him from me?”
“No.”
Ian chuckles dryly, “I don’t need to be a genius to know that was a lie.”
Mandy steps away from the door and steps in front of Avery. “Listen, you
boyfriend snatching bitch, you need to dial it back a notch, alright? Leave
them alone, and stay the fuck away from my brother because Ian does not share
his man! Kapish?”
Avery frowns, hard. “What the hell Mandy? You gave me his number!”
“And you took advantage of my incapacitation.”
“Big word Mands.”
“Shut up I'm on your side!”
Avery sighs and looks at Ian. “I can't just turn off my fucking feelings!”
“He's not fucking interested Avery!” Ian figures maybe if he yells it loud
enough it will finally sink in. “He doesn’t love you, he loves me. He will
never love you. We've been together forever so you, and your vagina, can fuck
all the way off!”
“Demn Ian.” Mandy smiles at him then glares at Avery. “If we have this talk one
more time, I'm not using my words. Ian doesn’t hit girls, but I do.” She spits
on her naked chest, grabs Ian's hand and they leave her in there.
“Ugh! She makes me so angry.” Ian groans.
“Well, good thing is, we know Mick is never going anywhere near her.”
Ian sighs and stretches as they walk into their class. “Yeah. You're right.
Don’t even know what I'm worried about. Good job in there. If she keeps it up
though, I'm gonna need you to carry out that threat.”
“Oh, it will be my pleasure.”
“What will be your pleasure?” Dillon asks from behind them as he scoops her off
the ground.
She yelps then giggles. “Handing Avery her ass if she doesn’t stop hitting on
my brother.”
Mickey rolls his eyes and takes his seat next to Ian. “It doesn’t matter how
much she wants me, I will never want her.” He makes Ian look at him.
“I know.” Ian mumbles.
The four of them turn to see Avery walking back into class. She looks at Mickey
and he takes that exact moment to pull Ian in for a deep searing kiss. They of
course get carried away and forget they were proving a point. So Dillon and
Mandy clear their throats when the teacher walks in. Both boys pull away with
shy smiles and flushed cheeks.
 
                              ~•~•~•~•~•
 
“So guys, what are we doing this weekend? I'm thinking we should hit another
liquor store?” Dillon laughs. “I'm kidding. Jesus red, learn to take a joke.”
“I will laugh when the jokes don’t involve criminal activities.” Ian snaps and
sits even closer to Mickey on the grass.
The four of them are on the field watching people run track. “Maybe we can go
out?” Mandy suggests. “To a gay club!”
“Can't.” Mickey lights up a cigarette. “Ma’s… whatever is coming around. She
wants us to meet him.”
“No.” Mandy and Ian chorus.
“Yep.” Mickey exhales from his nostrils and sighs happily from the feeling.
“Well, that’s gonna go well.” Ian says sarcastically taking the cigarette away
from Mickey.
“Yeah it is. We've already told Jamie, Colin and Tony. They’ll be there.”
“Oh my God.” Mandy groans. "Are you going to give him a hard time? Because ma
deserves love too you know.”
“’Course she does. But does he deserve her love?”
Ian hums. “Look at you, defending your mom’s honor. Sexy.”
Mickey grins and turns to look at Ian. “Yeah?”
Ian nods and kisses Mickey on the nose making Mickey wiggle it. He then pecks
Ian on the lips.
“Aww… you guys are adorable.” Mandy voices.
Mickey gives her the finger before taking the cigarette back from Ian. “But,
Dillon we’ll halla and then we can hit the club after this horror dinner.”
“Great, my treat.” Dillon stands up taking Mandy with him. “Later.”
Ian lies on Mickey lap and stretches his legs. “I have the sweetest boyfriend.
Doesn’t surprise me that Avery wants to be in my shoes.”
“Shut up.” Mickey laughs and allows himself to be pulled down for a kiss. He
remembers a time when he loathed PDA. Now Ian gets public kisses out of him no
problem. The things he does for love.
 
                              ~•~•~•~•~•
 
“What do you think he looks like?” Ian takes a seat next to Mickey. No way was
he missing the show.
The rest of the siblings are scattered around the living room nursing beers
while Mandy is in the kitchen helping finish up with dinner. Ian had helped
with the cooking too now he was just waiting like the rest to see how this guy
looks like.
“I bet he's tall. Because your mom is tall, so obviously he can't be shorter
than her.” Ian voices and turns to look at Mickey so he can continue to
speculate. “And a beard. Your mom looks like she’d be into that.” He gasps. “Do
you think she likes him for the sex?” he whispers.
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up. God, Ian. Why would even say that?” Mickey gets up
and heads to the opposite couch forcing Iggy to switch with him.
“Don’t go Mick, come back.” Ian whines but only gets the middle finger in
return. He frowns and looks at Iggy. “Hey Iggy, do you think…”
“I heard what you said to Mick. Repeat it and I will punch you.”
Ian zips his mouth and leans back.
                                          ~•
It’s around 6:30 by the time there’s a knock on the door. Everybody sits
upright.
"You are going to behave, do you understand me?" Their mother warns sternly.
They all mumble incoherently. She squints at them one last time before opening
the door with a smile. 
Ian tries his best not to laugh when all the siblings automatically glare at
the stranger.
"Aaron. Welcome."
Mandy mouths "Aaron?" to Mickey who shrugs.
"These are my children. That's Jamie the first born of my youth and then
there's Tony, that's Joey or you can call him Colin." She turns. "Then there's
Iggy, that's my youngest son Mickey and finally my baby girl Mandy." she
finishes with a proud grin. "The red head, is Mickey's boyfriend Ian. Wow i
have alot of kids." 
Ian laughs loudly at that but quickly shuts up when he gets glared at from all
directions. What a tense room. 
Mandy is the only one who steps forward to shake Aaron's hand. "Hi Aaron,
welcome. Have a seat please." she guides him to the couch next to Ian. 
"Thank you, Mandy, right?"
She smiles hospitably. "Yes." 
Mandy follows her mother to the kitchen to get the food and Aaron is left
shifting uncomfortably on the couch. "Don't worry, they're harmless." Ian tries
to comfort him.
"Wouldn't believe him if i were you." Tony says quietly in a way that makes
even Ian shudder.  
The boys stop staring at Aaron when Mandy and their mom start setting food on
the table. 
                               ~•
  This is the weirdest dinner Ian has ever experienced. Ian and Mandy are the
only ones making an effort of talking to Aaron while the rest glare and pretend
to eat. Ian doesn't get why they can't just give Aaron a chance, he seems like
a really nice guy. He does have a beard, and he's really tall like Jamie and
Tony, but Ian isn't getting the serial killer vibe at all. He also doesn't have
a gut, and looks very good for a man his age. Mama Milkovich has done very well
for herself. Besides, if he were to hurt their mother, he would have done it by
now. So Ian thinks they all need to chill.
Mama Milkovich gets a phone call and that's when things really get interesting.
She walks into the kitchen and out the backyard to receive the call. As soon as
she walks out the boys round on Aaron. Tony pulls out a gun and lays it on his
knee.
"Tony what the fuck?" Ian exclaims.
No one else apart from Ian seems fazed by this. Even Mandy is just looking on
seemingly undeterred but the whole situation. 
"You hurt our mother, i use this on you." Tony threatens. 
"You tell her about this, he uses it on you." Jamie adds.
"Guys," Aaron lifts his hands in surrender. "Shit, okay i will admit when Ani
told me she had five sons i expected something like this. But a gun, well." he
chuckles nervously. "I am definitely shook." He looks around at all the
siblings. "But you don't have to pull that me." he gestures at the gun. "I love
your mother," they groan. "I do. So no, i won't hurt her. We've been... seeing
each other for over a year now and so far so good, right?"
"A fucking year?" Mickey yells. "Iggy why the fuck did you just tell me the
other day?"
Iggy shrugs with a smug smile. "He's not the first one either." He whispers to
Mickey but Ian hears it because Iggy is right next to him. Mickey flips him off
with both his fingers.
"Thank you." Aaron exhales in relief and Ian turns to see Tony putting away the
gun. "Phew!"
Mama Milkovich comes back and stands next to Aaron. "You've met my babies, so
we can go now, right?"  Ian scoffs at the use of the word 'babies.' Sure,
babies that carry around guns. Aaron stands up unusually fast which makes their
mother look at them suspiciously. "They behaved themselves, right?"
"Yes." Aaron laughs. "Yeah. They were very nice. Thank you for inviting me to
your home Ani." He says even as he guides their mother towards the door. 
She pecks him on the lips and all the siblings look away while Ian coos. "Aww."
"Wait for me outside, i'll be right there." 
"Okay." Aaron kisses her one last time before heading out.
Mama Milkovich's smile dies as soon as she looks at them. "What did you do?"
"Nothing ma." It's a chorus.
"Ian?"
Mickey raises and eyebrow at him. Daring him to sell them out. Ian scoffs.
"Pfft. Nothing. They were... they were very civil."
"Hmm... you wouldn't lie to me, right Ian?"
"Who me? Pssh, never! I.. No. Of course not." he sniffs.
She tongues her cheek and looks at all of them one final time. "Okay. Have a
nice weekend. I'll see you Monday." she gives them a flying kiss before opening
the door and joining her boyfriend outside.
No one moves until they hear the car drive away. "Ow!" Ian rubs the back of his
head where Iggy hits him hard. 
"Smooth asshole." Iggy stands up and goes to the kitchen. "Beer anyone?"
"Me!" They all yell. 
Mickey joins Ian on the couch and slaps his thigh. "Can't lie to my mother can
you?"
"Have you met her?!" Mickey laughs at him but Ian only shakes his head while he
goes for seconds on the untouched dinner.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Oh man, finding a name for Mama Milkovich is like one of those things
     you just have to get right. you know? Like she's not just anyone. Let
     me know if you approve.
***** Chapter 21 *****
          Mickey is lying in bed on a slow Saturday afternoon. His sister is on
a date with Dillon and he's pretty sure Iggy has two girls in his room. But
their mother isn't home so they can do whatever they want. He just finished
tidying up his room. He's not the neat type but he keeps loosing lighters in
all the clutter so he figured it was time. Especially now that the room was
bigger, he needed to keep it somewhat, livable. 
Thank God he didn't need to impress anyone unlike his siblings, seeing as Ian
knows him in inside and out. Not to mention the redhead is not a tidy person
either. But that could also be because he shares his room with all his brothers
so cleaning would be pointless if the rest are just going to dirty the place up
again. 
Mickey crosses his leg and plays with the lighter in his hand. God, he's bored.
Whatchu doing? He texts Ian.
Helping Debs with her babysitting gig. Spending the night at yours though.
Kay, have fun with baby vomit.
Ew!        Y  you asking, miss me? 
Mickey scoffs and throws the phone somewhere on his bed then gets up to go make
himself something to eat. 
After, he lights a blunt and heads out into the backyard to avoid the moaning
coming out of his brothers bedroom. He shakes his head as he sits down on one
of the steps. His brother is disgusting. He can't imagine having to share Ian
like that. The thought of Ian's hands on anyone else or someone else trying to
touch his boyfriend in a sexual way leaves an unpleasant feeling at the bottom
of his stomach.
He's too possessive to let that shit fly. He would beat the guy to a pulp and
not regret it one bit. 
 
                      ~0~0~0~0~
 
Ian comes by at around 4:00PM and they get their homework done. 
Their process is always the same since they were little; Mickey takes down all
the notes while Ian notes down all the key points while the teacher is talking.
It's a method they love and have gotten used to. A method that works for them.
 
They do pause occasionally to make out but that's expected. They laugh, and
study, and make out, then laugh some more. It's moments like this that Mickey
is glad that even though they're dating now, the friendship aspect of their
relationship is still there and still very strong. 
He loves Ian so much. The boy has been his friend all his life and is now his
boyfriend, Mickey wouldn't want to have it any other way. 
Ian has to leave when Fiona calls in a panic, but with a sweet lingering kiss
he promises to be back in his arms that night so Mickey won't complain. 
                     
                       ~0~0~0~0~
 
Mickey has his eyes closed but he's not asleep. He can't even fall asleep with
the knowledge that Ian is coming over. He can hear the TV in the living room
where Iggy and Mandy are watching some loud action movie. The door opens slowly
and he smiles to himself. He doesn't need to open his eyes to known Ian is
getting undressed. 
His boyfriend joins him in bed and starts rubbing his cold legs and hands
against Mickey's much warmer body. He doesn't even complain anymore when Ian
does this. He's gotten used to his boyfriend stealing his warmth. Mickey helps
get him warm by tangling their legs together.
Ian hisses caressing Mickey's chest. "So cold baby."
Mickey smiles and wraps his hands around his boyfriend who's growing taller
everyday. "Hey." He grabs Ian's cheek and presses their lips together. 
Ian settles and hums. "Hey." 
"Everything okay at home?" 
Ian nods then gets off the bed so he can switch off the light. "No." He sighs
deeply. "Mom is back and she was acting weird." 
"Weird how?" Mickey lifts the blanket so Ian can get back in. 
"Sometimes when she comes back she's like extra happy and extra energetic. Its
weird." Mickey rubs his arm. "Soon she'll sleep and not move for days. Fiona
has mentioned this disease... Bipolar? But I don't know much about it I just
know my mom has it." 
"Think it's why she's always leaving?" Mickey turns around so Ian spoons him. 
Ian sighs. "I don't even know man. But I think it's part of it. And now she
used up all the squirrel fund money."
"What? All of it?"
"All of it. Spent on drugs I'm sure. I think I need to get a job. Fiona and Lip
need all the help they can get now if they'll have a chance to recover all that
money back."
"Shit Ian. I'm sorry." 
"Yeah." Ian sniffs. 
"What do you need me to do?"
"Nothing." Ian kisses his neck. "Just keep being you." 
They go quiet in thought. 
"Mick?" 
"Yeah?" 
"What do you think we'll be doing in ten years at a time like this?" 
"Honestly? Same thing we're doing now." He smiles when Ian giggles silently
rocking them.
"Yeah but, where will we be in life?" Ian kisses his shoulder. "We'll be twenty
five and twenty six, right?" 
"Yeah so?" 
"Maybe we'll be married."
Mickey can picture that. "That will be too early to get married. Let's do it
when you're thirty." 
Ian laughs. "Why thirty?" 
Mickey shrugs in the darkness. "I don't know." 
"'Mkay. I'll propose when you're thirty one." Mickey turns around in his arms
and pinches his nose. "Ow!"
"Why do you get to propose?" 
"I call dibs!"
Mickey chuckles and shakes his head fondly. "You can't just call dibs on such
an important thing." 
Ian kisses his forehead gently. "Too bad. I call dibs." 
"I cannot believe I agreed to be your boyfriend." 
"Hmm.. You're lucky you did."
"Why's that?" Mickey asks tracing Ian's naked chest.
"I would have done everything in my power to break you up with the person you'd
have chosen instead of me. So you saved yourself a lot of trouble."
"Did I now?"
"Yes!"
"Jesus Christ." 
They both laugh.
"I love you Mickey Milkovich."
"Love you too Ian Gallagher."
Ian brushes their lips together softly. Mickey moans and pulls his top lip
between his own. The kiss takes off from there and Ian caresses him everywhere
as they kiss for the next few minutes. Sucking on each other's tongues and
letting soft sighs and moans escape.
Mickey loves the feel of Ian's soft palms on his back and ass. They're both
hard at this point but that's not where this kiss is going. Sure he misses the
sex but their kisses are always magical. Not to mention Ian still isn't ready
and Mickey isn't going to rush his boyfriend. 
They pull back and smile at each other in the darkness.
"Should we sleep?" Ian asks.
Mickey nods before pecking him one last time and then turning around so he can
settle in the comfort of the boy he's sure -even at this young age- is the love
of his life. 
 
                      ~0~0~0~0~
 
After having such a beautiful night Ian doesn't understand how things can go
haywire so fast.
The Gallaghers and Mickey are in the living room watching one of Liam's
cartoons when they hear a loud yell outside. 
"Carl?" Fiona mutters then they hear another yell from who they now hear is
indeed Carl.
Everyone shoots up from their seats and rushes outside leaving Liam on the
carpet. Ian is the first one to get to Carl who is crying. Ian frowns at his
little brother who even though so young rarely sheds tears. 
"Whats wrong Carl?" 
Carl points at the roof and they all look up. "Holy shit." Its Lip who voices
what they're all thinking. 
"Shit. Shit. Shit." Mickey curses.
"Fiona call 911!" Ian yells in full panic mode. 
"Mom!" Ian yells. 
"Monica get down from there!" Fiona shouts waiting for her call to be picked
up. 
Ian feels like he's about to die. 
"Watch me! My babies look at me fly!" 
"No!" They all shout at the same time. 
"I'm and eagle! And I...and I can fly!" Monica sings.
She steps towards the edge and Ian throws himself at his boyfriend who holds
onto him. If he sees his mother face plant the ground and crack her skull open
he will never recover. Shit Debbie and Carl! 
"It's not going through, FUCK!" Fiona shouts. There is a small crowd gathered
around by now.
Ian goes to take Carl and Debbie's hands but someone beats him to it. "Come
with me. It's going to be okay." Mama Milkovich leads them away. "I already
called 911, they're on their way." 
"Monica we believe you, don't jump!" Lip yells. "Fuck."
"But I want to show you, I can fly. I'm an eagle!" She repeats. She's by the
edge now and Ian can't breathe. He can't breathe.  
Ian knows this is not just her disease, she's most likely high on a bunch of
shit if Frank passed out on the kitchen floor is anything to go by. Drugs they
bought with their saved up money. Ugh! Why were their parents so fucked up?
Mickey grabs his hand and squeezes it tightly. "Fuck." He breaths.
"She can't jump." Ian whispers.
"I know." Mickey replies. "Don't look."
Fiona is on her knees now. Alternating between crying and trying to convince
Monica not to jump. Lip is sending glances at Ian and seeing the fear in his
brother's eyes makes him even more scared. 
Vee is on the ground with Fiona by the time the firemen get there and diffuse
the situation. They got there in good time too because she really was prepared
to jump. She's sedated when she keeps screaming she's an eagle and can fly,
before being taken away. 
Mickey doesn't let go of his trembling boyfriend once, trying to give all the
comfort he can. That right there is the worst thing he has ever witnessed. And
that includes the times he'd seen his dad beat on his mom. He can't even begin
to picture what Ian and his siblings must be feeling. 
 
                      ~0~0~0~0~
 
That evening Frank tells them he went to visit her and found she had already
escaped from the psychiatric hospital. They probably won't see her again for
another year or months. This fucking sucks! Ian deserts his dinner and runs
upstairs. 
He gets under the covers and just looks out the window. He should be used to
his mother's behavior by now. But at the end of the day she's his mom and Ian
can't bring himself to hate her even though she refuses get help. 
He feels the bed dip and who is obviously Mickey situate himself behind him.
His boyfriend doesn't say anything to which Ian is grateful. He doesn't want to
talk right now. Mickey's presence is enough. He takes his boyfriend's hand and
wraps it around himself.
"She almost jumped." He whispers.
And when he cries for the first time since the whole Monica incident Mickey
just shushes him and holds him through it. 
***** Chapter 22 *****
Chapter Notes
     I think it's safe to say uploading chapters on a daily basis won't be
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     week definitely.
     So enjoy the longest chapter yet, with a whole bunch of things
     happening!!!
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“DAMMIT GALLAGHER! I JUST BOUGHT THIS CAR!”
“I’m sorry, I'm sorry I thought I had it.” Ian apologises to Colin after
driving his car into a pole. They all get out of the car with Mickey laughing
his ass off.
“It's not funny asshole!” Colin shouts at him as he inspects the front of his
car that's now smoking.
“Yeah it is.” Mickey laughs louder as he pulls out a cigarette and a lighter
leaning on the side of the car. “Especially the part about you buying it. You
didn’t buy shit.” He lights his cigarette takes a long drag.
Colin flips him off. “Don matter, it's still fucking mine.”
“I'm sorry Colin.” Ian says it one more time earnestly.
Colin sighs. “It’s whatever, it's fine. Why are you fuckers trying to learn how
to drive a stick anyway? All cars are automatic these days.”
“Mick says automatics are for pussies.” Ian offers.
“Yeah. ‘Sides, you never know when you need to steal a car. What happens when
you get in, and find it's a stick? Huh?” Mickey raises an eyebrow.
Ian glares at him. “You’re not stealing any fucking cars. Give me that.” Mickey
rolls his eyes but passes him the cigarette anyway.
“You good here bro? We are going to take a walk.” He asks even as he pulls Ian
away before his brother can give an answer.
“Thanks for the lesson Colin!” Ian shouts over his shoulder. “Where are we
going on this nice Friday afternoon?” he takes a deep inhale before tossing the
finished cigarette in the nearby bush. He pulls the jacket closer around
himself. It's chilly out.
“Nowhere. Just wanted to spend some time with my bf.”
Ian snorts. “Bf?”
Mickey grins as he flips off some guys from the neighborhood in greeting. “You
wanna look for work today?”
“Nah, I'm tired. Maybe tomorrow.”
It's been two weeks since Ian decided he needed to get a job so he could chip
in back home. So far he hasn’t been successful. This is why he and Mickey are
going to wake up early tomorrow morning and start looking for something. Ian
doesn’t really care what as long it gives him some sort of income.
“I was thinking we could start with the Kash and Grab. I have passed by the
place a few times and I think it would be a perfect fit. If they're hiring.”
“Kay.” Mickey replies and they continue walking.
 
                               ~•~•~•
 
The following morning they have breakfast with the rest of the Gallaghers
before heading over to the Kash and Grab. Ian keeps pushing Mickey with his
shoulder playfully, who in turn retaliates. They do that all the way to the
store.
“So you’re birthday is almost here, what do you wanna do?” Mickey asks Ian when
they're almost there.
Ian shrugs. “I don’t really care as long it’ll be with you.” He replies shyly
staring at the ground.
Mickey blushes and stops to stare at his boyfriend. “You don’t want anything?
Not even a fucking party?”
Ian thinks about it. “I wouldn’t mind a party, it is my sweet sixteen after
all. But we are already broke as it is. And you don’t have a job either.” He
crosses his arms. “And I will not let you do anything illegal just to make me
happy.”
Mickey takes a step towards him. “I would do anything to make you happy.” he
whispers and it's Ian's turn to blush.
Mickey then pushes Ian gently then keeps walking. He goes and stands outside
the Kash and Grab. Ian shakes his head and catches up.
“Go in. I'll be right there.” Mickey says around the cigarette between his
teeth while he reaches for a lighter.
Ian nods and pushes the door open. The bill rings and he proceeds to walk in.
There is a dark-haired Arab man leaning on the counter reading a magazine and
Ian assumes this must be Kash. He doesn’t look up though.
“Excuse me?” Ian speaks up.
Kash looks up and does a double take the moment he lays eyes on Ian. He quickly
shuts his magazine and his face splits into a grin. “Can I help you?”
“I umm, looking for a job?”
“You're hired!” Kash is quick to reply.
Ian frowns at the guy. “That’s it? No questions, no asking for my resume,
nothing?” Kash sighs and stretches out his hand. The smile doesn’t leave his
face though.
“What?”
“You just told me to look at your resume.”
“Oh.” Ian scratches the back of his neck. “I don’t have one?”
Kash pulls his hand back and takes Ian in. They way his eyes travel from his
head to his toes makes Ian uncomfortable. “You can start now if you want.”
Ian is pretty sure he has heard about Kash’s wife and kids. So why this man is
gaping at him like he's dinner he doesn’t understand. “I'm sixteen.”
“Okay. You can work part time, it's okay.”
The way he smiles at Ian just… Ian doesn't like it.“No thank you.” Kash frowns
at him clearly confused. “I've changed my mind.”
When Mickey walks into the store the tension is almost palpable. He's missing
something and he doesn’t like it. “The fuck is going on here?” he snaps glaring
daggers at the man on the counter.
Ian grabs his arm. “Nothing we’re leaving.”
Mickey glares at the man one more time before walking towards the door. They’ve
just opened it when Ian gets stopped. “Gallagher!” Ian turns around to see a
woman in the Muslim get up walking towards them. This must be Kash’s wife. “I'm
Linda. “Word is you're an upstanding citizen. You know, despite your family
name.”
Ian is not sure whether to be offended by that. “O…kay.”
“Can you be trusted with the cash register?”
Ian's eyes automatically dart towards Kash before he looks back at Linda. “I
can't work here.”
“Not here. I just opened another store.”
Ian smiles. As long as he doesn’t have to be anywhere near Kash the creep he’s
okay with it. “Yeah, sure. I'm in.”
“Good.” Linda replies and reaches for her handbag over the counter. “And you,
Milkovich. Can you shoot?”
Mickey scoffs. “The fuck do you think?”
Ian looks at his boyfriend. “You’re too young,”
Before Ian can finish that sentence Linda is opening the door. “Both of you,
come with me.” She talks like she doesn't expect anyone to oppose her. She then
turns to look at Kash. “And you, nothing gets stolen while I'm gone.”
 
                               ~•~•~•
 
Ian is in a very good mood when he gets home that afternoon, even though
tonight is one of those rare times where they sleep alone in their respective
beds. Him and Mickey both landed jobs today at Linda's store, same shifts of
course. He walks into the house and heads towards the fridge for a cold beer.
He walks in just as Frank is pulling out the  six Pac he had gotten from Iggy a
couple of nights back.
“Frank put that back.”
Franks closes the fridge and sets the six pack on the counter. He opens one and
looks at Ian. “Are you telling me what to do with the beer in my house?”
“It my beer. I got it.”
“It's my house so this is my beer.”
Ian is in such a good mood, why is he letting Frank ruin it? Even after that
thought he still walks towards his father and grabs the remaining five beers.
Franks grabs them from him and Ian gets angry. “Get your own fucking beer
Frank!”
That’s all it takes for Frank to angrily push him against the wall next to the
fridge. He knocks Ian against it and he drops the beer crying out. Frank does
it again, and again, and again. He's too strong for Ian. “I am your father!
Have some God demn respect!” he's about to knock him against the wall again
when Fiona and Lip pull him off of Ian.
“’Frank, what the hell is wrong with you!” Fiona yells.
Ian thinks he hears her kicking him out but his head is buzzing and the back of
his head aches like a motherfucker. Lip looks around the kitchen and the
littered cans of beer.
“What the hell Ian, is this about your beer?” Lip asks because Ian had
specifically told everyone not to touch his beer. “Why didn’t you just let him
have it?” Lip gets up and prepares an icepack for him to use.
When Ian stands up he's dizzy so he sways a little bit. Lip puts one of his
hands behind his neck and holds his waist guiding him upstairs. When Ian lies
on his bed he doesn’t wake up till the next day.
 
                               ~•~•~•
 
When Mickey gets to the Gallagher house everyone has left for the day except
his boyfriend who replied his text saying he was upstairs. He takes them two at
a time and walks into Ian's shared bedroom. He's surprised to find Ian still
sleeping.
“Aye!”
Ian groans but doesn’t open his eyes. “Mick.”
“We’re going to be late for school. The fuck aren’t you ready yet?”
Ian groans again. “Not feeling well. Head. Aches. Badly.”
Mickey drops his bag and sits on the edge of Ian's bed. He runs and hand across
the red hair gently and Ian sighs. “You hangover? D’you drink last night?”
“No.”
“Your head just aches?”
“Yes.”
“Did you take something?”
“Yeah.”
Mickey sighs at the one word answers. “Kay, I'm gonna go to school. Will come
back to check on you after class.”
Ian only moans in reply but doesn’t say anything. Mickey wonders if he should
miss classes and look after him. “No.” Ian lets out, knowing what he's
thinking.
“Fine. I love you.” Mickey says and kisses his forehead. Ian hums in reply and
Mickey stands up, picks the bag from the floor and heads out.
 
                               ~•~•~•
 
“Williams nice job.” Wilson hands Charles his math quiz and the guy smirks at
Mickey triumphantly.
Mickey chews on his bottom lip nervously curious to see what the other boy got.
Mickey had worked too hard on this test to be beaten by a guy in a ponytail .
“A minus.” Charles whispers to Mickey lifting the test as evidence.
Mickey's leg shakes under the desk as he waits for his test. “Milkovich, very
good.” Mickey hurriedly checks his grade and smirks before lifting the paper
for Charles to see.
“Fucking A plus bitch.” He whispers and raises and eyebrow. Charles’ face turns
red with anger.
The day just got better for Mickey. especially seeing Charles sulk for the
entirety of the class. Mickey only remembers the guy vaguely from elementary,
but they have always been math rivals. Both of them trying to outdo the other
in every test. This win had been important though because it had been a pop
quiz and Wilson himself had admitted to it been extra difficult. And now Mickey
had kicked Charles’ ass. He couldn’t wait for the bell to ring so he could
gloat.
                                    ~•
“You were just lucky.” Charles says when it's just the two of them left in
class.
“Man, you need to come up with a better line ‘cause that one’s getting old.”
Mickey mocks with a chuckle.
“That’s because we both know who the smarter one is.”
“You’re a sore fucking loser man.” Mickey picks up his bag.
Charles glares clearly getting angry. “Fuck off and go gloat to your little
boyfriend. He’ll care, ‘cause I don’t.”
Mickey stops in his tracks. “Watch it. Being gay doesn’t make me a little
bitch.”
Charles smirks, happy to have found something that riles Mickey up. He steps up
to Mickey's face. “What will you about it, little bitch?”
Mickey chuckles dangerously and rubs a thumb across his nose. “Okay.” he takes
a few steps towards the door. “Okay.” he repeats and turns around. His hand is
on his door when the idiot speaks again.
Charles laughs even more  confident than he was before. “That’s what I
thought!” he shouts. “Go ahead, run.” He adds. “Little bitch.”
Mickey stills. He grits his teeth in anger trying to get some semblance of
control. Charles’ pride is clearly wounded and he's now looking for a fight.
But Mickey has reached his boiling point. There’s no one here to  stop him and
he's afraid if he starts pounding on the guy's face he won't be able to stop.
So he gets his breathing in control all the while contemplating murder, and
instead keeps walking.
 
                               ~•~•~•
 
When Mickey leaves the school  grounds all he wants is to see his boyfriend.
Ian will be able to make his mood all better. One smile from the ginger idiot
and Mickey will be golden. When he gets home however, Ian still hasn’t left his
room and Mandy and Dillon are there too.
“What's up?” he greets when he walks into Ian's room. He takes a deep breath
when he gets hit by the smell of weed.
“Hey babe.”
“Hey Mick.”
“Sup Mickey Mick.”
They all reply at the same time. He drops his bag and walks towards the bed
bending to give Ian a long deep kiss.
“Ugh. Enough. I'm not high enough.” Mandy protests.
Mickey drops next to Ian, misplacing Dillon who’s forced to sit on the chair by
the desk. “How was class?” Ian asks.
“I beat Charles on that last math test and he kept calling me a little bitch.”
Mickey takes the blunt Ian offers him.
“Tell me you dropped his ass.” Dillon lights another one.
“Nah, not today. He’ll get his time.”
“Just don’t chop off his fucking ponytail.” Ian jokes and they all laugh.
“Fuck off, I'm not a fucking kid anymore.”
“Ian will you be well enough for the auction on Friday?” Mandy asks lying down
on the foot of the bed.
“I think so. It's gone down a bit but not really. But I'm sure ill be fine.
Friday is a week away.”
Mickey reaches up and caresses Ian’s hair. His boyfriend moans and leans into
his touch. “So good.”
Mickey smiles but doesn’t stop. Mickey scoots towards the wall so Ian can get
comfortable when he puts his head on his thigh. “Auction?” he asks.
“Yeah.” Ian sighs happily. “For some charity thing and it's mandatory for all
football players.”
“What? Like, students will bid on you guys?” Mickey pauses on his massage and
Ian taps his hand so he can continue.
“Yes!” Mandy readily offers. “And whoever you bid on, he is yours for the
weekend.”
Mickey lifts Ian's heads so he's sitting up. the latter whines but sits up
anyway. “The fuck does that mean?”
“It means Mick,” Mandy looks at her brother with a smile. “that if someone bids
on Ian, he is theirs for the weekend.”
“You're not doing this.”
“I have to Mick. The entire team has to?” Ian explains tiredly and lies on his
pillow because his head feels too heavy.
“Like fuck, I'm letting you go with some girl or worse guy for the entire
fucking weekend.”
“So bid on me.” Ian smiles with a lot of effort.
Mickey frowns and studies his boyfriend. “Do we need to get you to a fucking
hospital?”
“No, I'm fine. It's nothing.”
“What happened Ian?” Mickey asks seriously.
 Ian sighs and looks at his boyfriend. "Fine. I'll tell you. But you have to
promise not to do anything."
 Mickey frowns at him suspiciously. "No."
Ian shrugs. "Then i won't tell ya."
Mickey stares at him, tongue against the inside of his cheek. "Fine."
"I dont believe you."
 "Dammit Ian! Did someone do this to you?" Ian raises an eyebrow impressively.
Having mastered the art from growing side to side with Mickey. Mickey is forced
to relent. He reaches for the weed in Mandy's hand. "Fine. I won't do
anything." He mumbles.
"Frank ruffed me up a couple of times yesterday but I'm good now." Ian watches
his boyfriend's face. He smirks at his protective demeanor.
After a few seconds Mickey settles for, "Fucking Frank." 
"Man, your dad's an asshole." Dillon speaks up holding the smoke in.
Ian doesn't need reminding. He lights up another blunt then lays back on
Mickey's thighs. The latter continues with the head massage and Ian has never
felt more comfortable. The four of them spend the rest of the evening smoking
it up and Lip joins them a while later. 
 
                               ~•~•~•
 
 "Hello Ian, Mickey tell you how he cheated?" 
It's a free period, but Ian and a couple of other students stayed back in class
anyway. Here he is trying to bask in the fact that they have no class but of
course fucking Charles has to come and ruin that. 
"Mickey never cheats." Ian scrolls though the Facebook photos he uploaded of
his boyfriend recently. If Mickey ever finds them he is so dead. "At least not
in math."
"Ha!" Charles shouts making Ian startle. He glares up at the asshole. "So you
admit he does cheat."  
 Ian looks up at him tiredly, already done with this pointless exchange. "Why
the fuck are you here Charles?"
Charles bangs on Ian's desk loudly, leaning over him. "He scored better than
me! That was the exam the seniors took before graduating last year." 
"So?" Ian asks unfazed. 
"So there's no way he got a fucking A plus without fucking cheating!" His voice
is getting louder and Ian can see the few classmates around are watching them
now. 
"Mickey is smarter than you Charles, get over it."
Charles glares down at Ian breathing loudly a few times in anger. Ian waits him
out. 
"Walk away Charles."
Charles turns around to glare at Dillon. "Miller, I see now that your bffs with
Milkovich its your job to defend his girlfriend." 
Ian shoots up at that. He pushes Charles back, catching him by surprise so the
taller man goes down taking two desks with him. "I don't need anyone to fight
my battles." Ian spits angrily. "Insult me again, I fucking dare ya."
Charles laughs and dusts himself up. He steps up to Ian so they're face to
face. "You think can take me? Without your pitbull?" 
Ian smirks. "Only one way to find out." He punctuates his sentence by pushing
at Charles, hard. 
Charles lifts his hand about to land a punch when one sentence gives him pause.
"Do it and you're fucking dead." Mickey growls dangerously from the doorway. 
Ian glances at Dillon and knows he must have texted his boyfriend. He almost
pouts at the missed opportunity to kick ass by himself. 
"Told you you couldn't take me without help from your cheating pit bull."
Charles scoffs condescendingly at him.
Ian can't take it anymore and he punches Charles catching him unaware. The
latter pushes him against his desk and it all gets out of control after that.
Among all the commotion Ian vaguely hears Mickey yell at someone to lock the
door.
Charles is about to swallow his words. 
Apart from the shove, Charles doesn't get to do anything else. Dillon holds him
back while a seething Mickey storms over. Next thing Ian sees is Charles
writhing on the floor with two black eyes and Dillon's foot is on his chest
rendering him immobile. Mickey squats so they're on eye level. 
He clicks his tongue severally. "You know, for a guy spending all this time
trying to prove how fucking smart he is, you sure aren't acting like it. I
mean, laying your hands on him?" Mickey chuckles bitterly. He looks up at
Dillon. "Can you fucking believe the nerve on this guy?" 
Dillon shakes his head. "He's got some big kahunas, I'll give him that." 
"Nah." Mickey looks at Charles who is still trying to act like he's not scared.
"I think it's just stupidity. You don't touch Ian, ever." Charles blinks up at
him. "You hear me?" 
It takes a minute for Ian to process what's happening, but when he does he
quickly sits down so he can hide with his desk. He's getting hard. This, what
Mickey is doing right now makes Ian want to pound him into oblivion. He smiles
happily because that's the first time he has thought about sex since...
Mickey tilts his head and flicks Charles' ponytail in thought. "You know, on
second thought Ian, I think I will cut it." 
"What?" Charles asks his eyes showing full blown panic. "Mickey no, no I have
grown this for years, don't. Please I beg you. I'm sorry." He turns to Ian with
difficulty since Dillon is still stepping on his chest. "Ian fuck, I am sorry.
I will do anything you want just please call him off." 
Mickey and Dillon both turn to look at Ian. When he doesn't say anything Mickey
stretches out his hand and Jack hands him a razor. 
"IAN!" Charles screams with a near sob. "Please. Please I'm begging you." 
Ian looks at Mickey then Charles, then Mickey then Charles again. The class is
now so quiet you could hear a fucking pin drop. Ian doesn't need to look to
know that all eyes are on him.
He smiles gently at his boyfriend. 
"Do it." 
 
                               ~•~•~•
 
Mickey spends the rest of the week trying to raise two hundred dollars. These
are fucking high schoolers the most they'll bid on with is maybe fifty bucks.
And Mickey needs to ensure no one can outbid him. Gallavich may have won best
couple but some people are yet to get the fucking memo. 
Jamie lets him drop off a car. He has no clue who's gonna pick it up but as
long as he leaves the car in the right location his brother will give him five
hundred bucks. As he drives there he wonders if their mom would take his older
brothers money if she knew where they got it from. 
 
This time everything goes smoothly without a hitch and Jamie drops off the cash
the next day. His brother suggests another drop off but Mickey knows if he says
yes it's going to turn into a thing and Ian will will have his ass. And not in
a good way. The good way he's missed for months. 
Oh God, they haven't had sex in months. How are they surviving? 
                                   ~•
Mandy gets the shock of her life when they get to the gym and the first person
to be called on by Mrs. Kramer is Dillon.
"Oh hell no!" Mandy yells as she heads up to the podium. 
"Mr. Miller is seventeen years old, he," Mrs. Miller checks her notes and
Mickey snorts. She can keep looking all she wants she isn't going to find any
good qualities. Dillon isn't even in any clubs. She looks up at the student
body. "Do I hear twenty dollars?" 
"Thirty five?" Someone shouts. 
Mandy hurries and glares up at her boyfriend as bitches continue to bid on him.
"What, the fuck, are you doing up here?!" 
Dillon kneels so they're eye level. "I got detention this morning and Kramer
forced me to do this." 
"So why the fuck didn't you tell me?"
Dillon shrugs with a sheepish smile. "I didn't want you to be mad?" 
"Ugh!" 
"Eighty five!"
"Eighty five dollars for Mr. Miller. Do I hear ninety?" The principal
continues. 
Mandy heads back to her seat fuming, where Mickey can't stop laughing. "One of
this sluts is gonna try to fuck your boyfriend. Men are weak Mandy. Can you see
him turning any of them down when they're standing in front of him,
naked? Because I can't."
 Mandy glares at him. "Mickey give me your money." 
"Yeah, no. I'm trying not to end up in your position." 
"Do I hear one twenty?" 
"Come on Mick, no one in their right mind will dare to bid on Ian. Especially
not after what you did to Charles." 
Mickey thinks about it. That could be true. But there are still some daring
people out there. "Nah, can't take that chance. Going to the bathroom." He
finishes and heads out.
Mandy sits still glaring daggers at the ladies bidding on his boyfriend. She
stands up and glares at the girl who's currently on the lead. She's a fucking
senior. God dammit. 
"Cynthia don't you fucking dare." Mandy warns. 
Cynthia smirks at her and pulls out some bills from her purse. "Bring it on,
Milkovich." She then turns to the stage and yells. "Two hundred dollars for
Dillon Miller!" 
"Two hundred going once, going twice, sold to be beautiful lady over there. You
may claim your price." 
Mandy has never been more angry. She looks at Dillon who can only shrug
apologetically as he gets pulled off the stage by the bitch Cynthia. The next
candidate is a cheerleader and since it's already happened to her she can now
laugh as it happens to other people. It's all fun and games until Ian gets
called on stage and the entire student body goes quiet. 
The principal frowns, looking around wondering what could be the matter.
Especially since she's being trying to quiet people down since the entire thing
started. 
Mandy looks behind her and Mickey isn't back yet. She looks back at Ian and he
really is looking all kids of sexy. He's slightly taller than he was when the
year started, all the football playing is giving him muscles and shoulders and
demn he looks good.
Mickey better get here fast. 
"Does anyone at all want to bid on Mr. Gallagher?" Mrs. Kramer speaks up when
it's been a couple minutes of quiet. 
"No because no one wants to end up dead." Someone jokes quietly behind Mandy.
"Or hairless." Another one adds. 
She just rolls her eyes. 
"Mr. Gallagher is on the football team, he is an upstanding student, and," 
"One hundred and fifty dollars!" People gasp when some girl speaks up. 
Mandy cranes her neck neck get a glimpse. She knows her. That's Kelci. Ian took
her to prom once. 
"Do I hear one sixty?" The principal asks.
"One eighty!" 
Okay, what is happening?
Mandy almost laughs when she sees who's spoken up. It's that idiot who tried to
seranade Ian during that basketball game. Where the hell is her brother? The
more he's not here the more people think they have a chance. Ian looks at her
and she shrugs in reply.
Get your ass in here. People are bidding on your bf.
The bid is up to 210 dollars by the time Mickey comes rushing in. The crowd
goes quiet again. Mandy winces at the smile on Ian's face. It looks almost
painful. God these two were pathetic. 
"Two hundred and ten going once," 
"What the fuck?" Mickey mumbles. "Three hundred dollars for Ian fucking
Gallagher!" 
Mrs. Kramer sighs. "Language Milkovich. Sold to the lovely young man. You may
come claim your price." 
Mickey smirks and walks up the stage. Ian claps excitedly. He's like an
adorable puppy. Mandy snickers as the two bidders sit down dejectedly. What
were they even thinking? 
Ian pulls Mickey up on the stage and pecks him on the lips before guiding him
off stage. 
"Next we have Mason." Mrs. Kramer continues. 
"The fuck was that for?" Mickey rubs his abused hand where Ian just pinched
him. 
"Where were you?" 
"I went to the bathroom then went out for a smoke." 
"You picked cigarettes over me?"
Mickey smiles up at his gorgeous boyfriend. Only Ian would draw to such a
conclusion. "C'mere." 
Ian smiles and wraps his arms around Mickey's shoulders diving in for the
offered kiss. He moans around Mickey's tongue and ends the kiss leading him to
the nearest empty room.
"Where are we going?" Mickey asks. 
"You're going to blow me, to make up for picking the cancer stick over me." 
Mickey stops and pulls Ian back. "Wait what?" 
Ian smiles softly. "You heard me." 
Mickey swallows. "You sure?" 
Ian pulls him into the hallway and inside the fist class they see. And when
Mickey gets pushed against the door so Ian can grind the dicks together, he
supposes he has his answer. 
Chapter End Notes
     ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
***** Chapter 23 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Yo. I need to talk to you.”
“Mickey Mick, what's good?” Dillon opens the door and lets Mickey walk in
before heading over their mini bar to pour them a glass of whiskey even though
it’s barely 9:00AM.
Mickey receives the drink and downs all of it then lifts his glass for a
refill. “Okay so, it's Ian's birthday this Saturday and I kinda wanna throw him
a party.”
“Kinda?”
Mickey scoffs. “Fine. I do wanna throw him a party. He says it's no big fucking
deal but it's his sweet sixteen, you know? And Ian… he’s the type to
want something for his birthday.” He sips his new drink. “Plus. He got super
gay on me last year during mine.”
“Aww,” Dillon mocks.
“Shut up. You’re in a relationship now, you’ll be coming to me soon.”
Dillon nods. “So he went all out on your sweet sixteen, and now you feel
obligated?”
Mickey smiles at the memory. It had only been him and Ian but the redhead had
organized a whole day of fun activities with Mickey. Then he’d proceeded to
make Mickey dinner before fucking him into oblivion. It was among one of the
best days of his life. “It’s not about that though. I love the little shit.”
Dillon laughs. “I get it man. I get it. Just messing with ya. What do you
need?”
“A venue.”
“Done. This weekend the house is yours. What else? I can cover booze, food,
weed and all that other shit.”
“Nah.” Mickey replies. “The rest have to come from me or else I didn’t throw
Ian a birthday party, you did. And that doesn’t fly with me.”
Dillon laughs again. “Whatever you say man.”
 
                                 ~•~•~•
 
The Next Day.
It's been a week since the whole auction business and it was now on a cool
Friday afternoon. With it being almost the end of the year the weather was
beginning to change and Ian was already missing summer. He finishes doing the
dishes and heads upstairs to go text his boyfriend. Mickey has been very busy
for this entire week and Ian has barely seen him. His boyfriend has been
disappearing most evenings and Ian is trying to be the bigger man here, and not
accuse him of impossible things. Impossible things like Mickey getting tired of
waiting for Ian to get over what happened. Impossible things like Mickey
fucking someone else. Ian knows both those things are impossible because Mickey
would never do that to him but, he's only human.
Babe?
The response comes immediately. Warming Ian’s heart.Sup
Where are you?
Will be home in a few, you wanna go wait go wait for me there?
Ian doesn’t even reply. He just grabs his jacket and scarf running out of the
house and towards the Milkoviches.
                                     ~•
Ian is kicking Iggy’s ass in a game of helo when Mickey finally shows up. He
leans behind the coach and waits until Ian wins again so he can run a hand
through the red hair. “Hey.”
Ian drops the controls and jumps up coming around the couch, pulling Mickey
into his arms. They immediately start making out but Iggy is having none of it.
He stands up and pushes them both forcefully into Mickey's bedroom.
“Ass!” Ian calls when Iggy pushes them inside and closes the door. He turns to
Mickey with a smile. “Hey baby.” Mickey inhales sharply and dives back into
Ian's waiting arms. They kiss and pull at each other till Ian has to pull away,
breathing hard. “Where were you?”
“Jamie needed my help with something.” It's true. Except, Mickey is the one who
had asked Jamie if he needed help. His older brother was always up for helping
Mickey earn some cash so of course he had something. Mickey has been working
for his brother this entire week and now he had more than enough for the party
tomorrow. He just had to make one more drop off today evening and he’ll be good
to go.
“Kay.” Ian replies with a smile because he knows Mickey wouldn’t lie to him.
“So I don’t think I thanked you properly for what you did with Charles.”
“No, no you didn’t.” Mickey replies his voice just as low.
“My man.” Ian groans. “He is not to be trifled with.”
“Demn straight.”
Ian hisses and lies on the bed pulling Mickey to straddle him. Just when the
kiss has gotten heated and Mickey is all but humping his leg he pulls back with
a chuckle. “I'm ready Mick.” Mickey licks his lip and blinks at him. Ian nods.
“So ready.” He drags his left hand across Mickey's ass and presses a finger
into Mickey's hole through the loose jeans he was wearing. Mickey moans and
presses his hard on against Ian's thigh harder. “Want you.”
Mickey is about to start undressing but Ian stops him. “Not today though.
Tomorrow, on my birthday.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “It will be my present.”
Mickey just laughs and kisses his idiot boyfriend.  He can't wait.
 
                                 ~•~•~•
 
As soon as Mickey leaves again that evening, Ian heads home. He is going
through one of the old comic books in his room when Mandy busts in noisily.
“What the fuck Mandy!”
“I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE!”
“Woah.” Ian sits up and takes Mandy's hand in his. Her knuckles have been busy.
“Who the hell did you punch?”
“That bitch Cynthia.”
Ian stares at her incredulously. “The chiq who bid on Dillon?”
She nods. “We were arguing and all over sudden she blurts out that she and
Dillon kissed that weekend. I got so fucking mad I just landed several punches
on her face. Ugh! I cannot believe he lied to me!” she glares at Ian even
though he's not who she's angry at. “He swore to me nothing happened.”
“It ever occur to you she could be lying?” Ian suggests.
Mandy sits down next to him on the bed. “She isn’t. Not Cynthia. Not about
this.”
Ian finds he has nothing to say. “What's your plan now?”
Just then Lip walks in shirtless with a cigarette dangling from the corner of
his lips like every other day. Ian frowns when he sees the way Mandy is looking
at him and he already knows where this is going.
“Mandy no.”
Of course Mandy ignores him. “Hi Lip.” She stands up and twirls her hair. When
she bites her lip and trails her hand up her thigh so she's exposing the
nakedness there, Ian is out.
If this is her solution she's a grown woman. Ian is definitely not going to be
there for it. Especially since he knows Lip is not going to turn her down.
 
                                 ~•~•~•
 
The following morning Ian wakes up to the smell of bacon under his nose.  He
opens his eyes to find a smiling Debbie in his face holding a piece of bacon.
He grins sleepily. “Really Debs?”
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” All his siblings he had yet to notice were in the room too
yell and he startles. Well, he's definitely awake now.
They leave the room to let him get dressed and when he gets downstairs he finds
ready-made breakfast and even a small birthday cake. They smile at him and kiss
and hug him. Ian knows it's going to be a good day if this is how it starts.
They all seat around the kitchen table and dive in.
“Thanks guys.”
“You're welcome kiddo.” Fiona replies squeezing his hand.
“Whatever, I'm just looking forward to the party.” Like says with his mouth
full. 
“You guys are throwing me a party?” Ian looks at Lip surprised.
“No, Mickey. What the fuck!” Lip glares at Carl who slaps his face with a
pancake.
“It was supposed to be a surprise?” it's Debbie who snaps.
Ian smiles happily and Lip who was about to apologize changes his mind. “Do you
see him upset?”
“That’s not the point asshole.” Fiona tells him and Ian just laughs.
His boyfriend is throwing him a party? This day just keeps getting better and
better. But if he finds that bitch Avery there, there will be hell to pay.
Avery better not be @ my party!
Fucking Lip.
Is the reply he gets and just like that, he's grinning again.
Happy birthday babe.
Ian squeals and Fiona demands to see why. Like fuck Ian will let her know he's
happy Mickey called him babe.
I love you.
Mickey sends again and Ian is going to pee on himself if he doesn’t settle
down.
Thanks Mick. I'm on my way.
 
                                 ~•~•~•
 
The Party
Iggy drops Mickey, Ian, Mandy and Lip at the Millers and Ian’s heart is already
beating too fast with excitement. He walks in to find a few people have already
arrived. Taking Mickey's hand, the latter leads them towards the seat closest
to the TV.
“Move.” Mickey snaps at the couple currently occupying the seat.
Ian watches them scurry away and yeah, maybe he can see why some people would
call Mickey a bully.
They seat side by side on the love seat big enough for two. One of the guys
from Dillon's crew offers Ian a variety of drinks available and he decides to
relish on the fact that he has people on his beck and call just because it's
his day. Ian spots Dillon walking towards Mandy and watches them kiss. Under
any other circumstance he would be on Dillon asking him why he cheated, but
Mandy got him back or whatever so Ian is staying away from that drama.
Instead he grabs the offered beer and turns to look at Mickey with a smile.
“This is why you’ve been MIA last couple of days, isn’t it?” Mickey shrugs and
Ian's eyes turn soft as he looks at his boyfriend in the most loving way Mickey
has ever seen. “Thank you.” He says before pressing their lips together.
                                     ~•
 
Ian groans and wakes up looking around the room. People are passed out and
scattered all over the living room in one way or another. He groans again and
sits up. Racking his brain, he tries to remember what had happened last night.
He looks beside him to find Mickey passed out his hand across Ian's middle.
What the fuck had happened last night?
He remembers thanking Mickey for throwing him this party, then his boyfriend
had started feeding him shots and that was that.
“You played spin the bottle and kissed Christie! Fucking Christie!”
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”
Seriously? Why do people play that fucking game?! Ian cranes his neck to see
what the fuck was going on. A couple was arguing about spin the bottle and one
of the passed out bodies was protesting the noise. He lies back down on the
carpet and decides not to ever move again for the rest of his life.
                                     ~•
On Sunday afternoon Ian and Mickey walk back home feeling so much better after
having taken a cold shower at Dillon’s. They don’t speak, both boys thinking
about the same thing. Ian wants to be inside Mickey more than he ever has
before and Mickey is walking so fast he's practically running. They walk inside
the Gallagher house -since it's closer than Mickey's- heading upstairs. No one
is ever home on Sunday afternoons.
They walk into Ian's room and close the door behind them. They reach for each
other’s jackets and get undressed faster than they ever have. It's been too
long. Too fucking long since they made love and it's been driving Mickey crazy.
Now here Ian is, ready and willing and Mickey plans on taking full advantage.
Mickey gets on the bed and turns over, presenting his naked ass making Ian
curse repeatedly. Mickey just smiles and wiggles his ass impatiently and Ian
curses again before reaching for the lube and getting behind him. He presses
one of his lube coated fingers into Mickey.
“Shit Ian.” Mickey pants and pushes back onto the long finger working him open.
“More.” he demands. Ian adds a second finger and Mickey starts fucking himself
back onto them. Ian groans and bends forward to kiss and nibble on his horny
boyfriend’s neck. “I need you.” Mickey begs breathlessly. Ian pulls his fingers
out and coats his dick with more lube and holds the base of his cock. He
presses it against Mickey's entrance but doesn’t do anything. “What's
happening? Why are you not moving?”
“Been too long without this Mick. Want you face to face, turn around.”
Mickey quickly obeys. Ian hovers over Mickey and gets between his open legs.
They stare at each other for a few seconds, each boy thinking just how much
they loved the other. Mickey's finger sweeps over Ian's mouth making him gasp
and lose his breath all at once. He then pulls Ian down and replaces his finger
with his lips, pressing a quick kiss there before pulling away.
He moans and wraps his legs around Ian's waist, clinging to the man above him
while Ian slowly sinks into him. This is so intense Mickey doesn’t know whether
to cry or feel fucking blessed over the fact that he has someone who loves him
this much.
“Ian.” He lets out when his boyfriend finally bottoms out but goes still above
him. “Ian, more.”
“Just give me a second babe.” Ian groans before moving his hips, sliding all
the way out then painfully, slowly sliding back in.
Mickey swore he was going to die if Ian kept up this slow torturous pace but he
lets him because this is what his boyfriend needs right now. However when Ian
doesn’t up the speed five minutes later, Mickey decides the slow pace has gone
on for long enough.
“Ian please fuck me!”
“No.” Mickey looks up at Ian shocked and Ian smiles. “I'm going to make love to
you.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ian. You plan on torturing me, don’t you?”
Ian leans down so he's by his ear. “Yes.” He whispers then starts moving again
driving Mickey insane.
It's not that Mickey hates it, he doesn’t. He loves when Ian takes it slow, but
today, no. Today is not going to be that day. He slaps Ian's ass hard with both
hands and pushes him inside him forcefully. The latter yells but it soon turns
into a moan when Mickey pushes back into his hardness.
“You're right.” Ian moans. “Fuck slow.”
With that Mickey gets his wish as Ian sets a pace and starts thrusting into him
steadily. Ian smiles when Mickey starts making this delicious sounding moans
and he finds himself losing control. He pulls out then thrusts back into him
hard and they both cry out loudly but Ian doesn’t slow down. Instead he picks
up his pace giving Mickey exactly what he wants.
“Faster!” Ian does as told. “Faster!” Mickey commands.
“Okay, that’s it.” Ian lifts one of Mickey's legs and puts it on his shoulder.
He then goes even faster than he was before.
Neither knows what happens after that but they’re both coming simultaneously
with each other’s names on their lips.
 
                                 ~•~•~•
 
"You know that was fucking amazing, right?" Mickey says still breathing fast. 
Ian bites his cheek playfully after dropping next to him. "You don't think we
came too fast?" 
"Are you kidding me? You spent the first thirty minutes fucking me with the
pace of a fucking snail!" Ian laughs and throws a hand across his chest. "Just
saying, for two guys out of practice..." 
"If you say so babe." 
"Fuck off you liked it." Mickey lies on his side so he can look at Ian. 
Ian smiles gently and caresses his cheek. "It was sex with you, of course it
was amazing."
Mickey smiles pleased and they lay there quietly for a while. He sighs happily,
feeling comfortable in the silence. However, you can only enjoy the quiet for
so long when you're dating Ian. 
"My party was awesome by the way." He kisses Mickey. "I mean, sure I don't
remember most of it but that means I had fun, right?"
"Oh you had fun alright." Mickey chuckles. "Dillon had to stop me from fighting
three people but you definitely had fun." He laughs. 
"I love you baby." Ian kisses him. 
"I love you too." Mickey sits up and reaches for his trouser that's on the
floor. He looks through his pockets and pulls out a silver chain. 
"Is that for me?" Ian gasps.
"No, I'm about to open the window and throw it to the homeless guy camping
outside." Mickey says sarcastically and Ian giggles. "Yeah, I got it for you a
few months ago." 
Ian takes it and caresses the I&M embedded in the chain. "It's beautiful." He
whispers in awe. 
"Kinda like the giftee?" Mickey asks cheekily and Ian snots. 
"Now who's being gay?" Mickey rolls his eyes and Ian laughs again. "I love it
babe." He pecks Mickey on the lips. "It's gorgeous, and I will wear it all the
time and never take it off. Even when I shower it will be on me. And then," 
"Does anyone ever tell you, you talk to much?" 
"Of course. I'm seeing this grump and he tells me everyday that I'm annoying
and talk too much." Mickey bites his lip to contain his huge smile. "But he
still loves me no matter what."
Mickey shakes his head and takes the chain from Ian putting it around his neck.
Ian kisses the pendant and grins loudly at Mickey. Before Mickey can make fun
of him though, Ian is on him and turning him around so he's lying on his
stomach. Mickey barely knows what's happening before Ian is pushing inside him
for the second time in an hour. 
When did he even get hard? "Shit." He curses his dick filling up instantly.
Mickey grabs onto the sheets hard as Ian goes town on his ass. He is not
messing around this time either. The redhead is going hard and fast sweat
forming on his forehead. 
"Shit Mickey. Shit!" 
They're moaning loudly, completely loosing themselves in this second round.
Mickey thinks he's going blind because of how much Ian presses on his prostate
with every thrust. Ian holds Mickey's waist and lifts his hips so he's
kneeling. Mickey latches onto the headboard.
Fuck, he loves doggy. 
 
Mickey hears, more than sees the door open. He hears a loud gasp and turns his
head. Fiona is looking at them with a shocked look on her face. He expects Ian
to stop but his boyfriend is doing no such thing. 
"AAAAAAH FIONA!" Ian shouts but keeps thrusting. "GO, AWAY!"
Mickey sees her cover her eyes. She tries to close the door but keeps missing
the knob until she finally succeeds and leaves. 
"So good baby, so good!" Ian moans still going. He doesn't even seem to care,
too far gone on the pleasure. 
Mickey ducks his head and continues to take it. His boyfriend has been a man
starving and is now making up for it. 
Ian growls. "Don't go quiet on me now baby." He rotates his hips pressing on
Mickey's prostate. 
Mickey hisses loudly. "Jesus, fuck!" 
"There we go." Ian spanks him and tilts back his head relishing in the pleasure
his boyfriend is providing right at his moment. 
Chapter End Notes
     My cousin just washed me with cold fucking water, with my clothes on,
     and not to mention my hair!!!! Just because it's my birthday. *huffs*
     Gonna get her back on hers and that water will be muddy.
     Anyhu, hope you guys liked. i just turned 26!! Where are my wishes?
     *toothy smile*
***** Chapter 24 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Ian lifts Mickey's shirt and drops the material to the floor. He skims his eyes
over the lean muscles of Mickey's chest and even though he's had him shirtless
countless times before, he is still very overwhelmed by him.
 “God you’re beautiful.” Ian lets out as his fingers graze Mickey's ribs making
his boyfriend shiver.
“Shut up.” Mickey snaps blushing.
“Don’t be an asshole right now.”
“Sorry.” Mickey smiles sheepishly. "Even with my beard?" 
Ian smiles and nods. Mickey had out of the blue decided to start growing a
beard. It was weird. But in a nice way. "Even with your beard." 
Mickey moves and grips the edge of Ian's shirt and slowly lifts it up exposing
his boyfriend’s rippled body. He pulls it over the red head and tosses it on
the floor. He reaches and traces Ian's abs and the latter shivers. Wrapping a
hand around Ian's waist he pulls him closer. Ian leans down and kisses him
slowly so Mickey moans against his lips getting lost in the contact. They
quickly remove the rest of their clothes and Ian guides them towards Mickey's
bed without breaking the kiss.
“How do you want it?”
“From behind.” Mickey is quick to reply.
Ian pushes him on the bed and Mickey drops on his ass with a laugh but then
turns around exposing said naked ass to his boyfriend.
Ian licks his lips. “You know what your ass does to me, don’t you?”
Mickey turns his head and gives him a sly smile. “Don’ know what the fuck
you're talking about.”
Ian just hums and grabs the lube from the drawer while squeezing Mickey's sweet
ass with his other hand. He starts stretching his boyfriend. The resistance is
there but the lube is making it easier to stretch him open. He puts one finger,
two, then wiggles them till he can add a third. Mickey writhes desperately
against his fingers sweat dump on his chest and forehead. He breathes in and
out harshly waiting for Ian's long girth to finally get inside him.
“You ready?” Ian teases with a smile his dick lingering by the entrance.
Mickey growls and pushes back so Ian's dick breaches him slowly inch by inch.
Ian hisses loudly at the tight warm welcoming heat of his boyfriend. Ian pulls
out before he can fully bottom out and Mickey pushes himself back reaching for
Ian's dick in protest. Ian groans when he sees his boyfriend's hole stretch
around his dick greedily. Mickey calls out Ian's name and pauses. He lets
himself adjust then continues to push back until Ian is completely buried
inside him.
“Ian.” Mickey whispers then turns his head to look at Ian.
His boyfriend’s face is red and he has little beads of sweat running down his
temple despite the cold weather. Ian catches his eyes and groans before sitting
back on his heels and Mickey of course moves with him. This changes the angle
so his cock is pressing deep inside his boyfriend.
“Keep going babe,” Ian breathes. “Fuck yourself on me.”
“Shit.”Mickey moves forward slowly and grits his teeth as Ian's hardness grazes
his prostate. It's too much, feels too good. He feels weak, boneless and
doesn’t want to do all the work. Doesn't want to do any of the work. He's lost
all his energy. “I can't Ian… please.”
“Keep going baby.” Ian repeats. “Just a little bit and then I'll take over.”
“Okay.” Mickey sighs before situating himself. He then starts fucking himself
back onto Ian's dick. “Anggggg… IAN!”
“Yes baby, that’s it.” Ian encourages his boyfriend who is so gone on the
pleasure at this point. He caresses Mickey's arms, back and neck before leaving
a gentle kiss there.
“Can't.”
Ian kisses his neck again. “Okay my love… I got you.”
Without further ado Ian pulls out but quickly turns Mickey around so he’s on
his back. Without giving him time to complain, he immediately gets between his
boyfriend’s legs and penetrates him in one swoop. Mickey lets out a chocked off
moan, his hands scrambling for purchase on Ian's back when he starts thrusting
into him relentlessly.
As much as he enjoys doggy, this is how Mickey loves Ian; his weight pressing
down on him as the red head moves inside him. His soft sounds of pleasure
sending heat down Ian's spine as fucks him hard into the bed. They're trying to
be quiet because it a full house but there are moments when they're not as
successful. Even though they could care less right now. This love making
session is too good.
“Fuck, I love you Ian.” Mickey cries out breathlessly as he drags his nails
down Ian's back.
He does it so hard it's painful for Ian, but it's immediately counteracted by
the pleasure so Ian lets him. It feels good, so good that he can feel his
impending orgasm about to take over him. He reaches between them and grabs
Mickey’s dick – he is also very close. Ian comes with a loud groan and goes for
a deep kiss with Mickey following not far behind.
“Fuck.” Both boys curse as they shake, due to the amazing feeling the just gave
each other.
Mickey wraps his arms around Ian and they start making out lazily with Ian
still inside him. “I love you too Mick.” Ian says before going back in to
elongate the kiss.
Mickey has no idea how long they make out till they fall asleep in each other’s
arms. 
 
                           ~°~°~°~°~
 
Ian gets up early and leaves Mickey in bed so he can go home and get his books.
He kisses his gorgeous boyfriend goodbye trying not to wake him. Gathering his
clothes from around the floor he puts them on and slowly opens the door.
“Morning mama Milkovich.”
“Ian! Morning. Slept good?”
Ian nods with a smile. He most certainly did. “Yes I did.”
“Will you have some breakfast?” she points at where she's already set the table
for her kids.
“Sure.” He grabs a pancake and kisses her on the cheek. She cups his own and
smiles at him gently before letting him go. Ian leaves with a huge smile. 
He pulls the jacket tighter around himself as he heads over to his house. It’s
been so cold in the mornings last couple of weeks. He could certainly use a
cigarette. When he walks into the Gallagher house he finds Fiona in the kitchen
already finishing on breakfast herself.
“Hi Fi.” He watches her duck her head like she's been doing since the day she
walked in on him balls deep inside Mickey. He decides this has gone on for long
enough.
“Hello Ian.”
“Okay, we need to talk.”
Fiona scoffs. “No we don’t.”
“Yes we do. You walked in on me and Mickey fucking and now you can't look me in
the fucking eye!”
“That is so not true Ian.” She denies and Ian rolls his eyes.
“Then do it. Look at me.”
Fiona sighs and gives in. She raises her head slowly and looks at him. “Fine.
You’re my little brother and that was… that was intense.”
“Carl is your little brother.” Ian corrects and gets a middle finger for his
efforts. But she's smiling so that’s something. “You heard us moaning in there
Fi, yet you still opened the door.”
Fiona raises her hands. “I was curious alright?”
Ian frowns. “You know there’s such a thing as gay porn, right? Or did you
figure your brother would give a better show?” he teases
“Ew! Ew! No. I wasn’t curious about the sex I was curious to know who… takes
it.”
Ian laughs. “What?” she nods. “And?”
Fiona raises and eyebrow with a big smile. “I was definitely surprised.”
Ian twists his lips. “Expected it to be me, huh?”
“Yeah. Kinda want that though. I know you’re way younger but I want what you
guys have.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet.” Ian coos and Fiona slaps him with the dish towel on her
shoulder.
They smile at each other for a while. “I'm so happy for you Ian. That you found
love at such a young age. You're very lucky.”
“Yeah.” Ian takes the coffee she hands him and uses it to warm his hands. “I
know.”
Just then they hear a knock on the door. They frown at each other and Ian goes
to open it. “Dillon?”
“Sup red.”
Ian steps back to let him in. “Is this becoming a thing now? You and me.
Because I didn’t think you even knew where I live and now you keep showing up.”
Dillon sighs. “Are you done?”
“Yeah.” Ian replies with a grin. “Just, can I shower and you can tell me what
this is about on the way to school?”
“Sure.” Dillon replies and takes a seat.
Ian just shakes his head and heads upstairs.
                           ~°~
“So what's going on?” Ian asks as he shuts the door behind him.
“It's about Mandy.” Dillon says and Ian swallows trying to act like he knows
nothing. “Look, I know secrecy is a big deal with you guys. And I'm coming to
you because Mick will punch the shit out of me.”
“What makes you think I won't?”
Dillon runs a hand across his fast growing brown hair. “After that auction
bullshit, that Catherine chiq,”
“Cynthia.” Ian corrects.
“Yes her.” Dillon stops so Ian does too. “I'm at home minding my own fucking
business then the girl shows up at my place with nothing but a coat on. Right?”
“U-huh. When was this?”
“That weekend we were supposed to spend with the people who bid on us.”
The kiss. Ian realizes. “So what happened?”
“As soon as I open my door she unties her coat exposing all her goods. I'm
tryina to show her out but at the same time I'm still a man so of course I get
hard.” Ian is just watching him intently at this point. “So she takes that as
her go ahead to… to…”
“Look Dillon. If you're about to describe the sex you guys…”
“No!” Dillon interrupts. “I would never do Mandy like that. I didn’t fuck her.”
“But?” Ian raises a quizzical eyebrow.
“But we made out." He diverts his eyes and adds, "Just a little bit.”
Ian sighs deeply. He so did not sign up for this Mandy, Dillon drama. “Why are
you telling me this?”
Dillon gestures around with his hands. “You know Mandy best. Even more than
Mickey does. And when she asked me about it, I lied. So now I wanna confess but
I wanted to know if you think she would leave me over a kiss?”
Ian scratches his hair. Mandy fucked Lip so chances are no she won't be mad. “I
think you should tell her.”
“Are you sure?” Dillon questions doubtfully. “’Cause I'm not trying to lose her
man.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have kissed fucking Cynthia.”
“Good point.”
“Tell her. She will be a little upset but I'm sure if you explain yourself
she’ll understand.”
Dillon nods. “Okay thanks.” He keeps nodding and fidgeting so Ian laughs.
“I have to tell Mickey Dillon, but don’t worry, I will… explain or whatever. He
won't be mad at you.”
Dillon tilts his head. “How? I cheated on his sister that he didn’t want me
dating for this exact reason. How do you…”
“Do you wanna tell him yourself?” Ian snaps.
“No.” Dillon shakes his head vehemently. “No, you do it.”
Ian laughs and the two keep walking. He texts his boyfriend to let him know
he's already on his way to school. 
 
                           ~°~°~°~°~
 
 The bell rings and Wilson gathers up his books. "You have one final exam
before you break for Christmas. So please study. I'm tired of seeing those
disappointing grades." The students get up from their desks. "And Milkovich,
I'm gonna need you to get rid of that beard." 
"What? Why!" Mickey looks at their teacher in disbelief while Ian tries not to
laugh. 
"Because I said so." Wilson says with finality and walks out. 
"Like fuck I will." Mickey mutters. 
"Yeah you will." Ian tells him. "Or he won't let you in any of his classes.
Heard that's what he did to some dude in the eleventh grade."
Mickey glares at him but leads the way as they walk out of class. Mickey has
been growing a beard for the last two weeks and it's visibly long now. Ian has
a love-hate relationship with it. Sometimes he thinks he loves it, other times
he's not so sure. So he can't empathize with Mickey at this point. 
"Ahhh." Mandy sighs as she drops on one of the bleachers. Dillon sits next to
her while Ian and Mickey sit on the one above them. 
Mickey immediately lights a cigarette. "Fucking Wilson. Why do I gotta get rid
of my beard?" 
"Yeah too bad. Think it looks bad ass." Dillon says as he lights up his own
stick. 
"Fucking bad ass." Ian hugs Mickey from behind and pecks his hairy cheek. 
"Shut up. You don't like it." 
Ian chuckles and let's go of him so he can reach for the cigarette. "I do not,
not like it." 
"I have a game for the both of you." Mandy interrupts. 
"What game?" Mickey asks her suspiciously. 
"Smash or pass." 
Ian laughs. "Oh, I'm in." He wants to hear what Mickey's taste is. 
"The fuck is that?" 
Mandy sits up and Dillon chuckles. "I will give you celebrity options, and you
will tell us if you would smash or pass."
Mickey scoffs. "Luckily for you I'm bored. Shoot." 
"Okay." Mandy pulls out her phone. "Mick you go first. Would you smash or pass
Channing Tatum?" 
"Thanks to your stupid ass i know who that is. Pass." Mickey blows smoke out of
his nose and puts out the finished cigarette.
Mandy gasps. "What?!" Mickey shrugs. "Okay Ian. Would you smash or pass," she
smiles at him cheekily. "Justin Timberlake?" 
"Smash, smash and smash. Definitely smash. I would smash him so..." 
"We get it." Mickey interrupts and Dillon cracks up. 
"Well this is fun." 
"Mickey, would you smash or pass, McKinley Freeman?" 
"Who the fuck is that?" Mandy shows him a picture. "Oh smash for sure." Ian
pinches him. "What? He's definitely packing." 
Ian coughs, "Size queen." 
"You got that right." Mickey deadpans.
"TMI, Jesus." Mandy groans. "Ian, would you smash or pass, Chris Hemsworth?" 
"Smash." Ian replies quickly.
Mickey rolls his eyes and Dillon laughs loudly. "You didn't even think about
that one." 
"It's fucking Thor. Come on!" 
"Mick, would you smash or pass Ryan Gosling?" 
Mickey scowls. "Christ Mandy, who the hell are these people?" They all laugh
while Mandy pulls up a photo. "Oh. Pass."
Mandy shakes her head. "I swear to God Mick, you have no taste." 
"I like what I like." 
"Ian, would you smash or pass Harry Styles?" 
Mickey raises an eyebrow at his boyfriend. He still doesn't know who that is
but he dares Ian to say yes. "No?' Ian replies looking at Mickey.
"Is that a fucking question?" Mickey snaps. 
"No. Of course not. It's a pass for me." 
Mandy and Dillon are just snickering at this point. "Mickey would you smash or
pass Justin Beiber?" 
"Oh! I know who that is!" Mickey says excitedly. Ian finds it so endearing he
turns his boyfriend's cheek and plants a lingering kiss on him.
"Of course you do babe."
"If it has to be a singer can it be Eddie Sheeran?" 
"Why?" Mandy questions curiously.
"'Cause he's a redhead." 
"Aww." Ian coos.
"Shut up. I like what I like." 
"Jesus Mickey, sometimes I don't even recognize you. Ian would you smash or
pass Zac Efron?" 
"Smash, for sure." 
Mickey gets up. "Okay, that's it. We're not playing this fucking game anymore."
"Why?" Dillon asks with a cigarette dangling from his lips. "It was just
getting good." 
Mickey points at Ian with his middle finger. "Because this fucker keeps saying
yes to all these fucking questions!" Ian laughs. "Don't you fucking dare, I am
very mad at you." 
Ian quiets and walks down the bleachers too. He stands in front of Mickey who
is lighting another cigarette though still pouting. 
"Mick." Mickey pulls on the cigarette in silence. "Babe. It's just a game, I'm
with you. If I saw these guys in front me I wouldn't touch them." 
"You're only saying that 'cause it's not possible to meet this people." 
"No. I'm saying it 'cause I mean it." Ian wraps his hands around Mickey's neck
and touches their foreheads. "You're the love of my life." 
"You're only sixteen fucking years old Ian. You can't know that." 
Ian sniffs and grabs Mickey's cheeks. "This isn't about the celebrities is
it?" 
"No." Mickey replies quietly. "We are so young. What if the only reason you're
with me is because I'm the only one you know?" He asks earnestly. "We grew up
together, you have never... you haven't been with anybody else how can you know
for sure that I'm the one you want?" 
Ian looks into the blue eyes and smiles gently. "How can you?" Mickey shifts
his eyes but Ian shakes him to keep his eyes on his green ones. "You love me.
You always say I'm it for you and you are in the exact same position as me. We
are both each other's firsts in everything. So how do you know?" 
"I just do." 
"Exactly." Ian replies and pecks him on the lips. "I love you. I have always
loved you. And for the rest of my life I will love you. You and nobody else
Mickey. This is a promise I'm making to you."
Mickey inhales sharply and nods, his eyes watery. The emotion on his face makes
Ian want to cry too. He winces when the cigarette he forgot he was holding
burns out and gets to his forefinger. Ian takes the hurt hand in his own and
sucks Mickey's finger into his mouth. He then blows on it with his boyfriend
smiling at him. "I love you." Ian repeats. 
"I love you too." Mickey replies quickly before closing the distance between
them and kissing the shit out of his amazing boyfriend. 
 
                           ~°~°~°~°~
 
 Mickey knows why he's been growing a beard. Ian assumed it was for fun and
Mickey let him. He hasn't even confined in Dillon. See, Mickey helping out
Jamie didn't stop at Ian's birthday. He never stopped and he's even familiar
with some of the regular buyers at this point. 
This is the sole reason why he grew a beard. So he can stop looking like the
seventeen year old kid that he is. He did it so he could get some respect and
it's working. Now Wilson wants him to cut it off and Ian will wonder why he's
disobeying their teacher if he doesn't. So he is in what they call a fucking
predicament. 
Mickey is driving the latest car to the North side smoking a cigarette trying
to decide how to get out of this, when someone rims into him from behind. 
"FUCK!" Mickey cries out, steps on the breaks and quickly gets out of the car.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" 
The woman gets out of her car in full panic mode crying about how her husband
was going to kill her for this. She is apologizing profusely and crying actual
tears. Mickey looks at his watch and sighs. The damage on the back of the car
is very visible. And somehow one of the side mirrors is down. No way the guy
who bought it is going to take it now. He rubs a hand across his hair and
curses again. After sending the woman on her way he is left staring at the
damaged car. 
He can't tell Jamie about this. 
He cant take the car to the buyer like this. 
His only option is to steal another car... Himself. This exact car.
"Fuck." Just then his phone rings. "Yeah?" 
"Heeeeeey."
"Are you high?" 
"We are at Dillon's smoking Iggy's weed. Where are you? I miss you." Ian
whines. 
Mickey pinches the bridge of his nose.  "I'm a... I'm at Jamie's." 
"Oh okay. Love you babe. Stay out of trouble!"
"Yeah, yeah. You too." Mickey hangs up and takes another look at the busted up
car. "Fuck!" 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I am so sad about Cameron leaving social media because of all the
     hate he's been getting. People fucking suck!
     Anyhu, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I tried not cliffhang you
     guys but its like... I can't help myself. It's an addiction I swear.
     Ha ha ha haa!!
***** Chapter 25 *****
Mickey glances at the back of the white damaged car one more time. He can't be
late. His brother doesn’t usually care about the time as long as car gets
delivered. But Mickey has already made a reputation for himself as being on
time. So despite this particular hiccup he can't be late. He needs to at least
go talk to the guy. Buy sometime while he replaces the damaged car. Either that
or the guy calls Jamie and Mickey doesn’t want his brother to find out he
fucked up.
So getting in the car, he starts and heads to his destination.
 
                          ~°~°~°~°~
 
“Hello Mickey, right on time. Just like I was informed.” The guy Joseph greets.
“I'm gonna enjoy working witcha. I'm a sucker for people who know how to keep
the fucking time.”
Joseph is not that much taller than him. Or older than him. Mickey thinks. But
he's got muscle, almost like he works out a lot. Still, Mickey could take him
if the guy proves to be difficult. Mickey leans on the door after getting out
and lighting a cigarette. He lets Joseph inspect the car even though Mickey
knows what he will find. As if on cue,
“What the fuck?!” a fuming Joseph comes to stand in front of him. “When I sent
Jamie the money, I wasn’t paying for a damaged fucking car!”
“I got into an accident.” Mickey explains calmly, exhaling through his nose.
Joseph gets in his face and pulls the cigarette out of Mickey's mouth throwing
it away. The man speaks through gritted teeth. “I did not order a damaged car.
I was promised a car that would be in perfect fucking condition. What the fuck
is this.”
“Would you just…” Mickey tries.
“You think I work hard just so I can get ripped off? Huh!” Joseph pulls a gun
out and Mickey tries his best not to let his nervousness come through. “You
will get me a new fucking car, or this car won't be the only thing that’s
busted up.” he's pointing the weapon at Mickey's chest now.
Okay, Mickey's had it with this guy. This idiot won't let him get a fucking
word in. Joseph obviously thinks he's got the upper hand so Mickey catches him
off guard when he knocks the gun off his hand. Joseph goes to reach for it but
Mickey is immediately on him pulling him into a choke hold. The guy tries to
detach himself but Mickey uses all the energy he's got. The guy is strong so it
takes a lot out of Mickey.
He's about to start reasoning with the guy and explain that he will indeed
replace the car but Joseph pulls the gun towards him with his foot. Mickey
rolls his eyes and squeezes, he squeezes until the other man passes out. Just
like his brothers taught him and Ian. This is the first time he's ever had to
do it though.
He stands up leaving Joseph on the ground. Sighing, he lights up another
cigarette waiting for the unreasonable prick to come to. Mickey looks around
the street but it's at night and the unconscious body is hidden by the car so
for the next few minutes he’ll be fine. He pulls his phone out and dials.
“Yo, I need your help.”
“Of course. Where you at?”
                                ~°~
When Joseph comes to, it's to find his gun pointed at him. He sits up then
takes a deep breath. “Doesn’t fucking matter if you overpowered me, I still
need a new fucking car.” He says looking up at Mickey. “Or else I'll spread the
word and that will ruin your boss’ business. And from what I've heard, Jamie
isn’t too kind on people who try to fuck him over.”
Mickey groans. “Jesus fucking Christ, do you ever shut up?”
“You attacked me.” He accuses with a confused frown.
“Well, if you had kept your fucking trap shut for a second I would have told
you I didn’t come here to fight. I would have told you of how I am going to
take care of it.” Mickey spins the gun so the handle is facing the owner.
Joseph takes the gun suspiciously.  “I just came to ask for more time. Or would
you rather I hadn’t showed up?” Mickey asks with a raise of his eyebrow.
“Oh.” Joseph stands up and dusts himself off. “I apologize. Someone did tell me
once my mouth would be the death of me.” He starts. “One time, I was on my way
to…”
“You're doing it again.” Mickey interrupts him just as his ride pulls up. “I
will have your car for you by tomorrow. Same time?”
Joseph nods. “Yeah. And I'm keeping this one.”
“Like fuck you are. When I bring you the new one I expect this one in return.”
Mickey doesn’t give the man a chance to protest.
He walks towards the car waiting for him and gets in. Putting on the seatbelt,
he let's out a loud exhale allowing himself to feel relieved for a second.”
“What going on?”
“Drive.”
 
                          ~°~°~°~°~
 
“Do you know where Dillon went?” Mandy asks as she hands Ian another beer.
“He's your boyfriend, how should I know?” Ian lies on the arm of the couch,
placing his feet on the couch still riding his high.
Mandy huffs and joins him. She lies on his chest. “He just got a phone call and
kissed me goodbye, then left.”
“Mmm.” Ian hums not seeing what the big deal is.
“He came clean you know.” Mandy starts. “About Cynthia. Told me how she showed
up here naked so they kissed and he groped her a little before he kicked her
out.”
“You don’t believe him?”
“I do.” She says with a sigh.”I do.”
“So you guys are good?”
“Yeah.”
“Even after he heard about you screwing Lip?”
Mandy giggles. This turns into laughter, and more laughter. She finally calms
down and wipes the tears in her eyes. “Oh, Ian. You’re hilarious.”
Ian sits up making her sit up too. He places his beer on the table. “You didn’t
tell him?”
“What for? He cheated, I cheated. We’re even.” Ian scoffs. “Ian this is all his
fault. If he hadn’t lied to me, or better yet, if he had told me before Cynthia
did, I never would have fucked Lip!”
Ian shakes his head and picks up his beer. Drinking half of it, he looks at
her. “Dishonesty is what kills a relationship you know.”
“It’s one factor.”
“Maybe but it's way up there.” Ian gestures with his hand. “If you have to lie
to the person you love then maybe you shouldn’t be together.”
It's Mandy's turn to scoff. “Because you and Mickey tell each other
everything.”
“Yeah. Yes we do! I don’t lie to Mickey and he doesn’t lie to me. You know what
happened last time.”
“Oh, no one can forget what happened last time. Look, it's not like I plan on
ever doing it again. As long as Dillon can keep it in his pants then so can I.”
Ian lies back down with a sigh. “If you say so.”
 
                          ~°~°~°~°~
 
“Okay so, from what I understand,” Dillon clears his throat. “You’ve helped
deliver Jamie’s stolen cars in the past.” Mickey nods. “And you had stopped for
a while, but you had to do it again to get the dough for Ian's birthday.”
Mickey gestures with his hands before looking out the window as Dillon keeps
talking and driving. “You grew this beard for the job, and you kept all this to
yourself because you didn’t want Ian to find out.”
“Yep. That’s about it.”
“Oh man. Mickey Mick, you and Ian are big on this honesty shit though. If he
finds out you’ve not only being doing illegal shit for Jamie but that you
lied…”
“I know.”
“I have seen red at his angriest, he stops being an adorable puppy.”
Mickey chuckles despite the situation. “I know.”
They drive in silence for a while. Dillon understands cars as much as Mickey
does and with him being rich and all, he knows the perfect place to get a
replacement.
“You gonna keep doing it even after tonight?” he asks after a while. “Because
this business is risky. Today was just incident number one Mickey.”
“I know.”
“So are you?”
Mickey chews on his thumb in thought. “Just because people go to school and
graduate it doesn’t always guarantee them bright, successful futures.” 
“What?” Dillon asks clearly confused but keeps his eyes trained on the road.
“The money is good. Like really good. And Joey opened an account in his name
where he keeps all my money until next year when I turn eighteen and can open
my own account then start moving the money there, slowly.”
“Okay…” Dillon frowns as he takes a corner still lost in the conversation.
“I'm just saying, our last janitor even went to college. But he still ended up
a fucking janitor.” Mickey concludes. “Ian will thank me when we don’t have to
fucking struggle when the time comes.”
“You're doing this for him.” Dillon says quietly finally catching up on
Mickey's thought process. “There.” He points to the house across from them,
parks the car and they both get out. “White right?”
 Mickey looks around Dillon's neighborhood. “Isn’t he your neighbor?”
“Yeah but, he beats his wife. He deserves to get his car stolen.”
Mickey laughs and shakes his head. “Wait, aren’t they still in there?” Mickey
points at Dillon's house.
“Probably passed out by now. Are we doing this thing or what?”
 
                          ~°~°~°~°~
 
The following day Mickey gets to school early and heads over to Wilson’s
office. He knocks on the door and waits for the go ahead to walk in.
“Mickey Milkovich, I see you still have the beard.” Wilson says as he arranges
the papers on his desk. “I know it's the very last exam but you’re not taking
it until you shave that off.”
“Mr. Wilson hear me out.” Mickey starts. “We only got one week left before
school closes.”
“So?”
“So, it's just one week. You only have to see me with this for one more week
and that’s it.”
Wilson sits up. “Until school opens again. Milkovich, I'm your class teacher. I
may not teach all your subjects but you will have me till you leave this
school.” He jabs at his desk with his fore finger.
“I know that. And I can promise you come January I won't have this.” he points
at his beard.
Wilson cracks a smile and Mickey knows he's won. “I had a beard once,”
 Oh God. Mickey thinks before taking the sit opposite his teacher. 
                              ~°~
“I miss you.” Ian pulls Mickey towards him and kisses him. “I feel like I
haven’t seen you in forever.”
Mickey chuckles and pulls his boyfriend back in for another light kiss. “Missed
you too.” It's just the two of them in their class and Ian has Mickey against
the closed door.
He touches Mickey's hands, up his shoulders, up his neck then starts scratching
on his beard. “Why is this still on here?” he asks. “You're being defiant.”
“School closes in a week Ian, I'm not shaving.”
Ian pulls back and crosses his arms. “School closes in just a few days but
you’re trying to get in trouble.” He turns around so he can head to his seat
but Mickey grabs his hand and stops him.
He pulls a reluctant Ian towards him, not surprised when Ian doesn’t respond to
another kiss. “Talked to Wilson.”
“You did?” Ian raises a surprised eyebrow.
Mickey nods with a smile. “Yeah. He agrees with me. It's just a week. As long
as I don’t have it come next year.”
“You're sure?” Mickey nods. “I just don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“I know.”
Ian smiles gently. “’Kay.” He replies before initiating a deep kiss, with
tongue this time and Mickey moans, arching his back so they're chest to chest.
“Okay so, I need to tell you something.” Ian grabs Mickey's hand and pulls him
away from the door. He guides them to their desks. “Dillon cheated on Mandy.”
“What?!” Mickey pulls his hand back his face turning red with anger. “That
fucking… he promised.”
“Hey, hey…” Ian grabs his arm to stop him from leaving. “Before you go into
overprotective brother mode, you should know Mandy fucked Lip in retaliation.”
“What? What the fuck kind of relationship are they having?”
“I know right? It gets worse. With Dillon, it was just a kiss but with Mandy,
it was actually sex and she didn’t tell him.” Mickey frowns. “I know, they're
both very complicated. Let them be. It's their relationship. Let's concentrate
on ours, ‘kay?”
“Mmm.” Mickey nods still confused but allows Ian to pull him in for another
kiss.
 
                          ~°~°~°~°~
 
Two Weeks Later.
 
Ian is sited at the counter like he usually does when he comes to work. Now
that school is closed they're going to be working fulltime. He is extremely
bored right now though since his boyfriend hasn’t shown up for work yet. He
dials Mickey's number but it goes unanswered. He frowns and dials again.
Still nothing.
He gets even more confused when a new guy walks in dressed in the security
jacket similar to Mickey's. Only it's not his because this guy is much bigger
and scarier. Although Ian supposed to other people Mickey was scary too.
“Can I help you?” he asks.
“Uh… yeah. You Ian?”
“Yes?”
“Good. My name is Lukas.” He walks towards Ian and offers his hand. Ian ignores
it. Lukas pulls back his hand and continues, “Linda told me to ask you what the
security guy does. Do I just stand here, do I help with anything else apart
from stopping shoplifters?”
Ian rubs his temple feeling a headache coming on. “What… what happened to the
guy before you?”
“Oh, right. The Milkovich kid. He gave notice a while ago and I was supposed to
start today.”
Ian chews on his bottom lip in contemplation. Mickey is fucking dead.
                                   ~°~
As soon as he leaves the store Ian runs towards the Milkovich house. He is so
angry he feels like strangling something. Or in this particular case, his lying
boyfriend who lies. Ian pushes the door open so hard it bangs against the wall.
Mickey shoots up from where he's sited on the couch as soon as he spots Ian. He
runs towards the kitchen and stands behind Iggy who just finished microwaving a
plate of leftovers.
“What the fuck?” he groans placing his plate back on the counter trying to get
Mickey off of him.
“I can explain!” Mickey shouts.
“What, the, fuck, is, going on Mickey?!” Ian bellows. “You did not only quit
the store without telling me, but you gave notice? You gave Linda fucking
notice?” Ian walks closer towards the Milkovich boys. Iggy smiles in amusement
as he sees his little brother try to disappear inside his back. “You knew you
were going to quit but didn’t tell me? Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Ian
scoffs.
“Of course not. I was… I didn’t… fuck.”
Ian narrows his eyes are Mickey. “Explain Mickey. Explain right fucking now or
I swear to God…”
“I am working for Jamie at the garage!” Mickey shouts.
Iggy frowns trying to recall if this particular information is true. It isn’t.
“And why didn’t you just tell me that? There’s nothing wrong with preferring to
work for your brother.”
 “I know that.” Mickey finally stops hiding behind Iggy and walks towards Ian.
“I'm sorry I lied I just didn’t want to upset you.”
“Let’s go then.”
“What?”
Ian shrugs. “I want to see you at work. What you do there, stuff like that so
let’s go.”
Mickey glances at Iggy who shrugs and goes back to his food. He's clearly on
his own here. He turns back to Ian who is still watching him unblinking. “Umm,
okay. Let me just grab my beanie real quick.” He walks into his bedroom and
searches for his phone. He needs to call his brother beforehand so Jamie can
make his lie come true.
“Sometime today Mick.”
Shit. Mickey turns around to find Ian leaning by the doorway watching him.
Waiting to catch him on this lie. Great. Now he can't even call Jamie so he can
get backed up. He doesn’t even know why he didn’t just tell Ian to be honest.
He knew the moment Ian found out he would be mad. But with him being involved
in criminal activities he couldn’t think and now here they are.
He puts on his jacket, his fingerless gloves and the black beanie his mother
recently got him. “I'm done. Let’s go babe.” He kisses Ian on the cheek and
leads the way.
Mickey curses himself for having not thought this far ahead. Ian is not an
idiot. He was bound to want proof. Especially after Mickey lied.
Shit is about to hit the fun.
***** Chapter 26 *****
Chapter Notes
     Oh my, this another chapter?
     (´°_°`)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
They take Iggy's car to Jamie's garage and Ian taps his fingers on the window
impatiently the entire drive there. 
"Ian..." 
"No."
That's how it's been for the last ten minutes. Mickey tries to say something
but immediately gets shut down before he even finishes his thought process. He
can tell Ian is really fucking mad right how. He's not even joking.
Mickey sighs and nervously chews on his bottom lip. They will get to the garage
and Ian will find out he doesn't work there. He will in turn be forced to
confess why he has lied about so much and Ian will get even more angrier than
he is. Mickey likes to think that they are strong, that their relationship can
overcome any hurdle, but when he thinks about what lies ahead, he's not so
sure. 
He's not sure that Ian will take it lightly that Mickey delivers stolen cars
and that he recently stole one himself. It is so fucking fucked up and for the
first in forever Mickey is worried about whether he will have a boyfriend by
the end of the day. 
As soon as they get to garage Mickey parks and he switches off the ignition. 
"This is Jamie's garage?"
"Yeah." Mickey replies quietly. 
He's about to get out when Ian grabs his arm. "If I find out you're lying to
me," he takes a breath. "I won't take it lightly." 
Mickey is thankful that Ian gets out of the car after saying that because how
is Mickey supposed to reply to that? Even worse if he does admit he lied, how
is he supposed to confess to all his wrong doings? With a heavy sigh he gets
out too. 
Ian only starts walking once Mickey is out of the car. They find Jamie leaning
on a black pick up truck watching them walk towards him. He glares at Mickey
once they're within ear shot. 
"What are you doing here?" His brother asks. Mickey blinks up at Jamie, his
heart beating a mile a minute. "Thought we agreed you would start tomorrow?" 
Ian looks between the brothers. "So he does work here? At your garage?"
Jamie nods. "Well, not yet. I was waiting for him to quit that dull store
first. But starting tomorrow, yeah. Why do you ask, you want to work here too?"
Jamie smiles at him. "Can always find something for you Gallagher. You know
your redheaded ass is family too." 
Ian and Jamie both laugh while Mickey refrains from kissing his big brother in
gratitude. 
"Nah." Ian exhales in relief and takes Mickey's hand. "I like dull." He looks
behind Jamie and sees a black camaro. "Demn. May I?"
Jamie turns to look at the camaro too then smiles at Ian. "'Course." Ian lets
go of Mickey's hand and rushes over to admire the car. "You owe me." Jamie
points at Mickey.
"How?" Mickey whispers not wanting to risk Ian hearing them even though he's at
a fair distance. 
"Iggy called." Jamie explained. "Said you were in some deep shit and needed me
to cover for you." 
"Hmm, guess our brother isn't as dumb as I thought."
Jamie laughs. "He has his moments." He glances at Ian then back at Mickey. "I
take it he doesn't know what you really do for me?"
Sighing deeply, Mickey pulls out a cigarette. "No. He'd just freak the fuck
out." 
"I don't get it." 
"What?" 
"He practically grew up in the same house as us, how is he so.... different?"
Mickey exhales watching his boyfriend who's talking excitedly to the mechanic
working on the car. "He never had the pleasure of meeting Terry." 
"Right." Jamie nods and gestures for Mickey to pass his cigarette. "He's a good
kid, been a part of our family forever. And he's made your stupid ass happy
since you were a kid so, I don't mind covering for you. But try not to fuck
this up. A'ight?" 
"Fuck." 
"Come on Mick. Tell him the truth if you have to." 
"He'll make me stop."
"Jesus Christ. Good luck little bro. I got shit to do." Are Jamie's parting
words before walking away.
Mickey stabs out his cigarette and watches his boyfriend with a smile. He loves
the redhead more than he can put in words but he can't tell him about the car
thefts. Even if Ian warms up to the idea -which Mickey highly doubts- he would
always be worried and stressed over his safety and Mickey can't put that kind
of stress on the boy he loves. 
Too busy thinking Mickey is taken by surprise when Ian stands in front of him.
"Let's get lunch. My treat." Ian says with a caress of his cheek. 
Mickey nods and kisses the palm caressing him before gesturing towards the
car. 
 
                 ~°~°~°~°~
 
Ian directs them to the park where he buys them hots dogs and they walk slowly
both chewing silently. Mickey doesn't want to say anything, because even though
Jamie saved him from Ian's wrath and a possible break up, he still lied about
quitting. 
"Why lie?" Ian speaks up finally. He guides them to an empty park bench. The
place is mostly empty anyway due to the weather. "Like," he swallows. "I'm
trying to work it out but I just can't find a reason as to why you would lie to
me." 
"I'm sorry Ian. I'm so sorry." 
"I don't doubt that." Ian snaps irritably. "It still doesn't answer my
question. Why not just tell me? 'Ian, I gave Linda notice 'cause I wanna go
work for Jamie instead.' Its not that fucking hard Mick." 
"I know." 
"So why? It seems really unnecessary Mick. That's all I'm saying. And it's
bothering me." Ian finishes and turns away from Mickey. He starts watching the
swings a few feet from them that are moving due to the wind.
Mickey slowly moves his hand between them and slowly touches their pinkies
together. Ian's breath hitches but other than that he doesn't acknowledge
Mickey. Mickey continues to push their hands together until he's turning Ian's
palm around and slotting their fingers together. 
"I'm sorry." He repeats quietly, honestly, voice laced with emotion. "Baby I'm
sorry." 
Ian's hand which was still this entire time despite Mickey holding him finally
squeezes back. The brunette exhales a long shaky breath. Ian looks at their
hands entwined between them. 
"It wasn't even a big deal." Ian starts quietly. "The fact that it's something
that you could have dropped casually is what's getting to me. Makes me wonder
if..." 
"It's been amazing." Mickey interrupts just as quietly. "Working together at
the store. It was even more time to spend with the boy I love. We hang out, we
goof around, we laugh, and we bang during breaks." Mickey smiles when that gets
a chuckle out of Ian. "It's been amazing." He repeats. "I didn't want it to
seem like I was taking that away from you." He says and lets go of Ian's hand
so he can scoot closer and wrap a hand around his boyfriend's waist. "I love
you." 
Ian sighs and relents. He wraps a hand around Mickey's shoulder and kisses his
head. "Me too." 
Mickey closes his eyes and basks in the now. What he just said, what he just
told Ian isn't a lie. It's just not the whole truth, but it would have to do,
for now. 
 
                 ~°~°~°~°~
 
 
 Mickey asks to make it up to him and Ian accepts.
Instead of heading back home they switch off their phones and keep driving.
They walk into the first supermarket they see and buy readily cooked food,
beer, lube and a change of clothes. Mickey let's Ian buy the food because he
just doesn't want to fight him on it. And he doesn't want questions of where
he's getting all the money from. He then checks them into the first hotel they
see. 
It's nothing special but neither of them have ever been to a hotel before. In
fact they've never been anywhere. So this is a nice change of pace and Ian
likes it. 
"We should do this more often." Ian suggests as they walk into their room on
the first floor. 
"Whatever you want." Mickey replies pausing to give Ian a quick kiss on the
lips. 
There's a small table in the room and Mickey places everything on there. Ian
makes him undress and they go into the shower to take a hot quick bath
together. Mickey wants to mess around but all he gets is a later, I'm hungry.
After the shower they get into the two robes available and sit by the table
digging into their food which is still warm. 
"So what do you think," Mickey starts but gets interrupted.
Ian moans mid-chew. "I love this baby, so much. Just you and me, away from
everything. In a place where we can be as loud as we want." He moans again and
takes a bite of the chicken thigh he's holding.
Mickey laughs. "Yeah, I can tell. But if you'd let me finish, I was asking what
you think about Mandy and Dillon." 
Ian shrugs licking his fingers. Mickey doesn't take his eyes off the gesture.
Ian notices and smirks. "Obviously if they keep that up they won't last very
long." 
Feeling full, Mickey pushes away his plate and wipes off his fingers. He
reaches for one of the cold beers and opens one. "Mandy can be kind of slut. So
I was hoping being with Dillon was gonna make her rein that in. Now I'm not so
sure." 
Ian shrugs and gestures for Mickey's beer. "I think she'll stay faithful if
Dillon will. Gimmie." He whines. Mickey looks at his boyfriend and points at
the rest of the beers. "I want that one." 
Mickey rolls his eyes and hands Ian his beer grabbing another one. "You think
so? 'Cause it's not like he's not a nice dude. He is." 
"Yeah, I know." Ian finishes his entire beer and belches. "Can we please come
here next weekend too?" 
Mickey nods with a smile. "'Course." 
They carry the rest of the beers with them to the bed and drink from there
while watching some boring documentary on the hotel's old TV. They laugh and
tussle around on the bed pausing to make out before going back to their beers. 
"I have the most amazing boyfriend." Mickey burps and throws the last of the
empty cans on the floor. He then slips his hand inside Ian's robe who is lying
on his chest eyes trained on the TV. He pinches a nipple and Ian giggles. 
"No, I do." Ian scoots up so he can lie next to Mickey such that they're face
to face. "Today was fun." 
"Yeah." Mickey agrees pinching Ian's nipple again. This time the redhead
moans. 
They look at each other and each boy removes their robe so they're both in
their birthday suits. Mickey straddles Ian and kisses him. Ian wraps his hands
around his boyfriend's neck and returns the kiss in kind. His mind gets dizzy
and he knows it's not just the alcohol. They've been kissing for years and Ian
doesn't think Mickey's kisses will ever stop affecting him. 
He sighs happily when Mickey deserts his lips to kiss down his chest and
stomach, and pelvic bone before nosing on his pubic hair. 
"Jesus!" Ian cries out when Mickey licks his dick from top to bottom. Ian
instantly gets rock hard. 
And when Mickey finally takes him in his mouth Ian chokes on his own saliva. It
feels so good. They had to learn these things together but Ian is sure they're
already where they're supposed to be because Mickey can suck a dick like no
other. Granted Ian hasn't had any others near his junk but his point still
stands. 
He shoots off the bed and fucks up into Mickey's mouth when the latter deep
throats him. "Yes baby, fuck." 
He hisses and grabs tightly onto the pillow when he feels a slippery finger
linger by his entrance. "Been a while since we did this." Mickey says before
taking Ian's dick back in his mouth. 
All the redhead can do is moan and curse as Mickey fingers him and sucks him
off at the same time. He chances a glance at his boyfriend and there's an evil
glint in Mickey's eyes because the fucker knows what he's doing to him. 
Mickey can tell Ian is about to come so he stops sucking on his dick and
concentrates on working him open. "You ready to feel me inside you for the
first time ever?" 
"Definitely!" Ian shouts when Mickey decides to press on his prostate at that
exact moment. 
"That's right baby, I got you. I'm right here." Mickey whispers in his ear
while adding a third finger inside him. 
Ian sighs feeling like he's falling apart. Mickey kisses him again his tongue
thrusting into Ian's mouth. He pulls back to look at his boyfriend who's red in
the face and his lips are swollen from Ian biting on them. He feels his heart
swell with the undeniable love he has for the redhead. 
"You are beautiful. And perfect. And completely mine."
"Yes. Yes Mickey. All yours." Ian replies his hole clenching around the fingers
inside him. His legs are shaking with anticipation and he just wants his
boyfriend inside him. "Want you baby, please." He cries desperately. 
Mickey smiles at how much Ian is craving him at this moment. He finally pulls
out his fingers and wipes them on the bed spread. He then gets between Ian's
legs who opens them wide, inviting. Mickey moans. Ian hisses as he starts to
push inside. 
"Shhh, I've got you." Mickey whispers distracting Ian with a kiss. 
Ian can feel Mickey's dick penetrate him inch by inch. He can feel his body
stretching to accommodate his hard cock and it feels fucking amazing. It
becomes easier to breath the more Mickey enters him, because the more he gets
used to the intrusion.
His legs are trembling now, and his body shakes when Mickey presses on his
prostate after bottoming out. He arches off the bed and grabs Mickey by his ass
to make him move. "More Mickey. More."
Mickey begins to pound into him repeatedly making Ian's eyes roll back. He
let's go of Mickey to latch onto the board behind him instead as Mickey
continues to move inside him with a speed that isn't human. "Shit." If this is
how Mickey feels he can understand why his boyfriend is so God demn loud. 
"Fuck, Ian. So good." Mickey grunts with every thrust. 
His grip on Ian's hip tightens and he knows he's leaving marks but he can't
stop. Ian feels so fucking good right now he doesn't know why they don't do
this often. When Ian slaps his ass and presses one of his long fingers inside
Mickey however, he remembers why. He continues to fuck into Ian and back on his
finger and now they're both moaning and groaning and cursing uncontrollably. 
Mickey finds Ian's prostate again and Ian cannot think. "THERE! THERE! RIGHT
FUCKING THERE MICKEY!" Pulling his finger out of Mickey's ass, he grabs onto
this boyfriend's back, his nails digging deep. 
Mickey groans when the pain mixes with the pleasure. Ian clenches around him,
knowing he's about to come any second. Mickey senses it and wraps his hand
around Ian's leaking cock. But as soon as he does that Ian cries out and he
comes hard between them coating his chest with his own cum. Mickey curses and
continues to pummel Ian through his orgasm, shortly following behind. 
Ian wraps his arms around Mickey's neck and burries his head in his boyfriend's
neck as they both come down from their high. 
"Wow." Ian voices after a while.
"Yeah." Mickey concurs and laughs before pulling out gently so he can lie next
to Ian. He grabs one of the robes and cleans Ian's chest before guiding his
boyfriend under the covers and covering them both. Ian doesn't hesitate to lie
on Mickey's chest and wrap and arm around him. "You good?" 
"Better than good." Ian replies. "I think we need to work even harder in school
now." 
"Why's that?" Mickey caresses Ian's slightly wet hair. 
"So we can buy our own house in the future." He chuckles. "We can't live in an
apartment when my boyfriend is so fucking loud during sex." 
Mickey laughs. "Fuck you. You heard yourself just now. You were worse than..."
"I would never be worse that you baby." 
"Fuck off." Mickey says again this time pinching Ian's butt painfully. 
"Ow! Gonna need a minute before I let you play with that part of me."
"It aching?" 
"In the best way." Ian smiles up at him. "I love you Mickey Milkovich." 
"I love you, Ian Gallagher."  Mickey replies quietly. "Let's get some sleep." 
Ian pulls him down for a kiss. "Night baby."
Mickey hums in reply as they both settle in for a happy, content, peaceful,
night. 
Chapter End Notes
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     I think they lived happily ever after.
     Bless u for reading loves. Leave those kudos and feedback. Love
     hearing what ur thinking!!!
***** Chapter 27 *****
Chapter Notes
     season 3 Ian and Mickey people!!!
     i loved season 3 Mickey. he was bad ass. his demeanor, the way he
     walked, the way he carried himself. i just ship season 3 Mickey
     hardcore. anyhu, back to the story.
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Seventeen and Eighteen
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“You cannot be his boyfriend and still be his best friend. It doesn’t fucking
work that way man.”
“Since fucking when?” Ian can't help the sharp laughter that escapes him. “What
the fuck kind of reasoning is that?”
It's in the middle of March and the cold just started letting up. Ian was
hanging out with Lip and Carl at home watching SAW 5 or 6 or 25 Ian doesn’t
even fucking know. He doesn’t even get why there was a SAW 1 in the first
place. That’s a scary ass movie. Then again Carl is the brother who gets hard
when the teacher talks about Marie-Antoinette’s head getting chopped off so the
movie selection shouldn’t have been a surprise. Ian had been busy flinching at
a gruesome scene when someone knocked on their door. He didn’t know what the
world was coming to if he wasn’t surprised to see Dillon at his door with a
black bag in hand.
“Hey red, we need to talk about Mickey's party.” Is what Dillon had opened with
and now here they were in Ian's shared room arguing about who should be in
charge that day.
Dillon wanted to be the one to throw Mickey his eighteenth birthday party. Ian
had been saving for this special day since the day he got a job and now Dillon
wanted to take that away from him? Fuck no. And now, the guy was trying to
argue that he was Mickey's best friend and not Ian. What the hell?!
“You’ve been in his life since you two were fucking little. Been there for him
in every birthday he's ever had. Why can't you let me have this one?” Dillon
pleads and okay, when he puts it like that Ian can see how he's being a bit
selfish.
“It's his eighteenth though,” Ian tries as a last attempt. “it's an important
age Dillon. He's going to be legal after this.”
Dillon gives him a look like, ‘c’mon now’. “Red, that argument is hella weak
and you know it.”
"His birthday is in two weeks. What's the rush?" 
"I'm organizing something big. Stop stalling red!" 
Ian concedes with a heavy sigh. “I do this, and you owe me one.”
Dillon nods with a grin. “No problem. So we agree, this entire party is all on
me?” Ian nods reluctantly. “Hands off red, I'm not kidding.”
Ian raises his hands in surrender. “Hands off.”
“Great.” Dillon slaps his shoulder playfully and points at the bag he came with
that’s by the door. “That was supposed to be a bribe but… you caved faster than
I anticipated. Still, you and your brother can knock yourselves out.”
“I'm still his best friend!” Ian shouts but he can hear the downstairs door
close. He reaches for the bag and opens it. “Jesus Christ.” What the hell are
they supposed to do with eight bottles of whisky and a bag of weed? This is a
full on Gallagher party. Dillon must have expected Ian to put up one hell of a
fight. “Lip!” he calls loudly.
They do end up having a party with Dillon's alcohol that night because Fiona
comes home in a partying mood. Next thing Ian sees is Kev and Vee and that’s
that.
 
                                   ~°~°~°~°~
 
A week and a half later Ian goes to visit his boyfriend after Mickey confirms
he's home. working for Jamie gets Mickey a lot of free time. Must have been why
he preferred that job to the security one at the store. He walks into the
Milkovich house to find Iggy, his friend Saint –whatever kind of name is that?-
 and Mandy watching some movie while smoking weed. He goes to open his mouth so
he can ask where Mickey is but Iggy just points towards his room.  Walking in
he finds his shorter boyfriend –since Ian can call him that now- lying on the
bed his legs crossed, reading a math book. How does one read math?
“Hey babe.” He closes the door behind him and gets on the bed.
Mickey smiles at him. “Hey.” He receives the kiss Ian gives him and pushes the
book away so he can hold his slightly taller boyfriend –since Ian can't stop
reminding him now that he is indeed taller- instead.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing. You wanna do something?” Mickey asks running his hand through the
short red hair.
“Not really. Just wanna stay here with you.” He puts his hand inside Mickey's
shirt and caresses his stomach. “Can't believe you’ll be eighteen soon.”
“I'm excited.” Mickey replies. “Looking forward to it. I hear there's a party
getting thrown in my name.” Mickey bites on Ian's lower lip pulling on it.
“What's happening on this party?”
“I have no fucking clue. I was strictly told hands off red.” Ian says imitating
Dillon's voice. “Dillon is taking the reins on this one.”
Mickey laughs. “Why?”
“Something about how I can't be the boyfriend and still be the best friend.
Some bullshit reasoning like that.”
“Oh really?” Mickey asks with a cheeky grin before straddling Ian.
Ian narrows his eyes at his boyfriend. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? Two
guys who love you fighting over you?”
Mickey bites his bottom lip. “Well, he's not wrong…” he yelps when Ian flips
them so he's on top then starts tickling him. “Stop it! Stop! Fucking stop!”
“Take that back.”
Mickey flips them again and pins Ian's hands to the bed. “Take what back?”
“Careful now.” Ian teases. “You will be eighteen this weekend. That means you
will be fucking a minor. I could have you arrested if you’re not on my side.”
He finishes with a smirk.
“Oh my God!”
“Doesn’t matter if I fuck you on the daily, I will always be your best friend.
I come first before all your other friends.” Ian says breathing hard trying to
get out of Mickey's strong hold. “Fuck, when did you get so strong?”
“I've always been stronger than you Ian.”
“Bullshit.”
“I let you win ‘cause I love your freckled ass.”
Ian pouts playfully. “They're getting fewer every day.”
With a light chuckle Mickey kisses his pouting boyfriend. “Like I said, I love
your freckled ass.” He laughs again when Ian uses his distracted state to flip
them so he can tickle him again. “You are… such a… fucking asshole!” Ian
finally stops and Mickey's smiles up at him. He licks his lips and explains
softly, “You got Valentine’s day and you went all out with even fucking roses
and shit. Let him have this one.”
“Fine.” Ian huffs before bending to tickle Mickey's neck with his tongue.
“Ian!”  
“Yo fuckheads!” Iggy yells walking into Mickey's bedroom.
Ian plants a kiss on Mickey's cheek before letting him go and sitting beside
him. “What?"
Iggy lifts up two small square flyers. One is black, the other red. Ian crawls
towards the edge of the bed and grabs the two flyers.
Exclusive Bash @ Peterson Park
Invite only.
Ian frowns and hands them to Mickey. "Where did you get these?" 
"Under Mandy's pillow." Iggy shrugs. 
"What were you doing snooping..." Mickey trails off. "Never mind. What are
these?" 
"It's your party why are you asking me?" Iggy asks. 
"It is?" Mickey questions with a smile. 
Ian rolls his eyes. "Dillon is throwing your party at an amusement park? This
is why he needed to start planning it so early." He says in realization. "Demn
Mick. And it's invite only? It's gonna be good. Now even I'm looking forward to
it." 
"Good for you. Now where's mine?" Iggy asks.
Mickey frowns at his brother. "It's a high school party. Why would you want to
come?" 
"Because it's what everyone's talking about. Even those who don't go to your
fucking school. I asked Mandy to get me an invite, she told me it's up to you.
I want an invite Mick. This dude throws the best ones and this time he booked a
fucking amusement park! I'll bring the good weed?" 
"Iggy just...stop." Ian interrupts him. "I'm starting to feel sorry for you.
You're Mickey's brother, of course you're invited." 
"Hey now, I didn't say he could come." Mickey protests. 
"Fuck off Mick, I'll be there." Iggy flips him off before walking out. 
"Stop being mean to your brother. What's up?" Ian asks when a text comes
through Mickey's phone. 
"Dillon wants a list of who I want getting the invite card." Mickey looks at
Ian. "I don't really care as long as I get to drink and have a great fucking
time."
Ian grabs the phone and starts to reply to the message. He then hands Mickey
back his phone. "Going to pee and grab a beer." 
Mickey takes his phone back and watches as Ian walks away. He goes to Dillon's
thread to read what Ian just sent. 
Invite whoever you want as long as it's not fucking Avery. 
Mickey laughs and picks his math book back up. "Jealous freak." 
 
                                   ~°~°~°~°~
 
Sure enough Mickey's birthday is what everyone is talking about. At school, on
social media, in the neighborhood. Either Dillon made it out to be a bigger
deal than it is, or it's really a big deal. Ian doesn't know which but he will
find out in a couple of days. Right now he just needs to ensure Mickey's
present is ready so be can pick it up. He spent a lot on it and he hopes Mickey
won't turn it down. It's kind of a big deal to Ian.
He's walking out of his last class when Allan stops him. "Heeeey Ian." 
Ian stops to look at him. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" 
Allan fixes his glasses. "I know I'm just a nerd, and you don't expect me to
like this kind of stuff." He pushes them up with his forefinger again. "But,
Mickey's birthday sounds like the event of the year and I really want to be
there. I will do your math for the rest of the year if you want." 
"Mmm... Not a bad offer but my boyfriend is kind of a math genius so I'm
covered."
"Come on Ian, please."
Ian smiles. "Like you said, it's Mickey's birthday, not mine. Why aren't you
asking him?" 
"I...Ian. You know I can't do that. He is very intimidating." He smiles. "Also
we both know what you say goes." 
Ian smiles again. That sentence does make him feel kind of special. "Okay. You
can come. Just use my name at the door. Or gate. Or.... I don't know at the
entrance. I have to go." 
He walks away and hears Allan shout "Thank you Ian! I owe you one!" Behind
him. 
He just shakes his head and heads to the shop to pick up Mickey's gift. 
 
                                    ~°~°~°~°~
 
By the end of the week Ian has been approached by his fellow team mates, by
people he has never talked to before, by the kids of some of his teachers, all
wanting to get an invite to Mickey's party. 
"Okay, this is beyond madness." Ian points out on Wednesday afternoon. The four
of them are hanging out by the bleachers as usual. 
"What is?" Mickey asks pulling on a blunt he's sharing with Mandy.
"I can't go anywhere without someone stopping me because they want to be on the
list."
"Yeah, me too." Mandy coughs. "Now all the cheerleaders are suddenly my best
friends." She kicks Dillon. "Why is this party such a big deal?" 
"My party?" Mickey frowns. "No one has asked me anything." 
Mandy rolls her eyes. "And what would tell them if they did?" 
Mickey scoffs. "To get the fuck out of my face. Why would I want to be bothered
by such bullshit?" He chuckles. "Oh." 
Ian shakes his head. "Yes Mick, oh." He turns to Dillon. "This is all your
fault. Who pays to hold a party at an amusement park?" 
Dillon shrugs. "You only turn eighteen once. Party of the year!" He shouts and
a few people within distance cheer. 
"What the fuck?" Mickey asks. "I only want a maximum of fifty people so they're
shit outta luck." 
Ian leans back and looks around the field. "Every Tom, Dick and Harry was at my
party. I feel like I'm dating a celebrity." 
 
                                   ~°~°~°~°~
 
 On Friday Ian forces Mickey to go shopping with him. This party will be posted
everywhere and Ian would rather his boyfriend look his best. This is the party
of the year after all. Mickey is reluctant at first, not seeing the big deal,
but Ian doesn't care. 
Mickey tries not to roll his eyes too hard when Ian buys them matching outfits.
He selects green t-shirts for the both of them and black skinny jeans. Mickey
draws the line at skinny jeans however but he does allow Ian to get him some
tight fitting ones. The t-shirts maybe different shades of green but they are
both green. Doesn't matter how much Ian denies it. They're not the same babe. I
promise. As if Mickey doesn't have eyes. 
 He allows his boyfriend to pay for the clothes but Mickey insists on paying
for their shoes. Even though Ian puts up quite a fight since apparently Mickey
shouldn't spend anything on his birthday. He begs to differ. He's been kinda
loaded lately and he's not going to let Ian pay for all this stuff with money
he doesn't have. 
Which reminds him how guilty he's been feeling about hiding what he really does
from Ian. The guilt kind of goes away when he buys Ian something nice, or takes
him somewhere equally nice, and gets rewarded with laughter and I love yous. Or
when he bought the Gallaghers a new heater after Thanksgiving. He stops feeling
too bad about the lying when he can put that beautiful smile on Ian's face.
Because at the end of the day, he is the reason Mickey is doing this. 
But times like these where Ian looks down at him earnestly and kisses him
softly, before wishing him a happy birthday in advance, in moments like this
Mickey hates himself a little bit. Which is why he guides Ian towards a café in
the mall after they're done paying for all their shit. He orders them a
milkshake each then looks at Ian. 
"Can we afford those milkshakes or will we have to walk home?" Ian laughs. 
"I got it." 
"Jamie paying you well?" Ian asks scratching at a sticky surface on the table. 
"It's what I wanted to talk to you about." 
"Oh?"
Mickey clears his throat. "I never did tell you this but to afford your
birthday last year I had to do something for Jamie." Ian blinks at him.
"Illegal." 
"Did something happen!" 
"No no no." Mickey is quick to placate a panicky Ian. This is why he can't tell
his boyfriend the truth. 
Ian exhales, relieved. "Okay. Good. So why are you telling me now?" 
Mickey looks at Ian. So open and eager to hear what he has to say. How can
Mickey tell him now when something he did last year makes Ian panic? What will
he say or do when he finds out Mickey is still doing it?
So instead he grabs Ian's hand and squeezes. "I just wanted you to know." 
"Okay babe. As long as you were safe and didn't get caught." Ian smiles.
"Thanks for telling me." He adds softly. 
Mickey can only nod in response.
                                    ~°~
 After that they head home and spend the night rolling around in Mickey's bed.
The way Ian sees it, Mickey will either be too busy having fun or too drunk to
have birthday sex. So he wants to exhaust his boyfriend tonight. 
After their fourth round Mickey notices Ian is not as happy as he should be.
"What's wrong?"
"You'll be eighteen."
Mickey smiles and kisses his forehead. "Yeah."
"You gonna move out too?" Ian looks at him with worried eyes.
"Iggy is twenty and still lives here."
Sniffing, Ian caresses his chin. "So you'll stay? I don't want us to be
separated. Ever. And you're more like Jamie than anybody else." Ian leans on
his elbow so he can see Mickey better while the latter frowns trying to
understand what Ian's getting at. "I know how you are about your independence
babe. And even though moving out is not leaving me, I will still see you less
and..." 
"Hey, hey, hey!" Mickey grabs both of Ian's cheeks to quiet him down. He can
see this is something that worries the redhead. "Shhh... Listen to me. First of
all, I'm not going anywhere unless I can take you with me." He sees the signs
of a smile on Ian's face so he continues. "I love you. We have been inseparable
since we were little and I would rather not change that. Ever. So please stop.
I'm not going anywhere." 
Ian nods his eyes watery and he kisses Mickey, sighing happily against his
lips. He shouldn't have been worried about hat because he knows they both feel
the same way about each other. But Mickey is his life. The thought of anything
keeping them apart makes Ian's heart ache. Literally. He loves his boyfriend so
much and he knows in his heart that that will never change. He gets between
Mickey's legs for the fifth time that night and without breaking their kiss, he
slowly sinks back in. 
Mickey groans. "You're gonna fucking kill me baby." 
Ian only hums in reply as he goes for Mickey's neck while fucking him lazily.
They have the whole night. They can take their time. 
 
                                   ~°~°~°~°~
 
"Let me guess, Ian picked out the outfit?"
"Yeah. This is my life now."
"Shut up. What matters is you look amazing." Ian pecks Mickey on the cheek.  
Mandy laughs. "Yes, you do look pretty darn hot Mick. It really is the party of
the year." 
"Fuck off. Iggy let's go, you're our ride!" Mickey shouts. He could get his own
car but he doesn't want to explain it. He glances at his boyfriend who is
grinning at him with adoration and has a hard time reconciling him with the guy
who is a force to be reckoned with when mad. "Iggy!"
"I'm done, Jesus!" Iggy finally appears. "You two need to sound proof this
fucking room!" He points at Mickey's room. "You're lucky mom's room is all the
way over there or that she's at Harold's most of the time because you can't
seem to keep it down. You're not the only ones who have sex you know." 
"That's not his name." Ian corrects even as he blushes heavily his ears turning
pink. 
"Who's name?" All the siblings look at him.
"Your mom's boyfriend. You called him Harold."
"Yeah." Mandy says. "It's Haron." 
"I'm pretty sure it's Harris." Mickey chimes in.
"It's Aaron." Ian and their mom say at the same time. The latter appearing out
of thin air. 
"My baby." She coos walking towards Mickey. "Happy birthday!" She peppers his
face with light kisses and Ian, Iggy and Mandy laugh as Mickey tries to get
away. 
"Ma, stop!" 
"I'm not done." She says. "Twelve." Kiss. "Thirteen." Kiss. "Fourteen." Kiss.
"Oh my God ma, are you serious?" Mickey groans as she continues counting. 
"Eighteen!" She finishes planting the final one on his lips. 
The rest are doubling over with laughter at this point. Mickey rolls his eyes
but hugs her tightly. "Thank you ma." 
"I love you." She says with tears in her eyes.
"I love you too." 
"Jesus Christ Ian, rein it in!" Mandy chastises Ian is who is also tearing up. 
"What? This is so sweet!" Ian says wiping on his tears. 
"Oh... Come here. You're my baby too." Mama Milkovich lets Mickey go and pulls
Ian in for a hug. The redhead hugs her back and pushes out his tongue behind
her back. They all laugh. "Okay." She breathes after kissing Iggy and Mandy
too. "Have fun, but be careful. I would ask you not to drink, but I am not
stupid. I will be gone for the weekend to see Aaron," she emphasizes looking at
her kids. "since none of you will be here anyway."
They say goodbye one more time then head out to Iggy's car. 
"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!". Mandy claps excitedly then puts some loud
music on. 
Just the music in itself and the blunt Iggy pulls out gets Mickey going. He is
eighteen. He can't believe it. 
 
                                   ~°~°~°~°~
 
 They get to Peterson park and it's just Dillon and his crew there. Jack is
standing next to him while they talk to what looks like the security guys.
"You're here! Happy birthday Mickey Mick."
"Thanks man." The two bro hug while Ian looks around. 
"Are we early?" 
"No. We just haven't let people in yet. Needed you guys to get here first." 
The security guys get sent to the opposite side of the park which must by why
they missed the guests. Dillon leads them towards a makeshift bar with a female
bartender and they all do shots. 
Today is going to be a good night. Mickey can feel it. 
                                         ~°~
Ian sits and leans back on a comfortable bench with a smile, watching Mickey
laughing happily. He fist bumps Dillon and laughs again throwing his head back.
Ian honestly doesn’t care who threw Mickey the party as long his boyfriend
keeps laughing like that. Said boyfriend glances his way and raises his eyebrow
checking if Ian is fine. Ian nods with a smile of his own and Mickey smiles
back then goes back to chatting with Dillon, Jack and the other guys. It's been
an hour and the place is parked. People are drinking, and laughing, and
dancing. Others are making use of the swings and all the other park bullshit.
It's...it's definitely a good party and worth all the hype. He sips on his beer
and waves at Allan who is standing by a nearby tree people watching. The guy
hired to go around taking photos walks by and Ian poses for him, then watches
as the photographer walks off. He takes a minute to mavel at how Dillon was
able to book this place and how he convinced them to allow minors a party with
alcohol. Money really is everything.
“Now this is what I call an awesome fucking party!” some guy comes and sits
next to Ian. “Hey, I'm Cade. I hear the birthday boy belongs to you.”
Ian frowns at him. “He's not an item. He doesn’t belong to me.”
Cade raises his hands apologetically, even the left one holding a beer. “Okay,
okay, my bad. I hear Mickey is yours.” He corrects himself.
It's not that much different to what he’d said before but Ian likes the word
‘yours’ much much better. So he just scoffs and goes back to his drink. “Ian.”
“Oh, I know.” Cade replies with a smile.
Ian takes a minute to take in the guy. He's got dark hair, brown eyes, and an
all round ragged appearance. His hair is long enough to cover his right eye,
but not long enough that it's falling on his shoulders. He's wearing a white
sleeveless muscle shirt despite it being at night. But Ian figures it's so he
can show off the tattoo on his arm. Ian can't tell what it is though. He's
relatively good looking and if Mandy was single she would probably be all over
him. What he's doing here though Ian doesn’t get.
“Okay, Cade. Can I ask what it is you're doing here, seated next to me? A lot
of empty park benches." 
Cade laughs, loud and carefree. "It's a party, you were by yourself. Didn't
make sense to me." 
Ian kind of hates the guy's over confidence a little bit. "I was fine.
Sometimes people just need to be by themselves."
"Oh, don't I know it. But I promise, I'm harmless. I'm not here to hit on you,
i know you got a boyfriend. Not gonna disrespect you in anyway. I'm just a guy,
talking to another guy." He smiles exposing perfect white teeth and pushes the
hair from his face back. It goes back down and covers his eye again.
"Okay." Ian turns back to look at Mickey who is by the bar getting a refill.
"You from our school? Haven't seen you before." Cade is definitely the type of
person to stand out. Apart from his general appearance he doesn't look like the
type to shy from attention. Ian would have seen him before.
"No." Cade replies. "But I will be, starting Monday." He finishes his beer and
shakes his empty bottle smiling at Ian. "You!" He shouts. Ian turns to see he's
talking to Allan. The nerd points at his chest. "Yes you, come'ere." Allan puts
his beer down and rushes over. Cade gives him one of those toothy smiles. "Be a
dear and get me four beers, would you? For me and Ian." Allan nods and runs
off. 
"He is not a fucking waiter. He's a guest." 
"Eh!" Cade shrugs. "He doesn't mind." 
"That's not the po..." 
"So Ian, I hear you're one of the popular boys in school." 
"That why you're here?" 
"I don't hang any other way." 
Ian frowns, hard. "How are you even at this party?" 
Cade points at Dillon with his bottle. "I'm his cousin. Well, not really. We're
more like family friends since our mothers are best friends." 
Ian nods in understanding. "Cool. I don't think we can friends Cade." 
"Thank you." Cade thanks Allan who's back with the beers as he takes them from
him. "You can go now." He dismisses the nerd and Ian shakes his head. This guy
is unbelievable. "How come?" 
"Because i think you should be looking for the mean girls group." 
"Ouch!" Cade touches his chest in mock pain and then laughs. 
Ian stands up. "I'm gonna go check on the birthday boy now." He walks away
without waiting for a reply. Walking towards the guys, he stands next to Mickey
and presses a kiss on his neck. "You okay?"
Mickey nods with a smile."Yeah." Ian kisses his neck again and Mickey chuckles.
"Hi Cade." 
Ian quickly turns his head to find that Cade indeed followed him and is now
standing with them. "You know him?" 
"Yeah, just met him. He's Dillon's... something." Mickey finishes and the guys
laugh. 
"I'm gonna need something stronger." Ian whispers to Mickey and heads over to
the bar. 
Mickey watches his boyfriend walking away and gestures for Jack to hand over
the weed he's smoking. "I hear you're gonna be one of us." He directs the
question at Cade. 
The guy moves so he's standing next to Mickey. "Yeah. Looking forward to it." 
Mickey laughs. He can feel a nice buzz kicking in. "It's fucking high school
man. There's nothing to look forward to. Dammit I'm empty again." 
Cade bends down and picks up a beer. "I got you." 
"Thanks." Mickey says popping the cock with his teeth. 
The rest of the guys ignore them and keep talking. Cade sips his own beer but
doesn't take his eyes off Mickey. "Bad ass Mickey, huh?" 
"Who says?" 
"It's your rep." 
"That what Dillon said?" 
"He didn't have to. You're friends with him, the tattoos on your knuckles, your
overall don't fuck with me demeanor." 
"Did you just fucking wink at me?" Mickey asks incredulously. 
"What, people don't do that anymore?" 
Mickey shakes his head. "Gonna need you to step the fuck back man." 
Cade smiles and raises an eyebrow. "What did I do? We're just having
conversation." 
Mickey is suddenly thankful for the arm that wraps across his chest from
behind. He leans towards his boyfriend's chiseled chest and shuts his eyes. 
"Hey." Ian says and kisses his cheek. 
"Hi." Mickey replies with a smile. 
Ian looks at Cade who is watching them intently. "If you don't mind, I'm gonna
steal my boyfriend away now. Haven't seen him enough tonight." 
Will that Ian pulls Mickey away and leads him towards the bar. He grabs a
bottle of Jamieson and they head to an isolated area. He sits on the grass and
pulls Mickey on his lap. They open the bottle and drink it slowly. Just
laughing and talking happily. Ian clears his troat and thinks he should give
Mickey his present now before they get too drunk. 
"So... I got you something." 
"What's that?" Mickey turns to look at him curiously. 
Ian reaches into his pocket and pulls out Mickey's present. "Are those rings!"
Mickey exclaims taking them from Ian. "Now babe, I'm not trying to ruin your
gift but we are a little too young to get married. And didn't we agree to wait
till you were fucking thirty?"
"Would you slow down? I'm not proposing." Ian says. Taking one of the rings, he
puts it on Mickey's middle finger. "I know this is corny as shit but they are
promise rings. Promise to always love each other. Promise to always be there
for each other."
Mickey nods and takes Ian's ring. "They're engraved." He caresses the words
inside the ring. 
I&M 4eva
"Just like my chain." Ian says caressing the jewel in his neck.
"Jesus Christ Ian." Mickey whispers emotionally his heart pounding. "Promise to
always find each other no matter what." 
"Promise to always be inseparable?" Ian asks. 
Mickey laughs and shakes his head. He takes Ian's left hand and also puts the
ring in his middle finger. 
"We never take these off." Ian says and Mickey nods in agreement pulling his
boyfriend into a deep lingering heartfelt kiss. 
They sit there kissing and whispering I love yous for the longest time until
they go back to the drinking and laughing again.  
"You having fun?" Ian asks after a while laughing when Mickey falls off his
lap. He helps him up and repeats the question. "Babe, having fun?" 
"'Course I am. Fucking kiss me." Mickey slurs. 
"Happy birthday Mick." 
"Happy birthday to you too." 
Ian snorts and starts laughing with Mickey joining him seconds later. "Fuck, I
thought you said I love you." 
"You are so fucking drunk right now." Ian laughs tackling Mickey on the grass
so he can kiss him till they run out of breath. 
Chapter End Notes
     Yeeei the wonderful Mhunter10 just showed me how to link stuff INSIDE
     the story. I was so excited. So I hope no one missed the link I gave
     of Cade.
     Yeeeeeiiii
***** Chapter 28 *****
Chapter Notes
     Brace yourselves guys 5000 words. i don't even know why it just
     happened.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ian finishes his lunch and runs out of the house heading straight to Mickey's.
He got grounded for a week by Fiona after Mickey got into a fight at school and
Ian joined in to save him. What made the punishment even worse was because
Fiona had forbidden Ian from seeing Mickey for the duration of that time.
“You know what, grounding you isn’t enough. Keeping you away from Mickey is
more likely to stop you from getting into fights in the future.” She’d said.
And it doesn’t matter how much Ian cried or begged his sister had been adamant.
Now Ian was missing his friend like crazy. So as soon as his punishment was let
up Ian doesn’t waste anymore time before rushing over to the Milkovich house.
He bangs on the door loudly and fidgets impatiently waiting for someone to open
it.
“Ian!” Mickey shouts with a big toothy smile on his face. He had just turned
eleven the week before they got in trouble and one of his lower teeth was just
beginning to grow again. It was shorter than the rest and it always made Ian
smile every time he saw it.
“Hello Mick!” Ian hugs his best friend tightly and Mickey holds him back just
as tight. They had missed each other. “Wanna go play? We could climb trees
again.”
“Ma!” Mickey calls behind him. “I'm leaving with Ian, will be right back!”
“Okay, be careful Mikhailo.” She replies and Mickey closes the door behind him
joining Ian outside.
“So what tree do you wanna climb first?” Mickey asks excitedly leading the way.
“That one!” Ian points at a tree he saw on the way and thought he would love to
try it.
They run towards it since it's quite a distance from the Milkovich home. Mickey
frowns up at the tree, hand on his hips. “No.”
“What do you mean no?”
“It's too tall. We’ll fall off.”
“No we won't.” Ian says as he takes off his shoes. “Watch me. We climbed a tree
with Lip on Wednesday and I'm getting,” he breathes as he starts to go up the
tree. “really good.” He reaches the first thick brunch and sits on it looking
down at Mickey. “See? I made it. Come on.”
Mickey stares up at the tree nervously. He loves climbing trees with Ian, but
this one is really tall. It's not what they’re used to. But if Ian can do it,
then he can too. Except when he goes to climb Ian goes further up. “Ian no!
You’re going to fall!” he shouts worried.
Ian just laughs and gets two brunches higher and sits down swinging his legs.
He grins down at Mickey and the dark haired little boy can't help but laugh.
“I'm okay see?”
“Just… be careful Ian.” Mickey warns. But now he doesn’t want to climb anymore.
Ian looks dangerously high. “You okay?”
Ian nods vigorously which makes Mickey flinch picturing the brunch breaking and
his best friend plummeting to the hard ground. “Look, no hands.” Ian lets go of
the brunch he was holding onto, lifts his hands and starts waving them around.
 
The wind blows, rustling the leaves and Mickey covers his eyes. He can't look.
He takes a deep breath then puts his hands down and looks up at Ian. “Ian,
please come down. Please.”
Ian laughs. “I'm fi…”
Next thing Mickey sees is Ian falling to the ground and landing with a loud
thump. He hears something crack before Ian lets out a loud cry. Mickey is
beside him in seconds. “Ian, Ian, Ian!” Ian just wails louder grabbing onto his
elbow.
“Hurts.” Ian sobs tears coming down his freckled face.
Mickey panics. He wants to get Ian help but he doesn’t want to leave him alone.
Eventually he can't watch his best friend in pain anymore so he quickly runs
back home. He walks in to find his mother wiping on the coffee table.
“Mama! Mama! Ian fell off the tree and now he's on the ground crying. I think
something is broken.” He offers quickly his heart pounding and tears running
down his own face.
His mother grabs her phone while Mickey grabs her hand leading her to where Ian
is. He kneels by Ian's side until the ambulance comes and he refuses to let his
mother be the only one to get in with Ian. So the three of them go the
hospital. Mickey waits with his mother as Ian gets taken care of. He cries on
his mother’s chest until he falls asleep.  
                                 ~°~
When Mickey wakes up again he's lying next to Ian and they are at the
Gallaghers. Ian is watching him intently. “What?” Mickey asks.
“Why are you the one sleeping and I'm the one with a broken arm?” he asks with
a smile.
Mickey sits up and looks at the cast on his best friend’s hand. He traces his
fingers on it. “Does it hurt?” he asks quietly.
“Not anymore.” Ian replies. “But before, when I fell, yes. So much.”
Mickey inhales and exhales loudly. “I told you to come down, but did you listen
to me?!”
Ian chuckles. “Yes, I should have listened.”
“We are never climbing another tree again. We will find something else to do.
Anything else!”
“Yes Mickey.”
“Okay.” Mickey nods, happy to find to resistance from Ian. “You want to go back
to sleep?”
Ian nods and they lie back down. Still staring at each other.
Fiona comes in much later to check on Ian and Mickey can tell she's been crying
too. She slaps Ian in the back of the head after knowing he's feeling better.
Eleven days.
 For eleven days Ian stays home, his hand aches and he can't do much for eleven
days. But Mickey is by his side and even though he still can't do anything he
has his best friend there and it makes him feel better. Especially when Mickey
keeps smiling and exposing the tooth that’s shorter than the rest knowing it
will make Ian crack up and forget he's in pain.
Eleven days before Ian can go back to school. And Mickey doesn’t leave his side
for those eleven, days. Not even to go to school himself. Doesn’t matter how
much his mother tries to make him. Mickey needs to be here. He needs to stay
with Ian, make sure he's alright. He wants to make up for that time they were
denied and he also does not want second hand information. Mickey needs to see
for himself that Ian is indeed okay. They spend most of their days in the
Gallagher living room of sleeping side by side in Ian's bed, Mickey making
doodles on Ian's cast.
And even though they're here because Ian got injured, it's the best eleven days
of their lives.
 
                                 ~°~°~°~°~
 
It's two weeks after his birthday and Ian has spent the last six nights in
Mickey's bed because the football team will be leaving for a week. Mickey can't
believe it. A week. A whole week. Ian will be gone for an entire fucking week,
what the fuck? He wakes up before Ian, and checks the time. It reads 11:00AM.
They’d gone out clubbing just the two of them last night and even though they
didn’t drink much, they hadn’t come home till late. He rubs his eyes and turns
on his right to find Ian –is he smiling?- in his sleep. Fucking creep. Who the
fuck smiles in their sleep? 
Mickey watches him for a while longer and yep, he's definitely smiling. He
wonders what he could be dreaming about. Maybe they won a game and Ian scored
the touching goal. Are those football terminologies? Whatever. Mickey flicks
Ian's nose with his forefinger and the red head wiggles his nose before
groaning and coming to. He opens his sleepy eyes looking at Mickey in what he
assumes is supposed to be a glare. He's not managing it very well.
“The fuck was that for?” Ian mutters sleepily.
“What's that mumbles?” Mickey asks and Ian smiles.
“Asshole.”
“It's time to rise and fucking shine Cinderella. We've overslept.”
“It's Saturday.” Ian says and this time he manages the glare since he's fully
awake now.
“Still.”
“Pfft.” Ian sits up and reaches under the bed on his side. Mickey watches as
his boyfriend pulls out a can of beer.
“What the fuck?”
“It will make me feel better.” Ian chugs half of it and lies back on the pillow
with a sigh. He hands Mickey the rest of it.
“Thanks.” Mickey mumbles before downing the beer too. “So what were you
dreaming about? Justin Timberlake?”
“What?” Ian frowns.
“I woke you up because you were smiling like a creep in your fucking sleep.”
Ian smiles, big and wide. “You.” Mickey scoffs with a blush, flattered. “It's
true. ‘Twas about that time you had just turned eleven and I broke my arm.”
Mickey groans. “I told you to come down but you didn’t listen to me!”
Ian laughs pulling Mickey into his arms. “You told me that, that time too.”
“I said Ian, this tree is too tall. But did you listen to me?”
“I...”
“Did you listen to me?”
Ian laughs louder. “No, I did not.”
Mickey pinches the nipple that’s right on his face. “I was very wise despite my
age. Could have saved you a lot of unnecessary pain if you’d listened to me.”
“Okay king Solomon. Sure.” Ian says letting go of Mickey so he can straddle
him. “Did I ever say thank you for never leaving my side?” he kisses him long,
slow, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth. “For eleven days?” He kisses him
again and pulls back when Mickey lets out a moan. “Thank you.”
Mickey avoids his eyes and looks anywhere but Ian. “Where else would I have
been?”
Ian grins and sits back on the bed. He takes one of Mickey's legs and kisses
his ankle. “I love you.”
“Well I don’t.”
“Really now?” Ian raises a disbelieving eyebrow.
“Yes, really. You are a stubborn fucker. Was then is now.”
“Fine. I don’t love you either.” Mickey pushes at Ian's naked chest with his
foot. Ian laughs so Mickey steps on his chest with the other foot too. The
redhead holds both legs by the ankles pinning them to his chest. “You started
it.”
Mickey taps his toes on redhead's chest as the latter caresses and kisses his
legs. “Can't believe you’ll be gone for a week. What do you need an entire
fucking week for?”
Ian breathes out loudly. “I know babe, I hate it too, so much.”
Mandy barges in and throws Mickey's phone on the bed. “Riding hood calling.”
“Bitch why the hell do you have my phone?” Mickey snaps.
“You have the best music on there. Jesus. Who the hell is riding hood?”
“I left my phone at home yesterday.” Ian replies then takes Mickey's phone so
he can answer it. “Yeah?”
“Why do you have him saved as riding hood?” Mandy whispers looking at Mickey.
The latter points at Ian's hair. “Aaah.” Mandy nods in realization. “Little red
riding hood. You two are so… I can't even...” she trails off. Dillon's coming
over and he's bring booze so get your lazy asses out of bed!” she closes the
door.
“Okay.” Ian finishes.
“Who was it?”
“Lip. Coach dropped something off at home. He was just letting me know. Told
him to charge my phone for me.”
“What time are you leaving tomorrow?”
“We have to be gathered at school by six thirty so pretty fucking early.” Ian
puts Mickey's legs down and gets between them so he can kiss his boyfriend.
“I'll be back in no time.” Mickey wraps his arms around Ian and just looks at
him. They stare at each other wordlessly, sharing a moment until Ian bites on
his nose gently. He laughs and sits up again pulling both of Mickey's legs in
his lap.
“You're a fucking menace.”
“You're a fucking menace.” Ian lifts Mickey's left leg, bringing it to his
mouth again and bites gently on his heel.
“Ow! What's with the fucking biting?
“Shut up, that wasn’t even a bite. This,” Ian lifts the leg again and bites the
heel slightly harder. “is a bite.”
Mickey pulls back both his legs. “What the fuck?!” he crawls towards Ian who’s
trying to get away. Mickey straddles him and uses all his weight to make sure
he can't get away. Ian laughs trying to push him away. Mickey doesn’t let him.
Instead he bends and holds onto Ian's left arm –since his boyfriend is right
handed- and bites on his arm, hard. He aims for the meaty part just above the
elbow and bites, for real. 
Ian cries out in surprise. “Fuck Mickey!” he pushes at Mickey's forehead but
the latter doesn’t let go. “Mickey!” Mickey finally pulls back with a happy
smirk looking at his teeth marks dented on Ian's skin. “Mickey what the hell?
You bit me!” Ian inspects his arm. He touches the sore spot and hisses. “You
fucking bit me!” he shouts, still in shock. “Why would you bite me?” he pouts
and looks at his arm again where Mickey's teeth marks are clear as day. “This
is not gonna go away for a long while.”
Mickey who’s watching Ian in amusement straddles his lap and pecks him on the
lips. “I'm sorry.”
“You bit me.” Ian repeats quietly.
“I know and I'm sorry.”
Ian frowns at him. “Is this going to be a thing now? Because that shit was
fucking painful, still is. And it's not like there was sex to distract me!”
Mickey cresses the abused hand avoiding the bruise and kisses it. “I'm sorry.”
He's not. “I don’t even know why I did that.” He does.
“Ian! Fuckward! Get out here!” Mandy yells from the living room.
“Why I'm I fuckward and yet you get to be Ian?” Mickey complains.
“Probably because you bite your boyfriend.”
Mickey pecks Ian one more time before pulling on a pair or sweats and a t-shirt
then heading out. Ian looks at his hand one more time and frowns at the teeth
marks there. This was such a strange thing for Mickey to do. And seeing as he
knows that boy in and out, it wasn’t in retaliation. Mickey wants Ian to think
it's revenge but Ian knows it's not. And he knows his boyfriend isn’t sorry
either. He’ll find out the truth soon enough. He gets up so he can put on some
clothes.
“Shit.” He curses when he lifts his hand and it aches like a motherfucker.
“Fuck you Mickey!” he calls out and he's met with laughter.
Putting on the shirt turns out to be painful too but he manages. He's just glad
Mickey didn’t bite his right arm seeing as he has a game in two days. Or maybe
that’s why Mickey didn’t bite his right arm. That fucking asshole, he did this
on purpose!
 
                                 ~°~°~°~°~
 
By the time Ian leaves the bedroom and peeps into the living room, the four
beings in there are already enjoying themselves seeing as the living room is
foggy with smoke. Wait, did he just see four people? He reverses from where he
was walking towards the kitchen to see that there were indeed for people in the
living room. The fourth person being Cade.
Cade. Ian hadn’t talked to him since Mickey's birthday. But he had definitely
seen the guy at school and in their classes. It was really hard to ignore the
guy seeing as he struts around like he owns the place. Ian shakes his head and
goes back into the kitchen. He grabs a bottle of water and chugs it as he walks
back into the living room. He sits next to Dillon and grabs one of the beers
they brought.
“Sup red.”
“Hey Dillon.”
“Ian.”
“Cade.”
Mickey who’s on the recliner passes him the weed and Ian winces as he takes it
with his left hand. His idiot boyfriend only smirks at him. “Something wrong
with your hand?” Mandy who’s sited between Dillon's legs asks.
“No, he's fine.” Mickey answers on his behalf. Not that Ian was planning on
telling them his weirdo of a boyfriend fucking bit him and not in a playful
kind of way either.
“Wilson always so uptight?” Cade asks.
“I think he's alright.” Ian replies holding his breath after inhaling. “Mickey
and Dillon on the other hand probably shares your sentiments.”
“He's fine once you get used to him.” Mandy tells Cade. “If you can manage to
show up to all the classes.” She adds with a laugh.
The five of them spend the afternoon drinking and smoking. Ian does more
cigarettes than weed and avoids the hard liquor since he's has to be up
extremely early the next day. So he pretty much stays sober the entire time
since he needs several cans of beer to really get drunk. The rest however are
laughing and talking and making fun of each other. Ian finds himself warming up
to Cade. Maybe he really isn’t such a bad guy once you get to know him. He
doesn’t hide his disdain for less than popular people, but other than that Ian
doesn’t find much else wrong with the guy. And they keep fist bumping with
Mickey for one reason or another so Mickey must like him too.  
At one point or another Ian will himself cursing his boyfriend internally when
someone brushes against his left arm or when he forgets about the bite and
moves his hand too much. He has a feeling he’ll be doing that a lot until the
pain completely ebbs away. The bruise has fully formed at this point. It's a
dark shade of red now but by tomorrow maybe it will start to purple. 
By 5:00PM everyone is about to leave when mama Milkovich calls to say she won't
be coming home so instead of people leaving, more people show up. By 8:00PM
however Ian can't stay. He gets up and taps Mickey on the shoulder gesturing
towards the kitchen where it’s less noisy.
“I have to go.”
Mickey nods. “’Kay. Gonna call me as you get there right?”
Ian moves towards him and holds his neck with both hands. He caresses his
cheeks with his long thumbs. “I will call you in the afternoon. You’ll need to
sleep this off.”
“Okay.” Mickey blinks extremely slow and Ian knows he's drunk. “Love you.”
“Love you too baby. Will miss you so much.” Ian lets out with a shuddering
breath. He bends and kisses Mickey who puts both hands on his waist. Ian
breaths him in and kisses him long and deep trying to get all the sweetness he
can to sustain him for the next seven days. Fuck he loves Mickey. When they
finally pull back Mickey blinks up at him, his face flushed. “I love you.” Ian
repeats. “Be careful alright? Don’t drink too much, you got guests in your
house and Mandy is drunker than you are.” They both laugh but Mickey nods.
“Bye.”
“Bye.” Ian pecks him on the cheek one last time before getting around the
people scattered in the Milkovich house then walking out.
He doesn’t get very far before hearing, “Ian!” he stops and turns around to
find Cade catching up to him. “You leaving?” he asks pushing the hair on his
eye back like he always does even though it's pointless seeing as it goes back.
Ian nods. “Yeah, why?” Cade shrugs and starts walking so Ian does too. “Where
are you going?”
“Walking you home, you’re going home, right?”            
“Yeah but why would you walk me there?”
“Because it's what friends do.”
“Okay then. As long you don’t forget I've got a boyfriend we’re good.”
Cade laughs pushing his hair back again. “Would you stop throwing that in my
face already? I told you, I'm not trying to hit on you. You two love each
other, it's clear and I respect that.”
Ian frowns at the tattooed boy but keeps walking anyway. “I'm sorry man, you’re
just really weird sometimes.”
“Is cool, you're not the first person to be wary of me.” They both laugh. “So
you're leaving huh?”
“Yeah, for a week.”
“Cool, gonna have all the fun without ya.”
Ian chuckles as they reach the Gallagher gate and he walks in. “Fun will still
be here when I get back. Goodnight Cade.”
“Night Ian.”  
Ian nods then pushes open the door that’s never closed and walks in without
looking back. He finds Lip and Carl chasing each other around the room. “Why
aren’t you at the party?” he asks surprised.
“Got someone coming over.” Lip replies.
“Cool. Keep doing whatever it is you’re doing.”
Ian walks up the stairs and into his bedroom immediately retiring for the
night. 
 
                                 ~°~°~°~°~
                                                                   
Ian’s alarm goes off at 5:00AM and he quickly turns it off to avoid waking up
the rest. He sits up and yawns stretching his arms. He feels a sharp pain on
his left arm and remembers what Mickey did. “Fucking Mickey.”
 
…
 
Ian showers and forgets all about his arm. That’s until he gets to school and
one of his team mates gives him a bro hug before tapping his shoulder and he
flinches remembering the pain. Baby I love you but you are a fucking asshole.
Is what he doesn’t say out loud.
 
…
 
Ian and the rest of the guys who got there on time stand there talking and pass
time waiting for the rest. Including the coach who gave a lecture about being
late. The coach finally shows up with the school bus and they all walk in. Ian
puts his bag in the luggage compartment just like the rest. It's when he uses
his left hand to hold onto the bus handle so he can get in the pain hits him
again. I will get you back I swear to God.
…
 
When they arrive the coach stands in front  of the bus and gives them the
motivation speech. Ian tunes it out and just looks out the window. He hates
been away from Mickey and his family but all the travelling he does for
football isn’t so bad. He turns back to the coach when the man claps his hands
and gives them the go ahead to leave the bus. Ian passes the coach with a
smile.
“Don’t let me down Gallagher!” he says then slaps Ian on his left arm hard.
“Fucking Mickey!” this time Ian does say it out loud. His had is throbbing
though so he doesn’t care that he gets strange looks from his team mates for
it.
 
…
 
That’s pretty much what happens for the next couple of days after the bruise
turns a dark purplish color. Ian is always thinking about his boyfriend but for
the next couple of days it’s the literal definition of ‘you're always on my
mind’ all because Mickey decided to be a child and bite him. But Ian loves that
stupid asshole and everything that comes with him so after a while, every time
the pain reminds him of Mickey he just smiles instead of cursing him out.
Thinking about him all the time will definitely get him through this time
they're apart. By the time the bruise turns a greenish, yellow type of color
it's not as painful but it's still there. And when Ian doesn’t feel it he just
presses a little bit on the spot with his thumb and smiles stupidly at himself
when residual pain courses through his arm.
 
                                 ~°~°~°~°~
 
It's on a Friday, two days before Ian comes home when Mickey decides to head
over to Jamie’s. Not that he has a delivery today. He's just bored since no one
is home and Iggy and Mandy are both busy. His mother wants to teach him how to
bake and Mickey is just not feeling it right now. So he runs away, literally.
Waits until his mother goes out the backdoor and he runs out. Jamie always has
some good stuff at his place so he will entertain himself there.
When Mickey walks in through the door though, there's an altercation going on.
Mickey is taken by surprised since he didn’t even expect anyone to be home. All
his other brothers are here too. Jamie, Tony, and Colin. So this must be
serious.
Jamie is chest to chest with a guy just as big as him. “I'm not fucking with
you Julian, he gives me my money or he's dead fucking meat.” Jamie threatens.
“You wanna get to him, you’re gonna have to get through me. He said he will get
you your fucking money!” the Julian person retorts. Mickey checks to see some
guy hiding behind Julian and he scoffs. Pussy.
Jamie huffs angrily and steps back. Mickey notices his brothers visibly exhale
and he knows for sure he just walked in on something serious. He's proven right
when Jamie pulls out a gun and cocks it, right before pressing it against
Julian’s temple.
“Then I guess I'm gonna have to go through you.” Jamie growls and Mickey's
heart starts to beat extremely fast.
His other brothers all act at the same time trying to placate their older
brother. “Jamie, he’s not fucking worth it.” Colin.
“Yeah Jamie, come on. We know this isn’t even about the God demn money.” Tony.
“I should kill him right now. Get out of my way Julian.”
Julian swallows, his confidence subsiding a little bit. “Jamie, I will make
sure he gets you the money, please don’t do this.”
Jamie just shakes his head no. Mickey can tell he's really mad because his face
is red and other than that Mickey knows his older brother and he knows when
he's mad. So he decides to speak up because he draws the line at murder.
“Jamie.” Everyone in the room turns to look at him, his presence registering to
them for the first time since he got here.
“Leave Mick, you shouldn't see this.” Jamie orders.
“No.” Mickey replies walking stealthily towards his brother and Julian who
looks like he's afraid to even move. “I know he must owe you a lot of money for
you to get like this, or maybe it's not the first time he's fucked you over but
please don’t do this.” Mickey begs. Jamie continues to breath fast and hard but
doesn’t say anything and doest put the gun down. Mickey glances and Tony and
his brother nods encouragingly. “Please Jamie. Don’t shoot him. Don’t have
murder on your hands. He's not worth going to jail over.” Jamie finally looks
at him and Mickey nods. “Give it to me.”
He stretches out his hand and Jamie reluctantly lowers the gun and hands it to
him. Mickey puts the safety back on and hands the gun to Colin who’s closest to
him. When Mickey drops the gun that’s when he realizes he's shaking. Shit,
shit, shit, he doesn’t even want to think what would have happened if he hadn’t
showed up.
“One week.” Jamie says. “If I don’t have my money by then you're dead.” He
growls glaring at the coward still hiding behind Julian. “And my baby brother
won't be there to save ya.”
                                 ~°~
When Mickey gets home he's breathing fast and hard. He rushed into his room and
quickly closes the door behind him. He just wants to get under the covers and
hide never to be seen again. He undresses until he only has his boxers and t-
shirt on then gets in his bed. Has Jamie killed before? He hopes not. But
incidents like that probably happen all the time Mickey's just never seen it.
It is a dangerous business after all. Shit, he almost witnessed a murder. That
he would have had to keep to himself because Jamie is his brother. Shit.
He would give anything to have Ian here right now. With him. Holding him in his
arms and telling him everything will be alright. Because Mickey's heart can't
seem to keep up. He's home away from all the murder threats and guns he should
have stopped shaking by now.  Shit.
His phone rings and Mickey looks around frantically. It's not in bed with him.
He gets off the bed to look through his jeans pockets and he has never been
happier to see Riding Hood on display. Mickey takes a deep breath and tries to
calm down somewhat.
“Baby!” Ian calls loudly. “How are you?” he sounds out of breath. Good. If he's
still at practice he won't be able to tell Mickey is still shaken.
“I'm fine. Why are you out of breath?”
He hears Ian exhale loudly. “Feels good to be off my feet. Coach just made me
do like ten laps.”
“What d’you do?” Mickey settles down on his pillow already feeling better now
that Ian has distracted him from the incident.
“Eh.” Ian starts and Mickey smiles. “Kinda got into a fight during today’s
game.”
“So you started it.”
“A little bit.”
Mickey laughs. “Did you win at least?”
“There was an accident so we will continue the match tomorrow. I'm benched
though.”
“I'm sorry.”
“It's alright. What have you been up to?”Mickey remembers what just happened
and he shivers.
“Does your arm still ache?” he asks instead.
Ian chuckles on the other end. “Only of I press on it.”
“You’ve been pressing on it!” Mickey asks in surprise.
“So I got used to the pain, sue me!” they both laugh. Mickey sleeps on his back
so he's staring at the ceiling. “I kept cursing you out every time my arm
ached. Which was a lot.”
Mickey smiles. “At least every time you texted you were thinking about me I
knew you weren’t lying.”
“I would never lie about that.” Ian says quietly and Mickey can picture his
beautiful smile. “I always think about you when we’re apart.” Now Mickey's
heart is beating fast for a reason he can acknowledge. “You don’t have to bite
me for me to think about you. Doesn’t matter how long I'm going to be away.”
Mickey laughs. He feels better. So much better. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being you.”
“I love you babe. See you on Sunday.”
“I love you too Ian, so much.”
He hears Ian exhale shakily on the other end before hanging up.
Mickey stares at his phone where the wallpaper is a selfie Ian took of both of
them. Ian has his hands wrapped around Mickey's neck and he's kissing the side
of his head. Mickey is smiling so happily he doesn’t even recognize himself.
He has been a terrible boyfriend.
You don’t lie to someone you love. He gave Ian so much shit for lying to him
and yet here he is doing it to him now. He needs to come clean. He needs to
tell Ian. He doesn’t know what  the outcome will be but he can't keep what he’s
been doing from Ian anymore. It's just not right. Shoving his phone under his
pillow, Mickey shuts his eyes hoping to nap for a bit. He was looking forward
to Ian's return before. Now, now he's not so sure. What if this ends up
breaking them up? What if Ian can't forgive him? What will Mickey do then?
With the same questions going round and round in his head, Mickey falls into a
restless slumber.
Chapter End Notes
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     (quick confession, i bit an ex once when we were play fighting. my
     reasons were not the same as Mickey's though. ha ha haa. *gasps* i
     hope that's not why we aren't together. ha ha ha ha haaa)
***** Chapter 29 *****
Chapter Notes
     The truth finally comes out... or does it? bwahahahahahaha
     forgive me, i'm sleepy, it's 4:00am he he he hee
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Ian looks out the bus window twisting the ring on his finger. He cannot wait to
get home. He can't wait to kiss Mickey. His full pink lips that are always so
tempting. Especially if he licks them or when they kiss for too long and they
turn red. Ugh! He cannot wait to be inside his boyfriend’s tight ass. Mickey
takes him so good. He takes him better than… well, Ian has no one else to
compare to but he doesn’t need that. He already knows his boyfriend is amazing
in bed if the way he makes Ian feel is anything to go by.
He sighs quietly and keeps watching as buildings, trees and other vehicles pass
by. He needs to stop thinking about sex. Thinking about Mickey has him getting
hard and that won't help him here. He squeezes his hard dick through the denim
and shifts on his seat clearing his throat.
“I can help you with that.”
Ian quickly turns to find Cayden a fellow team mate on the seat next to him
that was empty a few minutes ago. “What?” Cayden twists his mouth and glances
at Ian's crotch before looking back at him. Ian looks down to find his bulge is
pretty visible. He quickly covers it with his shirt. “Fuck off Cayden. I have
someone at home who will gladly take care of it.”
Cayden licks his lips and scoots closer. Ian moves further towards the window.
“Look, Mickey's not here. There's no need for you to suffer and yet I'm a
willing body.” He whispers.
“We’re on the freaking bus!” Ian whisper shouts. Not that he would let the guy
do anything but still, what the hell is he thinking? Cayden is a year older
than Ian. He's pretty buff and he's half Mexican and African American so he's a
good looking fella but Mickey takes the cake here. Mickey will always take the
cake.
“I can get very creative. Not my first time.” He waggles his eyebrows
suggestively and Ian glares at him in disgust.
“Please go away.”
“Team mates always help each other out. You gotta let me…”
“If you don’t leave, I will tell Mickey that you came onto me. Then you will
have to deal with him on Monday. Is that what you want?”
Cayden gasps. “You would tell on me?”
“Yep.”
The other boy’s face falls and he leaves, dejected. Ian exhales in relief.
There's nothing like reminding people what Mickey can do to get them to back
off. Ian sighs happily and lays his head back on the window settling in for the
rest of the journey.
 
                                ~°~°~°~°~
“Could you please stay still or move the fuck away please?” Iggy finally snaps.
Mickey is seated next to him and they're watching a movie that for the life of
him Mickey can't get into even if he tried. He's so fucking nervous. Ian will
be home any moment now and he's gotta confess to what he's been up to. He's so
nervous about Ian's reaction and he keeps shaking his leg. It in turn shakes
the couch and Iggy has had enough of it. Mickey grunts and leaves the living
room to his brother and his friend whose name Mickey has forgotten since it's
not even a real name.
He heads into Iggy’s bedroom to grab a couple of beers from his mini fridge and
then takes them to his room. God he misses Ian. He misses him so much even
though it's only been seven days. When they're not fighting they fuck
practically daily so he misses Ian and a specific body part. Ian sent a filthy
text an hour ago so clearly he's looking forward to the sex too.
So maybe Mickey should let them have re-union sex before dropping the bomb?
Yeah. That’s exactly what he’ll do. He’ll fuck his boyfriend first before he
ruins everything by his confession. Who knows, he might not get a chance to
fuck him again after Ian finds out the truth.
Mickey nods to himself and takes a sip of his beer. He will confess tomorrow.
Today he will let Ian fuck him into the mattress till they can't move anymore.
With that conclusion Mickey instantly calms down. The nerves disappear and he
goes back to his normal calm and collected self.
 
                                ~°~°~°~°~
 
Ian passes by his house, hugs everyone who’s around hello then heads up to take
a shower so he can head over to see his boyfriend. He doesn’t even need to
clarify to Fiona where he's spending the night since it goes without saying.
Walking into the Milkovich house it's just Iggy and his friend in the living
room so he says hello and heads directly to Mickey's bedroom. He finds his
boyfriend lying on the bed on his phone, with just boxers on, and a beer in
hand. Mickey smirks up at him the moment Ian shuts the door.
“Hi.” Ian greets.
“Hi.” Mickey replies and the sound makes Ian's breath stutter. It's like a
breath of fresh air. Fuck he'd missed him so much. He immediately starts
undressing till he's left in just his underwear as well before crawling over
towards him. “Hey.” Mickey says again putting everything on the side table so
he can receive Ian. He holds onto both his cheeks as they both meet for a
searing kiss.
The moment their lips touch Mickey's heart rate kicks up and he sighs happily
into the kiss. Ian settles in between his legs so they can kiss properly. He
caresses Mickey's biceps, ribs and ass as Mickey sucks on his tongue. This is
what he's been missing. This is what he's been craving for the last couple of
days. No one can give him this floaty feeling but Mickey. No one can make his
body shudder from pleasure apart from Mickey. No one. He brushes Mickey's inner
thigh before feeling his hardness over his boxers. There's a wet patch and it
turns Ian even more knowing Mickey is already leaking precum.
“Want you.” he whispers.
“Please.” Mickey replies out of breath.
Ian pulls Mickey's hands from where they're around his neck. He places them
just above his head so he can slot their fingers together. He then continues to
kiss the lips he couldn’t stop thinking about on his way here and at the same
time rubbing his crotch against Mickey and getting an appreciative moan in
return. He lets go of the shorter boy’s hands so he can kiss his neck and chest
and stomach and keep going lower.
Mickey whimpers when he feels Ian nose at the fabric of his boxers right where
his dick is leaking. He lifts his hips when Ian pulls the clothing down. Ian
looks straight at Mickey while he throws the boxers on the floor before taking
the hard dick in his hand.
“Missed you. Missed this.”
“Yeah?” Mickey croaks out and Ian nods. “What are you going to do about it,
tough guy?”
Ian smirks and takes the challenge. He bends, kisses Mickey's tip before
swallowing him down. Mickey has to bite his lip hard to prevent from being
loud. Ian starts to suck him off expertly and deep throating him which he can
do now after years of practicing on Mickey. When his dick touches the back of
Ian's throat he tugs on the red hair forcefully. Ian looks at him quizzically.
 
“Stop. Stop Ian. Don’ wanna come like this.”
Ian nods. “Lube.” He gets off the bed so he can step out of his own underwear
before getting back between Mickey's legs. He grabs the lube and starts to prep
Mickey blindly so they can make out. Mickey moans and caresses Ian's back.
“Missed you so much. Can't wait to feel you.”
Ian groans. “Please don’t talk like that or I will come before we've even done
anything."
Mickey manages a chuckle even though breathless just waiting for Ian to finally
fill him up. He thrusts up his hips when he feels the first finger breach him.
“Yes.”
Ian goes for his neck and sucks a mark on there while his second finger joins
the first one inside him. Soon Ian is holding onto his own dick and guiding it
inside his boyfriend. Mickey sighs heavily as Ian enters him inch by inch. Once
Ian is fully buried inside him, he lays on Mickey and presses their foreheads
together. Mickey smiles up at him.
“What?”
“Feels good.” Ian whispers. “But we gotta be quiet. Iggy is out there with a
guest and you know how he's always giving us shit for being loud.”
“Fuck Iggy. Move.” Mickey growls fucking himself on the dick inside him making
Ian hiss loudly before doing as told.
Ian kisses Mickey's jaw and neck once he starts moving slowly inside him. His
entire body shudders and he moans. This is everything he’d been imagining in
the bus and more. So, so much more. Mickey relishes in the thickness of Ian's
cock thrusting inside him.
“Shit, could spend hours buried inside you.”
“Ian.” Mickey moans and scratches up Ian's back when the latter changes the
angle and starts moving faster.
He gasps on a strangled moan before pulling Ian back in for an uncoordinated
kiss. It is wet and barely a kiss since they are both busy moaning at the
intense feeling they are providing each other. Suddenly Ian makes a sound as if
he's choking before he sits up. He kneels on the bed and pulls Mickey by his
thighs so he's somehow on his lap. Grabbing onto both thighs, he then starts
jack hammering into his boyfriend. Mickey doesn’t know what has gotten into the
redhead just now but he loves it.
He looks up at Ian who’s fucking into him so fast he looks like he's been fast
forwarded. The way Ian has positioned them makes him graze on Mickey's prostate
with every thrust. “Fuck.” He curses already losing control. This angle feels
so good, it feels fucking amazing.
Ian can feel sweat trickling down his back and more sweat on his forehead and
he thrusts harder and faster with determination. He watches the boy below him
losing control and he gets even more motivated. Mickey is hissing loudly
grabbing onto the sheets and pulling on them until he undoes the covers. He
moves his head left and right, the pleasure too intense, completely taking over
his body.
“Mickey fuuuuuuuuck!” Ian cries feeling overwhelmed. “Shit.”
He grabs Mickey's dick and starts jerking him off without slowing down his
movements. Mickey screams as he comes so hard he goes temporarily blind. Ian
watches in fascination as his boyfriend convulses violently while he continues
to moan loudly, his spent cock jerking in his hand. He continues to shudder
while still moaning and breathing heavily. He has never seen Mickey come this
hard before. He came on his chest, face and even the headboard. Ian slows down
completely and smiles down at his boyfriend who has his eyes shut, still
breathing fast and his legs still trembling.
“You alright there?”
“Mm.” is all Mickey can manage. He feels so weak he can't even move. His entire
body feels like jelly and all his strength is gone. Fuck, that was the best Ian
has ever given it to him. Ian doesn’t think Mickey can take anymore so he
starts to pull out. “No.” Mickey protests.
“Mick, baby you can't…”
“Yes...yes I can, keep, going.” Ian looks at him doubtfully but he finally
opens his eyes and nods encouragingly.
“Kay.”
Lying on top of Mickey, he starts to move extremely slow, trying his best to
stay away from Mickey's prostate. He watches his boyfriend intently who is
giving him a weak smile while caressing his cheek. He starts to fuck down onto
Ian, and clenching around him. Ian moans, and it only takes a few more thrusts
before he's filling Mickey with his cum.
“That was fucking amazing.” Mickey speaks up finally able to speak coherently.
Ian laughs and pulls out. “Yeah, I could tell.” he drops next to Mickey and the
latter lays on his side so they can look at each other. “What the hell was
that?”
“That was all you baby.” Mickey replies with a laugh.
Ian frowns his eyebrows drawn together. “You’ve never come like that before.”
He recalls how Mickey spasmed and shouted and lost control. “You lost your
freaking mind!”
Mickey kisses him. “We must be getting pretty good with this sex thing.”
“Yeah, we must.”
“Are you fucking kidding me! This is why I can't find you? Get away from my
brother’s door you fucking pervert!” Iggy yells on the other side of the door.
“Did you hear that? ‘Twas fucking intense!”
“MOVE!”
Ian and Mickey look at each and crack up. “Jesus.” Ian says before laughing
again. “Iggy needs to stop giving his friend weed.” They laugh again.
…
“Can’t do much right now but when we wake up tomorrow it's my turn.” Mickey
states matter of fact after they’ve calmed down. He spanks Ian's ass for
emphasis.
“What? You gonna fuck me and make me lose my mind too?”
“Gonna try.”
Ian chuckles. “Okay. Miss having you inside me too. Kiss me.”
 
                                ~°~°~°~°~
“Yo, yo, yo! Look who’s back!” Cade shouts when he spots Mickey, Ian and Dillon
in the hallway getting everyone’s attention. Ian glares at him. “Sup red?”
“Do not call me that.”
“Come on, Dillon gets to do it and I don’t?”
“Yes.”
Dillon laughs and slaps his cousin slash family friend in the shoulder. “Let’s
get to class.”
Cade pushes at Dillon and they start roughhousing. They do it till they're
inside the class and Ian is forced to separate them. The four of them settle
down. Cade is Dillon’s desk mate now after chasing away the one who used to sit
there just like his cousin did before him.
Mickey watches the three of them chat and laugh and he's having a hard time
concentrating on what they're saying because today is the day. Today is the
day. If he doesn’t confess today he never will. Which will be unfair and wrong
because Ian deserves to know. He hasn’t told Jamie yet about his feelings. He's
very conflicted on whether to go on or not. But his brother hasn’t called him
yet meaning he understands Mickey needs some time.
Watching that kind of violence unfold had really gotten to Mickey and he's too
young to be in that kind of danger.  He's just used to delivering cars from
point A to point B so seeing that had really put things into perspective. He
glances at Ian who is listening intently to something Cade is saying right
before laughing his face lighting up happily.
“Mick do you hear this guy?”
“What?” Cade asks. “What does it matter as long I get my dick wet?”
“You are such an asshole.” Dillon shakes his head getting his books out of his
bag.
Mickey doesn’t even know what they're talking about and he won't ask because he
needs to figure out if there's a better way to tell the boy you love ; I've
been involved in criminal activities for a while now behind your back. I was
doing it for us though, so we cool?
He sighs and rubs a hand across his face. This stress was going to give him an
ulcer. He really needs to get this out of the way. He feels a warm hand with
long fingers wrap around his wrist and he smiles glancing at his boyfriend.
“You okay?” Ian asks. Because Mickey can never get anything past him. Shit,
Mickey wonders how he's been able to keep this secret from him for so long.
“Yeah. I am just not in the mood for school today.”
Ian nods with a gentle smile and squeezes his wrist before letting go. He turns
back around to hear what Dillon is saying.
By the time they're having lunch at the cafeteria Mickey can't take it anymore
and he signals for Dillon to join him outside for a cigarette. “’Sgoing on
Mickey Mick?” Dillon asks lighting up as he leans against a wall. He goes to
hand one to Mickey but he shakes his head ‘no’ and Dillon frowns at him. “You
cool?”
“Nah man. Look, I'm gonna come clean.”
Dillon exhales from his nose and takes another drag. “Come clean about what?”
Mickey doesn’t reply but instead raises a sharp eyebrow at his friend. Dillon
chokes on smoke. “To red!” he exclaims and then coughs some more before
lowering his voice. “Are you serious?”
Mickey nods severally. “Yeah man, I think it's time.”
Dillon rubs his chin while tapping at the end of his cigarette. “Are you sure
you wanna do that? ‘Cause I'm not saying your dude’s uptight but…”
“He is not uptight.”
“He kinda is.”
“Ian is not uptight. He’s just… extra careful.”
“Uptight.”
“Would you please stop calling my boyfriend fucking uptight and help me out
here?”
Dillon laughs. “I'm just saying, he almost killed me when we robbed that liquor
store. What's he gonna do when he finds out you’ve been delivering stolen cars
and even jacked a few yourself?”
“Shit.”
“Right? You’ve managed to hide it so far. So quit if you have to, but you don’t
gotta tell him.”
Mickey ponders on it for a few minutes then takes a deep breath. “Will think
about it.”
Dillon nods before throwing away the stick and they head back inside.
Ian knocks their shoulders together gently when Mickey sits back down next to
him. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just needed a smoke.”
Ian nods and takes a bite of his sandwich. “Too many dicks on this crew. You,”
Mandy shoves Cade. “Start dating someone preferably a girl so we can get
another female in here.” Ian and Dillon laugh and even Mickey manages to crack
a smile.
“Well,” Cade starts. “This very pretty girl Avery, she sits at the back. A
number of times I've caught her looking at me…”  he trails off when everyone
apart from Ian starts laughing. “What? What did I say?”
Ian glares at Mickey before turning back to look at Cade. “I have no idea who
even told you you can join our crew,” he says the word disapprovingly looking
at Mandy. “but if you bring that bitch here, I am kicking both of you out.” Ian
gets up. He then bends to whisper in Mickey's ear. “Let’s go to the library
babe. Need help with the math homework.” They leave the table where Mandy and
Dillon are still laughing.
“Is Cade straight or gay anyway?” Mickey asks as they walk out.
“He says he doesn’t care either way as long as at the end of the day he gets
off.” Ian shrugs.
“Hmm. Thought he was weird at first but, he's not so bad now.”
“Yeah.” Agrees Ian pushing Mickey playfully. The latter smiles but it's not
genuine. Ian has picked up on Mickey's weird behavior, but he won't ask about
it. His boyfriend will tell him when he's ready.
 
                                ~°~°~°~°~
 
Mickey is too distracted so Ian decides; fuck waiting. He needs to know what's
going on with his boyfriend now. So they ditch school and head over to the
Milkovich house hoping they won't find their mother home since it's in the
middle of the afternoon and they’re cutting school. Luckily, she's not home.
They just find Iggy who's on his way out. He confirms that she just left so the
coast is clear. Ian sits Mickey at the kitchen table before going into the
kitchen and serving them both some food. They didn’t get a chance to finish
eating before.
“Okay spill.” Ian says sitting across his boyfriend.
“What?”
“Start talking. It's clear that something is on your mind. And I need my
boyfriend back so talk to me.” Ian takes a bite and starts chewing. Mickey
watches Ian who is eating while looking at him intently and he wonders if
Dillon could be right. I mean, why rock the boat when they are so happy right
now?
“It's nothing.”
“Bullshit. Don’ lie to me Mick.”
Mickey pinches the bridge of his nose before pushing his untouched plate away.
“I lied to you. I've been lying to you.”
Ian frowns but he doesn’t stop eating. “What about?”
“I've not been working at Jamie’s garage.”
Ian sits back and puts his spoon down his attention fully on Mickey. “Where
have you been working then?”
“For Jamie, just… not at the garage.” Ian tilts his head but doesn’t say
anything so Mickey continues. “I've been umm…” he clears his throat and fidgets
uneasily. “I've been driving stolen cars to their buyers.” Ian licks his lips
but still doesn’t say anything. “But I have been careful. Always. And that’s
all I do. I don’t deal with weapons, never shot at anyone. I just drive cars to
their wanted destination. That’s all I do.” Ian is just silently blinking at
him. “Ian, babe say something.” Mickey reaches for the hands on the table but
they get pulled away.
“How long?”
“Umm… a while?” he clears his throat. “A really long while.”
Ian nods trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “So this is who we are now?
Liars? This is what our relationship is based on?” he stands up suddenly.
Angry.
“I didn’t fucking lie to you, I just didn’t tell you.” Mickey stands up too.
“Same fucking difference!”
“I was careful.” Mickey says gently.
“You keep saying that like it's supposed to make me feel better. Careful or not
this shit is fucking dangerous Mickey!” Ian breathes. “You could’ve gotten
shot, or killed. And what if you’d gotten arrested  huh? You're eighteen, you’d
be in prison, for fucking years! Prison Mickey, not juvie. Did you think about
that?”
“Of course I did.”
“Yet you still fucking did it.” Ian scoffs bitterly, pacing. He's alternating
between anger at Mickey for joining that line of work and hurt for being kept
in the dark for this long. “Did you stop to think about how I would have felt
if that happened? Your mom?” Ian spits glaring at Mickey who's watching him.
“Or was being a bad ass criminal the only thing on your selfish mind?”
“Fuck you if you think that’s why I did it.” Mickey runs a thumb across his
lower lip. “I did this for us. You and me, so we never have to suffer and yet
I'm selfish?”
“Nobody fucking ask you to!” Ian yells. “I sure as hell didn’t and never
would.”
“No, but I did it anyway because I love you. I wanted to better our future.”
Ian shakes his head cackling in disbelief. “Ian, babe, I was careful. So
careful and isn’t that what you told me?” Ian frowns at him confused because
they have never talked about this shit. “You told me as long as I was safe and
didn’t get caught…”
“When?” Ian snaps.
“That day before my birthday when we were at the mall, you said…”
“Ugh!” Ian cries out. “Why are you… why would you…” he takes a deep breath.
“Don’t you dare fucking do that! You know that’s not what I meant. I was
referring to when you had to do it for my birthday. Remember, when you told me
it was just that one time? You are such a fucking liar Mick. What else are you
keeping from me, hmm?”
“Oh, you know what, fuck off!”
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah Ian fuck all the way off. Fuck you and your fucking high horse!” Mickey
groans. “Why you always gotta be like this? Turning unnecessary shit into a big
fucking deal? I was fine then, I am fine now. I didn’t get arrested, or shot.
So would you calm the fuck down already?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ian whispers quietly. “You lied to me. You’ve
been dealing with stolen cars and justifying it with the fact that you were
providing for our future. You think that makes it fucking okay? And now you're
trying to turn this around on me?”
“Yes, because you’re overreacting!”
“Fuck you Mickey!” Ian pushes at his chest. “Fuck you!” he does it again.
“Fuck me? Fuck you!”
Ian takes a few steps back, shocked. “You could have gotten into real, fucking,
danger Mickey. Don’t you fucking see that?” Ian yells angrily. “You could have
walked in on something, could have pissed someone off. Then where would you
be?”
“It. Didn’t. Happen.” Mickey enunciates. “None of that shit happened. So stop
acting like such a fucking…”
“Go ahead. Complete that sentence. What am I acting like Mickey?”
“You are being childish. You are being stupid about this entire fucking
situation and you are being a fucking asshole to me when I am trying to come
clean to my fucking boyfriend!” Mickey can see Ian's face turning as red as his
hair in anger and he knows he should stop. He knows he's the guilty one and he
should stop projecting his anger towards Ian but he can't stop. “I was just
trying to spare your stupid fragile fucking feelings!” He sees Ian's hands form
into fists as he visibly shakes, infuriated.
Ian doesn’t know how he hasn’t screamed out of indignation and frustration.
What is Mickey doing? Why is he being like this? He's the one who lied, and
stole. And now he's insulting Ian? Why? “I'm stupid?!” Ian asks. “I'm stupid?”
He repeats hurting from Mickey's words as tears start running down his face.
Which is why he doesn’t think before grabbing his half eaten plate. He pours
the remaining food on the table and flings the plate across the room aiming
straight at Mickey's head.
Mickey ducks, the plate missing him by an inch. “WHAT THE FUCK IAN?!” he shouts
staring at the shattered plate behind him.
They’ve been angry and loud this entire time. But that action leaves them just
staring at each other. Ian is still crying silently, the hurt clear in his
eyes. He wipes at his tears furiously, still shocked that that’s the route
Mickey chose to take during the argument.
He sniffs. “You're not even sorry are you?”
Mickey sighs heavily when he sees the desolation on his boyfriend’s face. “I
am. I...” he runs a hand through his hair. “Shit.” He takes a few steps towards
Ian but the latter steps back. “I am sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things.
You're not stupid or childish. You're…”
Ian leaves him there and walks into Mickey's room locking it. Mickey walks
slowly towards his door and knocks on it. “Ian baby I'm sorry. I didn’t mean
it. I didn’t mean anything I said please open the door.” When he doesn’t get an
answer he heads into the kitchen with a heavy regretful sigh.
Mickey reaches towards the window where the spares are usually kept. He then
carefully steps over the broken plate since he's barefoot and heads back to his
room. Opening the door quietly, he looks inside to find Ian lying on the bed
facing the other way but his body is shaking meaning he's crying. His heart
breaks knowing he caused this and yet he was the guilty one. Ian didn’t deserve
the things he said. Mickey had been the asshole and not the other way around.
Ian is always watching out for him. He's always looking out for Mickey which is
why he tries to ensure he doesn’t get in trouble. So for Mickey to have called
him stupid and an asshole just because he cares, it had not been fair.
He gets on the bed and slowly lays behind Ian. He tries touching his shoulder
but Ian shrugs him off. It hurts but he deserved it. He tries again and this
time Ian lets him. Mickey turns the redhead so he's lying on his back. He gets
on top of him and between his legs. Ian is covering his eyes with both his
hands so Mickey pulls them away. The red head avoids looking at him but Mickey
can see his whole face is red and his eyes are swollen from all the crying. It
makes Mickey feel like he's been stubbed in the chest. Makes him feel like
shit.
“I'm sorry Ian.” Mickey apologizes, his voice shaky and unstable. “I'm so
fucking sorry you didn’t deserve any of that.”
“I hate you.” Ian says his voice hoarse.
“I know, and I deserve it, I'm sorry.”
“I hate you so much.”
“I'm sorry babe.” Mickey repeats his eyes getting teary just from seeing the
pain he's caused the boy he loves. “I'm sorry.” He repeats pressing their lips
together. “So fucking sorry.” He says when Ian pulls away from the kiss. Mickey
holds his cheek and guides his lips towards his own. This time Ian kisses back.
Mickey keeps apologizing as they start making out. “I love you baby, I love you
so much. Please.”
He begs when Ian pulls away again. Mickey gets him back into it and the kiss
gets heated so Mickey slowly takes off their clothes. He searches and grabs for
the lube blindly. He just doesn’t want them to stop being connected at the
mouth. He apologizes and tries to make Ian forget the entire time. Ian is still
good from this morning so Mickey just lubes his dick up before pushing inside
his boyfriend without preamble. Mickey continues mouthing his confessions
against Ian's lips even as he starts moving.
“I love you.”
“I hate you.”
“I'm sorry.”
“I don’t care. Fuck.” Ian curses when Mickey hits his sweet spot. “I hate you,
I hate you so much.”
“I know baby, I know.”
 
 
 
 
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Mickey wakes up before Ian and checks his phone since it seems to be dark
outside. It says 4:00AM. It's the next day. Shit. He's surprised to be honest.
They slept through the afternoon and the entire night. Their fight must have
really taken a toll on them. Especially Ian since he's still passed out. He
yawns and opens his eyes.
Mickey reaches out and caresses the red hair. They're not too far apart from
each other, but it's further than they usually are when they fall asleep
together. His boyfriend usually prefers them to be as close as possible.
Normally with or without sex whenever he comes to, Ian's arms are usually
wrapped tightly around him. It's like he can't help it. But this time he wanted
the space. So of course Mickey picks up on the fact that they might not be 100%
when Ian's back is turned to him. He is surprised Ian didn’t go to the edge of
the bed completely, or leave all together. Fuck, Mickey really fucked up.
He was just so scared of Ian getting too mad and fucking off that he became
defensive and ended up making shit worse. He’s got the memory of the plate
flying in his direction vividly in his mind.
Now here they were, Mickey had no clue where they stood, even though they had
fucked after the argument Mickey has no idea how they were. But he knew they
weren’t okay. Not really.
“You gonna keep doing it?” Ian asks softly which takes Mickey by surprise he
pauses on the petting. He pulls his hand away and scoots closer to Ian so he
can wrap and arm around him.
“No.”
“Why?”
“What?”
“Why are you quitting?”                       
The fuck kind of question is that? “Ian we just had the biggest fight we've
ever had. What are you talking about? Do you want me to keep doing it?”
Ian sniffs. “I'm just asking why you don’ want to do it anymore. Is that why
you’re quitting? Because we fought and you don’t want to upset me anymore?”
Mickey sighs, his heart rate going up. The last thing he wants is another
disagreement. “Ian I don’t wanna fight.”
“We won't.” Ian reassures though Mickey doesn’t know how much he believes that.
To be honest, yes that’s Mickey's major reason for quitting. Sure seeing Jamie
have another man at gunpoint shocked him back to his senses but loosing Ian had
petrified him more. He however has this inkling that, that’s not the reason his
boyfriend wants to hear. So even though he would rather not tell him this… “I
walked in on something that scared the shit out of me. So as soon as I left I
knew I had to quit and realized I had delayed telling you for long enough.”
There’s silence for a while. Mickey thinks ten minutes go by with him just
caressing a silent Ian's stomach. He wonders if the red head fell back asleep.
He's about to close his eyes when Ian speaks.
“Don’t tell me what it is, I don’t wanna know.” Ian says. “Not right now.”
Mickey nods behind him. “Okay.”
 “So, you wouldn’t have come clean otherwise?”
“I would have. I promise babe I would have. The guilt was killing me ‘cause I
love you so fucking much. I would have but yes, that made me come clean much
sooner than I maybe would have.” Mickey confesses shamefully. God, he hates
himself for the lies and for the lashing out. He wants to take it all back.
Especially the things he said.
Sitting up, Ian picks up boxers from the floor and pulls them on. Mickey sits
up too feeling like his fear of losing his boyfriend is coming to life. “Are…
are we okay?”
“Yeah.” Ian pulls his trousers up before pulling a t-shirt on. “Yes.” He says
when he's done dressing. He then kisses Mickey's cheek and picks up his iPhone
that’s on the night stand. Mickey got it for him. He just stands there and
stares at it for a while.
“Yeah,” Mickey admits. “I bought it with the cash I…” Ian nods wordlessly and
pockets it before opening the door.
“IAN.” Mickey calls out shakily. His breath is unsteady, and the emotion in his
voice makes the redhead stop in his tracks. “It's four fucking AM where are you
going?”
“It's five AM the light’s already…”
“Ian.” Mickey repeats desperately.
Despite what went down, despite the fact that Ian still doesn’t know what
action to take, the look on Mickey's face makes his heart ache. He's scared
that Ian might not come back, he can tell. And he looks like he's about to
break down and Ian can't leave him like this. So with a sigh and with his
clothes still on, he gets back in bed and lies back on the position he was
before. He inhales sharply when Mickey spoons him and wraps an arm around him.
Ian doesn’t know where their relationship stands at the moment. But he knows he
doesn’t want to lose Mickey. So for now he will give him the comfort he's
craving.
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“Are we okay Ian?”
Mickey asks for the second time that day, desperate for an honest answer. Ian
hasn’t left him; he hasn’t broken up with him. They had showered and gotten
dressed and Ian and their mom had talked and laughed this morning. Ian had been
his normal self in their mom’s presence. But as soon as they’d walked out of
the Milkovich home the redhead had gone quiet all the way to school. He looked…
he didn’t look sad but he also wasn’t his normal self. So now Mickey had to
know.
Ian glances at him and gives him a soft smile which confuses Mickey because it
does seem… genuine. “Yeah Mick, we’re good.” And then he's walking away leaving
Mickey standing there in confusion.
They walk towards Dillon, Mandy, Jack and Cade who are standing near the school
entrance laughing it up. Mickey sees Mandy punch Cade in the arm but he can't
tell what that’s about so he takes a deep breath and walks over.
“Mickey Mick!” Dillon hugs him as usual happy to see him.
“You disappeared on us last night and none of you picked up your phones.” Cade
says.
Mickey shrugs when Dillon looks at him with a silent question. “Okay then. Red
what's up?”
Ian smirks and flips him off before throwing his hand around Mandy's shoulders.
“What have you idiots been up to?” he kisses the top of her head and she
giggles.
“Well,” Cade starts. “I do have some left over ganja if you wanna smoke up
before class?” Ian shakes his head no.  “Come on, it's Wilson, and it's
biology. Any other subject he's okay but when he teaches biology it's so
fucking boring.” He groans.  
Ian laughs nodding in agreement. “True, but still no. But after I'm definitely
in.”
Cade pouts before taking a drag then handing the stick to Mickey. The brunette
licks his lips and thumbs his bottom lip. He can't help feeling like this is a
fucking test even though Ian isn’t looking at him. So he shakes his head. “Nah,
I'm easy.”
“What's up with you two? Jesus.” Mandy takes the weed from Cade and the four of
them rotate it among themselves and they’re done by the time the bell rings.
 
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The day progresses as usual. Ian is laughing and talking and he seems normal.
But Mickey knows as soon as they're alone together that might not be the case
and it breaks his heart. He doesn’t understand why Ian would lie to him and
tell him they're fine when they're clearly not. When they're good Ian stands
beside him most of the times. When they're fine Ian would have made fun of him
like twenty times today. When they're fine Ian would throw a glance or two in
his direction. Mickey knows when they're fine, this is not fine.
“Ian let me walk you to work.” Mandy says.
“Thought you wanted me to drive you home?” Dillon frowns at her.
“And now I'm asking Ian. Let’s go.” Mandy takes Ian’s hand pulling away from
the group as they head towards Linda’s store. “So how are ya?” Mandy asks
pulling her bag tighter on her shoulder.
Ian chuckles. “We just spent the whole day together and now you ask me that?”
Mandy just raises an inquiring eyebrow. “Yes, I'm fine.”
“Is your relationship fine?”
“Yeah.” He lies.
“Please, you can barely look at my brother.”
Ian sighs. He feels a surge of something he can't identify go through his
stomach at the memory of the fight. “Mick lied to me about what he was doing
for Jamie then said a bunch of mean shit when we fought about it.”
“And now you’re having a hard time forgiving him for it?”
They take a corner and Ian waits for two people to walk past them before he
continues. “No, it's not that. I've already forgiven him. He apologized a bunch
of times after. Even showed me just how sorry he was.”
Mandy scrunches up her face already knowing what that means. “So what's the
problem?”
“It's just that… those things he said, and they fact that he kept this from me
because he was afraid to tell me,” Ian stops walking to point at his chest with
both hands. “it made me feel, makes me feel like a controlling fucking
boyfriend.”
Mandy looks at him with a confused frown. “How so?”
“All the times I've told him not to do something.”
Mandy scoffs. “Like not rob another liquor store?”
“Yeah!”
“But that was for his own good though.”
Ian sighs in frustration then resumes walking. “He fucking eighteen Mands, he
can't be running shit by me all the time. It's his life, I shouldn’t have a say
at what he does.” He scoffs. “He turned down Cade’s weed this morning because
of me, I just know it.”
“Again, for his own good. He knows you wouldn’t let him go to class stoned.
Same way you wouldn’t let him go to juvie.”
“I know that. But he wanted to do both those things!” Ian shouts then remembers
they're in public so he tones it down. They walk in silence to the store and
Ian only starts talking again when he’s dismissed the girl before him and sat
behind the counter. “He is not a child Mandy. I shouldn’t have to tell him not
to do any of those things. Shouldn’t have had to keep Dillon from him. He kept
this secret from me, hid it from me because he didn’t want me to get upset. It
doesn’t… it's not right. Before, I did it because I love him and I never want
him to get in trouble but now, thinking about it irks me.”
“Ian,”
“He should have been able to be honest with me!” he shouts his eyes getting
watery so he sniffs and calms down. “Straight off the bat, he should have told
me… you know?” Mandy nods in understanding. She then goes behind the counter on
his side and sits on it in front  of him. She takes his hand in hers and
caresses it in what she hopes is comforting. “He didn’t tell me ‘cause he
wanted to do it Mands. He keep his illegal job from me ‘cause he knew I'd stop
him.” Ian explains quietly. “And that’s not sitting well with me.”
They stay in silence for a while. Mandy scratches her nose in thought. “You're
his boyfriend though.” She shrugs and looks at Ian earnestly. “That’s what
couples do, they take care of each other. They stop each other from doing
stupid shit.”
“I just feel like all I've been in our relationship is a controlling asshole.”
Ian looks up at her. “And it pains me Mands. It breaks my heart.”
“You’ve always looked out for Mickey, Ian. Don’t stop now.”
 
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It's a few days later when the feelings Ian had been bottling inside finally
come out. The simple action of turning down cocaine is what makes Ian go off.
Mickey knew they were not okay. It's been a week since the huge fight and the
Ian Mickey knows and loves only shows up around other people. When they're
alone Mickey hangs out with mute Ian. Mute Ian sucks because Mickey doesn’t
know what to do with that. And every time he asks if Ian's okay, the latter
always says he is. So really, it's been a frustrating couple of days and Mickey
had been hoping Ian would just finally blow up so they can get the silent
treatment out of the way.
So on Wednesday of the following week they are all hanging out at Dillon's when
Cade brings over cocaine. Mickey is not going near that shit, and he gives
Mandy a warning glare. But the two cousins go at it as the five of them keep
drinking and listening to music. Mickey had tried it before, years ago and Ian
had been around. But he had promised his boyfriend it wasn’t something he was
going to get used to because Ian didn’t want him becoming an addict. And Mickey
also didn’t want to be some kind of fucking addict so he hasn’t tried it since.
So when at some point Cade offers Mickey the white powder, the latter shakes
both his hand and head vehemently declining the offer.
Ian who's seated on the floor on his left scoffs. “What?” Mickey asks.
“What are you doing?” the red head glares up at him.
“Turning down coke. I don’ fucking want it.”
“Since fucking when?”
Mickey looks at him confused because he knows they both remember the promise he
made. “Ian what's going on?”
Ian scoffs even louder, before clicking his tongue. He gets up and grabs his
shirt that was on the arm of the couch where the other three are just staring
at them. The redhead storms out Mickey right on his heels.
“Ian what the fuck?!” Ian stops and turns to look at him. Or rather in Mickey's
general direction. It hurts however that Ian still won't look at him, hasn’t
really looked at him in days. “Would you at least fucking look at me!”
Ian snaps his eyes towards Mickey and the angry expression on his boyfriend’s
face makes him blink repeatedly. “Why did you turn it down?”
“What the coke? Are you serious?” Mickey doesn’t even know why he would ask
that because Ian looks dead fucking serious right now. “Because I didn’t
fucking want it.”
“And why didn’t you want it?”
Mickey doesn’t know what game they're playing but he goes with it. “Because I
promised my boyfriend…” he trails of when Ian laughs bitterly.
“And there it is.” Mickey scratches the back of his head feeling lost. He's
clearly missing something. “I love you.” Ian says which takes Mickey by
surprise. But he also doesn’t like the way Ian says it almost like he's trying
to convince Mickey. Which makes no sense because he already knows this. “I am
not some controlling fucking boyfriend. I would never fucking do that. That’s
not love!”
“I know. Shit Ian, where is this coming from?”
“You won't do cocaine, because you promised me never to again. You won't smoke
weed before class, because you know it will upset me. You quit being a car
thief because of me. But the fact is, you want to do all this shit. So how
about from now on you do whatever the fuck you want, without putting me into
consideration, huh?” Ian asks and Mickey feels a pull in his chest. He doesn’t
like where this is going. “You don’ have to worry about my stupid, fucking
feelingsanymore. How about that?”
Mickey swallows. He hates that Ian throws his own words at him. “Ian…”
“No, you were right. You wanna continue working for Jamie, fine by me! You're a
grown man Mickey. you can be his hit man for all I care. Or maybe you and
Dillon can go back to robbing liquor stores or fucking banks maybe. It's your
life Mickey. Don’t let me stop you from living your life so please, never feel
obligated to tell me anything ever again.” Ian finishes breathing harshly.
“Are you breaking up with me?” Mickey bites on his bottom lip to keep it from
quivering.
“No.” Ian says and it sounds like he means it. “I'm just done being a
controlling asshole.”
“You don’t control me Ian.”
“I'm not your mother.” Ian continues ignoring his statement. “It's not my job.”
Ouch. “I'm gonna leave now so please don’t follow me. Need some space Mick.”
Mickey watches as Ian walks away and sniffs, hard. Willing for the tears not to
fall. He clenches his fists and makes his nails dig into his palms painfully so
he can ground himself. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. No one in
there has ever seen him cry, today won't be the day. He walks back in clearly
upset and drops back on the recliner grabbing his beer and downing all of it.
“Mickey, you alright?” Dillon asks concerned, using his name correctly for the
first time ever.
“Mind your own fucking business.” He snaps. “Give me that.”
Cade quickly hands him the pen they’ve been using to snort the coke and pushes
the powder towards Mickey.
 
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Turns out the space Ian needed was supposed to be over ten days long. Or
longer. Mickey doesn’t even know since he hasn’t heard from his boyfriend for
ten freaking days. He switched seats with Dillon so his friend is his desk mate
now and Ian doesn’t look at him.
“What did I tell ya Mickey Mick? What’d I tell ya? Huh?”
Mickey knows not confessing to Ian would have been wrong, but right now, at
this moment when he's hurting because Ian won't talk to him, he entertains the
idea that Dillon could be right. Him, Dillon and Cade are walking out of school
grounds on their way to the parking lot.
“I told you not to rock the boat. Now look what happened.”
Mickey groans. “Going for a beer, wanna join?”
“Nah.” Dillon drops the cigarette he was smoking. “Said something to Mandy that
I need to make up for so I'm taking her to this fancy ass hotel.” Cade laughs.
“What? Try dating and we’ll see how you’ll handle fucking  arguments.”
“What’d you say?” Mickey asks lighting up his own cigarette. “She got drunk,
confessed she fucked red’s brother.” Mickey raises a shocked eyebrow his mouth
agape. “Yeah. We fought, talked it out, I realized half the blame was mine so
we came to an understanding. But not before I called her something I'm not
gonna tell you in case you feel the need to punch me.”
Mickey shakes his head. “I'm just surprised she told you.”
Dillon shrugs. “Proly ‘cause she was drunk and felt too guilty. But I forgave
her ‘cause I… you know, the L word, not to mention I started the whole thing.
Pushed her into doing it.” He shrugs again.
Mickey and Cade laugh. “The L word? Can't say it can ya?” Cade asks and they
laugh again.
“Fuck off, both you!” Dillon flips them off before walking away.
Mickey shakes his head again. He's not  surprised Dillon forgave Mandy but he's
definitely surprised his sister came clean.
“I'll do it.” Cade speaks up.
“Do what?”
“Go for that beer with you.”
Mickey shrugs and they walk towards the other boy’s car. Mickey remembers he
still has the car he got into a mild accident with and ended up getting a gun
pointed in his face for. It's at Jamie’s garage fully repaired and good to go
and all his. But he’s gonna leave it there for a long, long while. Or until Ian
gets over this and they’re good again. Because using  it now would just be
asking for trouble and would end up pushing Ian further away than he already
is.
…
A few shots and many beers later Mickey is extremely drunk and emotional. But
at least he's still aware of his environment. Cade didn’t have any shots so
he's relatively sober.
“What's  going on Mickey?”
Mickey sighs his head heavy as he leans back on the leather chair they're
seated at. He looks at Cade seated on the opposite chair of their booth. The
guy pushes his long hair back like he’s always doing. “Why you always push your
hair back when it's just gonna cover your eye again?”
Cade laughs and shakes his head. “I asked first.”
Mickey runs a hand across his much darker hair. He pours himself another beer
emptying the pitcher while Cade gestures for a waiter and asks for a refill.
“My fucking relationship’s not right.”
“Yeah?”
“And it's my fault. Nothing I can do about it though. Even though I love him so
fucking much.”
Cade pours himself a drink from the new pitcher and takes a sip before leaning
on the table with both his elbows.  “What happened? What is it that you did
that deserves the way Ian has been treating you?” He asks clearly enjoying
Mickey momentarily drunk moment of weakness. He decides to answer anyway.
“I lied. I was doing something illegal and kept it from him.”
“Shit. That’s it? Shit is so intense between you two I thought you cheated or
some serious shit like that.”
Mickey frowns at him. “I lied though, and that’s a big deal in a relationship.
You wouldn’t know nothing about that though.”
Cade laughs not in the least bit offended. “He's overreacting.”
“Not really though.” Mickey chews on his lip recalling that dreadful night
weeks ago. “I kinda said some mean things after, and now he thinks he's…” he
sighs again.
Cade slides out of his side of the table and comes to seat on Mickey's side of
the bench so they're next to each other. “I have never been in love but I know
it's complicated. So maybe I shouldn’t judge since I don’t have all the
information.” Mickey nods in agreement looking straight at him. Cade laughs.
“You are so drunk right now.” Mickey chuckles. “How long have y’all been
together anyway?”
“Officially four years.”
“But you started messing around way before that.”
Mickey smiles at the first time they jerked each other off. “Yeah.” Things
seemed way less complicated then.
Cade is caressing the fingers of his left hand, trailing the u-up but it takes
Mickey a while to notice since his mind is stuck in the past. In fact, Mickey
doesn’t notice until Cade asks about the tattoos. “Why this specific words. Why
fuck u-up?”
Mickey looks at the boy looking back at him with one eye. They blink at each
other for a few seconds before Mickey speaks. “’Cause that’s what I'll do to
you if you don’t stop fucking touching me.”
Cade pulls back his hand and raises both in a sign of surrender. “Sorry.
They're just fascinating is all.”
Mickey just shakes his head and goes back to his beer. Fuck, he misses Ian. He
wonders if a day will ever come when he will stop feeling like a part of him is
missing every time they're apart.
 
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“He's a Milkovich though, I'd have been more surprised if he didn’t get himself
involved in any criminal activities. It's good he has you to keep him in line.”
Lip says making Ian groan where he's lying on his bed. “Otherwise his brothers
would have gotten him arrested by now. Didn’t Iggy already do that?”
Ian sits up with a loud exhale. “Yeah. It wasn’t even that he was doing
something illegal. It's that he kept it from me.”
Lip nods lighting up a cigarette while taking a seat on the bottom bunk. “Yeah,
I can understand that. So what's your fucking plan anyway? You gonna leave
him?”
“No.” Ian replies quickly. “Never.”
Lip smirks. “You plan on dying with this boy by your side, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Ian asks for the cig wordlessly and Lip hands it to him. “Even though
he’s such a fucking asshole sometimes.” He inhales deeply. “I love him. Fuck, I
love him so much sometimes it scares me Lip. Mickey's got the power to ruin me.
It's the same for him with me and sometimes I wonder how healthy that is.”
“It's not.” Lip lights up another cigarette. “But co-dependency isn’t that bad
as long as no one takes advantage of the other. Shit, I've never seen any two
people as inseparable as you two. I'm impressed you’ve lasted all this time
without him.”
“I see him daily. It helps. Even though I'm not talking to him I see him every
day and I know he's fine.”
“Man. This is why I can't be in a relationship. There are too many feelings
it's… ugh! How’s Mandy?”
“You stay the fuck away from her!” Ian points at  Lip sternly. "She’s doing
great. She's in a happy relationship don’t you dare come between them.”
“What the fuck Ian, I'm your brother. You're supposed to be on my side?”
“Not this time.”
“Traitor.” Lip chuckles. “But seriously though, this idea you’ve got that
looking out for Mickey is controlling him, that’s bullshit.” Ian just finishes
his cigarette and asks for another. “Now what's Mandy's number.”
“I'm gonna fucking kill you, I swear to God!”
“I repeat, traitor.”
Ian sticks his tongue out at Lip and they laugh. He idly wonders what his
boyfriend is doing right now. Where he is. He misses him so much. Ian finishes
his cigarette and drops back on the bed with a huff. Sometimes he does admire
Lip’s single status. Way less stress. But then again more loneliness and he
wouldn’t get to have the amazing boy that is Mickey in his life so he decides
he would much rather take chance with his relationship.
 
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“Yeah. So he called me a slut and a whore who couldn’t keep it between her legs
to save her life.”
“Harsh.” Ian grimaced lighting up a joint where he was lying on his bed his
feet across Mandy's lap.
“I know. He said he’d heard rumors about me before we hooked up so he wasn’t
surprised I fucked Lip.”
“Demn, that’s terrible Mands.”
She sighs loudly. “Yeah, but we’re good now. He apologized, took me to a four
star hotel and more than made up for it.” She smiles at him gesturing for him
to pass her the joint. “We both fucked up so…”
“You, more than him.”
“Shut up.”
“And you’re sure you’re not gonna do it again?”
“No, never.” Mandy denies sincerely. “I love him Ian.”
“Good.” Ian smiles happy to hear that.                         
Mandy has a really good thing going. And as much as he loves her he also knows
how she can get. He doesn’t want her ruining a good thing. They stay there
smoking and talking for a while before Mandy inevitably brings up Mickey.
“So I saw you walking out of the music class yesterday.”
"Dammit." Ian covers his face to hide his blush. He was hoping no one would
find out about that for a while. “So I like to sing and play the drums when I
got shit on my mind, sue me!”
Mandy laughs. “You gonna talk to him anytime soon? You’re both miserable and
hanging out with any of you is a bust. Fix this Ian.”
“Maybe I'm not the one who needs to fix anything.”
Mandy groans lying beside him. “It doesn’t matter who needs to do what first.
Just fucking fix it already. Our crew isn’t the same.”
“I wish you’d stop calling us that.”
“It's what we are though.”
“Are we?”
“Yeah, we keep to ourselves. We don’t hang out with other people. Well, I do
‘cause I do have female friends after all. But, you get my point.”
“Great. We’re a high school cliché.”
“That we are my dear friend. That. We. Are.”
 
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The following day Ian is on his shift at the store when Cade walks in. “Hey.”
Ian greets surprised. “How did you find this place?”
Cade shrugs and goes round the shelves. He comes back with a six pac and opens
one placing the rest on the counter. “Sup Ian. How’s work?”
Ian shrugs. “Same old. Nothing much happens here.” He leans back crossing his
arms as he watches Cade drink his beer. “You need something?”
“Nah.” The brown haired boy replies with a loud belch before smirking. “Just
wanted to say hi. That’s what friends do, right?”
“Are we?” Ian's asks. “Friends?”
Cade frowns. “If you were trying to hurt my feelings you succeeded.”
“Fine.” Ian grins. “I'm kidding.”
Cade gives him a pleased smile then pushes his hair back. “Thank you.” he moves
out of the way so Ian can tend to a customer. Ian had recently added an extra
stool next to him behind the counter because Mandy is here a lot so Cade takes
it. “You want a beer?” he asks when the old lady leaves.
“I’m working.”
“One.”
“Linda catches me she's gonna have my ass.”
“She won't.” Cade opens a fresh beer for him.
“You don’t even know her.” Ian laughs.
“So you and Mickey still on the outs?”
Ian sighs unhappily. “Yeah.”
“For how long?” Ian gives him a questioning look. “What? It's affecting the
group. Kiss and make up already!”
“It's not that fucking easy.”
Cade scoffs. “So he lied, big deal. He's sorry, is all that matters, right?”
Well, that takes Ian by surprise. “He told you?”
Cade nods with a smile. “We were drinking the other night and he let it slip.
No biggie.”
“Huh.”
“You're not mad…”
“No. Just surprised. He must have been really drunk then.”
“Oh, he was for sure.” Cade laughs and Ian smiles.
“That explains it.” Ian feels sad because he's sure Mickey was drinking like
that because of the shit happening between them right now. He grabs the offered
can then carelessly downs the drink some of it going down his chin. The cold
drink feels nice going down his throat. He belches too once he's done. “That
was nice thank you.”
“No problem. Let me get that for you.” Before Ian knows it Cade’s thumb is on
his chin wiping off the beer.
He roughly pushes away his hand. “Fuck off, I can do it myself.” Ian protests
pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket. “You are such a fucking weirdo
sometimes.”
Cade only laughs before opening two more beers. "So, you guys have been
together forever right? Only been with each other?" 
Ian puts his handkerchief away. "Yeah so?" 
"How can you know how sex is really supposed to be like if you haven't played
the field?" 
"What kind of reasoning is that?" Ian laughs. "What the hell Cade? Sex with him
is the best. It's fucking amazing." 
Cade shrugs with a grin. "I'm just saying, you've only ever been with Mickey.
How can you be convinced the sex you're having is the best you've ever had when
he's the only one you've ever fucked?" 
Ian sips his new beer. "Guess you may be a little bit right but, I don't think
I have to sleep with anybody else. I enjoy sex with Mickey. Like a lot." He
looks at Cade. "I'm content." 
"I envy you both." 
"Thank you." Ian replies with a happy smile. Then he remembers they're still
fighting and just like that he's sad again. 
"It's going to be fine." Cade comforts squeezing his shoulder. 
Ian can only nod hoping the brown haired boy is right. He pushes off Cade's
hand with a deep frown when it lingers for a little too long. 
 
                       _____________
 
“Sarah! OMG you’re finally here!” Avery hugs her cousin tightly. She just
joined the school and she's so excited to share the same classes with her
favorite cousin. “You are just in time. We have a free period before lunch so
let me show you around.”
“Forget the school.” Sarah says pulling away from the hug. “Show me the people.
I wanna know who's who.”
Avery shakes her head with a grin. “Of course you do.”
They start walking down the hall. “Okay so, that’s Fred or Freddy. He's the
school photographer. Definitely has most of the 411. You like that so you
should tots be friends with him. He's in most of our classes.”
“Who is that?” Sarah asks as they head outside.
“That’s, Cayden. He's on the football team and a grade above us.” Avery
explains.
“He's hot.” Sarah muses.
“He's also gay.”
“Dammit.”                 
“Which is too bad since he's sought of a man whore. You could’ve had a shot if
he didn’t swing the other way.”
“Stop.” Sarah says suddenly gesturing ahead with her head. Tell me.”
Avery sighs heavily. Her eyes linger on Mickey for a bit before she starts
talking. “That’s one of the popular groups in school.”
“Who are they?” Sarah asks fascinated. “They're so hot they look like they're
walking in slow motion.”
Avery smiles before nodding in agreement. “That’s Ian Gallagher on the left,
he's on the football team. Rumor has it the coach will tots make him the co-
caption. He's in our class. They all are. Next to him is Mandy Milkovich. She a
bad ass, don’t even fuck with her. And as you can tell by the arm around her
shoulders that’s her boyfriend. Rich bad boy, Dillon Miller. Then…” she trails
off as they both watch Cade push his long hair back making them both salivate.
“there’s the gorgeous tattooed Cade Wright. He's new, just like you.”
“Hot as fuck too.”
“and he’s Dillon's cousin.” Avery licks her lips and gazes at Mickey who's
walking with his hands in his pockets head facing the ground. Fuck, he makes
everything look hot.
Sarah pushes her with her elbow. “Go on.”
“And that’s, bad boy Mickey Milkovich. Boyfriend to Ian Gallagher, best friend
to Dillon and brother to Mandy.” She finishes with a heavy sigh.
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“That thing you just did right now.” Sarah opens her mouth wide scandalously.
“You are not in love with the hot gay Milkovich are you?” Avery avoids her
eyes. She ducks her head stepping aside when the group walks past them and into
the school no doubt heading into the cafeteria. Sarah tilts her head and looks
at her cousin. “Why did the hot redhead who's Mickey’s boyfriend just glare at
you?”
Avery groans. “I only hit on Mickey twice, he needs to get over it.”
Sarah laughs. “Oh. I'm gonna love it here.” Avery rolls her eyes. “Can I go
after Cade? He's so hot.”
“Not if you’re my cousin you can't.” Avery says. “Ian loaths me.”
“I would too if my boyfriend looked like that.” Sarah points at Mickey.
“They were voted best couple two years in a row. If they manage to make up they
might win again this year too.” Avery explains as they head over to the
cafeteria too.
“Make up?” Sarah asks confused.
“Yeah, they're fighting right now. They school always knows when they’re
fighting. Usually they're inseparable so we know when their relationship is on
the rocks.”
“Demn.”
“Yeah.” She laughs. “Our first clue is usually when they switch seats.” They
walk into the cafeteria and join the queue. Avery updates Sarah on the other
popular and not so popular groups scattered around the big space. Avery is not
surprised when the questions lead back to Mickey's crew.
“So they always hang out like that? Five beautiful people just walking around
school?”
“Yeah. It's mostly ‘cause of Mickey though. He's major anti-social. The rest
interact with others but not Mickey. Dillon had his own crew when he joined the
school but they’re not allowed in the group or something. At least that’s what
we assume. Maybe Jack 'cause he was Dillon's bff before Mickey." She points at
the table Jack is seated with the rest of Dillon's followers. "Mickey doesn’t
do people. You're lucky if he even talks to you, he prefers it that way.”
“So he a snub.”
“No!” Avery snaps. “He's just anti-social. He's not a bad guy.”
 She defends as they sit at a table where they have a perfect visual of the
group. Dillon and Mandy are making out, Cade is on his phone seated on the
table instead of the chair like everybody else, while Mickey and Ian are
silently playing with their food. They are such a sad sight. They need to make
up or break up soon. Avery hopes for the latter but it's pointless seeing as
Mickey would never date her and her vagina like Ian so well put it.
“What does the nerd want?” Sarah asks pointing at their table.
“That’s Allan, he's in our class and is very smart.” Avery explains.
"Shocker." Sarah says with a roll of her eyes.
“Ian.” Allan calls and the red head looks up at him curiously though he doesn’t
look like he has the time for it even though usually he's very good to Allan.
And Avery knows he's going to look like that until they stop fighting. “I was
wondering if…”
“What do you want?” Cade interrupts Allan rudely.
“To talk to Ian?” he asks his voice shaky where he sounded confident seconds
before.
“Cade.” Ian tries weakly.
“Get.” Cade tells Allan. Avery looks around the cafeteria but only a few of
them are paying attention to what's going down. “You deaf?” the taller boy asks
when he sees Allan still standing there.
“I just want to ask…”
“I will snap your arm, like a twig.” He threatens and Allan takes off
hurriedly.
Dillon and Mandy are still too busy making out, Mickey doesn’t look like he
even heard what just happened but Ian is glaring at Cade.
“Why?” the redhead asks.
“He needs to know his place, he can't just come over and…”
Ian groans. “That’s my friend you keep treating like shit you fucking asshole.”
“He is?” Cade asks in mock surprise before shrugging. “You should’ve said
something.”
Ian clicks his tongue before standing up. He pushes Cade off the table till the
latter almost falls off. He then stalks off after Allan. That’s when Mickey
frowns at the commotion. Avery is positive he has not clue what just happened
but he immediately glares at Cade.
“The fuck did you do?”
Cade shrugs innocently. “Nothing.”
Sarah inhales deeply beside her. “So, Cade’s a dick.”
“Most of the time.” Avery agrees.
“Still hot though.” They both chorus at the same time before smiling at each
other.
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Mickey, Dillon, Cade and Jack are headed out of the cafeteria when they bump
into Mason. “Yo Mickey! how you been?” Mason asks giving the brunette a bro
hug.
Mickey returns it with a smile. “The fuck are you doing here? Aren’t you
supposed to be in college now or some shit?”
“Yeah. I'm just here to pass on the torch to the new captain. It goes down in
the gym tomorrow so I'm here to see Kramer. You’ll be there right? Seeing as
your boy is making co-captain?”
Mickey thumbs his nose. “That’s just a rumor though.”
“Well, I already know for sure and I'm telling you he is the new co-captain.”
Mickey can feel himself smile proudly. “Yeah, I'll see you there.”
“Cool, nice to see you again. Let’s go.” Dillon says before walking away but
Mason blocks his path. “What's the rush? We’re just catching up here.”
“Yeah, we gotta go. Kramer’s waiting, right?” Mickey speaks up not wanting shit
to get violent. Dillon and Mason didn’t really get along in the past and he
knows things could get nasty real quick.
“Sure Mickey. Just gotta make sure Dillon here knows to respect his elders.”
“Fuck off Mason, I don’ want no trouble.”
Jack steps between Mason and Dillon. “Who’s this, your bodyguard?”
“Shit.” Mickey curses. “Mason, don’t start shit right now come on man.” Mason
shifts his gaze from Jack to Mickey. He steps around them and stands in front
of Mickey instead. Chuckling lightly, he thumbs his bottom lip. “You're a
fucking idiot. The last time you tried to kick my ass I was a freshman. You
sure you wanna try that shit now?” Mickey finishes raising a daring eyebrow.
Mason pushes him once and Mickey extends his left hand halting the others’
movements where they were about to help him.
“Do it again, I fucking dare you.”
Mason lifts his hand to punch Mickey but he doesn’t land the hit. It happens so
fast Mickey doesn’t realize what's going on. One minute there’s a punch headed
his way, next there’s a loud roar and then Ian is on top of Mason punching him
repeatedly. Mickey shakes his head to try and get his bearing before him and
Cade get an angry Ian off the much bigger man on the ground.
“You already got one punch in years ago you dick! Never again!” Ian shouts as
they drag him away from the scene before a teacher walks in on them. It might
ruin his chances of making co-captain and Mickey knows his boyfriend would be
disappointed if that happened. “Should’ve let me fuck him up, he's always
starting shit.” Ian spits on the ground.
“Where the hell did you even come from?” Jack asks and Ian’s demeanor
completely changes as he looks at everyone except Mickey.
“I was watching.” He shrugs.
Mickey knows they're still fighting but it doesn’t mean what happened didn’t
turn him on. Shit, Ian is hot when he's being angry and protective. Not that
Mickey thought the redhead stopped, but he’s happy to know his boyfriend still
cares what happens to him.
“Take a walk with me?” he asks gently.
Ian looks at him and nods before leading the way.
                       _____________
 
They end up at the dug outs of course. Ian sits on the wood and leans on the
face with his hands crossed. “You okay?” he asks eyes on the ground.
“Should be the one asking you that.” Mickey stands in front  of him. “Thanks
for taking down Mason. Don’t know how you did that.” He chuckles. “Must be the
years of football.”
Ian manages a smile. “I guess.”
“Thought you didn’t care what happens to me.” Mickey states quietly.
“Thought so too.” Ian finally looks at him. “Guess I was lying to myself.” He
says with a wider smile that makes Mickey feel like this conversation won't end
badly after all.
He clears his throat. “I don’ wanna fight anymore Ian. It really fucking
sucks.” He says emotionally. “Seeing you and not being able to talk to you or
fucking touch you I... please forgive me so we can move forward.”
“I already forgave you Mick.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
Ian shakes his head his eyes on the other side of the field. “It's just…” he
shrugs. “You really hurt me with those things you said Mick.”
“I know babe. I'm sorry.”
“I know.”
Beat.
“Thing is Ian, contrary to what you may think, you don’t control me.”
“You made me feel like I do.” Ian admits.
“That wasn’t my intention. Fuck, I don’t even know what my fucking intentions
were when I spewed all that fucking bullshit.” Ian cringes from the memory and
Mickey quickly moves on. “I am my own person, babe.” Ian sniffs listening
keenly to him. “Just because you tell me not to get drunk during school hours,
or… not to snort fucking cocaine.” Mickey licks his lips. “I don’t just stop
those things to make you happy.” Ian gives him a skeptical look. “Sure, it's
part of it, but has it ever occurred to you I could just ignore you if I wanted
to?”
Ian hadn’t thought about that.
“This job with Jamie,” Mickey steps closer. “I needed to make the money and I
have more than enough right now. For us. That, is why I did it.” Mickey
explains looking directly at his boyfriend. He shakes his head. “I didn’t tell
you, because I knew you’d have stopped me.” He confesses and Ian raises a
surprised eyebrow. “Yeah. It's  something I'd already set my fucking mind to. I
was going to do it either way. So no Ian, controlling is the last thing you
are. You have never controlled me.”
“Yeah?”
“I could defy you whenever I want. But I don’ want to go to jail either. I don’
wanna become some fucking… drug addict.” Mickey steps even closer so Ian’s
stretched out legs are caged between his own. “I stop, when you ask me to
because you're usually right.” he pulls both of Ian's arms and grabs his hands
squeezing his palms. “I stop, because I know you care.” He lets go of his
boyfriend’s hands to hold both his cheeks and the redhead visibly inhales
sharply. “I stop when you ask me Ian because I don’ want to lose you, ever.” he
says sincerely, his voice so quiet, its barely above a whisper.
“Okay.” Ian whispers his eyes teary.
“So tell me what you want. What do you want Ian, mmm?” Mickey looks straight
into the green eyes. “Do you still want me?”
“I always want you.” Ian replies standing up and grabbing Mickey's waist.
“Always. Never gonna stop wanting you.”
Mickey nods his eyes wet too.
They both move towards each other at the same time and their lips clash
together. Even though he was going for a kiss Ian makes a surprised noise at
the back of his throat the moment their lips touch. He slides his hands up
Mickey's chest. The firm strong chest he's missed so fucking much. He grabs his
boyfriend's shirt and twists it. Mickey shuffles impossibly closer. One hand on
his boyfriend's cheek and the other hand presses possessively against the small
of Ian's back. 
The red head tilts his head a little bit more to deepen the kiss. Just like
every time they do, Ian feels the connection of the kiss throughout his entire
body. 
Suddenly it turns heated and Mickey's kissing him aggressively, hungrily making
Ian's knees go weak so he looses his balance and stumbles backwards. Mickey
grips Ian's hips so tightly he's sure there'll be bruises by the time they're
done. 
 They both moan as their tongues tangle together naturally. They had missed
this too much and neither of them want to stop. 
Mickey finally pulls back breathing heavily. "Fuck." 
"Yeah." Ian concurs biting on his bottom lip.
Mickey caresses his cheek. "I missed you. Please stop being mad at me, I can't
take it anymore." 
Ian nods quickly holding onto the hand on his cheek. "I don't wanna be mad
anymore either." 
Mickey pecks him once more and they just stare at each other, taking each other
in. 
"I love you." Ian whispers. 
"Me too. So fucking much." 
Ian smiles happiness taking over him. "Do you know your lips get really red
when we kiss for too long?" 
"Yeah?" Mickey smirks biting said lips. 
"Yeah. They're so pretty." A strong wind blows and Ian shivers. He hisses and
hugs himself. Mickey begins to shed his unbuttoned hoodie. "What are you
doing?" 
"My boyfriend is cold." 
Ian tilts his head. "We are both guys Mick." 
"I'm aware." Mickey smirks placing the hood on Ian's shoulders and rubbing his
arms. "Better?" 
Ian grins unsuccessfully fighting a blush. "Fine, but only 'cause I'm really
cold." 
Mickey laughs and Ian joins in. The redhead then grabs Mickey and turns him
around so he's leaning on his chest. Wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, he
kisses his neck making Mickey laugh. 
"You're the perfect size for me, you know that?" Mickey laughs again happy to
be feeling this free and elevated again. "This is why you're the little spoon
in bed." 
Mickey shakes his head. "I'm the little spoon because you won't let me be the
big spoon." 
"Only 'cause you're the perfect size for me." 
Mickey hums getting comfortable in his boyfriend's arms. This is where he
belongs. He's glad the fighting is over because this is where he needs to be. 
"I'm very proud of you by the way." 
"What for?" Ian asks swaying them." 
"For making co-captain. I bet you'll be captain before we're even seniors." 
Ian chuckles lightly kissing Mickey on the cheek. "That's just a rumor." 
"C'mon babe, admit its likely." 
"Fine." Ian says. "It's highly possible. But we don't know anything for sure. I
would rather not get my hopes up." 
"Why do you think Mason was at school today?"
"Why?" 
"He'll be announcing the new captain tomorrow. And he confirmed your the new
co-captain." 
Ian pushes Mickey away and the latter faces him with a big smile. "You
serious?" Mickey nods. "Fuck. Really?" 
"Yes, really. So congrats." He says before moving in for another make out
session. 
Ian kisses back whole heartedly and grabs Mickey's ass as they continue to make
out by the fence. This day just keeps getting better and better. 
 
                       _____________
 
       The next day the whole school gathers at the gym so coach can make his
announcement. The school cheers loudly when Mason announces Jesse Wood -
a senior- as the new captain and the former co-captain announces Ian Gallagher
will be taking his place. 
 Ian looks up to where Mickey and everyone else is seated as the coach taps his
shoulder proudly. Mickey nods at him and Ian smiles happily before turning back
to listen to what he's being told. 
Mickey watches the grin on Ian's face and thinks this would be the time to get
all the secrets out of the way. He just got out of the dog house and he doesn't
want to go back there but he is done lying. So risking another fight, when the
assembly is over Mickey grabs his boyfriend by the arm. He guides him toward
the L and they head over to Jamie's garage. 
"What are we doing here?" Ian stops in his tracks when he notices where Mickey
is leading him. 
"I need you to see something." 
Ian looks at his boyfriend warily. "Good or bad?" 
"Depends on how you take it." 
Ian fidgets nervously letting go of Mickey's hand. "Does it have to be today?
Now?" 
Mickey nods vehemently. "Yeah." 
Ian takes a deep breath and shuts his eyes. "Okay. Okay." He repeats. "Let's
go." 
They say hello to Jamie and some other guys as Mickey leads him to the very
back. They head towards a covered car and Mickey stands in front of it chewing
his bottom lip nervously. 
"S... so?"  Ian stammers out. 
Mickey pulls the tarp away and uncovers a black dodge dart compact car. "It
used to be white." Mickey explains. 
"What am I looking at?" 
"It's umm... mine. Ours." 
"I don't get it," Ian starts. "if you were supposed to deliver this why do you
have it?" Mickey goes into details about how he got the car. Ian is staring at
him his mouth slightly open by the time he's done. "So he pulled a gun on
you." 
"Yeah but I was quick to snatch it from him." 
"Then he made you replace it which is when you asked Dillon for help and you
guys stole a similar car so you got to keep this one?" He finishes pointing at
the black vehicle.
"Yes." 
Mickey waits nervously for Ian to say something. Ian clears his throat before
walking around to inspect the car. "Looks brand new." 
"It is. Jamie's guys repaired it." 
When Ian is done looking at the car he comes and stands in front of Mickey. He
takes his hand and squeezes it. Mickey exhales a little bit relieved. "Thank
you for telling me." 
"No more secrets." Mickey says. 
"No more secrets." Ian repeats before turning back to inspect the car. "You
wanna start using it?" 
"Honestly?" 
"Yeah." Ian turns back to look at Mickey. 
"I would really like to keep it. It would definitely make shit easier." Ian
nods in agreement.
"Okay."
"Really?"
"If that's what you want."
"I really like it Ian. And I may have gotten it illegally but I did work... for
it." 
"Okay."
Mickey looks at Ian who is still scrutinizing the vehicle. "You gonna use it?"
Ian looks at him. "I could have Jamie sell it and give me the cash instead if
it's making you..." 
"No, no it's fine. Really. You like the car, keep it. You changed the plates,
the color, you're safe, right?" 
"Totally. Jamie made sure of it." 
"Then it's okay." Mickey is clearly in love with the car Ian is not going to
get in the way of that. "Does it have any fuel now?"
"No, but it can be arranged."
"Okay. Guess we're not taking the L back home." Ian shrugs with a smile.
"Thank you." Mickey says.
"Of course." Ian replies before pulling Mickey in for a kiss.  
Chapter End Notes
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 Mickey parks the car next to Iggy’s outside the Milkovich house. He kills the
engine and stares at Ian's long fingers that are wrapped around his left wrist,
caressing gently. “You gonna spend the night?” he asks quietly.
“Umm…” the hesitation makes Mickey's heart drop but Ian is quick to clear it
up. “Fi called a family meeting.” Ian explains waving around his phone. “So I'm
just gonna eat dinner there, hear what she has to say. But then I'll be back.
Hope that’s okay?”
Mickey nods with a smile pulling his hand away from the gentle grasp so can
caress Ian's cheek and kiss him. “’Course it is. So see you later?”
“Yeah.” Ian kisses him one last time before getting out of the car.
“I could just drop you off?”
“It’s okay. I'll walk.” Ian smiles gently from the open car window. “I'll be
back babe, I promise.”
“Kay.”
Mickey opens the door to; “That is not true ma, he did not help in any way when
he was still in school with us, don’t listen to him!” Mandy yells.
“What?” Iggy shouts incredulously. “You lying… why you think no one ever messed
with you?” he asks looking at Mickey even though he just walked in. “Any of
you?”
“Because we could defend ourselves.” Mandy offers.
“Bullsh… I'm sorry ma.” the blond Milkovich boy is quick to apologise. “They
didn’t mess with you, because I was around.”
“Whatever you need to tell yourself.”
“Enough!” their mother finally speaks up. “Mikhailo, take a seat. Join us for
dinner.”
“Oh, that’s what this is?” Mickey chuckles even as he pulls up a chair between
Iggy and Mandy.
“Where’s Ian?” Mandy asks taking a bite of her potatoes.
“Had to go home but he’ll be back.”
“You two okay?” their mother asks curiously.
“Yeah.” Mickey replies watching his mother warily.
“Don’t look at me like that. You’re my son. I know when the two of you are not
okay. I know you.” she says. “Both of you.” she adds with a smile. “I'm glad
you made up. Life is better for everyone when you’re happy.” she says
offhandedly before taking a bite of her food.
“What?” Mickey asks his mouth full.
Ani shrugs. “What? It’s true. You are both moody and unpleasant when you’re
fighting. It's good for everybody when you’re not.”
“That’s what I said.” Mandy says with a quick nod.
Mickey glances at Iggy who also concurs with a nod. “It’s true. You can't hide
your feelings for shi…ow! Dammit ma, you got quick reflexes.” Iggy rubs his
knuckles glaring at their mother.
Mandy laughs while their mom pushes back from the table with her plate in hand.
She heads to the kitchen, drops it in the sink then walks back towards the
table. “Okay my babies, I am off to bed. Make sure to finish your dinner and
please keep it down? I'm exhausted.” She says with a yawn.
“Goodnight ma.” They all chorus.
“Good. Ignatius, your fridge still stocked with beer?”  Mandy gasps while
Mickey and Iggy stare at their mom, mouths wide in surprise. She sighs with
exasperation both her hands dropping to her sides. “I birthed you,” she points
at all three of them. “I pushed you for hours out of my vagina.” They all
groan. “Then I raised you, each and every single one of you. So I know you even
better than you know yourselves. So try not to be surprised when I find out you
bought a secret fridge, put it in Iggy’s room, which is where you hide all the
alcohol.” She raises a sharp eyebrow. “Yes, I know. I also know it used to be
hidden under Mikhailo’s bed.”  She walks away leaving them to ponder on that
bit of information. “GOODNIGHT!” She yells again making then all snicker
loudly.
“Well shit.” Iggy says.
“Aaron’s dick must be doing a good job of loosening her up if she isn’t mad
about that.”
Mickey throws a potato at Mandy and it smacks her right on her cheek. “Don’t
you ever, put dick and ma in the same sentence ever, again.”
Mandy scowls at him but otherwise doesn’t say anything. She instead opts to
chew carelessly with her mouth open making Mickey flips her off with a grimace.
 
    * ●●●••••●●●●
 
When Ian finally shows up Mickey is asleep. He only comes to when he feels the
bed deep and Ian lift the covers. “What took you so fucking long?” he asks
softly, sleepy.
“Fi got a promotion.” Ian explains settling in. He rubs his cold legs against
Mickey's warm ones. “It's a great office job with benefits and all that other
shit. So we were celebrating.”
“Okay, good for her.”
“Yeah, if she doesn’t screw it up.”
“Mmm.” Mickey hums pushing back against Ian so there's no space between them.
Speaking of, Ian should have wrapped his hands around him by now. He does it as
soon as they're in bed together. Like a damn reflex, so why hasn’t he yet?
“Okay,” Mickey says. “Let’s go to sleep.”
“Okay.” Ian says and Mickey feels movement.
He waits for the arm but it still doesn’t come. Okay, there is no way he will
get any sleep if Ian doesn’t hold him. He is not saying he's one of those guys
who are addicted to spooning, but he is one of those guys addicted to spooning.
Especially when your boyfriend has perfect long arms and a soft body that makes
Mickey feel more content that he ever will otherwise. Mickey gives it a few
minutes but still nothing. He pushes his ass back experimentally.
“Ian?”
“Yeah babe?”
Ian knows Mickey is waiting for his hold, and is fucking with him on purpose.
He decides to let it go on for a while longer, not bothering to hide his wide
grin since Mickey can't see it in the dark.
Mickey licks his lips and clears his throat. “You umm… you asleep?”
‘No.” he replies as his grin grows wider threatening to turn into a giggle.
He's so grateful Mickey can't see him.
Mickey really wants to be held. He's missed it dammit. So he mumbles, “Fuck
it.” Before grabbing his boyfriend’s hand and putting it around his waist. Ian
chuckles and kisses Mickey's neck. “Asshole.” The brunette insults the moment
he realizes he's been played.
“I love you.” Ian whispers amidst his laughter.
“Fuck you.”
 
    * ●●●••••●●●●
 
Ian wakes up with a morning wood so hard it was borderline painful. “Shit.”
He curses squeezing it a little bit. It has definitely been a while since they
last had sex and his body is reacting knowing Mickey is within reach. Speaking
of, where is he?  Ian pats his boyfriend’s side of the bed even though he can
clearly see he's not there. It's when he hears a loud sizzling and instantly
knows Mickey is making breakfast. Slowly getting off the bed, Ian walks towards
the closet. He takes off his underwear and pulls on his sweats wanting to feel
free due to his hard on. With a loud yawn he goes to brush his teeth before
heading towards the kitchen.
Ian walks in to find Mickey whistling happily immersed in his cooking. He licks
his lips and takes in his boyfriend’s beautiful firm body. From his black bed
hair, to his firm shoulders, firm back and that sweet, sweet bubbly ass that is
now being accentuated by the grey boxers. Ian just wants to squeeze both full
cheeks in his hands.  He swallows and walks even closer. Mickey flinches in
surprise when Ian lands his hands on his hips.
“Shit. Thought you were sleeping.”
“Yeah?” Ian pecks his neck and Mickey exhales his shoulders sagging as the
tension ebbs away.
“Yeah. Wanted to bring you breakfast in bed in all of that shit.”
“Dammit. Wish I knew, I never would have left that bed.”
Mickey moans when Ian presses his hips flash against his ass. He can feel how
hard Ian is and it in turn gives him a half chub. Ian keeps peppering kisses in
his neck but then moment his hand slips inside Mickey's boxers the latter lets
out a whimper before turning off the gas. Fuck it, he's made enough already.
Turning around in his boyfriend’s arms, Mickey wraps his arms around Ian's
neck.
“Morning.”
“Morning babe. Missed you. Missed this.”
“Ditto.”
Mickey replies before clashing their lips together. Unlike other times though,
the kiss doesn’t last long because Ian pulls away. He loves kissing Mickey but
not now. That’s not what Ian wants now. He grabs Mickey by the waist and
carries him a little towards the left where there's more space on the counter.
Mickey grins happily allowing Ian to move him. Then Ian is pecking him before
he starts working the brunette’s throat, tongue soft and fingers curling
through Mickey's soft hair. He pulls on it a little bit and Mickey moans.
Ian releases Mickey but continues to kiss and mark his neck. The shorter man
lifts his hips when Ian reaches for his underwear pulling it off of him and
dropping it on the floor. Mickey throws his leg over Ian's shoulder when the
redhead finally takes his cock into his warm mouth. It's hot and wet; best way
to start the day in Mickey's opinion.
“Fuck Ian.” Mickey groans both his hands reaching sideways to grip the edge of
the counter. “Shiiiit.” He is so fucking grateful no one is home right now
because he would hate to have to stop this for any reason because it feels so
good to have Ian on him again after what seems like eternity.  
Ian continues to work him into his throat. Mickey’s left hand curls into the
red hair. It feels so good. It's too much and not enough. Fuck. He's not ready
to come yet, but after so long without sex Mickey knows he's fighting a losing
battle. He shuts his eyes and feels like his entire body is vibrating from the
redhead’s ministrations. Ian grabs his thighs and pushes his legs wider apart.
Mickey lets out a soft exhale when Ian bites not so gently on his inner thigh.
Hard enough it makes Mickey wince but he doesn’t want him to stop. In fact Ian
should never stop. “Love you baby, so much.” He whispers when Ian licks over
his balls.
Ian doesn’t reply but instead stands up straight to kiss Mickey as his hand
reaches behind him and into the cupboard. Mickey opens his eyes long enough to
see Ian pour some olive oil onto his fingers before putting his hand between
his legs and pushing a slicked up finger past Mickey's hole. They have a
perfect supply of lube in the bedroom but Mickey figures just like him Ian
doesn’t want to stop. So instead the redhead works him open, stretching him
ruthlessly at the same time sucking him off. He can feel himself leaking in
Ian's mouth. It feels so good when Ian hums around his dick Mickey's breath
stutters.
“Shit. Feels so good.” Mickey moans. “Gonna make me come.” His hands are
clutching the counter so hard it hurts. “You have to stop.”
Ian smirks and pulls off his dick with a loud, wet dirty noise. His lips are so
red and wet and so fucking kissable. Mickey feels the three fingers that were
inside him pull away. Ian puts Mickey's leg on his shoulder and his whole body
shivers when Ian pulls his sweats low enough to free his straining cock before
slamming inside Mickey.
“Fuuuuuck!” Ian exclaims as soon as he's buried inside Mickey's tightness. It
baffles him every time he's able to last weeks without being inside Mickey
because it feels so fucking good. Jesus.  
Mickey is panting loudly, his mouth open as Ian starts fucking into him with
intent. “Yeah, yes! So fucking good babe. Come on!” Mickey shouts.
Not that Ian needs to be encouraged since he already knows how Mickey likes it.
Good and fucking hard. He makes Mickey leak profusely against his stomach. Or
at least that’s how it feels like. Ian keeps pounding into him and they're so
loud just like they usually are. It's so hot Mickey doesn’t know how he's
lasted this fucking long without coming.
“Look at you.” Ian says breathlessly. “So good for me.” His hips start to lose
rhythm and he fucks into Mickey harder, faster. And the moment he touches
Mickey the latter comes hard on his stomach and Ian's hand.
“Ian.”
“Yes.” Ian removes the leg on his shoulder to grab Mickey's shoulders his lips
on Mickey's neck as he fucks into him a few more times before pressing in hard.
He shakes as he lets go, coming hard inside his boyfriend.
Mickey rubs Ian's back as he rides through the pleasure. The red head licks on
a mark he made on Mickey's neck as he calms down from his high. They stay there
for a few seconds catching their breaths before Ian finally pulls out. Mickey
pouts from the loss already ready for round two. He wants it at least twice
today. Or more.
“That was fucking great.” Mickey breathes. “Now carry me to the fucking
shower.”
Ian nods once before scooping him off the counter and heading towards the
bathroom. “I was kidding you fucking idiot!” Mickey yelps followed by a
chuckle.
“I don’t mind.” Ian says placing him down on the bathroom tiles. “Start the
shower. I'll grab a towel.”
After they're done Ian helps him shave as they talk about everything and
nothing. “Fuck I missed you.” Ian says. “Promise me something.”
“What's that?” Mickey smiles as Ian wipes his chin and cheeks carefully.
“Promise me we won't fight for a while.”
“Okay.”
“I want us to be good like we used to. It sucks not being able to…”
“I know.” Mickey interrupts. “I don’ like it when we fight either. It's the
worst fucking thing man.”
“Good.” Ian pecks him on the cheek. “Let’s get to school. We’ve got a friendly
game with this North side school and I am feeling good!”
Mickey laughs, following his boyfriend fully naked since the fucker decided to
keep the towel for himself. “You feeling lucky?”
“Are you kidding? With my morning this good? We will kick their asses.” Ian
says confidently. “I will kick their asses.”
Mickey likes cocky Ian. “I will let you fuck me in school if you win.” He
shrugs. “For old times’ sake.”
Ian chews on his bottom lip looking at his naked boyfriend up and down. “You
got it.” He doesn’t recognize his own voice when he says it but with that kind
of incentive he's more determined than ever.
 
    * ●●●••••●●●●
 
Ian scores the most touchdowns and watching from the bleachers Mickey has never
seen coach so fucking proud. “That’s it Gallagher! I knew I made the right
decision!” is what he keeps shouting over and over.
Mickey, Lip, Mandy, Dillon and Cade are beside themselves in the bleachers
watching Ian score over and over and Mickey has to say it's sexy as all fuck.
The North side school only scores four times. Their school whoops their asses
and it's the best game Mickey has ever watched since Ian made the team. Maybe
he needs to promise semi-public sex more often.
When the game ends Ian salutes him with a wink and Mickey blushes heavily when
several people turn to look at him. Damn Ian, always making people give him
unwanted attention. He gets up from the bleachers and heads back into the
school building needing to pee. He had held it in for long enough. By the time
he leaves the bathroom the student body is back in the school building and the
hallway is chaos once again. Mickey walks towards where Dillon and Cade are
talking by Dillon's locker.
“Sup dicks?” He grins punching Dillon playfully. The latter flips him off and
he laughs.
Mickey is about to say something when everyone starts clapping and cheering. He
turns his head to find Ian and his team walking into the building rocking their
blue jerseys. Everyone keeps congratulating Ian and clapping him in the back.
Ian smiles at them and thanks them. They start chanting his name and Ian bows,
his hands apart which get a few giggles out of the girls and more cheering from
the guys. When he gets to where Mickey is he stops and so does the rest of the
team.
Mickey swallows nervously knowing every eye is on them. He doesn’t wonder for
too long what his boyfriend is thinking because the redhead pulls him in by the
scarf on his neck – that he had to wear because of all the hickies Ian left
there this morning- and kisses him hard, and intense right there in front  of
every fucking body. The cheering grows louder but Mickey has no time to be
embarrassed since he's too gone on the kiss just like he always is. Too soon
Ian is pulling away and they continue walking down the hallway receiving the
praise being thrown their way.
Mickey is left standing there his lips tingling while Dillon and Cade stare at
him. “What?” he snaps.
“Nothing.” they both mumble before looking away.
 
    * ●●●••••●●●●
 
“I should kick your fucking ass right now.” Mickey threatens even as he undoes
Ian's belt.
“Yeah? Why’s that?” Ian asks hissing when Mickey latches onto his neck.
They are in the empty music room by the corner near the door. It's just the
many instruments around so it's Mickey's turn to keep his end of the deal. “For
putting me in the limelight like that.” Mickey replies turning around and
facing the wall his naked ass on display.
“Was still high off my victory and all I wanted was to kiss you babe, couldn’t
help myself. Sorry.” Ian apologises cupping Mickey cheeks.
“It's okay, just get in me.” Ian pats his pockets for lube. “No need. All ready
for ya.”
“Shit really?” Ian asks putting a finger inside Mickey and touching something.
“Is that… shit babe. Is that a butt plug?”
Mickey smirks pushing his ass into Ian's hands to the plug brushes his sweet
spot. “I promised didn’t I?”
“Shit.” Ian repeats before pulling out the toy. “When did you even get this
thing?” he puts it in his pocket before lining up. He pushes in and Mickey
cries out. “Fuck Ian, yes.”
Mickey loves how Ian's dicks curves slightly making him lose his breath every
time it's inside him. He never really stands a chance every time they fuck. He
pants loudly when Ian starts moving. Both of Mickey's hands are on the wall and
Ian slots his fingers between Mickey's left hand as he continues to pleasure
them. Mickey looks at their entwined hands and moans fucking back onto Ian's
cock, meeting him thrust for thrust.
The redhead grabs his cheek with the other hand and pulls Mickey in for an
awkward kiss. It's soft and his tongue silences the moans that are trying to
escape Mickey. The brunette jerks himself off as he keeps their mouths pressed
tightly together. He shudders through his orgasm when he comes making a mess of
the wall and his hand. It's perfect and he feels so good. Ian just drives into
him deeper and Mickey can feel the girth inside him twitching like he's ready
to blow.
He circles his hips slowly while still buried deep inside Mickey. “Mick.” Ian
groans as he does one more time before filling Mickey up for the second time
that day. “Jesus baby, that was…” he trails off kissing Mickey one more time
when turns around pulling up his jeans.
“Congrats on winning the game.”
Ian smiles bending to plant a chaste kiss on his lips. “Thanks babe.”
They finish dressing and walk out just as two students are about to open the
door. They duck their heads and hightail out of there.
 
    * ●●●••••●●●●
 
Ian and Mickey walk into class even though everyone knows there’s too much
excitement to learn. This always happens after an intense sport. The teachers
don’t even bother teaching because the students’ hearts and minds are never in
it. People are seated on their lockers, the class is disorganized, everyone
just chatting it up. Mickey walks in first with Ian right behind him. It’s only
after they sit that they realize there's a commotion going down at the back of
the room.
“What? You think just because you’re rich you can treat people like shit? Well
news flash, I'm rich too dickward!” Charles shouts getting everyone’s
attention.
“What the fuck’s your problem? I have no interest in your girlfriend, I got my
own.” Dillon snaps back before chuckling. “Why would I want the school slut
anyway?”
“What the hell?” Ian mumbles beside Mickey who stands up and walks towards
what's no doubt about to turn into a fight.
Charles laughs but there's no humor in it. “You serious? You sure you want me
to answer that?” Mandy inhales sharply next to Ian. The redhead turns to look
at her. He hadn’t even noticed she was there. “That’s your type, right, school
sluts?”
“Charles…” Dillon warns.
“What? Everyone knows you're dating the school whor… mmm!” he shouts when
Mickey pushes Dillon aside so he can land a punch on Charles’ face.
“The fuck did you say about my sister bitch?” Mickey spits. “Say it again!” he
pushes Charles hard against the wall. “If cutting off your fucking ponytail
wasn’t enough we could always try a body part. I'm down for that.”
Charles spits blood before looking right at Mandy. “WHORE!”
It goes to shit after that. No one can pull an angry Mickey off of Charles as
the two roll around on the floor. Ian, Dillon and Cade try to separate them but
they are undeterred. Mickey grabs Charles’s by his shirt and head buts him. The
other boy starts bleeding profusely and Ian uses all the strength he has to
grab Mickey by his waist and drag him off their classmate. Stupid Charles never
knows how to pick his fucking battles. Stupid.
Ian has just gotten his boyfriend to calm down when an angry Kramer walks in.
“What's going on in here?!”
“Nothing.” it's a chorus from half the class.
“We have a bleeding student. Doesn’t seem like nothing to me.” Mrs. Kramer says
helping Charles off the floor. “Which one of you did this?!” she looks around
and Ian gestures for Mickey to hide his bruised hands. “Huh?” Kramer asks again
angrily. “This is an automatic expulsion to two ways about it.”
Ian and Mandy exchange a worried look.
 “I do not, and will not tolerate violence in my school. Show me your hands.
All of you!” Kramer shouts.
Ian's heart starts to beat fast, he's so scared Mickey is about to be expelled.
Shit he has been so good and now he's going to be kicked out because of fucking
Charles. Shit, shit, shit.
Ian sees Cade go behind them. He watches as the brown haired boy starts
dragging the back of his hand against a hole on the wall till he starts to
bleed. “What the fuck are you doing?” he whispers. He checks as Kramer goes
around checking all the boys’ hands. She is so close to him and Mickey. Shit,
it's over.
It's fucking over.
“Ian Gallagher hands.” Kramer commands. Ian hesitates to buy some time.
“Hands!”
Mickey watches as Kramer walks closer and he can't believe this is the end. How
did everything go wrong so fast?
“Miller.” Kramer continues to inspect. Mickey is next after Dillon and he shuts
his eyes preparing himself for the end at this school. Maybe he can convince
her to let him stay? Why does he have such a bad fucking temper? Jesus!
“Milkovich, hands.” Kramer says.
“I did it.”
Kramer poses where she's extending her hands towards Mickey to look at Cade who
still standing next to the wall. “Wright. You did this?”
“Yes ma’am. He pissed me off.”
Kramer looks at Charles’ busted up face one more time before turning back to
Cade. “Hands.” Cade walks forward and shows the principal the back of his
hands. Sure enough the right one is bloody at the knuckles. Mrs. Kramer takes a
deep breath. “I understand you just joined us,” she starts. “but unfortunately,
I'm gonna have to expel you for this.”
She looks at Charles again and visibly winces. Ian has to admit their classmate
does look really bad. He can understand why Kramer would settle for this
decision. But he is more shocked that Cade is taking the fall for Mickey.
“William, go to the nurse. Wright, come with me.” Kramer starts walking out of
the class.
Cade looks at Mickey and nods before following the principal outside.
“Fuck.” Dillon curses hands on his knees as soon as it's just the students
again. “Fuck.”
Mickey can’t move, seemingly frozen in place. He glances at Ian who is also
still in shock. He pulls his eyes away from Mickey to look at Dillon. “Why did
he do that?” he asks. “It's a fucking expulsion Dillon, why would he take the
fall?”
Dillon shakes his head. “I… shit. I'm just as surprised as you are. It's…
fuck.” Dillon curses again. Mandy comes next to him and hugs him.
Ian wants to be grateful to Cade but this is really fucking weird, right? They
met just a few months ago. They’ve not known each other for long enough to do
something like this. “Mick.”
“I know.” Mickey finally speaks. “I don’ get it either.”
They all stand there completely stunned by what just happened. It doesn’t help
that even Dillon who's supposed to know Cade the most is completely surprised,
like what his cousin just did is completely out of character.
It leaves Ian feeling queasy and uneasy.
 
    * ●●●••••●●●●
 
Ian makes Mickey go home just in case. He doesn’t want him to be around when
things are still so fucking weird. Ian, Dillon and Mandy are just outside the
school waiting for Cade to come out. It seems like it's taking forever and Ian
is so fucking nervous his hands can't stop sweating. He exhales in relief when
the tattooed boy finally walks out of the school and towards them.
“Well, I'm definitely expelled.” He shrugs.
“Cade,” Ian starts. “What you did…”
Cade waves him off. “It's fine. Don’t  even stress about it.”
“Are you serious? You just took the fall for Mickey knowing he was about to be
fucking expelled. As in kicked out of the fucking school. For good.” Ian
emphasizes running an unsteady hand through his hair. “Shit. Why?”
Cade shrugs again drawing patterns on the ground with his foot. “You guys have
been so good to me, you know.” he pushes his hair back. “Most people think I'm
a fucking asshole. Which okay, I can be sometimes. But you accepted me into
your fold. Embraced me.” He looks at Ian earnestly. “Was the least I could do.”
He shrugs once more.
“It's expulsion though Cade.” Dillon says.
“I know. Dad will just get me into another school. No biggie.”
“Your dad is a grade A fucking asshole Cade. Stop trying to simplify how he
will react to this.”
“Dammit Cade.” it's Mandy who talks this time. “I'm glad you saved my brother
but shit. What you did is not a small thing.”
“I know.” Cade says again. “I feel like weed. Let’s go by the bleachers?”
“Sure.” Ian quickly nods and leads the way.
    *   ••●
After about an hour of smoking they're loose and all the tension is gone.
They’re laughing again and Ian keeps thanking Cade after every few minutes.
Things are back to normal again and maybe it's the weed but what Cade did
starts to seem less weird and more like something one friend would do for
another.
They're laughing at something Mandy just said when someone stands in front of
them. It's one of the guys Ian recognizes from the other team –even though he’d
been on the bench the entire game. Ian sits up where he was laying on a bench.
“Hi.”
“Hello.” The guy greets with a nervous smile.
“Everything alright?” Ian asks politely standing up.
“Umm, great game.” The guy compliments.
“Thank you.” Ian says still not sure what the dude wants.
The stranger stretches out his hand and Ian takes it so they're shaking hands.
“You were the shit out there. So good.” He compliments while biting his lower
lip and blatantly checking Ian out. “I'm Casper, Casper Duncan.” He introduces
with a shy smile making Ian pull away his hand.
“And I have a boyfriend.”
“Oh!” Casper exclaims. “Of course you do! I… shit. I'm so sorry. My bad.” He
says in one breath his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I'm sorry.”
“Don’ worry about it, is cool.” Ian reassures.
Casper looks behind Ian. He gestures at Cade nervously since it's clear from
Mandy's head on Dillon's lap they're together. “Sorry.” He repeats directing it
at Cade this time. “I didn’t think and I should have.” He then takes off in a
hurry before Ian can correct him.
Dillon snorts before laughing. “Shit that was intense.”
Mandy laughs. “I think it was hilarious. He's adorable. Too bad you’re dating
my brother.”
“Ha ha.” Ian replies before lying back down on the bench and grabbing the
cigarette on Cade’s lips.
 
    * ●●●••••●●●●
 
 
Mandy is leaving her discussion group heading home by herself. She fucking
hated studying so much. She can't wait to be done with high school. Education
sucks ass. She walks lazily kicking all the stones on her path thinking about
how to spend this weekend when she notices the guy in front  of her is limping
and he seems to be holding onto his stomach.
She runs ahead to catch up to him and is surprised to see it's a familiar face.
“Hey! It's Casper, right? Casper Duncan?” Casper starts walking away faster but
he doesn’t succeed. He seems to be in pain. “Shit, what the fuck happened to
your face?” it's all mangled, almost looks like Charles did not too many hours
ago. Casper doesn’t look like one eye is even working.
 “I was just leaving. I swear!” Casper shouts. “I… I apologized and I'm
leaving.” He tries to walk away but Mandy stands in his path.
“What, happened, to you?” she annunciates. “And why the fuck are you scared of
me?” he avoids her eyes as a tear runs down his face. “What happened Casper?”
Mandy repeats quietly her heart thudding against her chest. She has an inkling
she won't be happy with the answer.
Casper sniffs. “I apologized but I guess it wasn’t good enough.”
“What do you mean?”
“I know this is the Southside and I still tried that shit. It's my fault, I
should’ve been more careful. But I'm leaving.”
Mandy sighs confused. “Are you talking about hitting on Ian?”
“That the redhead?”
“Yeah.”
“Then yes.” Casper nods. “His boyfriend hunted me down,” he winces grabbing
onto his stomach.  Mandy glances at it before looking back at Casper’s black
and blue face. “and beat me up.” he explains pointing at his face.
“Mickey, did this to you?” Mandy feels like she has never been more confused in
her life. Her brother may be the jealous type but he wasn’t even fucking there.
“That his name? Don’ matter, I gotta go.” he tries to get around her but she
blocks his path again.
“How did he look like? Ian's boyfriend?” something prompts Mandy to ask.
Casper glares at her with his one good eye. “Are you shitting me?”
“C’mon, humor me.”
“He was sited right there! Glaring at me when I hit on Ian. The tall one, with
the tattoo?” Casper finishes pointing at his arm where Cade’s tattoo is.
“Oh!” Mandy's heart skips a beat and she swallows. “Umm… have a great evening.
I'm sorry about your face.” She says. “Sorry you got beat up.”
“Whatever.” Casper says and she gets out of his way.
Mandy watches Casper limp away while she stands there frozen, confused and
rendered speechless.
***** Chapter 33 *****
Chapter Notes
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Mickey, Ian and Dillon are lying in the grass smoking a blunt since they only
have one more lesson before heading home. 
"So did Cade already get enrolled to a new school?" Ian asks Dillon who has his
eyes shut basking in his high. 
"Nah." He licks his lips and opens one eye to look at Ian. "He said something
about not going back? I wasn't sure." 
"How can he not go back? It's fucking high school." 
Dillon shrugs. "You ever heard of all those kids whose parents are so rich,
they get what they want except their parent's time?" Ian nods. "Or love?"
Dillon adds. "Well, that's Cade. Ever since his mom died his father became
this... I don' even know man. So he basically doesn't care what his son does
anymore." 
"That sucks." Ian thinks about his dead beat parents who still manage to love
them in their own way, even when they put drugs first. 
Dillon sighs watching Mandy who's running towards them. "You can ask him all
about it. He invited us to his place tonight." 
"What the fuck's up with her?" Mickey leans on his elbows to frown at his
clearly worked up sister. 
Mandy stops in front of them, hands on her knees trying to catch her breath.
"Did you guys hear?" 
They all stare at her curiously, waiting but she just blinks at them waiting
too. Ian rolls his eyes. "Hear what?" 
"Charles is in the hospital!" 
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Mickey let's out his voice shaky and Ian immediately grabs his
wrist squeezing it. 
"Mandy, what's..." Ian breathes standing up. "Is it because of Mickey?" He
knows Mickey will never forgive himself if he's the one who landed Charles in
hospital. Or he would be worried Ian would never forgive him. 
Mandy shakes her head fervently. "No, no it wasn't you." she points at Mickey
who is forced to stand up too since Ian doesn't let go of his hand. "It's
really fucking weird." She frowns. "He got mugged last night on his way home.
Got banged up pretty bad. Took a baseball bat to the head!" 
"Shit." Ian curses letting go of Mickey to run a hand across his hair. 
"Yeah." Mandy concurs. "Got a broken rib too and everything." 
"He's south side." Dillon says standing up too. "Who would rob him? Did this
actually come from him?" 
"Yeah." 
Mickey shrugs lighting up another joint. Needing it to calm the relief coursing
through him. "Maybe he really got fucking mugged." 
"Maybe," Ian and Dillon chorus. 
Mandy stares at them incredulously. "That's it? Maybe he got mugged? It's
fucking Charles! Everybody knows who the fuck he is. This wasn't..." She
exhales. 
"Then what do you think happened?" Ian asks his best friend, sitting down again
next to Mickey. 
Mandy fidgets uncomfortably. "I don't know." She mumbles with a shrug. "Could
be... I don' know. It's just pretty fucking weird, alright?" 
"So?" Mickey asks her. "It's none of our fucking business. He's already in the
fucking hospital there's nothing we can do about it." 
Dillon pulls her towards him sensing she's distraught. "It's okay babe, it's
fine. He called you a slut and whore anyway. Maybe this was the universe
getting revenge." 
Mandy scoffs in her boyfriend's arms. "That's not the fucking point." 
"What is?" Dillon tilts her chin to look at her. "You're wound up too tight.
We're going to Cade's tonight. Might do you good." 
"What? We're still hanging out with him?" Three pairs of eyes turn to frown at
her. Shit. She didn't tell them about Casper and hasn't told them she suspects
Charles is a victim of Cade's violence too. She clears her throat. "Never
mind." 
"The fuck do you have against Cade all of a sudden?" Mickey scowls at her.
"Dude saved my ass. If anything you should fucking like him more or some
shit." 
Mandy just shakes her head. "Just pass me that shit." She sure as hell needs
it. 
The four of them lay there passing time as the day grows older. 
"I'm thinking of joining the swim team." Ian says suddenly. 
"Like fuck you are." 
Ian pokes Mickey's firm stomach. "Why not!" 
Mickey kneels and hovers over Ian so they're face to face. Ian smirks which
turns into a frown when his boyfriend whispers, "You join the swim team," he
pauses for effect. "and we are never fucking face to face, ever again." Mickey
threatens knowing it's Ian favorite position. 
The redhead pouts. "But why?" He puts his hand under Mickey's shirt and
caresses the bare skin. 
Mickey slaps the hand away. "Stop that." Ian smirks harder. 
"I wanna join the swim team." the pouting continues.
"Not with those marks on your back you don't." 
"I like the marks you leave on my back." 
Mickey drops down next to Ian and turns his head to look at his boyfriend. "I
do too." 
"So what's the..."
"Ian you are not parading what we get up to, to the whole fucking school!" 
"It's a sign of our love though." Ian insists with a pleased smile that Mickey
finds himself returning. 
"A sign we're keeping to ourselves so find another fucking sport." 
"What are you two mumbling about?" Mandy interrupts. "So Ian, what's the
verdict? Think I wanna join too. Be a part of something." 
"Din' even know we had a pool." Dillon mumbles stabbing out his cigarette. 
"Join by yourself. Ian isn't." Mickey snaps. 
"You don't speak for him." Mandy throws a pebble at her brother. 
"Sure i do." Mickey smirks at her and she flips him off. 
"Jesus. Is the day over yet? I wanna get drunk." Ian says sitting up and
resting his elbows on his knees. "Can't we just ditch the last class? Mrs. P is
like ten months pregnant, she won't care." 
"Well then." Dillon gets up wiping off his jeans. "If Mr. I always follow the
rules says we ditch, that's what we'll do."
"Dillon." 
"Sup red." 
Ian gets up too. "I don' know what gave you this idea that I am mother fucking
Teresa, but you are wrong about me." 
"Oh, i know." 
"Then why are you always..." 
Mickey and Mandy can't hear the two boys anymore the further away they get. 
"He is so not a good boy." Mickey points out letting his sister help him up.
Mandy laughs. "He's not bad either." 
 
                            •×•×•×•×•
 
At Cade's Mandy watches him still skeptical. She knows in her heart he's the
one who beat up Charles. She just knows it. Cade is not a good guy and he must
have an agenda. She just hasn't figured out what it is yet. 
Why did Cade save Mickey? Why did he beat up Casper when it was none of his
business? All she has is questions and more questions. And she decides she
won't leave this place without answers. So she waits until Cade is done taking
a selfie with Ian and Mickey before speaking up. 
"Hey Cade," he looks up at her with one of his beautiful smiles. Fuck he's
gorgeous, why did he have to be so... "If I wanted to take a shower real quick,
which bathroom would I use?" 
Cade walks towards her and bows, offering his hand. "M'lady." Mandy snorts
despite her feelings about him and allows him to take her hand. 
“I got you.” Cade tells her guiding her upstairs. “Okay so we have three
bathrooms up here. You can use the one you want.” He explains. “I'm just
gonna…” Mandy pushes him against the wall roughly. “Whoa, whoa, whoa Mandy what
the hell?” Cade stares at her surprised. “Dillon’s my boy I can't…”
“Shut up.” Mandy commands so he does. “We need to talk.”
“Okay.” Cade puts down his hands and straightens his t-shirt. “What's up?”
Mandy crosses her arms and looks him straight in the eye. “Why did you beat up
Casper?”
“Who?” Cade asks looking genuinely confused which makes Mandy’s confidence
diminish some.
“Casper Duncan. You know, the guy who hit on Ian the other day, after the
game?”
Cade’s frown deepens. “No one was supposed to know about that.”
Mandy tilts her head her confidence back, now that she knows she's right. “Yeah
I gathered. Why the fuck did you do it?”
Cade licks his lips and looks behind Mandy at the others who are still laughing
and drinking downstairs.
“You damaged his face pretty bad Cade, and I wanna know why.”
“I… I found him talking to his team mates. Gloating.”
“Bout what?” Mandy asks doubtfully.
“About… he said... he was boasting about how he fucked Ian. It was disgusting
so I put him in his fucking place.”
Mandy blinks up at the brown haired boy who runs a hand across his hair. “So
you beat him up?”
“Yeah.”
“So why not tell Ian? Have him deal with it himself?”
Cade sighs looking at his feet. “You gonna tell him?” he asks meekly.
“Depends.”
“On what?” Cade looks up at her with his one uncovered eye.
“Are you the reason Charles is in the hospital?”
“No.” Cade shakes his head quickly. “No. I didn’t do that. I would never go
that far.”
Mandy narrows her eyes at him. “How do you know what happened to Charles? You
weren’t in school today.” Cade keeps looking at her wordlessly. His eyes
darting between her blue ones. Mandy’s heart starts to speed up the more he
doesn’t say anything.
Cade takes a step towards her and she takes one back. He grabs onto her
shoulders and leans closer so they're sharing the same air, then whispers,
“Facebook.”
Mandy stutters a few times. “Wha… what?”
Cade laughs. “You know, social media, Facebook? That place where students post
everything and nothing. It's hard to miss school drama. Even though I'm no
longer part of said school.” He explains with a shrug and Mandy finds herself
exhaling visibly. “Demn Mands, we gotta get a drink in you. You’re wound up too
tight.”
He walks down the stairs leaving her there still trying to catch her breath.
She can admit to herself that for a second there she had been very scared.
“Asshole.” She mutters before going back downstairs too.
Cade may not have had anything to do with Charles’ hospitalization but he still
gave Casper an unwarranted beating. He is still not okay in her book. But she
watches him interact with her boyfriend, brother and best friend and realizes
dude’s got their compete trust. Mandy can't just start throwing accusations
without hard proof. They would never believe her. Cade winks at her and Mandy
smiles back before grabbing the bottle of Jameson next to her.
No. She is not done. Cade is still on her shit list. She just has to find proof
that he is not as nice as everyone thinks he is.
 
    *                         ×•×•×•×•
 
The class is in chatter mode waiting for Wilson to show up. Ian is seated
leaning on the wall chewing on his pen. Mickey is doodling on his note book
while Dillon and Jack talk behind them. Ian watches absent mindedly as Trent
walks into class. His eyes follow the boy as he walks past them and Ian keeps
staring at his ass even after he's passed. Next thing he knows there's a hard
covered book slamming into his nose.
“Ow! Fuck Mickey! What the fuck!”
“You know why.” Mickey snaps.
Ian glares at his boyfriend. “I was just…”
“You were just what?”
“Nothing. I was nothing. My mind wasn’t even there.” He insists rubbing his
aching nose. “God dammit Mick. You’ve got the best ass in existence I've told
you this a million times.” He whispers.
“Then what were you looking at Trent for?”
Ian sniffs and wiggles his nose a few times. “Dammit. I'm going to the
bathroom.” He pushes out of his desk and walks out.
He leans both hands on the sink and lifts his head so he can look inside his
nose. He’s not bleeding, he's fine. It’s just the pain. He rubs his nose a
little before straightening the white button down he’s wearing for some reason.
“Is it broken?”
Ian jumps, not expecting someone else to be in here. “Babe you scared me.”
“I'm sorry.” Mickey apologizes stepping forward. “For the nose.”
Ian smiles gently. “It's fine. I shouldn’t have been looking at another boy’s
ass anyway.” He finishes with a light laugh.
“You know he's gay, right?”
“I heard.” Ian wraps his arms around Mickey's neck and presses their lips
together.
Mickey sighs from the light chaste kiss against his lips. He presses back
against it but too soon Ian is pulling back. Mickey frowns at him, his eyebrows
going up before placing his hands on Ian's hips. He pushes him back against the
sink and really kisses him. Ian holds him tighter as their lips slot against
each other. He parts his lips first so Mickey's tongue can slide into his
mouth. Ian moans from the tingly sensation going up and down his body. He's
about to turn around and place Mickey on the counter when someone clears their
throat.
“I'm…” Allan clears his throat again. “I'm really sorry guys but I really have
to go.”
Ian smiles gently at the blushing boy. “It's okay Allan. Sorry.”  He grabs his
boyfriend’s hand and they head back to class. Ian giggling the entire way. Of
course they got carried away.
 
    *                         ×•×•×•×•
 
“Hi Ian.”
Ian scowls at the girl approaching him. Everyone is out for free period, sans
Ian and one of Allan’s friends. He was ready to nap but now this chic is about
to ruin that plan.
“What do you want?”
“Hey, you don’ gotta be rude with me. I'm not my cousin.” She stops in front of
him. “My name is Sarah. I don’t bite, I promise.”
“I don’t like Avery so I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna like you.”
Sarah takes a seat on Mickey's chair. “Do you think that’s fair, projecting
your hate for her onto me?”
Ian shakes his head feeling slightly guilty. “Sorry.” He mumbles. “What do you
need?”
“Well, our next subject is biology,” she starts searching through her bag.
“And, I didn’t take down yesterday’s notes. So I ditched free period and
decided the person I was gonna find in class is the person whose notes I would
borrow.”
Ian glances at the other guy at the back then back at Sarah. “Okay.”
“So?” she asks looking at him expectantly. Ian nods and searches through his
bag too. He places his book in front  of her and she thanks him with a smile.
“You are so lucky.” Sarah says already writing. “To have found the love of your
life so young. Because I can tell,” she looks at him. “he is it, for sure.”
Ian nods in agreement before looking at the ring in his left middle finger.
“I noticed he has one too. You’re not engaged are you?”
Ian laughs and shakes his head. “No.”
“Good.” Sarah exhales holding her chest in relief. “That would have been so
weird.”
They stay there for a while with Sarah copying notes and Ian explaining where
she can't read properly or where she doesn’t understand. Soon she’s done and
they start talking about Sarah’s former school. Ian laughs at some of the
hilarious stories she tells him about and he tells her some of his own.
He decides he doesn’t hate her.
    *                                ו                                        
                 
Mickey is exhausted from the friendly game of football he got roped into. He
takes a break and goes back to class to check on his boyfriend. He's about to
walk inside when he's greeted by laughter. Loud, happy laughter and one of them
is Ian. With a smile of his own he pushes open the door and his smile drops.
It’s the girl he's seen hanging around Avery and Ian has seen them too so he's
surprised his boyfriend gave her the time of day.
“No, I'm serious. You can count if you want.” The girl opens her mouth wide and
Ian uses his pen to count her fucking teeth?
Mickey scoffs to himself feeling like the universe is fucking with him. Having
to feel jealous twice in one day fucking sucks. He knows Ian would never fuck
Trent and he knows for sure Ian and this Avery friend aren’t gonna do anything.
But it doesn’t stop Mickey from seething.
The way she's laughing , hanging onto his every word. The way her palm lands on
his wrist when he says something that wasn’t even that funny in Mickey's
opinion. He groans internally and bangs the door loudly on his way in.
“Hey Mick.” Ian greets cheerily. “This is Sarah. Her cousin.” Mickey scoffs
again. He can't even say Avery’s name but he can flirt with her cousin? Okay,
maybe that wasn’t really flirting but still, Mickey doesn’t like it.
“Yeah, fuck off.” he doesn’t need to look at her for her to know that statement
is directed at her. Sarah gathers her stuff and takes off.  “I'm going home.”
Mickey says as soon as she's gone.
“We still have one more class.” Ian frowns at him even as he packs up his stuff
too.
“You don gotta come with me.” Mickey tells him.
Ian scoffs. “Yeah, right.” as if Ian is going to let Mickey go anywhere without
him when there's clearly something wrong.
They walk out into the school parking lot and into Mickey's car.
“Babe, what's wrong?” Ian tries but he only gets silence in return.
He straps himself in and waits it out. Mickey won't sit on whatever is bugging
him for long.
 
    *                         ×•×•×•×•
 
They get to the Milkovich home and Mickey walks in leaving Ian behind. Ian
sighs and rolls his eyes before going after his boyfriend. He heads straight to
Mickey's bedroom and sits on the edge of the bed waiting to find out what it is
he did. As soon as Mickey walks in through the door Ian is on his feet.
“Okay I don’t know what’s up your ass, but we promised we wouldn’t …”
Ian trails off as Mickey roughly pulls on his shirt. The shorter man winds his
hand around Ian's neck and threads his other hand into the red hair initiating
a kiss that’s almost violent. He bites at Ian's lips until they open letting
him in. Mickey licks into his mouth, as if he's trying to imprint himself
inside Ian. He roughly untucks the redhead’s shirt out of his pants. His hands
finding bare skin and his nails digging across the surface until Ian hisses in
pain and breaks the kiss.
“Mick… what's…”
But Mickey doesn’t want to talk.
No
He keeps up the assault. Doesn’t pause, keeps going, teeth attacking Ian's jaw,
catching against the skin of his neck. He moans, relishing in all the marks
he's leaving. Ian stiffens against him and pushes him backwards before Mickey
can bite any harder.
“Mickey!” he shouts. Worried, concerned. The need to know what the fuck’s going
on overwhelming.
“I'm sorry.” Mickey takes a deep breath. “I'm sorry but she can't…” he shakes
his head, his body vibrating with the need to make Ian his again. Even though
technically he knows that hasn’t changed. “She can't just touch you, or sit so
close to you and… and laugh at fucking everything you say.”
Ian frowns amused. He never would have guessed this was where the conversation
was going. “Why?” he teases. He already knows why.
“Because you're mine!”
This time, Ian strikes first. He leaps towards Mickey and grabs him right off
his feet. Mickey is forced to wrap his legs around him lest he falls. Ian
presses him against the wall and they make out harder and groan louder.
“Yours.” Ian groans.
Mickey acknowledges it with a groan of his own as they grab at each other.
Tongues sliding against teeth and they try to climb inside each other. Ian
places him on the ground and they walks blindly towards the bed shedding
clothes as they move.
Mickey rides Ian into the mattress, reminding him who he belongs to in case he
forgot. Ian's mind short circuits when the brunette rotates his hips expertly
on top of him, driving him fucking crazy.
Yeah, Mickey needs to get jealous more often.
 
    *                         ×•×•×•×•
                                                                                                                                   
The gang -including Lip and the current girlfriend- is gathered at the
Gallagher house. It’s on a lazy Sunday afternoon and they're just drinking,
lazing around. Mandy watches Cade from Dillon's lap intently but
inconspicuously. Before when she had nothing against the guy, it was easy to
overlook stuff. Things that you can't see unless you’re looking for them.
Like how Cade’s eyes will linger on Mickey's ass anytime he has to stand up and
go anywhere. Or how he keeps finding a reason to touch Ian who is seated next
to him.
Cade is the king of subtlety. It is very hard to notice this things and Mandy
is impressed. Disgusted yes, but mostly impressed. He is good. He is very good.
Mandy watches as Cade lifts a blunt that’s almost done and asks Mickey is he
can short gun with Ian. Mickey waves the request off clearly high and feeling
trusting. “Great, I'll give it to him and he’ll give it to you.” Cade says and
Ian nods.
The brown haired boy inhales deeply until the stick almost burns his fingers.
He drops it on the already damaged coffee table then turns towards Ian who
opens his mouth willingly. Cade blows the smoke into his mouth and Ian inhales
it. He then turns and grabs both of Mickey's cheeks so he can blow the smoke in
his mouth. Dillon laughs watching the scene. Mickey then blows back into Ian
and Ian does it to Cade. The latter exhales it, ending the cycle and the three
boys laugh clearly high as they fist bump each other.
Ian then starts kissing Mickey and Mandy watches Cade watching them with a
pleased smile. Looking like he's accomplished something.
Which begs the question, what does this boy want with Ian and Mickey? Because
hell would freeze over before any of them agreed to fuck Cade. Mandy quickly
turns her head when Cade looks forward trying to reach for a beer. She can’t
get caught. Otherwise he would start being cautious.
“You okay?” Dillon asks from behind her.
“Yeah.”
“You're not drinking.” He hands her a beer and she takes it with a mumbled,
“Thanks.”
She stands up. “I need more ice, Ian help me?” Ian is trying to detach the ice
cubes while Mandy tries to figure out how to bring up her worries. “Do you
think Cade’s weird?”
“Weird how?” Ian asks still busy.
“The way he's always touching you and Mickey almost like he wants one of you.
Or both of you.”
Ian laughs. “Yeah, we've both talked to him about it. It's nothing. He's just a
touchy guy. Means no harm.”
Mandy doesn’t think so. “You sure?”
Ian finally looks at her. “What's your problem with Cade lately. Did he do
something to you?”
“No.”
“Then come on, lay off of him, a’ight? He’s a good guy. Give him a chance.” He
pushes the bowl of ice cubes into her arms and kisses the top of her head
before going  back to the living room. He stands behind the couch and grabs
Mickey's chin so he can kiss him upside down.
Mandy rolls her eyes and goes back to sitting on her boyfriend’s lap.
“So who takes it anyway?” Jack who’s on the other end of the room asks. Mandy
frowns. When did he get here?
“What?” Ian asks pausing from kissing Mickey to look at Jack.
“Yeah, I'm curious too.” Lip adds sitting up where he is on the same couch.
“That’s none of your fucking business.” Ian says glaring at Jack and Lip.
“It's fine.” Mickey says sitting up and reaching for another beer. “Liking what
I like don’ make me a bitch.” Mickey says indirectly answering Jack’s question.
“Well I'll be dammed.” One of the other guys from Dillon’s group says. Ian just
shakes his head and goes back to sitting next to Mickey.
While everyone else goes back to talking and drinking, Cade doesn’t. No, Cade’s
got hooded eyes and he can't stop biting on his bottom lip, stealing glances at
Mickey. He shakes his head as if trying to clear it then reaches for another
beer before drinking all of it in one go. Mandy can almost feel something
shift. And in the future if she ever needs to, she will pinpoint the exact
moment Cade Wright feel in lust with her brother.
“Going for a smoke.” He tells no one in particular as he leaves the room.
Mandy doesn’t miss his hard on.
It seems Jack wasn’t the only one who needed to know who bottoms in the
Gallavich relationship.
Chapter End Notes
     I honestly thought this would be shorter. He he he hee
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***** Chapter 34 *****
Chapter Notes
     HOLD ON!!! 4OO KUDOS!!! gnkjsvwhuwhrgbwkvfkalcvbgh
     this girl here is very, very, very, happy. thank you so much for the
     love you're giving this fic. Makes me just wanna write more!! Which
     btw if you couldn't tell, i have no clue when this fic ends. We are
     kind of stuck in high school for a while seeing as so much happens
     there. plus, i'm a sucker for high school AUs, and so is Carisa whose
     prompt this belongs to so... hope no one minds that we're still in
     this phase. he he he heee. And we still got college, and after
     college, and working Ian and Mickey, and future Ian and Mickey. so
     we're looking at maybe 200 chapters. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
     ha haaa!!!! i'm kidding. i'm sure we wont last that long.
     That would be ridiculous. so no 200 chapters. I'm sure.
     Pretty sure.
     I think.
     Nah, i'm sure.
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Ian wakes up before Mickey. He groans at the taste in his mouth. Dillon had
thrown one of his parties and Ian had enjoyed too many of the sweet drinks. Now
his mouth feels disgusting. He pushes back the sheets and gets out of the bed
slowly so as not to wake his still sleeping boyfriend. After relieving himself,
Ian reaches for his toothbrush and takes care of his cotton mouth. He then
inspects his hair that definitely isn't as short as it was it the beginning of
the year. Feeling an itch on his back, Ian scratches it only to wince from the
pain. 
"Fuck!" He turns around so he can try to get a view of his back in the mirror.
"Holy shit." 
What the fuck possesses Mickey to do this to him? He grins smugly at his
reflection. He's got long lines running from top to bottom and the shape of his
boyfriend's nails embedded in his skin. Shit. No wonder Mickey won't let him
join the swim team. People would think Ian was attacked for sure. 
He hears whistling and turns to see Iggy staring at his back. "Demn Gallagher,
you must do a really good job in bed if Mick can do such damage." 
Ian frowns and goes back to inspecting his back. "Shit."
"Shit is right." Iggy says still peeing. "Even the girls i've been with aren't
that bad."
"Fuck off alright?" Mickey walks in rubbing at his eyes before letting out a
yawn. 
"I'm just saying..."
"Out!" Both Mickey and Ian chorus and Iggy leaves the bathroom laughing
loudly. 
Ian turns to look at Mickey. "A_sign_of_our_love, huh?"
"A sign of our love." Mickey agrees with a smirk. "Let me see." 
Ian turns around obediently and he watches Mickey wince, scrunching up his face
with a grimace. "Shit Ian, it painful?" Mickey comes closer to touch his back
lightly making him shiver.
"A little."
"I'm sorry." 
Ian turns around to look at Mickey. He holds him by his waist and pulls him
close. "Don't, apologise. Not for this."
"But,"
"No. I like them. They're alot, and extremely visible." he chuckles. "But i
like them. You like them too, right?"
Mickey nods. "But i feel like you need to tell me when i'm hurting you too
much."
Ian smiles kissing the tip of Mickey's nose. "You do it during the throws of
passion and I don't feel it then. Only the next day and it's only for a short
while. It's fine."
Mickey exhales heavily pulling away so he can pee. He finishes and turns back
to Ian who is still looking at himself in the mirror. "Kay. 'M goin' back to
bed." 
They walk back into Mickey's bedroom together but Ian puts on his clothes while
Mickey gets back under the blankets. Ian ensures his boyfriend is fully covered
and comfortable before walking out of the room. He walks into the kitchen to
find mama Milkovich preparing dough. 
"Good morning." Ian greets. She offers her cheek and he kisses it. 
"Good morning!" she replies her voice chipper. "Care to join me? I'm baking
cookies and a cake."
"What's the occasion?" Ian drinks an entire bottle of water before pulling out
another to take to Mickey. "Be right back."
He walks back into the room and shakes his boyfriend awake who has already
managed to fall back asleep. "What?" Mickey asks irritated. 
"Just drink this and you can go back to sleep alright?"
Mickey frowns in protest but does as told. He then throws the empty bottle
across the room and covers his head hiding back under the sheets. Ian laughs
and reaches for the piece of plastic. He leaves the room quietly and heads back
to the kitchen. 
"So what do you need me to do?" 
Ani passes him the cookie dough. "Make presentable shapes please." she
commands.
Ian laughs. "I know how to make circles."
"In case you've forgotten, this isn't the first time we're baking together?"
she says raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah but, the last time we did this i was in junior high. Barely." 
"U-huh." she replies and they both laugh. "So how come you're awake? The rest
can barely walk straight."
"I didn't..." he looks around to make sure discussing this topic with her won't
end up hurting his knuckles. When he doesn't see any wooden sticks around, he
deems it safe to continue "take the hard liquor."
"Aaaah... I see."
"We're are not in trouble, right?"
Ani laughs, loud and free. "No. It's high school, it's what kids do, throw
parties and drink. I can't stop you. All i can do is ask you all to be
careful." she says bending down to light the oven. "Which you are, right?"
"Always." Ian replies inspecting the shapes he's made so far. They're not
complete circles but they're somewhat presentable.
"So." she starts and Ian looks at her. "This Dillon boy, he good enough for my
Amanda?"
Ian nods in thought. "He loves her. So that's good." he licks his lips. "And
he'd pretty much do anything for her."
She shuts the oven and hums. "Kind of like you would do anything for Mikhailo."
it's not a question. 
"I would do way more for him." Ian replies honestly and his heart warms from
her pleased smile. 
"Let me guess, the rings were your idea?" she asks looking at his left hand. 
"Yeah." he scratches the back of his neck shyly, blushing. "They're just
promise rings, no big deal." he clears his throat nervously. 
She hums again. "I am glad you are in his life."
"Oh?"
She nods. "I love all my children. And i tried to change their behavior when
Terry died. Tried to undo the damage he'd done. Unfortunately the older
ones..." she shrugs. 
"It was too late?" he asks.
"No." she replies. "I am proud of them because none of them in is prison right
now. But that man, he still left an impact." she says sadly. "And i know if you
hadn't come into Mikhailo's life when you did, at that very young age..." 
"He would be like the rest." 
She nods. "I mean, he's still like them is some ways but at the same time
he's..." she trails off with a frown as if searching for the right word.
"Different." she finishes. "And I know that's because of you."
Ian swallows. He's proud, but at the same time he feels some kind of pressure.
"Th...thanks." he stammers out.
She nods. Ian goes back to the cookie dough but he can feel the weight of her
eyes on him. So slowly, he turns to look at her. "I know asking you this is
unnecessary but i need you to promise me something Ian."
"Anything." he whispers.
Ani touches his wrist and looks him straight in the eye. "Promise me that you
will always take care of my baby boy, no matter what." 
Ian looks back at the eyes just as blue as his boyfriend's and nods, swallowing
from the intensity of the moment. "You have my word." 
"Good!" she replies, tone completely different which takes Ian back a little.
"Those aren't circles by the way." Ani points out and they both laugh. 
And just like that, the tension that was there before disappears. 
 
                           ~°~°~°~°~
 
“Okay guys, listen up!” Jason claps looking at the team. “We need to be here
tomorrow, bright and fucking early for practice.”
Everyone groans and Ian hears many of them protest. So he leans on the locker
closest to him, rolling his eyes. “Come on guys, we have a homecoming game next
week. We need the extra practice if we’re going to kick ass.”
“Fine.” A few mumble before dispersing into various stalls for showers.
He's startled when Jason suddenly punches one of the lockers. “Yo! What the
fuck Jason?” Ian steps forward to push at the boy’s chest. His dark skin is hot
to the touch. Ian doesn’t think it's from the game. More like anger, and he's
confused as to where it's coming from. Luckily his captain doesn’t waste any
time shinning light on that.
“They only listen to you.” Jason says through his teeth knocking Ian's hand off
of him.
“That’s not true.” Ian replies immediately.
“Yeah it is. They never do anything I say unless you fucking second it!”
“I…” I what? Ian has no clue what to say to that.  Months. Fucking months as
co-captain and he hasn’t noticed this. Jason has to be bullshitting. “Look,”
Ian starts. “You’re the captain, the best player. You know your shit. Tha…” he
gets interrupted by the other boy growling.
Jason opens his locker and pulls out his bag. He then glares at Ian. “Tell them
that.” He says before storming out of the locker room, leaving a flabbergasted
Ian behind.
Ian takes a quick shower himself. When he comes out the rest are chatting it up
and laughing.
“Hey guys,” he says to get their attention but no one hears him. “GUYS!” He
shouts and they all turn to look at him. “Can you please cut Jason some slack?
He's just trying to do his job.”
“Like fuck I'm taking orders from the guy.” Dean his classmate who had joined
the team recently says.
“Come on man.” Ian says.
“No, I'm with Dean. Jason can't tell me shit.” Cayden.
“But he's the captain you guys.” Ian tries to convince them.
“You're our captain too and we listen to you.” Evans one of the defenders steps
forward pointing out matter of factly. “His black ass only got the job ‘cause
he's the best anyway.” he finishes before turning back to his locker and
getting his stuff.
“Isn’t that how it works?” Ian asks baffled.
“Sorry Ian, I'm with Evans.”
“Yeah, what they said.”
“I'm okay taking orders from just you.”
“See you tomorrow Ian.”
Some say as they all walk out one by one. Ian takes one of the benches with a
heavy sigh.
“Sorry man.” Cayden, the only one left squeezes his shoulder gently. “Maybe if
he was less of a dick?” he then shrugs before leaving too.
Ian sits up, slamming his head gently on the locker behind him. Jason is not
the easiest person to deal with. He's got a temper and he's very unreasonable.
Ian hopes this doesn’t cause any problems. But that’s just a dumb wish seeing
as the team just made it clear they won't listen to their captain. So Ian just
knows avoiding a pissed of Jason is inevitable.
He gets up, dresses and gathers his stuff before leaving. Mickey had texted
saying he's waiting for him in the drama hall so Ian heads there. He finds
Mickey sitting at the very back, looking inconspicuous his legs on the seat in
front of him.
“Hey babe.” Ian says taking a seat next to him. There are students doing some
sought of play below them. “Whatchu doing here?”
“Remember when you used to be one of them?”
Ian snorts. “Yeah. Would still love to.”
“So why aren’t ya?”
“Can't man. Football takes too much of my time.”
“So now you joined music club instead?” Mickey teases with a smirk.
Ian groans. “I knew Mandy wouldn’t keep that to herself.”
“Please, I'm your fucking boyfriend. Mandy didn’t have to tell me shit.” Mickey
says slapping Ian's chest playfully. They both laugh then quiet down to watch
the goings down below. “So how was practice? What's new on co-captain duties?”
Ian takes Mickey's right hand, slotting their fingers together. “Turns out I've
been captaining this entire fucking time!”
“What do you mean?”
“The team refuses to do anything Jason says. And now, he's pissed the fuck
off.” Mickey laughs. “What?”
“You hadn’t noticed?”
“What, that the team favors me? No.”
“Eeh. It's his own darn fault. Dude's a dick.”
“Not to me.”
“’Course he's not a dick to you. You are liked by everyone.”
“It’s still hard to believe, you know?”
Just then Fred their classmate from the journalism club joins them panting. “Oh
man.” He breathes kneeling on the seats in front of them so he's facing the
couple. “I knew I'd find you here.”
“The fuck you want?” Mickey snaps still salty the guy didn’t listen to him
about dropping the Gallavich thing.
“Come one Mick, you’re still mad about that? What was I supposed to do? The
students get what they ask for.”
Ian laughs and Mickey scowls at him. “First of fucking all, you ever call me
Mick again, and I will break your fucking nose.”
“Ian, Mandy and Dillon do it all the time.” Freddy protests.
“Well, you’re not them are ya?” The journalist shakes his head. “Second, what
did you mean you knew you’d find us here?” Mickey asks genuinely curious. It's
not like he spends a lot of time here. In fact this is the first time he's been
in the hall.
Fred giggles. “Dah, you're Ian and Mickey. Someone is always keeping tabs on
you.”
“That’s fucking creepy.” Mickey says his voice accusatory.
“What do you want Fred?” Ian finally speaks up interrupting their endless
banter.
“Well,” Fred takes a note book and a pen out of his bag.
“We are not doing any motherfucking interviews.” Mickey snaps.
Fred looks at Ian, his eyes pleading and the red head rolls his eyes. “What do
you need?”
“Umm… Mrs. Kramer told me to spread the word that in preparation of the highly
awaited homecoming game, we’re gonna have spirit week!”
“Sounds good.” Ian says already excited.
“Sounds dumb.”
“Ignore grumpy over here. Talk to me. What are the themes? Where do I come in?”
Mickey rolls his eyes at his boyfriend’s excitement and Fred’s hopeful face
because Ian is into it. He pulls his hand away so he can go through his phone.
“So it’s up to me, the football captain and a cheerleader to come up with the
themes.”
“Who's the cheerleader?”
“Sarah.”
“Sarah our classmate Sarah who joined the school this year?”
“Yes that Sarah.”
Mickey scoffs. “If there's a meeting I want in on it.”
“It's only supposed to be…” Fred trails off when he gets one of Mickey's nasty
looks. He clears his throat nervously. “Of course.” He quickly diverts his eyes
to look back at Ian. “When are you free?”
“Wait.” Ian says. “I'm not the team captain.”
Fred scoffs. “Okay.”
Ian shakes his head, this is the kind of shit that’s just going to cause even
more trouble. If Jason finds out he was excluded… “Freddy, maybe you should…”
“You’re co-captain and a team leader. It counts.” He says dismissively making
Mickey laugh. “So when are you free?”
 
                           ~°~°~°~°~
 
That evening Ian walks into a quiet Gallagher house. He drops his bag on the
floor and walks straight to the kitchen. Opening the fridge he finds a half
eaten box of pizza so he microwaves two pieces. He chews looking around the
empty house.
“Where the fuck is everybody?”
“Well,” Ian gasps, visibly startling from the sound. He thought he was alone.
“Fiona is spending the night at her boyfriend’s, Lip has a sugar mommy though
he will kill you if you call her that.” Carl says getting out from under the
table. “Debbie is getting paid to baby sit so she took Liam with her.” He
finishes walking forward towards the counter. He grabs the second pizza off
Ian's plate. “And I'm here.”
“You wanna tell me why you were under the table?”
Carl shrugs. “’Cause I could?”
“My weird little brother.” Ian says kissing the top of his head then ruffling
his hair.
“Can I have a beer?”
Ian pushes the one he's drinking towards him. “Just a sip.” He smiles at the
fact that Carl didn’t indulge and take advantage of the fact that he's alone to
drink the beers himself. “How was school?”
“Good.”
“Hmm.” Ian nods putting the last piece in his mouth. "Did you beat anyone up?"
"You want the truth?"
"Don't even answer that." he shakes his head. “Lip is still fucking the
cougar?”
“Yep.” Carl replies. “Mickey still coming over?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I promised to kick his ass on this new game I got.”
“Really?”
Carl is about to reply when the kitchen door bangs open and a staggering Frank
walks in. Ian ignores him and continues to sip on his beer. Carl on the other
hand gets off the stool to go hug their father.
“Hey dad.”
“Hey Ian.”
“I'm Carl.”
“Got any more beer? Kev refused to keep selling to me.” He slurs.
“Selling would imply you had money to buy.” Ian replies dryly.
“I pay.”
Ian scoffs. “Of course you do. And now you’re here raiding a fridge that you
didn’t stock since you’d rather spend your money on alcohol.”
“Ian.” Carl whispers. “Lip told you to stop pushing him when he's drunk.” He
chastises.
Ian laughs bitterly. “That would imply he's ever not drunk.”
“You need to learn some respect. I am your father and you will treat me as
such.”
“Or what?”
“Ian!” Carl shouts.
Ian ducks just in time to avoid the bottle thrown his way. But the force at
which he does it makes him fall backwards from the high stool landing painfully
on his back. “FUUUUUUCK!”
Frank walks on his side of the counter pushing Carl out of the way to get to
him. Ian stands up with a lot of effort and that’s when Frank lands a punch
that makes him stumble back. His father is going off about disrespect but Ian’s
back is still in too much excruciating pain to pay attention.
“You fucking…” Ian hears his boyfriend’s voice as he walks into the house. “GET
OFF OF HIM!” Mickey shouts pulling Frank away and throwing him on the floor. He
gets on him landing a few blows of his own before turning back to Ian who seats
on one of the kitchen chairs his back still aching. “You okay?” Mickey asks
concerned, his nostrils flaring. He turns to look at Frank who's wiping blood
off his face. “You inconsiderate prick, he's got an important fucking game next
week!”
“It's fine.” Ian latches onto his boyfriend’s hand when he tries walking back
towards Frank. He knows Mickey will do worse damage if he lets him.
“It's not fucking fine!” Mickey shouts. “Leave Frank, or I swear to fucking
God.”
Frank grabs another beer from the fridge. Placing it on his nose, he walks
cautiously past Mickey and out the door.
“You ever touch him again your ass is fucking dead. I'm not even fucking joking
right now!”   
Frank looks back one last time before closing the door behind him.
“Shit Ian, didn’t I tell ya?” Carl says sitting on the opposite chair.
“I'm older now, I could’ve have taken him.” Ian winces as Mickey massages his
back.
“Sorry.” Mickey mumbles as he slows down his ministrations.
“You still shouldn’t have pushed him.” Carl insists.
“Fucking Frank shouldn’t have hit him.” Mickey snaps. “Don’t matter what Ian
said.”
Ian takes one of Mickey's hands and kisses his wrist to calm him down. “It's
fine babe, I'm fine. Come sit.” Ian says quietly. He’s already feeling better.
“It doesn’t hurt that much anymore.”
Mickey doesn’t sit but instead goes to the fridge to grab some frozen peas. He
hands them to Ian then sits down. “Fucking Frank.”  He and Carl say at the same
time.
.
Mickey makes them dinner since Ian can barely move and the three of them spend
the rest of the evening together before Debbie and Liam join them a few hours
later. She takes off Liam’s heavy clothing since the cold just started kicking
in.
“Hey Mickey?” Debbie asks settling down on the couch next to Carl.
“Sup.” Mickey replies still facing the TV.
“Why does your mom insist on calling people by their full names?”
Ian laughs. “Why?”
“We met her on the way, she walked us here.” She explains. “She always calls me
Deborah, like what the fuck?” she frowns at them the more they laugh at her.
She ends up flipping them all off with a groan.
 
                           ~°~°~°~°~
 
“Okay then. Kramer gave the go ahead and people can go crazy on costumes.” Fred
explains looking at everyone gathered around the table. Except Mickey who's on
his phone. The four of them are in an empty class gathered around the teacher’s
table.
“Yes, this is so exciting!” Sarah giggles excitedly receiving a glare for it
from Mickey.  She shuts up and clears her throat. Ian manages to contain a
smile.
“So what do you have in mind? I'm thinking Monday could be pajama day?” Ian
suggests and Mickey snorts. “What?”
“Nothing.” Mickey shrugs.
“How about we make Wednesday pajama day and then Monday 80s outfits?” Sarah
says and Ian nods in agreement so Fred jolts that down.
“There should definitely be movie character day.” He suggests and both Ian and
Sarah agree. “Slash anyone famous really.”
The three of them sit there talking and discussing themes while Mickey surfs
the entire time. In his opinion this whole things is dumb but he knows the
entire school is going to go crazy for it. It's will be all chaos and barely
any learning will take place. Well and good, he needs the break anyway.
He watches the Sarah bitch intently but lucky for her today she's behaving
herself. She's not being all touchy with Ian which Mickey appreciates, even
though he knows it wouldn’t be the case if he wasn’t around.
“How did you make the squad so fast?” he asks suddenly and everyone turns to
look at him.
Sarah shrugs. “’Cause I'm good at what I do so I tried out.”
“Okay.” Mickey sits up. “You just joined and yet, you being the newbie that you
are still qualified to come to this meeting.”
Sarah licks her lips and looks between Ian and Fred who are following the
exchange quietly. “That’s no different than you being here even though this has
nothing to do with you.” she shoots back.
Mickey smirks. He stares at her for a while then goes back to his phone. Unlike
Avery, Sarah can hold her own and in another universe he thinks she would get
along with Mandy. But not this universe, no. Mickey hasn’t confirmed it but he
thinks she likes Ian. No way to be sure though.
The costume talk continues where the three disagree heavily at certain points.
Mickey tunes it out and starts talking with Dillon and Cade on their group
chat. The five of them have gotten very close over the last few months. Ever
since Cade took the fall for him. Mickey wasn’t too sure about the guy before,
but now he really likes Cade. He’s still an asshole to anyone outside their
circle –especially those he thinks are beneath him- but he's very good to them.
He’s always coming through and he gets along with everyone.
Even Mandy, who seemed to have a problem with him a few months ago seems to
have come around. She still seems a little cautious but overall things are
okay. Ian said he had tried asking her if she had a reason to doubt Cade but
she had denied it even though she continued to keep Cade at a distance. But
Mickey remembers when Charles came back to school two months later Mandy had
stopped doubting Cade. Ian had personally asked Charles what happened to him
and the boy had confirmed to all of them he’d been mugged. Turns out he’d come
to clear so he could transfer, but talking to him somehow seemed to make Mandy
feel better.
Her reaction had made Mickey wonder why she thought Cade and Charles were
connected but when things went back to normal after that, Mickey had let the
whole thing go.
Now here the five of them were, fine and getting along. He supposed it was just
one of those things. Cade invited them over for pizza and it made Mickey
immediately feel hungry.
“You fuckers almost fucking done yet?”
“Fred closes his book and gets up. “Will be posting this in the school site
tonight. Everyone should be aware of the mandatory rules by tomorrow. Good
working with you two.” He winks before walking out.
“Bye Ian, bye Mickey.” Sarah says before standing up. She gives a light wave
then heads out too.
Ian yawns stretching his hands out. “Where’s your school spirit Mick?”
“I'm not participating in this shit.” He protests.
“It's mandatory?” Ian stands up and pushes the table back. He then situates
himself in Mickey's lap. He caresses his boyfriend’s hands and all the way up
his shoulders, landing on his neck. He then smiles gently. “Huh?”
“Shit.” Mickey curses. “I gotta do it, don’t I?”
“Yep.” Ian says popping the ‘p’.
He then bends to brush their lips. “How’s your back?” Mickey asks quietly
putting his hands under Ian's shirt. The redhead hisses and arches his back.
“Cold!”
Mickey laughs. “Yeah? Now you know how I feel when you come to bed and rub your
cold fucking legs on me.”
Ian laughs and pouts. “We love each other, it's good to share.” He pecks Mickey
on the lips. “Even warmth.”
Mickey smiles up gently at him. “You can take whatever you want from me baby.”
Ian moans. “What I like to hear.” He whispers right before kissing Mickey
again. This time the kiss is deeper, longer, making Mickey forget how to
breath. “You wanna take a trip to the janitor’s closet?” Ian pulls away slowly
to ask. “For old time’s sake.”
Mickey's breath catches as Ian presses open mouth kisses down his neck. He
grabs onto his boyfriend’s waist tighter before thrusting upwards his dick now
fully hard. “We don’t have good memories from that closet.”
“Leslie is long gone babe, come on.” Ian encourages licking the sensitive parts
of Mickey's neck.
Mickey can feel his heart thundering in his chest. Ian leaves a lingering kiss
on the curve of his jaw and Mickey is sold. They are however startled when they
door bangs open and Ian gets off Mickey's lap so Mickey can stand too.
“Gallagher what the fuck?” Jason shouts.
“What?” Ian asks with a shrug.
“You're making decisions without me now?”
“What are you on about?” Ian crosses his arms when Jason steps closer which
prompts Mickey to stand slightly in front of Ian, his guard up.
“Coach just called to tell me the guys shouldn’t practice for the next two
days.” Jason explains. “I ask him why they went to him before coming to me
first. Imagine my surprise when I found out you said it was okay?”
 Ian slaps his forehead. “Shit, I'm so sorry. I was supposed to tell you.”
“I already told you the guys don’t respect me. Now you’re encouraging this
shit?”
“It wasn’t intentional. I swear.”
Jason glares and steps even closer. “You think I don’t know they came to you
for this homecoming crap? But see, I could care less about that shit. But when
it comes to making decisions about the fucking team?”
“It. Wasn’t. Intentional. I didn’t do it on purpose Jason.”
Jason waves a finger silently at him before walking back out. Ian exhales in
relief once he's gone. “Told you this whole favoritism thing was going to make
us clash.”
Mickey just rubs his lower back comfortingly. “Don’t fucking worry about it. I
got you.”
“I'm not scared of him babe. Shit, I'm taller than him. I'm just….” He breathes
leaning on the table. “I just want everyone to get along. Is that so much to
ask?”
“No.” Mickey shakes his head getting between Ian's legs. “But it's pretty
fucking naïve to think it's possible.” He caresses his cheek.
Ian sighs leaning into Mickey's touch. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Look, forget Jason. You’re pretty excited about this homecoming shit, right?”
“Yeah.” Ian says with a smile.
“Come on.” Mickey kisses him then takes his hand. “Let’s go do some shopping.”
"Sounds good." Ian replies.
"Then we can go get pizza at Cade's."
Ian groans. "Yes please!"
 
Chapter End Notes
     in the beginning i left a link for my 2 chaptered a sign of our love
     for those who missed it. i'm pretty proud of it. :))
     kay so,
     if you're here and you're following 'Don't date Mickey Milkovich' and
     'Where you go I Go' I work weekends, and as much as i would love to
     update them quickly, i won't be able to until Monday. So please bare
     with me. Mob Love!!! and many many many many Kenyan kisses!!! they're
     special. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa!!! forgive me, i was born this
     way.
***** Chapter 35 *****
Chapter Notes
     warning: Violence
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"I'm not wearing this shit Ian." 
"Baby c'mon, where's your school spirit?" 
"I just... I don't do costumes." 
"I seem to remember you loving Halloween." 
Mickey sighs with a heavy eye roll. "Used to. I used to love costumes." 
Ian lifts all the items they bought off the bed and into the air before putting
them back down. "What do you want us to do with this stuff then?" Mickey just
looks at him. "It'll be fun, what's wrong with fun?" 
Mickey who's leaning on the headboard naked frowns at his equally naked
boyfriend. "You will wear them. Participate in spirit week and have fun babe." 
Ian twists his mouth in disappointment before shrugging. He was really looking
forward to enjoying this week with Mickey. All his excitement and all the
looking forward to spirit week is because he misses their Halloween days.
"Nah." He replies. "We'll just take them back." 
Mickey scoffs in disbelief. "I was there when you guys were coming up with the
fucking themes." Mickey points at the clothes. "You can't tell me you don't
wanna do it anymore. You were more excited that the entire fucking school
combined." 
Ian shrugs again and starts putting the outfits back in the bags they came in.
Mickey scratches his hair and crawls towards the edge of the bed. He grabs
Ian's hand that's busy putting back clothes. "Wait." 
"It's fine." Ian replies with a tiny forced smile. "It's childish anyway." 
Mickey sighs and pulls Ian on the bed with him. He lays back so Ian's on top of
him and in his arms. "Fine, I'll do it. We can dress up and walk around
together looking like idiots. Just like old times." he says softly, soothingly.
Ian hides his head in Mickey's neck. "Really?" He asks his voice coming out
muffled. 
Mickey grins when he feels his boyfriend's smile against his neck. Ian is also
trying to hide a blush which is pointless since his chest is all pink now.
"Yes, you baby." Ian starts giggling and Mickey runs a gentle hand through his
hair. "Jesus Christ." 
"I love you." Ian mumbles drawing patterns on Mickey's chest. 
"Yeah." Mickey licks his lips. "Me too. Otherwise I wouldn't do this shit for
your ass." He says slapping said ass. Ian just giggles again as he shifts
impossibly closer, happy to have gotten what he wanted.  
 
                   •`•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•
 
Monday
 
The next day when Mickey walks out of his room he bumps into Mandy who looks
like a fucking rainbow. She's wearing blue tights, a pink mini dress, a green
jacket and a white head band. He can't help but crack up. He laughs so hard his
mother slaps the back of his head as she walks by. 
Mandy places her hands on her waist and tilts her head. "You done?" Mickey
wipes the tears from his eyes and nods still chuckling. "You think you look any
better with an oversize sweater, fucking leg warmers and sunglasses? You look
fucking ridiculous asshole." 
"At least i don' look like a clown just fucking threw up on me." 
"Fucker." Mandy whispers. 
"Mikhailo, stop making fun of your sister. This is how we dressed up back in
the day." she walks past them pointing at Mandy. "And let me hear you curse one
more time." 
"There is no way you owned this ma." 
Their mom settles on the couch feet on the coffee table, and a mug of coffee in
her hand. "I believe i did." 
"Ugh." Mickey groans shaking his head. "Heading over to pick up Ian. You want a
ride we're leaving now." He tells Mandy as he searches for his keys. "Bye ma."
He kisses her on the cheek and walks out. He's just started the ignition when
Mandy gets in next to him. He smirks at her. "You know what happened the last
time you sat there." 
Mandy clicks her tongue. "I don' care. He'll take the back seat today." 
Mickey highly doubts that but he doesn't say anything. 
.
"No." Is the first thing Ian says when they stop in front of the Gallagher
house. 
"Get in the back asshole." Mandy says rolling up the window. 
Lip who's next to Ian -and judging on the normal clothes he's wearing clearly
isn't participating in spirit week- scoffs before getting in the back and
settling in. He and Mickey exchange a knowing look because Ian will never seat
in the back as long as it's Mickey's car. 
"Mick unlock this door." Ian shouts pulling on the handle. 
"Don't you dare!" Mandy glares at Mickey. 
"Sorry sis, but I'm not looking to have blue balls." He laughs unlocking the
door. 
Mandy yelps when Ian opens it and removes her seat belt forcefully. She tries
hitting his hands away but it doesn't work. Mickey and Lip are laughing so hard
at this point, Mickey hopes he doesn't cry at the end of the day due to how
much he's laughing today. 
When Ian is done, he puts his hands under Mandy's thighs and around her waist.
Lifting her up effortlessly, he indicates for Lip to open the back door where
he drops his best friend -who keeps slapping on his chest- unceremoniously on
the back seat. 
"Bitch I fucking told you so!" Mickey says waiting for his boyfriend with the
oversize shirt to get in his seat. 
Mandy kicks Ian's seat once. "It's just a fucking seat. You'd still have gotten
to your fucking destination!" 
Ian just puts on his seat-belt. "My boyfriend's car, my seat." 
"Our car." Mickey mouths with a wink. 
Ian sticks his tongue out then flips Mandy off. Mickey just shakes his head and
starts up the car again. 
"I have de-friended you. You're not my best friend anymore." 
"Do you see me taking the front seat in Dillon's car?" 
"Holy shit. You are fucking crazy." Lip says from the back seat. 
"Crazy in love with Mickey." Ian says with a wink of his own to Mickey. 
Mandy makes gagging noises in the back making the three boys laugh. 
 
                   •`•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•
 
Just as Mickey expected the students can't concentrate and Wilson ends up
walking out of the lab where they had Chemistry as the first lesson. No one
even notices since they're busy talking and laughing. 
His boyfriend is the loudest at the corner of the room surrounded by some of
their classmates. He's talking about something waving around his arms and
making some of them laugh. Of course fucking Sarah is among the group but today
Mickey won't let her bother him. He's in an unusually good mood. 
"Yo Mickey Mick." 
Mickey turns to Dillon who's next to him today. "Sup." 
"Cade just texted. He's outside with the good stuff." 
Mickey nods before pulling out his phone. Dil and I are goin outside. Find us
under the bleachers.
Ian looks up from where he's listening to Baron talk -just like everyone else-
to look at Mickey. He nods at him once indicating he saw the text. Mickey nods
back before leading the way out with Dillon, Jack and the other two guys
following behind. 
"Sup man." Mickey greets Cade with a bro hug. 
"Mickey." Cade hugs him back with a big smile. 
"Damn Cuz, what the hell?" Dillon asks hugging Cade too. They haven't seen him
since last week and even though his hair is still long, it appears he trimmed
the front up to his forehead so his other eye is visible now. 
He looks so different it makes them stare for a bit. "What?" Cade asks lighting
a cigarette. 
"The fuck did you do to your hair?" Mickey asks grabbing the cigarette from the
taller man. 
Cade just shrugs. "Grew out of it." He looks at the five boys still staring at
him. "Are we doing this or what?" 
"Fuck yes!" Mickey moans making Cade do a double take. "What? I'm craving it,
give it." 
Cade shakes his head and blinks a few times before gesturing for Mickey to lead
the way under the bleachers so they're out of sight. He sits next to him then
pulls out three blunts and a flask. "You guys look ridiculous by the way." 
 Dillon laughs. "Fucking spirit week. If it were up to me I wouldn't have done
it but Mandy didn't wanna hear it." Mickey laughs knowing it's the exact same
for him even though he doesn't say it. 
                                `•`•`•
Mickey is there thinking everything is fine, with the five of them drinking,
smoking and laughing when he finds out there's some other shit happening. He is
lying on the grass when their classmate Dean finds them and calls Jack aside.
Minutes later Jack comes back and whispers something to Dillon that has his
friend getting up immediately. Mickey sits up confused and looks at them
wondering why that piece of information had to be whispered. 
"What the fuck are you whispering about?" 
Cade slaps him gently on his thigh. "It's fine. Let it go." 
Mickey frowns. "Let what go?" 
"Yo Mick. I gotta take care of something. Be right back." Dillon says standing
up, his loyal crew following suit. 
Mickey goes to stand up too but Cade grabs his wrist and refuses to let him go.
"What the fuck? If there's shit going down I need to help." 
"Mickey we got this, it's fine." It's Jack who tells him which makes Mickey
quiet down. The guy rarely speaks to him directly and Dillon not saying
anything and avoiding his eyes is a clear indication of how angry he is. They
walk away and he turns to Cade. 
"What's this about and why won't they tell me?" 
"He wants to take care of it himself." 
This confuses Mickey, but he's not worried because Dillon can take care of
himself. Plus he's got Jack and the other two who never speak so Mickey has
never learnt their names. They would jump over a cliff for the guy so he knows
they have his back. 
He can't help but wonder who's being taken care of though. "You gonna tell me
who's getting a beat down?" 
Cade finally let's him go and lights another blunt inhaling deeply and looking
at Mickey through narrowed eyes. "Something's big has been brewing since last
week." 
"Yeah?" 
"Yeah. Mandy hasn't said anything?" 
Mickey's eyebrows shoot up. "Does it have something to do with Mandy!" 
Cade sighs. "Gets worse." 
"Some serious shit is going down, it involves my sister which is why Dillon was
so mad he could barely speak, and the fucker doesn't want my help? It's already
as bad as its gonna get." 
Cade shakes his head. "It gets worse because the shit started because of Ian." 
Mickey stands up so fast his head spins. He holds onto the closest piece of
metal to stabilize himself. Cade is just as fast though, and he quickly gets in
front of him, blocking his way. 
"Tell me where the fuck they are." 
"No." 
He tries to get past the taller boy but Cade stops him by wrapping a hand
around his stomach. "Calm down Mickey. You know how you get when angry." 
"If someone wants to hurt my sister, Ian, I deserve to fucking know." 
"I don't..." Cade grunts trying to push Mickey back. "I don't disagree. But
it's being taken care of so calm down." 
"This is bullshit." Mickey mutters sitting back down on the grass. Usually he
would be able to get past Cade but he's not the most sober person at the
moment. "Why hasn't Ian said anything?" He asks softly. 
"He doesn't know." 
"Fuck!" It's so fucking frustrating to be working with such little information.
"Fucking Mandy." 
Cade doesn't say anything. He just hands Mickey the weed he's holding. "It will
be fine. I can promise you that." 
Mickey huffs. He doesn't want to be promised anything as long as he's being
kept in the dark. 
"Need anything else?" Cade whispers. 
"What?" 
"You just got major tense and you're not relaxed anymore. I'm asking if there's
something you need to change that." 
"Yeah." 
"What is it? Anything you want." Cade reassures quietly. 
"You can start by telling me what the fuck's going on." 
"Except that." Cade says leaning back. Mickey hadn't even realized they'd been
practically shoulder to shoulder. 
"Fuck you man." He pulls out his phone and dials Ian's number. "The fuck are
you? I need you." 
 
                   •`•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•
 
 Mandy is seated at the VIP section seeping on a glass of wine. It's her second
bottle and she's starting to feel it. But it takes more than that to bring
Mandy Milkovich down. The club they're in belongs to Dillon's dad so they hang
out here a lot. Her boyfriend is talking to the DJ but he soon comes back to
her. He frowns when he sees her second bottle is almost finished. 
"C'mon baby, you gotta slow down." 
Mandy nods. "I know I'm just so fucking upset." 
Dillon hugs her and rubs her back. "I know. I'll take of it. I'll take care of
him." 
Mandy pulls back to look at him. Dillon pulls out his handkerchief to wipe her
tears. "You didn't tell Mick, did you?" 
Dillon shakes his head. "No, but I hate lying to him and he's going to be
asking you about it when you get home." 
"He can't know. All Charles did was call me names and look what he did to him.
He would fucking kill the asshole or get my brothers to do it. Especially since
Ian is the root of all this."
"I know. But we need to wait until the homecoming game at least before doing
anything. We have a plan but if we tell Mickey he won't care. So you can't tell
him." 
"Shit, I gotta pee." Mandy kisses Dillon before heading towards the bathrooms. 
When she's done she stares at her reflection for a while before retouching her
make up. She's so fucking frustrated. Mandy hasn't been about violence in a
while but she fully supports what Dillon feels he needs to do. Before Dillon
she was used to being disrespected. Which was okay because it had been her
fault. She was easy back then, had been a slut and she knows it. It's come to
bite her in the ass years later but she won't be disrespected. Not like this.
This was too fucking far. 
Mandy breathes in loudly before heading towards the entrance. She needs some
fresh air. She's by the door when she staggers a little bit and knocks into
someone. She's about to apologize when the girl pushes her so Mandy hits the
other side of the door. 
"What the hell?" The girl shouts. She's black, Mandy's height and with gorgeous
hair that Mandy would admire on any other day. But today she's all out of
patience. 
So steps up to her. "Do it it again." 
The girl smirks before poking Mandy on the chest. Mandy chuckles bitterly
before pulling on the said hair and getting the girl on her knees. The bouncers
are instantly there, pulling them apart. 
"Mandy what's going on? Do you need us to kick her out?" 
"Please. Kick her out and never let her back in!" She shouts trying to get to
the bitch again. 
Suddenly Jason appears out of nowwhere to check on the other girl. "You okay
Sherry?" He then turns to look at Mandy. "Really? You're going after my girl
now?" 
Mandy chuckles, the bouncer finally letting her go. "You've got to be fucking
kidding me. Your girlfriend? Does she know what you've been up to?" Mandy
snaps. "What the fuck are you even doing here? Trying to rile Dillon up? Is
that it?" She turns to one of the bouncers. "Get Dillon." 
Jason scoffs. "You think I'm scared of him?" 
"After what you did, you should." 
"What is she talking about?" Sherry asks Jason, glancing between them
repeatedly. 
"Go ahead. Fucking tell her." Mandy raises a daring eyebrow at Jason. 
But before anything else can be said Dillon is on the scene and immediately
jumps on Jason. The two scuffle around on the ground with Sherry screaming,
scared. One of the bouncers goes to get Dillon off of Jason. Unfortunately its
the head bouncer who's usually packing so Dillon grabs the gun from the
bouncer's back and places it on Jason's throat. 
Mandy hears Sherry gasp but she doesn't take her eyes off the scene. 
"What are you doing at my club?" A breathless Dillon asks. "You've got some
nerve showing your ass here after what you did." He cocks the gun then presses
it harder against Jason's throat. "Do sum'n. Let me see you do sum'n!" 
"Yo Dillon, we're outside and someone just called the cops." 
Dillon steps back and hands the gun back to the bouncer. "Better count your
lucky starts motherfucker. This ain't over." He grabs Mandy's hand and they
walk back inside the club. 
Dillon leads her to the manager's office and they drop down on one of the
leather couches. He holds her close and she settles in his arms. 
"Thank you." She whispers. "For kicking his ass." She smiles at the memory.
"That felt good to watch." 
He lifts her chin and kisses her softly. "I'm always gonna take care of you
Mandy." 
 
                   •`•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•
 
"Mandy is definitely keeping something from us. Something that could be big I
think." Mickey says that night as he lays in bed next to Ian. The redhead is
lying on his chest playing with the fingers of his U-UP hand. 
"You have really short fingers compared to mine." Is what his boyfriend says
instead. 
"This is serious Ian." 
Ian nods as well as he can in his position. "I know. And from what you told me
it does sound like something we need to know." 
"So why the fuck won't they tell us!" That shit is really bugging him 
Ian kisses his chest. "I think that they will tell us when they tell us.". 
Mickey pushes him off his chest and Ian sighs heavily before settling under the
covers. He closes his eyes and his boyfriend shakes him roughly. "What?" 
"Are you fucking kidding me right now!" 
The way Ian sees it, this shit is something that would work up Mickey really
bad. Apparently it started with him -he has no idea how- and it now involves
Mandy. He doesn't want Mickey going crazy and doing something... well crazy. So
if Dillon and the guys can take care of it without involving Mickey, well and
fucking good. 
"Come here." He says tapping the space next to him. 
"I'm really," 
"Unsettled, I know." Ian says. "You won't relax until you know what's going
on." Mickey nods. Of course his boyfriend understands. He lies next to Ian and
the redhead caresses his cheek. "They will tell us if they need our help."
Mickey is not okay with that. "They will tell us eventually babe, you know
this." 
Ian looks at Mickey and knows he just needs to distract him from all this
drama. 
So he crowds Mickey, his cock getting hard and fingers squeezing harshly on his
boyfriend's hips. He strokes the small of Mickey's back before latching onto
his neck and biting gently before licking at the mark.
“I'm not in the mood Ian.” Mickey says pushing him away.
Ian's not having it though. Mickey is too tense and is thinking too much. And
he probably won't sleep, too busy thinking about everything that’s going on. So
Ian won't take no for an answer. They're already naked, which is how they
usually sleep, so he flicks Mickey's nipples. “Shit, just lemmie…” he does it
again and hides a smirk in the curve of Mickey's neck when the brunette gasps
as Ian tags on both nipples.   
He moves closer, pressing hard on Mickey's groin firmly. “God dammit Ian.”
Mickey moans pushing even closer so their dicks keep touching. “We need to…
this shit is serious we should…” Mickey gasps again, louder when Ian licks a
nipple and rubs their hard ons together. “Shit.”
“Keep going babe, I'm listening.” Ian probes as he moves his hand to cup one of
Mickey's perfect ass cheeks. He squeezes and his boyfriend trembles in his
arms.
“You're the fucking worst.” Mickey says before pressing their lips together and
initiating a deep searing kiss that makes them both moan into each other’s
mouths.
Ian grabs Mickey's ass properly and lifts him so the latter is now hovering
ontop of him. They continue to grind on each other as the wet kiss gets deeper
and even more intense. “Don’t want you to think about anything but me baby.”
Ian moans kissing him again. “Right here, right now, it's just you and me my
love.” He adds and Mickey groans louder from those words and the feelings
taking over his body.
Ian's touch, Ian's kisses, Ian's voice, IanIanIanIanIan is all Mickey wants
right now. Ian massages his ass and they both moan again. More precum leaks out
of them the more they grind against each other. “Shit baby.” Mickey cries
quietly relishing in the pleasure. “So good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Always.” Mickey whispers opening his eyes to look at Ian's lust blown
ones. “I love you. Shit keep doing that.” He begs when Ian rubs a dry finger
against his hole. He winds his hands around Ian's neck and they start kissing
again just as firmly as before.
He pushes his tongue into Ian's willing mouth easily. He bites his boyfriend’s
lip and tugs at his hair. They're both breathless and lost in each other. Ian's
finger is now in his ass and he continues to squeeze his butt cheeks. That and
the friction on their dicks Mickey knows he’s close to the edge.
“Gonna cum Ian.”
“Do it baby. Do it.” Ian encourages. Mickey gasps and moans and holds onto Ian
tighter as he speeds up on the grinding. “Shit baby that’s it.” Ian moans as he
feels his orgasm building too. “Cum for me Mickey.”
Mickey presses their lips together, climaxing between them as Ian presses hard
on his ass, following suit immediately after. They lay there, trying to catch
their breaths, Mickey marveling at how amazing it always feels with Ian. He
kisses the tip of Ian's nose.
“Thanks, I needed that.”
Ian chuckles pushing some of Mickey's hair out of his forehead. “Can we sleep
now?”
Mickey tries to lift off Ian but the latter doesn’t want to let him go. “We’re
fucking sticky, let me take care of it then I will come back to this exact
position."
Ian hums but lets go reluctantly. But not before pulling Mickey in for a slow
loving kiss.
 
    *                  `•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•
 
Tuesday
The theme is dye day and Mickey dyes his hair blond while Ian dies his
brunette. Mandy didn’t come home but Ian would bet anything she will show up to
school blond.
“Damn Mick, you’re kinda rocking the blond hair.”
“Yeah well, enjoy it while it lasts. I'm not keeping it.” Mickey says as they
eat breakfast that day with just Iggy. “And you’re not keeping yours either.”
“You need your ginger baby back, huh?” Ian asks rubbing his foot against
Mickey's crotch with a cheeky smile.
“Damn straight!” Mickey replies avoiding his brother's eyes at all costs due to
the mannerless behavior his boyfriend is up to under the table.
“I didn’t attend any of this spirit weeks. Dint see what the fucking fuss was
about. You guys are going all in.” Iggy points out while still chewing. “First
the oversize clothes and now the hair, Jesus.”
“Shut up, it's fun.” Ian says with a smile when Mickey's dick gets fully hard
under his foot. He chooses that moment to stand up. Grabbing the car keys from
the table, he shakes them at his boyfriend. “My turn today. Meet you in the
car.”
“Are you fucking serious?” Mickey asks, both boys aware he's referring to the
hard on Ian doesn’t plan on taking care of despite causing. The redhead just
shakes the keys again and walks out. “Fucker.” Mickey curses.
“You two are so fucking weird.” Iggy mutters before getting up and taking his
breakfast with him to the living room.
“How are things in the illegal front?” Mickey asks adjusting his trousers so
his dick isn’t as visible.
“Everything is running smoothly. You know Jamie and Tony always have to be
careful. They wouldn’t want to disappoint ma by going to jail.” Mickey nods in
understanding. “That Aaron dude invited us all for dinner this weekend.”
Mickey puts on his jacket as Ian presses on the horn outside. “Well, that’s the
homecoming weekend so we won't be able to make it, but you guys have a blast.”
Iggy grunts before switching on the TV. Mickey takes one last bite of his
cereal before heading out. “Calm your fucking tits I'm on my way!” he shouts as
he gets in the car. “I expect a blowie once we park the car you asshole.”
Ian just laughs before starting the vehicle.
 
    *                  `•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•
 
Unlike yesterday, today Ian's got practice which is where he spends half the
day. Mickey situates himself on the bleachers and watches as they play. He
notices Jason pushing Ian around, trying to provoke him but the redhead is
doing a really good job of exercising patience. Mickey wonders how that’s going
to end. Especially since the team has made it even more clear now, that Ian's
orders are the only ones they care about. It's only a matter of time before
their coach picks up on it and demotes Jason. He is not going to like that.
Mickey notices Mandy, Dillon and Cade walking towards him and he sits up. As
far as he can tell his green-haired sister (what the fuck?) looks fine and
completely unharmed. Turns out Ian was right after all. Doesn’t mean Mickey
still doesn’t want to know what the issue was, solved or not. He stands up and
pulls her into his arms.
“You alright?”
“Yeah.” She nods with a smile.
“Well, you’re clearly not if you thought green was the better option.” Dillon
chose to be blond just like him so they fist bump with big smiles.
“Okay, the hair thing is fun.” Cade says sitting next to Mickey. “Sup Mickey.”
“Cade. How are you not getting kicked out of school grounds?”
Cade shrugs. “Called spirit week. No bad vibes allowed.” He says with a laugh
and Mickey's just shakes his head. “How’s it going out there? Tell me they're
gonna kick ass this weekend.”
“We haven’t seen the opposing  team so there's no way to know. But they’re
good. They’re always good.” Mickey says. “Jason keeps trying to start shit
though.” He is so immersed in the game that he doesn't notice the look the
three share. Now Ian is just right out arguing with Jason and Mickey frowns
harder hoping no one will have to break up a fight. 
                                   `•`•`•
Ian was hoping he wouldn't have to deal with Jason's bullshit this soon. And
yet here they are. "I don't want to fight you Jason, i know that's what you're
looking for, but you won't get it from me." 
"See? This is exactly what i was talking about." Cayden who was holding the
ball drops it in favor of coming closer. "What kind of captain behaves like
this? You're supposed to work together." 
"You wanna go?" Jason asks and Ian gets between him and Cayden. 
"Cayden please." 
"I wanna go." Evans says stepping closer and making Ian want to pull his newly
dyed hair out. "Someone needs to put your black ass in check."
"Evans for fuck's sake, would you stop with the racist comments!" Ian berates. 
"I'm black, i'm allowed." 
"Pretty sure that's not how it works." Ian retorts. Thankfully Jason is still
glaring at Cayden. "Listen. This thing, is between you and me. If you wanna get
this out of your system, then let's fucking go." Ian says. "But we can't let
this bullshit affect the game on Saturday." 
 "Jason turns to look at him and takes a step back. "You're gonna fight me?"
"That what you want?"
"And your goons wont step in or nothing like that?" 
"Wha... Jesus. Yes. No one will step in to help me. But if i win you will drop
this bullshit and you will be fucking civil from now on." 
 Jason takes off his football gear so Ian does the same. The team steps even
closer and surrounds them. Ian exhales deeply. Guess it's happening, it really
was inevitable after all. 
                                `•`•`•
 Mickey, Dillon, Cade and Mandy all get up as soon as Ian and Jason start
shedding their stuff. The other three break into a sprint when the rest of the
team forms a circle forcing Mickey to catch up to them. Dillon angrily pushes
people aside to get to the middle. He stands in front of Ian and so do Mickey
and Cade a minute later. 
"We got a fucking problem?" Mickey spits. Ian rolls his eyes at the three boys
standing in front of him. He can fight just fine without their help. What's
this need to protect him all the God demn time? He's this close to getting
insulted. And flattered. But mostly insulted. 
"You promised." Jason breathes, his voice dangerously low.
"Guys, it's fine. Get out of the way."
"Ian like fuck i'm letting you get beat up while i watch." Mickey says.
"What was that?" Ian asks crossing his arms.
"You know what i meant." Mickey corrects recognising Ian's 'about to get really
upset' face. He sighs when Ian points at the other two who haven't moved.
Mickey steps aside and beckons Dillon and Cade to do the same. He knows Ian can
kick ass on his own but he would rather do it for him. What's so wrong about
that?
Jason cracks his neck as soon as it's just him and Ian again. Mandy glares at
him getting excited and hoping Ian makes the asshole bleed. She wants that more
than anything right now. She wishes she could tell Ian what Jason did, knowing
it would motivate him even more, but now's not the time. Besides, Ian can take
him down either way. 
"C'mon Jason, are you all talk and no action?" Ian goads. "You've been wanting
to kick my ass for weeks. Well here's your chance." he finishes and Jason lands
a punch on his cheek. Mandy sees her brother step forward only to be pulled
back. Ian rubs his cheek with an evil smirk. Jason lands another punch, and one
more on the other cheek till Ian spits blood. 
"Fuck." Mickey curses. 
"Hope you enjoyed those punches. 'Cause they're the only ones you'll get in."
Ian says before moving forward and punching Jason so hard on his stomach, he
doubles over, heaving. The redhead doesn't give him time to recover before he
punches Jason on the cheek making him stand up straight. "Do." punch. "Not."
punch. "Mistake my leniency," punch, punch, punch. "as my being weak." Ian says
before spitting again. 
Jason growls before charging forward and grabbing Ian till they both tumble to
the ground. That's when the crowd goes crazy. Jason lands one punch before Ian
is grabbing him and switching their positions so he's ontop. He chokes Jason
hard and the older boy scratches at Ian's arm trying to pull it away. Ian
continues to squeeze until Jason's eyes roll back. He finally pulls back and
gets off his captain who coughs repeatedly trying to catch his breath. 
 "You had enough you fucking asshole?" Cayden yells with excitement. 
"Or do you need Ian to keep going?" Dean.
Ian keeps looking at Jason, watching, waiting to find out the answer too. He's
all geared up. Jason spits on the ground before standing up and taking off. The
crowd paves way for him to walk out of the circle, clutching his stomach and
staggering. The team cheers and they all come to congratulate Ian and pat him
on the back. Ian searches for his boyfriend in the crowd. He finds Mickey
watching him a proud smirk on his face. But there's also the way he's biting on
his bottom lip that tells Ian he is very turned on. 
"You know," Ian says stepping closer till he's infront of Mickey. "We never did
revisit that janitors closet as planned." 
"The fuck are we waiting for then?" 
 
                `•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•
 
 Wednesday
Chapter End Notes
     major sorry for delay. fucking life man :((
     Asante sana for reading n sticking with me. Mwah! <3 <3
***** Chapter 36 *****
Chapter Notes
     oyoyoyoyoyoyo! wodup! wodup! everybody? Lucky Shaz is in da building
     with a new chapter. Hope everyone is having a great week, yeah?
     As you well know this fic will be going for a while. Which means
     nothing has been planned out. which means that shit that i didn't tag
     at the beginning might take place. so i will be putting warnings and
     whoever wants to skip can go ahead and do that.
     so.... please check the end notes first for a warning. Thank you! <3
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Wednesday
 
The theme was pajama day. When they went shopping, Mickey had tried going for
the common men pajamas. But no, Ian had gotten him these other blue_pajama
pants he thought were perfect for Mickey. He didn't specify why but Mickey
didn't need a genius to tell him it was because they accentuated his ass. Well,
he had refused to wear them unless his boyfriend got a pair too. But of course
Ian being who he is, got the exact same ones. So now they were walking around
school looking all fucking matchy matchy. Mickey had lost count of the number
of times he'd rolled his eyes everytime someone stopped to admire them. And by
lunch time he'd learnt to ignore the stares. Ian and Mickey were dressed the
same from head to toe. From the white sleeveless t-shirts, to the blue pajama
pants and black rubber shoes that felt so comfortable that Mickey was
considering wearing them daily. Ian in all his corniness still had great taste.
The weather was not as cold as the week before so people were comfortable
walking around with thin clothing. 
Too much of people staring however, had led Ian to keep his hand possessively
around his neck, his right hand on Mickey's chest the entire time. This started
after he slammed a sophomore into his locker for blatantly staring at Mickey's
ass. He didn't say anything to the guy but the threat was pretty fucking
clear. 
They're having lunch when Mandy narrows her eyes at them. "Matching pajamas?
Really?" she smirks. "Don't you idiots sleep naked?"
"The fact that you even know that, is pretty fucking disturbing Mands." Ian
says laughing.
"Bitch, why are you lying to the school?" Mickey inquires with a sharp
eyebrow. 
"I'm not." Mandy denies. 
"Yeah you fucking are. This is not how you sleep."
"Yes it is." she gestures at her too sexy_outfit."  
"You wear those fucking ugly faded trousers and that stupid head thingy." he
sneers making Ian laugh.
"I do not. That is a lie." she says looking at Dillon who's grinning widely.
"He's lying!"
Dillon laughs but hugs her close. "You would look sexy in a dirty sack. I don't
care." he pulls her in for a kiss but Mandy gives Mickey the finger even as she
kisses Dillon back. 
.
After lunch the team lets Ian know they want to practice so Ian has to
reluctantly leave Mickey's side. He pecks Mickey on the side of his head as he
leans on the cafeteria table listening to Dillon talk. “Anyone looks at that
ass and they’re fucking dead.” Ian whispers into Mickey's ear.
Mickey raises an amused eyebrow tearing his eyes away from his friend. “Whose
idea was it to buy these pants?”
“Don’t fucking matter.” Ian says subtly squeezing said ass. “Mine.”
Mickey breath hitches as Ian pulls him in for a hard kiss before running out of
the school building and into the field.
                                                                              
   ~’~’~’~’~’~’~’~’~’
 
“Shit that was exhausting.” Ian bends, hands on his knees and takes a deep
breath. He stands up and looks at Mickey, his hands on his waist. “They were
too psyched up man. Like,” he swallows, his breathing slowing down. “we found
out today we’ll be playing a different team and we hate those fucks so they
were too keyed up.” he explains.
“U-huh.” Mickey licks his lips. Ian is sweaty… so sweaty. And he took off his
shirt that’s now hanging on his left shoulder. Mickey finds himself running his
forefinger down Ian's chest, abs then sucking it into his mouth.
“Shit Mick, I just got my heart to slow down. Stop that shit.”
“Sorry.” Mickey apologizes not sorry at all. He continues to stare at Ian's
chest even as he says, “Cade, can you go get some water for Ian?”
Cade clears his throat from where he's standing behind them. “Sure.”
Ian frowns at the fact that the taller man leaves with no question to do as
told. He shrugs then pulls Mickey into his sweaty chest but the latter doesn’t
mind. “Missed you.” he says inhaling the comforting scent in his boyfriend’s
hair. “What did you do when I was practicing?”
Mickey pulls away to take the bottle of water from Cade. He gestures at Dillon
and Mandy who are seated on the grass behind them to start walking towards the
parking lot, before uncapping the bottle and handing it to Ian. “Went back to
the drama club.” He chuckles. “A cat fight broke out. ‘Twas hilarious.” Ian
wraps an arm around Mickey as they continue walking.
Mandy is on her phone and her and Cade are behind Dillon, Mickey and Ian. She
rolls her eyes at the fact that Cade’s not even hiding the fact that he’s
staring at Mickey's ass. She grabs his wrist and stops him.
“Will you stop?”
Cade smirks at her. “I’m not hurting anyone by admiring your brother’s ass
Mandy.” He says making her grimace.
“Really? You want me to ask if Ian's okay with it?”
Cade raises both hands. “What? He's got a nice one too. I'm sure he’d
appreciate the compliment.”
“Let’s find out. Ian!” Mandy calls and Cade quickly grabs her from behind then
covers her mouth. The three boys turn to look at them curiously.
“It's nothing!” Cade shouts. “She's just messing around!”
They frown but keep walking. Cade lets go of Mandy with a click of his tongue.
“Fine. No more looking.”
The two start walking again to catch up with the rest. “You know you're never
actually gonna fuck Mickey, right?”
“I know.” he replies kicking at a stone on the way.
“I mean,” Mandy continues. “You're hot an everything but those two literally
only have eyes for each other.” Cade nods in agreement, his face blank. “Shit,
sometimes I honestly think it will just be the two of them till they grow old
and die.”
“Even when they fight?”
“Even when they fight. Breaking up is never an option for Ian and Mickey. So
Cade, jerk off to thoughts of Mickey all you want, admire his ass all you want
because that’s all you’re ever gonna get to do.”
“Thought you didn’t want me admiring his ass?” Cade teases with a smile making
Mandy flip him off.
“Whatever.”
 
                     ~’~’~’~’~’~’~’~’~’
 
When they get to the Milkovich house they find Iggy and his girlfriend. They’ve
never seen her before but what else are they going to call her? They’ve pulled
out Iggy’s good weed and are smoking it up as low music plays from the TV. The
rest join them while Ian excuses himself to go take a shower.
“Cade, you wanna grab a bottle of whiskey from the cupboard and cups for
everyone?” Mickey asks and watches intrigued as Cade gets up to do as asked.
Mandy gives him a questioning looks but he just shrugs in response.
.
“Yeah but, when was the last time Arsenal won a game?” Iggy asks laughing.
“It's not about that though.” Dillon protests.
Iggy lets go of where he was holding his girlfriend to look at Dillon. “What
the fuck is it about if not the scoring? The winning team is the one to bet on.
Period.”
“C’mon cuz, Manchester United is the way to go.” Cade adds. “You bet on Arsenal
and you can forget your money.”
Mickey shakes his head at all the soccer talk and lights another blunt. “You
want?” he asks Ian tuning out the debate that’s getting louder.
Ian shakes his head no. “I'm trying not to do anything other than alcohol until
after the game.” Mickey nods in understanding.
He grabs his keys off the table and waves them at Cade. “Forgot my phone in the
car.”
As Cade stands to take the keys, Ian watches him until he's walked out before
turning to Mickey. “Can I talk to you?” he asks already walking towards their
bedroom.
Mickey watches Dillon and Iggy arguing for a few seconds before standing up. He
scratches his stomach as he kicks his bedroom door open and walking in. “Sup?”
he asks Ian who is looking him curiously.
“What's that shit with Cade? Is he your fucking slave now?” Ian crosses his
arms. “Cade, go get me some ice cubes, Cade, go warm some pizza bagels for
everybody, Cade, I forgot my phone in the car, fetch.”
Mickey tilts his head. “I, do not sound like that.”
“Mick.” Ian frowns, clearly confused.
Mickey shrugs. “I found out the other day that he’s willing to do literally
anything I say so I decided to just roll with it.”
“You don’ think that’s weird? ‘Cause it's fucking weird to me.”
“Okay, so I'll stop.”
“Good.” Ian says walking towards him and wrapping a hand around Mickey's waist
while caressing his cheek with the other. “I don’ like it.” he pouts pushing
his bottom lip out.
“Kay.” Mickey whispers before looking up with puckered lips so Ian will kiss
him.
The red head laughs before pressing their lips together gently. Mickey sighs
happily into the kiss, opening wide and letting his boyfriend in. “Love this
lips.” Ian mumbles. “Love you.”
Mickey hums in acknowledgement as he pulls Ian tighter towards him, the kiss
turning intense. He reaches for Ian's shirt and pulls it above his head before
Ian does the same with his. They then make out against the door, caressing each
other’s naked torsos before Mickey guides them blindly towards the bed.
Soon everyone and everything else is forgotten as they immerse themselves in
each other.
                                                                              
  ~’~’~’~’~’~’~’~’~’
 
 Thursday
 
Ian and Mickey are not in a rush to get to school. Nothing happens if they're
late during spirit week. Anti-social students don’t even attend school during
that week. They're still in bed, Mickey leaning against the headboard and on
his phone while Ian stares at the ceiling humming some song Mickey's never
heard.
"I don' give a shit of they're trying to protect us or what the fuck ever Ian,
i want the truth today." Mickey says. 
"Yeah, me too." Ian yawns before stretching. "Mandy left with Dillon last night
so we will ask them as soon as we get to school."
Mickey nods in agreement. The secret has gone on for long enough. Mickey
doesn't like not knowing shit. Especially in this particular case where it's
clear he needs to be involved. They both do.
“Lie with me.” Ian whines pulling on Mickey's arm.
“I'm right here Ian, Jesus.”
“Yeah but I want you to lie with me. Beside me.”
Mickey shakes his head but does as told. He puts his phone away then lies down
facing Ian only to be ambushed. Ian farts loudly, and before Mickey can say
anything the redhead grabs the blanket and covers Mickey's head so he's under
there inhaling the smell. The latter holds his breath and struggles to get out,
pushing a laughing Ian away and off of him.
“Motherfucker!” Mickey yells. “You are fucking dead!” he gets off the bed and
chases after his fast boyfriend around the room. Ian still laughing grabs one
of the sheets and runs out of the room. “Gonna fucking kill you, you piece of
shit!”
“What? What? What?” Mama Milkovich asks frantically when Ian blindly runs into
her. She however calms down when she sees the happiness on his face. “It's too
early for these games Ian.”
“It's never too early for games.” Ian says wrapping the sheet tighter around
his naked self.
Ani slaps her forehead and shakes her head. “Can you please go put on some
clothes?”
“Yes ma’am.” Ian salutes her, making her laugh. He walks back to their bedroom
door and knocks. “Mick? Babe?”
“I sure as fuck, hope that’s not some stupid redhead knocking because I don’t
have a fucking boyfriend anymore!” Mickey says from the other side.
Ian slowly opens the door and peaks in. He finds Mickey flapping around their
sheets, airing them and it makes him chuckle. It's also earns him a glare so he
shuts up before clearing his throat. “I'm sorry.”
“No you’re not.” Mickey is quick to reply.
With three large steps Ian is behind Mickey as he wraps his arms around him
tightly. “I'm sorry.”
“That is no way to start someone’s morning man.” Mickey says cracking a smile
but trying to hide it from Ian. It's however hard when Ian is peppering kisses
all over his neck and back. “I am dating the idiot of the century, I swear to
God.” Mickey says before turning around in his boyfriend’s arms.
Ian grins at him. “You're free to get me back.”
“Idiot.” Mickey repeats before pulling the shameless idiot he's in love with,
in for a kiss.
                                                                               
        ~’~’~’~’~’~’~’~’~’
 
It's Hawaiian day.
At first Mickey thought it was fucking stupid, but as soon as he puts on his
green Hawaiian shirt, he decides he’s rocking it. “Fits perfectly right?” he
asks Ian before clicking his tongue thrice. “Kinda sexy?”
Ian laughs and walks towards him with his own blue Hawaiian shirt on. “You
always look sexy.”
Mickey moans grabbing his cheeks when Ian leans forward. Mickey will never get
enough of how perfectly they fit together when they kiss. Of how every single
time Ian sends sparks up his body. His boyfriend’s lips are soft against his
own and Mickey licks across his top lip. Ian smiles and pulls back to touch
their foreheads together.
“Fuck.” He breathes. “Let’s go to school.”
                                                                                 
~’~’~’
Last Thursday
 
Mandy exhales in relief as soon as the teacher walks out. She is so fucking
tired. Her fault of course. Staying up all night drinking and fucking will do
that to a person. She smiles thinking about it. God, she loves Dillon. Which is
crazy because she never would have pictured herself getting here at some point.
Not in high school anyway. She never thought she would get to have what Mickey
and Ian have. But now she does and it was beautiful. The class is empty by the
time she decides to leave and join the rest of the student body in the
cafeteria.
She stands up and starts gathering her books when the door bangs loudly behind
her. Mandy turns around to find Ian's team captain staring at her angrily and
breathing hard. What was his name again? Jesse? No, Jason. Yes that’s his name.
She feels a touch of embarrassment at the fact that she can't remember his name
yet they hooked up when she was a freshman.
“Something wrong Jason?”
Jason shakes his head no and puts his hands in his pockets before walking
towards her. “I just came from talking to Ian and Mickey.”
“Okay…” Mandy trails off with a frown wondering; 1, why is Jason talking to her
years later and 2, why would he update her about his interaction with Ian and
Mickey?
“Remember that one time you and I...” he gestures between them. “you know.”
Mandy takes a step back when Jason is now only inches away from her. “That was
two years ago. I have boyfriend now.”
Jason shrugs. “Don matter. Once a slut always a slut.”
This statement takes Mandy by surprise and she backs up until she's against the
wall. She tries to do some calculations in her head but Jason is big, strong,
bulked up from years of football. She can't take him. Shit.
Suddenly, Jason grabs her hand with a painfully tight grip and covers her
mouth. He lets go of her hand, then uses his body to pin her on the wall and
starts to undo his pants. Mandy panics her eyes going wide. She makes muffled
sounds against his palm asking him to stop as she shakes her head fervently.
She shuts her eyes and prays someone comes back to class. She curses her love
for miniskirts when she feels a strong hand lift her skirt and grab onto her
underwear, trying to pull it down. This is the point where Mandy begins to
struggle and Jason curses as he tries to control her movements.
With the hand on her mouth, Jason uses it to slam her head onto the wall behind
her and Mandy freezes. Her whole body goes numb and she finds that she can't
move. She shuts her eyes again, not believing that this is actually about to
happen.
“They’ll know not to fuck with me.” Jason whispers before ripping her
underwear.
“WHAT THE FUCK!”
Mandy feels tears of relief running down her face when she hears that voice.
She doesn’t know who it is yet but someone else is clearly in the room.
“What the fuck Jason?!” the person shouts and the next thing Mandy feels is the
weight that was pressing her against the wall lift. She sinks to the floor
crying with relief. When she finally looks up it's to find Dean grabbing onto
Jason so he doesn’t leave.
“No.” It comes out as a whisper so she swallows and tries again. “No!” both
boys turn to look at her. “Let him go.”
“What?” Dean looks at her with disbelief and so does Jason. “We need to fucking
report this, he tried to fucking rape you!”
Mandy stands up with wobbling knees and holds onto a desk. “Let him go.” she
repeats and Dean does so reluctantly.
Jason takes off as soon as he's free. “Mandy are you fucking crazy?” Dean walks
towards her and wraps an arm around her waist, guiding her towards a chair. “He
needs to go to jail or some shit.”
“Then the whole school will find out.” She says.
Dean scoffs with disgust. “You're letting him go because you don’t want this to
be public fucking knowledge?!”
“I am letting him go because if that happens Mickey and Ian will kill him. And
then they’ll end up in prison.” She says taking off her ruined underwear and
putting it in her bag. “And no, I'm not letting this go. I will tell Dillon. He
will take of it. He will take care of him.”  her boyfriend is much more clear
headed and will actually come up with a plan. Mickey and Ian will be too angry
to think and will just go in fists flying. She looks up at Dillon who seems to
get it now. “Jason going to prison will be too easy.”
Dean nods in understanding. “Okay.” he takes a deep breath. “Fuck, he's always
been a dick but this…” he trails off before cursing again. “Come on, your guys
are in the library. Let me walk you there.”
“Library?” Mandy asks. “Since when?” Dean chuckles but it soon turns into
concern when Mandy gets up with a wince. “Don’t worry, he’ll pay.”
                                                                              
       ~’~’~’~’~’~’~’~’~’
 
As soon as Mandy and Dillon walk into the hallway Mickey and Ian start
laughing  when they see them. Or rather when they see Dillon. They laugh so
hard they have to hold onto each other.
“Holy shit.” Ian says in between breaths. “Is that a… is that a…” he doesn’t
finish because he starts laughing again.
Mickey finally manages to calm down. He shakes his head. “Did you seriously
pick a hula skirt for Hawaiian day?”
“Fuck off, both of you.” Dillon spits before spinning. “I look good.” This just
makes Ian and Mickey double over with even more laughter.
“Get over it you fucking morons.” Mandy rolls her eyes. She's wearing a red
Hawaiian dress with yellow flowers that Ian will consider as very pretty as
soon as he's done laughing at her boyfriend.
After what seems like an hour later, Mickey gathers composure getting so
serious you would think he wasn’t the one laughing uncontrollably seconds
before. “We need to talk, both of you.” He says before guiding them towards the
first class they see. Inside they find three guys and two ladies talking
secretly in hushed voices. “Yo! Fuck off, we need the room.” Mickey orders.
“Fuck off Milkovich, we were here first.”
Ian walks over and pushes a desk roughly to the side. “He said we need the
room.”
“Jesus.” The defiant guy speaks up even as he gestures for the rest to stand up
too. “You don’t own the fucking school Gallagher.”
“He's the captain of the football team. Think it means he does.” One of the
girls says winking at Ian.  
He frowns at her taken by surprise. “Do that again and you’ll lose that fucking
eye.” Mickey threatens.
“Jesus Christ.” The guy repeats as he holds the door open for his friends to
walk out. He flips them off before closing the door behind him.
Mickey sits down and turns to Dillon and Mandy. “Start fucking talking. I don’
like that even fucking Dean knows what's going on and I don’t.”
“Dean?” Ian questions taking a seat too.
Mickey nods and Mandy takes a deep breath. “I don’t feel like going into
details so…” she shivers at the bad memory and Dillon squeezes her waist where
they're standing next to each other. “disturbing long story short, Jason tried
to fucking rape because he was pissed off at the both of you. Of course we now
know it's because of the whole captain thing.”
“You have got to be fucking shitting me.” Ian says his eyes narrowed
dangerously. Suddenly he wishes he would have done more damage when he fought
the jerk.
“He's fucking dead.” Mickey mutters with conviction. They were right not to
tell him.
“It’s being taken care of.” Mandy says.
“I want in.” Mickey says. “Let me in on the plan, now.”
“Mick, we got this.” Dillon says.
“He tried to fucking rape Mandy! How did you get away?”
“Dean saved me.”
“He's fucking dead.” Mickey repeats.
“Red.” Dillon turns to Ian, pleading.
Ian faces Mickey and takes his hand. “You're too worked up babe.” He whispers
in his ear. “You would literally kill him if this was left to you.”
“Who says I don’t fucking want to?”
Ian wraps a hand around Mickey's neck and caresses the spot just below his left
ear. “I'm not letting you go to jail.”
“He needs to pay.”
“And he will.” Ian turns to look up at Dillon. “Right?”
“Absolutely. She's my girlfriend Mickey Mick. Not gonna let this shit fly. We
are taking care of him as soon as the game’s over.”
“Why not now?”
“He's the best player.” Ian offers. “It would pull too much attention if he's
not at the game.”
Mickey gradually calms down from Ian's touch. “Okay. Okay. Okay.” he looks at
Mandy and they stare at each other for a few minutes.
Mandy nods accepting her brother’s apology even though it's not his to give.
                                                                              
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Friday
Chapter End Notes
     warning: attempted rape
     (you can avoid the second Mandy POV. when you see Last Thursday)
***** Chapter 37 *****
Chapter Notes
     I did a short fart fic recently n a few ppl wanted to see more n
     requested to c it in Inseparable. So hope u enjoyed that bit.
     I usually say that You know you truly love someone when you can fart
     in their presence.
     That usually means u have no shame (are shameless ha ha) or
     embarrassment when it comes to that person. AS IT SHOULD BE.
     So dear readers, I hope that's the case with you and your other
     halves.
     ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)
     Tihihihihihihihi
     Moving on... warning; violence
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Friday
 
"Can I just say Miss Mandy, that you are rocking that costume? Shit I love game
of thrones too. Don' know why I didn't think of it first." She says joining
Mandy on the bench where she's leaning back watching a basketball game at the
school gym.
Mandy turns her head. "So you thought Cleopatra was the way to go?" Okay, even
she could admit the menace beside her was rocking her costume too.
"Eh. Always thought she looked beautiful."
Mandy scoffs with a shake of her head. She sits up to whoop and clap her hands
when Dillon shoots directly into the hoop.
"Why aren't we friends you and I?" she asks
"I don't do girlfriends." Mandy replies still watching the game.
"That's not true. You don't always hang out with your guys."
"But I'm not close to those girls either."
"Mmm... It's a shame. I think you and I are very.... similar."
Mandy scoffs again. "Really."
"Yeah. I mean beautiful, bad ass, great taste in costumes." She gestures at
their outfits. 
"We don't have wanting to fuck Ian, in common. And let me just tell you right
now. You try to come between him and my brother, I will Avery your ass."
Sarah just laughs. "Really? My cousin is an adjective now?" Mandy shrugs. "I'm
not my cousin."
Mandy faces away from the friendly game to turn her body and give Sarah all her
attention. "Can I help you?"
"Yes. I want to be your friend."
"People don't fucking ask that. They just become friends or they don't."
"Not when the person you wanna be friends with is Mandy Milkovich."
"Why?"
Sarah chuckles. "You are..."
"I mean why do you want to be friends with me. To get to Ian?"
"He's gay. I'm not an idiot. Yeah maybe I flirted with him a little bit in the
beginning. I mean who wouldn't? Look at him." They both turn to look at the
boys playing. Ian is wiping his face with the bottom of his shirt and exposing
his abs. "Mickey is one lucky dude, I'll say that."
"Yeah well, he just walked in so, better stop looking." How fast Sarah tears
her eyes away from the redhead makes Mandy laugh. "My brother doesn't hit
girls."
"No. But he's got this nasty glare, that digs into your soul. People have a
name for it."
"They do?" Mandy laughs again.
"Yeah. The DWFD glare." 
"The what now?" 
"The 'do you wanna fucking die' glare." Mandy continues laughing. "I'm not
kidding. It's a thing. Mickey Milkovich looks at you like that and you know
you're on his shit list." She finishes laughing too.
"Yeah well, calm down. A look won't hurt ya."
"No. But you would. Bet i could take you though."
Mandy leans back smugly. "I doubt that."
Sarah leans back too and they watch Mickey walk towards them. "Yo. Think you
might be lost. Cheer leading practice is that way." He points at where a few
girls are doing cartwheels. But he's smiling so he must be in a really good
mood.
"You know, you're in a really good mood for someone who looks like a zebra."
Mandy points out prompting Mickey to kick her shin. "Ow!"
"Ian needs you to retouch his make up after the game." Mickey tells her.
"He's winning best costume for sure." Sarah says.
"There's a competition?"
"Yeah. There've been one everyday. And everyone thinks Ian as the Joker is..."
"Yeah, he nailed that shit." Mandy finishes.
Sarah stands up and steps down the bleachers before straightening her costume.
"So what do you say, drinks after school?"
"I'll think about it." Mandy says and the other girl walks away with a smile.
Mickey sits down where Sarah was. "Since when does the dragon lady hang out
with bitches?" Mickey asks.
"Since she is one?"
"Dammit. I always forget the only reason I love you is 'cause you're my fucking
sister."
"Fuck off."
 
                    ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`
 
That Morning. 
 
Mickey stares at the costume Ian is holding. "I'm not wearing that." 
"Babe." Ian whines. 
"No." 
"When we picked it out, you agreed to it." 
"And now I'm changing my fucking mind." 
"C'mon Mick." Ian waves the black and white jump suit around. "You picked out
this jailbird costume. Said you wanted the simplest low key one we could find.
Remember?" He continues soothingly, knowing he already has him when Mickey
starts chewing on his bottom lip. "And we also agreed, this is the only time
you'll be in a prison uniform. Remember that?" 
"Ian..."
"Babe! You're already breaking the rules by not wearing a movie character
costume!"
"God, fucking dammit." Mickey grabs the costume from Ian. "The things I do for
love." 
Ian chuckles and hugs a reluctant Mickey. "Yeei." 
Mickey just rolls his eyes with a fond smile. "Get off me." he pushes his
boyfriend off and inspects the piece of clothing. "I'm not walking around
school looking like a fucking zebra Ian."
"School spirit Mick, remember?" Ian says already putting on his Joker outfit.
"Easy for you to say, you look amazing." Mickey mumbles putting both legs in
the costume before pulling it up. 
"Thank you baby."
Mickey grunts before zipping up his. "What if i feel like an afternoon
delight?" he says in a mocking tone. 
Ian laughs. "When you want a quickie, you'l get a quickie. No jumpsuit can ever
prevent that." he says grinning at his pouting boyfriend. "Mandy! Make up!" 
 
 
                    ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`
 
 
As soon as Ian parks the car they're ambushed by Dillon and some of their other
classmates. 
"It goes without saying that red is on my team!" Dillon announces. 
"How's that fair? Dude's like ten feet tall!" Logan argues. 
"And Mick too." Dillon adds.
"Hold the fuck up." Mickey says shutting the car door and catching the car keys
when Ian throws them. "What exactly are we partaking in?"
"Basketball." A bunch of them chorus. "Playing for money." Dillon adds.
"I'm in." Ian says already taking off his jacket. 
"Your make up." Mickey points out.
"Mandy will re-do me, right?"
"You're gonna fucking me asshole." Mandy replies blowing out smoke from where
she's leaning on the car. 
"Mickey Mick?"
Mickey puts both hands in his jump suit and shakes his head. He's feeling too
lazy for anything. Except sex. He's never too lazy for sex.
"Let's go!" Gordon claps his hands before leading the way to the gym. 
 
 
                    ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`
 
 
After the not so friendly game, Ian calls for a meeting in the field. They only
have one more day till the long awaited game. He had finally accepted that no
one was taking orders from Jason. Especially not after the fight Ian won.
Mickey decides to walk him there after Mandy has re-touched his makeup. He
turns to look at his boyfriend walking quietly beside him, hands still in his
pocket.
“Are your hands going to be in your pocket all day?”
Mickey grins. “It's really nice and soft in here. Feel.” He stops, takes one of
Ian's hands and puts it inside said pocket.
“Demn.” Ian says. “It’s really fucking soft.” With his hand still in Mickey's
pocket, he directs it towards his boyfriend’s crotch.
“Ian.” Mickey looks up at him like he's crazy before looking around the
occupied field.
“What? It was right there.” Ian says innocently, pulling his hand out.
“Horny fucker.”
When they approach the team Mickey takes a seat on the grass and takes out his
phone. Ian gives him a soft smile before walking towards the guys. “Hey guys,
we ready for practice?”
“We talked to coach.” Cayden steps forward.
Ian crosses his arms waiting to hear what about. “Yeah.” Evans chimes in. “And
even though he will announce it at the pep rally, it’s official. You’re the
captain!” the entire team cheers. “Oh, and sick costume.” He adds amidst all
the cheering.
Ian searches for Jason to find him intently watching the ground. Before, Ian
would have felt bad. But after finding out what the asshole did to Mandy, he
doesn’t give a fuck. In fact he's happy Jason isn’t his captain anymore.
“Guys.” He calls. “It will be a pleasure to be your captain.” More cheering.
“So let’s get to practice, alright?” he glances at Mickey once who winks at him
before giving him a proud smile and turns back to his team with one of his own.
 
                    ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`
 
At the pep rally that afternoon the entire student body gathers at the gym.
Mickey has always been fascinated by how loud and rowdy everyone got during
these things. Of course majority of them had to be drunk but every single
person was so fucking energetic, it was hard not to draw some excitement from
everyone around you. He gets up on the benches in the fourth row joining Dillon
and Mandy. His boyfriend who's now the team captain is on the bottom bench with
the rest of the team.
The cheerleaders are doing one of their routines while the rest of the school
cheers.
Next the coach introduces Ian as the new captain. The students go wild over the
announcement making Ian blush so hard when he stands to wave, that Mickey can
see it from where he's seated. The coach then gives them a pep talk and Mickey
is positive the same things will be repeated tomorrow before the game.
When he's done a band comes on and plays some weird song Mickey's never heard.
After, they announce the best and worst costumes people wore throughout the
week. While Mandy’s Khaleesi costume is a tie with Sarah’s Cleopatra’s costume,
Dillon’s hula skirt gets worst costume for Hawaiian day. As predicted by many,
Ian does win today’s best costume.
The band then plays again and Mickey feels like the crowd keeps getting louder
with every minute.
.
Everyone heads home after that, no one going to party due to the game tomorrow.
Ian can already feel nervous energy coming on just from thinking about the
homecoming game which is why when Cade asks them in the group chat to go over
to his place for a few beers Ian is the first to say yes.
“What about the game?” Mickey asks as they drive there.
“I am so fucking nervous Mick. Just a few beers, that’s it. No shots, no hard
liquor. Just beer.”
Mickey squeezes Ian's hand then nods.
.
Ian downs the first beer in quick succession as soon as they get there. He
doesn’t even wait to take a seat first.
“Calm down Ian.” Cade says. “You're one of the best players. If you guys tank
the game it definitely won't be your fault.”
“Oh God.” Ian says before reaching for another beer.
“Asshole.” Mandy and Mickey chorus but Cade only laughs in reply.
“How did the rally go?” Cade asks sitting next to Dillon and Mandy.
“Good.” Dillon replies.
“Did you talk to Jason?”
Ian rubs Mickey's back soothingly to calm him down. Ever since they found out
what happened Mickey gets worked up when he hears that guy’s name. “Yep.”
Dillon sips his drink. “Told him not to get too comfortable, he's paying for
what he did.”
Mickey knows Dillon plans on giving Jason the beating of his life and he
desperately wishes he was a part of it but Ian doesn’t want him involved in any
way. So he calms down, enjoying the caress on his lower back as he grabs
another beer.
“That’s your last beer by the way.” He points out.
Ian looks at him. “It's my second beer!”
“And your last one for the night.” Mickey says adamantly.
“Jesus.”
“Yeah. Matter of fact let’s get you some juice or some shit.” Mickey says
getting up and pulling Ian with him. They head over to the kitchen and he opens
the fridge before bending to look inside. “Okay, he's got mango, peach and
apple. What do you want?”
Ian squeezes the round ass on display before letting out a deep sigh, knowing
he's not wining this one. “Apple.”
“Great.” Mickey removes the drink and stands up with a grin. “Now get your hand
off my ass.”
“You mean my ass?” Ian teases.
 Placing the bottle of juice on the counter, Mickey shakes his head before
patting Ian twice on the cheek and walking back out the kitchen.
“You guys okay?” Cade walks in and almost bumps into Mickey.
“Yeah man,” Mickey explains. “Just, no more alcohol for him.” Ian rolls his
eyes before pouring himself a glass of the apple juice. “What the fuck is
this?” he turns around from the sound of Mickey's voice to find his boyfriend
bending to pick up a piece of paper from the floor. He tosses it in the air two
seconds later then walks away.
Ian frowns and tilts his head before walking forward and reaching Cade with two
quick strides. He pushes the other boy roughly till his back hits the open
door. “What the fuck was that?”
“What?” Cade frowns.
“When Mickey was bent over you checked out his ass.” Ian growls angrily.
“I didn’t. I wasn’t. I didn’t.”
Ian grabs Cade’s t-shirt and bangs him against the door again. He breathes
loudly. Intense possessiveness and anger takes over him and he bangs the brown
haired man –again- against the door. This time harder so his head hurts.
“Ian, stop.”
“Cade, you even think about…” Ian licks his lips and chuckles bitterly. “I will
end you.”
“Ian, listen to me. I wasn’t checking him out, I would never.” Cade quickly
says. “He asked what that was and I looked down to see what he was talking
about. I did not check him out.”
Ian narrows his eyes at him. “Our friendship ends today if you’re lusting after
Mickey.”
“I'm not. I swear to you, I don’t like Mickey like that.”
Ian lets go of Cade’s t-shirt and straightens it, the honesty in the other boy
making him think maybe he is drunker than he thought. “I'm sorry, I thought I
saw you…”
“It's okay.” Cade assures.
Ian chuckles embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I'm drunk. I'm sorry.”
Cade laughs too and pats Ian's shoulder. “It's over, it's done.” he says before
walking back to the living room.
Ian nods before shaking his head. He gets jealous too easily. How could he
think that Cade of all people…? He shakes his head again before going back to
the counter and taking his drink.
 
                    ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`
 
Ian rotates the ring on his middle finger nervously. He looks up at the fully
occupied bleachers to find Mickey nodding encouragingly. He takes a deep breath
as his nervousness slowly leaves him. He's got this.
He's got this.
All the benches are full and the field is packed from both students and
families from both teams. Ian feels like this is their biggest game yet. Dean
runs by him and pats his back before getting into position. The coach gives him
a thumbs up and Ian hears the whistle goes off.
 
                    ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`
 
“Are you scared? ‘Cause I would be.” Dillon says as he takes off his jacket.
Jack and one of his other guys grab each of Jason’s hands tightly so he doesn’t
get away. “I don’t know what made you think you could rape my girlfriend but
you fucked with the wrong guy.” He says dangerously.
Mandy hugs herself where she's leaning against Dillon's car, taking in the
scene before her. It's after dark, the game had ended on a high note since the
home team had won even though not by much. The opposing team had been just as
good and even though it had been a close call, their team had won by three
points. It was 6:30PM by the time the game ended and Dillon had not hesitated
in grabbing Jason.
Mandy had wanted to come and now here they were in some big open field in the
middle of fucking nowhere.
“Look, I apologize. I should have never touched her. I should…” Jason starts
coughing when the wind gets knocked out of him once Dillon punches his stomach
hard. The guys lift him up so he's standing straight again.
“You were saying?” Dillon asks. 
“I'm sorry.” Jason whispers repentantly looking at Mandy. Their eye contact
just reminds her of what happened and she finds herself shivering from the bad
memory.
Dillon goes for the face the second time around where he keeps punching until
Jason starts bleeding. After a few punches more Dillon grabs a baseball bat and
aims straight for Jason’s stomach and kneecaps and legs. It goes on for a while
till Mandy has to look away. When she hears her boyfriend breathing hard she
turns to find Jason swaying, about to drop.
When they finally let him go he drops to the group bloody and weak. Mandy is
not ashamed to admit she enjoys seeing him in this position. His face is black
and blue and blood is oozing from his nose and left ear. It's going to take a
while before he recovers.
Dillon squats and presses on Jason’s swollen left cheek. The latter winces.
“That will teach you not to try and rape girls.” He then turns to his guys.
“Drop him off.”
Mandy sniffs and hugs her boyfriend as soon as he's near her. He hugs her back
before opening the door for her and she gets in.
 
                    ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`
 
“What do you think they’re doing to him?” Ian asks as they pull back the covers
on the bed.
Mickey sighs. “Beating him to a pulp probably.”
Ian lets out a wince. “Yaikes.” He removes his t-shirt and sweats before
crawling in. “Sometimes I forget Dillon can be as violent as you if not more.”
“Yeah.” Mickey concurs getting in too. “Especially with Jack and the guys who
are ready to do whatever he says.”
Ian chuckles lightly. “Remember a time when you were so against Mandy dating
Dillon?”
Mickey scratches his cheek and lies facing Ian. “I don’t even know why I felt
that way man. Just some overprotective bullshit.”
Ian places a hand on Mickey's waist under the covers. “It's not bullshit.” He
whispers softly. “You care about her and would do anything for her.”
“I care about you and would do anything for you too.” Mickey says making Ian
smile happily.
“I know. Me too.”
“So, your stupid spirit week is over.”
“It wasn’t my spirit week.”
“You were one of those in charge.”
“Still doesn’t make it mine.” Ian says pinching Mickey's ass.
“Careful. You said you were exhausted so don’t start sum’n you can't finish.”
Ian shakes his head before snuggling even closer towards Mickey. “I can't
believe we’ll be doing finals soon, then celebrate Lip’s graduation, and the
year will be over.”
“What do you want for Christmas?” Mickey asks.
“You.” Ian replies immediately.
“Apart from me idiot. You’ll always have me.”
Ian laughs before yawning. He's exhausted and he's comfortable in Mickey's
arms, he can feel himself drifting. “I love you Mick.”
Mickey pecks the red hair and caresses Ian's firm back. “I love you too
firecrotch.” He says quietly. “Will love you for a very long fucking time.” He
adds. He listens to Iggy and their mother walk into the house laughing loudly.
He hears the door close and he pulls Ian even closer. “You wanna get wasted
tomorrow?” he asks. “To celebrate.” He doesn’t get an answer. He bends his head
to find Ian already fast asleep. “Fucker.” He whispers before pecking the red
hair again.
Mickey shuts his eyes and lets Ian’s soft breathing calm him to sleep. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     as usual, i know nothing about any kind of sport so i left that part
     out.
     Asante for reading!! sorry for keeping you waiting! Mwah!!
***** Chapter 38 *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay listen up.
     at the end notes i will summarize the entire chapter. that way if you
     offend easily (offend not trigger) you can just wait for the next
     one. so.... cash you at the end notes.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"So Sarah asked me if we could be friends." Mandy hands Ian a can of beer
before dropping next to him on the couch. 
Ian scoffs. "People don't ask that." 
"Apparently the bitch does." 
"Why is she a bitch again?" 
Mandy shrugs. "Honestly, I don't know. Mick doesn't like her." 
"What?" Ian frowns. "Since when and why?" 
"Since when and why what?" Mickey walks into the living room and kisses Ian
before jumping over the couch and sitting in the middle. 
"Mands says you don't like Sarah." 
Mickey splutters a few times before grabbing Ian's beer and sipping on it. 
"Why?" Ian asks. 
"She was hitting on you!" 
Ian looks at Mickey incredulously. "What the fuck! When?" Ian questions. "I
have only interacted with her like..." He thinks about it. "Once." 
Mickey scoffs and makes to get up. Ian grabs his hand and pulls him back down.
"She was hitting on you I'm not stupid." 
Ian is about to protest when Mandy concurs up. "She was." 
"What?" How did Ian miss this? 
"She told me." Mandy continues. 
"She what!" Mickey exclaims. 
"But she's not anymore." Mandy adds hurriedly. "She only thought he was hot but
that's it. She understands he's gay and that Gallavich lives or whatever." She
waves her brother off. 
"So now you're defending her." Mickey glares at Mandy. "You best friends,
now?" 
"No." Mandy places her feet on the table. "But would it be so bad if she became
my friend?"
"Yeah Mick, even Mandy needs girlfriends." 
Mickey chuckles and shakes his head. "Okay Mandy. While you're at it, why don't
you fucking befriend Avery too." 
"Don't you dare!" Ian shouts. 
"Case and fucking point." Mickey heads to the kitchen for another beer. 
Mandy glares at Ian. "So what are you saying?" 
Ian scratches his hair then peaks into the kitchen. "Do what you need to do.
I'll handle Mickey." 
Mandy shakes her head. "You two are ridiculous." 
"Really?" 
"Yeah, really." 
"Okay, so if a guy hit on Dillon you wouldn't have a problem with it?" 
"No. 'Cause Dillon's not gay!" Mandy says laughing. "Just like you and Mickey
aren't straight so this jealousy over girls," she laughs harder. "is
ridiculous." 
"Okay, fuck off." Ian pushes her playfully. "It still hurts, alright?" He
continues. "Someone wanting what's yours, regardless of whether they have a
vagina or a dick. They're moving in on what's yours and it gets to you." 
"Even when you know Mickey would never cheat on you?" 
"It's not Mickey I don't trust. It's the people who hit on him." Ian explains.
"And I will always put them in their place." 
"Mmm..." Mandy hums and leans back. "What the fuck happened to Mickey?" 
"I'm making lunch for your lazy asses!" He shouts from the kitchen making Ian
and Mandy laugh.
Ian heads to the kitchen and immediately wraps his hands around his boyfriend.
“So thoughtful.” He mumbles against Mickey's neck.
“Things I do for your ginger ass.”
“You love my ass.”
“I do.” Mickey admits. “A whole fucking lot.”
“Haven’t had it in a while.” Ian says quietly. Mickey grins still stirring the
beef in the pot. “You love taking it, huh?”
“I do.” Mickey laughs. “Stop that.” He slaps Ian's hands away where it was
going dangerously close to his crotch. “But I also love giving it to you.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah. You get so fucking vocal and it turns me on so fucking much.”
“I'm always vocal though.” Ian giggles.
“Not like when you bottom.” Mickey says.
“Aaah.” Ian sways them. “Kind of like when you bottom.”
Mickey is about to deny it when he remembers Ian proved it to him when he
recorded him at the dugouts. “Whatever.”
Ian pulls away from Mickey to sit on the counter. Mickey starts to miss his
touch. He doesn’t say it though. “I wanna  take a drive.”
Mickey scoffs. “A drive?” he scoops some soup and blows on it before feeding
it  to Ian.
“U-huh.” Ian says as soon as he swallows. “That’s good babe.” He compliments
then continues. “Like, wanna party outside of the Southside.”
“I could ask Dillon. He might know somewhere.”
“Good. Need a change of scenery.” Mickey nods before grabbing three plates and
placing them on the counter. “I can't wait for us to get our own place.” Ian
says.
Mickey smiles. “Why is that?”
Ian shrugs. “Don’ know, we’ve been surrounded by family all our lives. Don’t
you think it would be nice to be just us?”
“I do.” Mickey agrees. “We’re moving as soon as we finish high school.”
“We are?”
“Yeah. I have specific money saved aside for that.”
Ian tilts his head, his gaze endearing. It makes Mickey blush. “You thought
that far ahead?”
“’Course I did.” Mickey glares at him even though he's still smiling. “What
kind of boyfriend do you think I am?”
“Considerate for sure.” Mickey plates the food and gestures for Ian to help him
carry one. Ian gets off the counter and grabs Mickey's arm. “Wait.”
“What?” Mickey asks patiently as he wraps his hands around Ian's waist.
Ian kisses his forehead. “You gotta let Mandy be friends with Sarah. She can't
have just male friends.”
Mickey sighs. “Is she sure that’s who she wants to be-“
“Yes, she's sure. Come on.”
“You're being a fucking hypocrite right now, I hope you know that.”
“I know.” Ian says softly caressing Mickey's cheek. “But then again Sarah has
never kissed me, has never tried to steal  me from you, and isn’t obsessed with
me. Unlike you know who.”
Mickey nods. “Fine. She can be friends with her.”
“See? Considerate.” Ian says.
“Fuck off.”
Ian laughs loudly before taking two of the plates and heading back to the
living room.
 
 
                     •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
 
 
 "Why don't you have a girlfriend?" Ian asks Cade. "Or boyfriend." 
They're seated under a tree passing weed. After lunch the group had decided to
go for a drive. They were hanging out in an open field with the rest playing
soccer while Ian and Dillon watch them. 
"I don' like commitment." Cade replies casually. 
Ian scoffs. "Dude, you're rich, attractive and when you were still in school
people were practically fawning over you. It doesn't make sense!" 
"I... Shit." Cade says. "I'm not celibate if that'll get you to calm down,
Jesus. I have sex. I just don't date." 
Ian glances at Cade. "Right." 
"Hey." Cade places a hand on his thigh. "You okay? Is this still about
Mickey?" 
Ian shakes his head. "No, I believe you." 
Cade pulls his hand back and takes a deep breath. "Okay how about this. I do
find Mickey attractive, but," Cade adds quickly when Ian's shoulders go rigid.
"I would never step on your territory like that." Ian nods. "Not without
permission anyway." He finishes with a chuckle. 
"Keep dreaming man." Ian lights another joint. 
They both laugh when Mandy trips Mickey and he falls down. He immediately
starts chasing her around and Ian is just glad to be the one seated and
watching Mickey play for once. 
 "Hey, ever tried some E?"
"E like ecstasy?" 
"Sure. Want some?" Ian nods. "Open wide." he does as told and Cade places the
green pill on his tongue. "In for a wild time." 
 
                     •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
 
         The following weeks fly by and before they know it, it's Lip's
graduation and they're breaking for the holidays.  
 
There's a huge party at the Gallagher house that goes for an entire weekend
because schools are closed and no one has to be anywhere. Except Ian who still
tries to show up to work as much as he can. By the time Tuesday is rolling
around Ian feels like a freaking zombie. He calls work and thankfully Linda
lets him stay home because he doesn’t usually miss work.
.
Two weeks after schools have closed, the guys gather at the Milkovich house
drinking in Ian and Mickey's room because mama Milkovich is around. She's
unwell so they're trying to keep it down. Dillon came over with several bottles
of Jack, Dillon brought some coke and Mickey got the good weed from Iggy. And
just like that, there was a party in Mickey's room.
“Shit.” Dillon curses after doing another line. “This shit is amazing.”
“I never go for anything less.” Cade boasts.
Ian doesn’t indulge but he gives Mickey a nod that assures him he’ll be fine
with it if he wants to do it.
Dillon has only been doing shots since they started drinking so it makes sense
he would pass out first. “Shit guys, need to lie down.” He says as he staggers
towards the couch.
Ian laughs. “Dude, your girlfriend’s room is like two doors down.”
“Right.” Dillon says heading towards the door. “Right.”
Ian giggles then he shuts up thinking it came out too sharp for his liking.
When it's just the three of them Cade gets off the couch and joins them on the
bed. Ian is lying across the foot of the bed, while Mickey leans on the
headboard. So the only space available is next to Mickey. So Cade gets on the
bed and leans on the headboard too. Ian watches as Mickey and Cade sniff some
more of the powder and he lies on his stomach so he can reach for one of the
bottles beside the bed.
“Yo Ian, I got you something.” Cade says crawling towards him.
Ian raises an eyebrow and watches as the other boy checks his pockets. “What?”
“Open.”
Ian grins knowingly and lets Cade place the pill on his tongue. “The fuck was
that?” Mickey asks.
“E.” Ian offers.
“Want some?” Cade asks.
Mickey shakes his head no. He is already high enough as it is from the booze,
weed and coke.
The more they drink the hotter it gets and Ian finds himself taking off his t-
shirt so he's left in just his sweats. “How you feeling babe?” he asks.
“C’mere.” Mickey says stretching out his hand.
Ian sits up with effort and crawls towards his boyfriend. Mickey pecks him on
the lips three times before announcing he is going to take a shower. “Too
fucking hot in here.” He grabs a towel and disappears out the door.

“Man, this always feels so good.” Cade says.
“What does?” Ian asks blinking up at Cade where he's lying on his back.
“Everything.”
Ian scoffs. “You're making, no sense.”
“Yeah I am. You're just too high to understand.” Cade laughs and Ian joins in.
“So you're just not going to finish school?” Ian asks.
“What for? I'm still gonna get a job either way.”
Ian spreads out his arms. “An example of how fair life is ladies and
gentlemen!”
“Shut up.”
Ian is about to retort when Mickey comes back to the room looking sexy as all
fuck. His hair is dripping wet, the water cascading down his toned chest and
disappearing to where he's wrapped a towel around his chest.
“Demn.”  Ian and Cade observe but Ian is too busy getting turned on to notice
that Cade is ogling Mickey just as much as he is if not more. Both boys can't
take their eyes off Mickey.
Mickey watches as Ian's eyes grow darker with desire and he gets instantly
horny for his boyfriend. He finds himself getting on the bed and crawling
towards him. Ian sees Mickey come towards him and he sits down settling his
back on the headboard.  Mickey straddles him and Ian's hands automatically wrap
around Mickey's waist. Both boys high and oblivious with desire, completely
forget there’s another person in the room. Ian slides his hands lower, taking
the towel with him till he's touching Mickey's naked ass. They start making
out, giving Cade an unpremeditated show while the latter watches silently
getting more turned on by the second.
 Kissing Ian is even more overwhelming today so Mickey pulls away to shake his
head, and take some of the high away. It doesn’t work so he goes back to
kissing Ian. Ian moans and pulls Mickey closer by his ass so he's seating on
his clothed crotch. They continue to express their desire for each other, the
kiss heating up and getting more intense by the minute. Soon Mickey reaches for
the lube and pulls out Ian's straining cock. He coats him generously before
situating himself on the dick he loves so much.
They both groan loudly as Ian gets buried inside Mickey's tightness. It's takes
longer than usual because Mickey hasn’t been prepped, but it still feels
incredible for both boys.
That’s when Cade can't take it anymore and his hands starts roaming. He touches
Ian's shoulder then moves even closer so he's kneeling behind Mickey and
caressing his neck, back and ass. He continues to touch him everywhere, his
motions slow and deliberate. Ian can see what's happening and doesn’t know why
he's letting him. Neither does Mickey. It must be all the drugs.
Mickey continues to bounce on Ian's dick completely slow. But none of them seem
to want it any faster. Ian just hisses and kisses him some more. That’s when
Cade speaks up.  
“I know you don’ wanna hear this Ian but, I really wanna fuck your boyfriend.”
Cade’s hands caressing Mickey all over feel so good. With Ian's dick inside
him, Ian's lips against his, the drugs in his system and the other boy’s
ministrations, Mickey is on cloud fucking nice. “Shit.” He curses. Without
breaking the kiss, he gets off Ian so he's kneeling between his boyfriend's
legs. He feels Cade squeeze his ass that’s now on display. Mickey gasps when he
feels the huge, hot head of Cade’s dick breach him.
Even in his drug clogged brain, for a second Mickey is worried that this is a
terrible mistake. What if Ian hates him after this?
It just feels so fucking good though as Cade slides slowly inside him. He moans
and grips Ian's shoulder tightly.
“Ian?” he calls wanting to be sure that his boyfriend is okay with this. That
he's still onboard.
Ian's not looking at Cade though, his eyes are fixed on Mickey's face. He's
watching him his look gentle and tender and Mickey's heart flatters. “Ian.” He
moans and shudders when Cade brushes against his prostate.
Cade soon speeds up and starts moving rhythmically Ian and out of Mickey. Ian
watches the pleasure on Mickey's face and he kisses him again as Mickey kisses
back fervently. Cade curls his fingers around Mickey's waist and begins to
thrust faster. Mickey arches his back to meet every thrust. “Fuck Ian. Fuck
baby!” he cries out.
“So fucking beautiful.” Cade moans.
Mickey groans and bites on Ian's bottom lip. His dick is so hard between his
legs, it feels amazing. It feels so good. It's different from Ian but still so
good. Ian caresses his cheek and Mickey opens his eyes. He wasn’t even aware
he’d been closing them. “I love you.” he whispers. Ian's eyes are still
exclusively on him and they're beautiful. Fuck Mickey loves him. All he can see
is Ian. It's not even about Cade right now. Cade who?
Ian is everything in this moment. And Mickey knows that he's everything to Ian
as well. So he kisses his boyfriend as Cade continues to move steadily inside
him. Cade who isn’t even a fucking factor right now, even though he's balls
deep inside Mickey. All that matters is Ian. Ian who is peppering kisses on his
neck and arms.
“So weird, but so fucking hot.” Ian says.
“Ian!” Mickey cries as Cade starts to slam repeatedly onto his prostate. “Fuck
baby gonna, gonna,” he clenches around Cade’s dick and calls out Ian's name a
few more times before coming on his clothed lap. He doesn’t once break Ian's
gaze. He however frowns too when he sees Ian frowning. “What? What?” he asks
breathlessly, worried. “Ian.” He prompts when the redhead doesn’t say anything.
Suddenly Ian seems to snap out of the trance as he completely sobers up.
 “Stop! Fucking stop!” he shouts before pulling away and getting out of the
bed.
The door bangs loudly as he leaves and Mickey sighs. Cade is still fucking into
him. “Cade stop.” He says. Cade doesn’t. Mickey huffs and pulls himself forward
so Cade’s dick slides out of him.
“Mickey.” Cade calls desperately trying to reach for him.
“You heard him, fucking stop!” Mickey shouts. He heads to the closet and pulls
open one of the drawers. Grabbing the first boxer shorts he finds, he quickly
puts them on before following Ian outside. His boyfriend is not in the living
room so Mickey gets out of the house. Sure enough Ian is outside taking deep
breaths.  “You okay babe?”
Ian starts pacing. “I'm sorry.” He shakes his head.
“No, don’t be. Just talk to me.” Mickey encourages his heart beating out of his
chest. He's so fucking scared right now he can't put in words.
“I couldn’t… I can't… shit.” Ian shakes off his hands. “I know you were
enjoying yourself but I couldn’t…”
“Shh…” Mickey grabs both his cheeks and makes Ian look at him. “It's okay, it's
alright.”
“Are you sure?” Ian asks just as worried as Mickey. They did what they did
together, he doesn’t want it to seem like he's blaming Mickey or anything of
the sort.
“Yes. What do you want Ian? Say it and it's done.”
“I want him gone.”  
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     -Mandy tells Ian about Sarah wanting to be friends.
     -Lip graduates
     - alot of Drug use
     -Mickey, Ian and Cade have a threesome, kinda (vividly described)
     that goes wrong. or ends wrong.
     umm... yeah that's it.
     i mostly just wanted to warn that Mickey and Ian get intimate with
     Cade. Even though it is in the tags.

     *hides*
***** Chapter 39 *****
Chapter Notes
     vividly described violences. nah, that doesn't sound right. violence
     has no plural so.... several instances of violence ahead.
“Done.” Mickey says quickly.
Ian starts pacing again. “Shit Mick, we just had unprotected sex with Cade!”
“Shit.” Mickey completely forgot about that. “I gotta get tested.”
“You do.”
“But we gotta kick him out first.”
Ian nods in agreement. Mickey starts walking towards the door but stops when
Ian doesn’t follow. “Ian?”
“You do it.” Ian says.
Mickey chews on his bottom lip. “Are we okay Ian?”
Ian nods vehemently. “Yeah, yeah. Of course.”
“Are we still going to be okay tomorrow?”
“Yes Mickey. I was there too, remember? Just get rid of him first.”
With a sigh and a deep inhale, Mickey goes back in. He walks into his room and
the fucker is still naked. “Why the fuck aren’t you dressed yet?” Mickey snaps
throwing Cade his pair of jeans that’s on the floor. “Get dressed and get the
fuck out.”
Cade scoffs as he gets off the bed. “Are you fucking serious? We were having
the time of our lives.” He chuckles bitterly. “Your sensitive boyfriend has a
hissy fit and that’s it?”
“Yes, now fucking leave Cade, please.” Mickey orders. “Fuck.” He mutters under
his breath. How the hell did this night turn out this way? He starts pacing as
Cade gets dressed.
Mickey is taken by surprise when Cade grabs his neck and pushes him against the
door. He slams the back of his head so hard he gets dizzy. “Listen to me,
Mickey,” Cade has a strong hold on him and Mickey has never thought before the
other boy could be stronger than him but he's proving so now. “We were having a
good time, you and I.” he says. “You liked me inside of you.” Cade continues.
Mickey doesn’t like the look in his eyes. It's so foreign, dangerous. He
doesn’t recognize the guy choking him right now. “You think you can just get an
orgasm from me and walk away? Where is my orgasm?”
“Ca…Cade… you…re…choking….me.”
Cade lets him go and Mickey realizes he’d been on his tippy toes. Fuck, when
did Cade get this fucking strong?
“I'm leaving.” Cade says. “But until you return the favor, this ain’t fucking
over.” He threatens before grabbing his jacket from the couch and walking out
the door. Mickey is left coughing, clasping his neck and trying to get his
breathing back on track.
.
It's really fucking cold, and Ian is just in his sweats just like he’d run out.
Oh, and his boyfriend’s jizz. Fuck, how did that happen? How did they allow
that to happen? How did he let Cade fuck Mickey? There are so many ‘hows’ in
Ian's head and he just can't fathom how he let someone else fuck his boyfriend.
Even if that guy is Cade their friend.
But one thing’s for sure. Ian never wants to see him again. He may have allowed
it, given consent even, but he doesn’t ever want Cade near him ever again. Near
Mickey. He looks up when the front door opens.
“Hey Ian.  What happened in there?” Cade smirks shrugging his jacket on.
“Thought we were having fun?”
Ian shifts uncomfortably and hugs himself against the cold. “Look Cade, it goes
without saying but our friendship is over.”
Cade frowns. A look of hurt passes through his face before it gets replaced by
anger. “You were there.” He growls.
“I know.” Ian says averting his eyes. “You can't come around. You can't talk to
me or Mickey. We are done.”
Cade laughs. “Well guess what Ian, you can't tell me what to fucking do.”
“Yes I can if it involves my boyfriend!” Ian shouts.
Cade laughs harder. Mockingly. “Your boyfriend.” He mutters before repeating
louder. “Your boyfriend? Do you always let other people fuck your boyfriend?”
“No.” Ian says tightly.
Cade presses a mocking hand to his chest. “Ow, I'm touched. But here’s the
thing Ian.” Cade takes a step towards him and his demeanor makes Ian take one
of his own back. “I've wanted to fuck Mickey, for a very long time. I finally
got to but you of course had to pussy out. So here’s what's gonna happen.” Cade
pokes Ian's chest with his fingers. “Either I finish what I started with
Mickey, or the both of you are going to regret it. How’s that sound?”
“It sounds fucking demented.”
Cade laughs throwing his head back. “Really now? You think so?” Cade smiles at
him. It makes Ian shiver, and not from the cold. “Well, try me.” The brown
haired boy kisses Ian's cheek, taking him by surprise before walking away in
reverse. “It goes without saying,” Cade mocks Ian's words from earlier. “but
that was a threat.”
Ian gets out of the cold before he freezes and heads into Mickey's room. He
grabs the blanket and wraps it around himself. He stayed in the cold too long.
He’s so busy warming himself that it takes a while for him to notice his
boyfriend is standing by the door frozen.
“Mick?”
Mickey looks at Ian with an expression the redhead can't read. “I think we
might have misread the kind of person Cade is.” Mickey says.
“Shit. Your neck Mick, what the fuck!” Ian sheds the blanket to step forward
and inspect Mickey's neck.
“Cade.”
“HE CHOKED YOU!” Ian exclaims, shocked. But then he thinks about the
conversation he just had outside with the guy and it makes sense. “He's a
fucking psycho.” Ian licks his lips anxiously. “He said, he said he wants you
to finish fucking him or we’ll both regret it.”
“I know.” Mickey says rubbing his neck and taking a seat on the bed. “Pretty
much told me the same thing.”
“Well, what are we gonna do? Because tonight’s not getting a fucking repeat!”
“Calm down Ian, I wouldn’t let him touch me again.”
“So what are we going to do?”
Mickey takes Ian's hand when he seats next to him on the bed. “Well first, we
will go to bed. Then tomorrow, I'll go get tested. After that we’ll know what
to do next.”
“Don’t you have to wait like three months to get tested?”
“I don’t fucking care I wanna… shit. How did we let this happen Ian?”
“Must have been all the drugs babe. I'm sorry.”
“Don’t… fucking apologise. I was there too.”  
 
    *                    ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
 
 
Charles is walking home from school. He still holds some resentment towards
Mickey, and he would have felt so much better if the bad body would have been
the one who’d gotten expelled. But now that fuck Cade had to step in and take
the fall. Dammit. He deserves to be expelled too. Serves him right for putting
his nose in other people’s business.
Charles has just taken the second corner after the Kash n Grab when he feels a
sharp pain on the back of his head before seeing black.
.
When he wakes up again he's in a basement, with his hands tied behind his back.
He has no idea how and why he got here. And even though he's Southside he can
feel the fear kicking in.
“Hello Charles.”
“Cade.”
“Yes, Cade. You wanna tell me why you thought it would be a good idea to get
Mickey expelled?”
“I didn’t.”
“Then what the fuck was that? You deliberately got him in trouble. You knew
what would happen if you insulted Mandy. So why do it?”
“Because I hate him!”
“Yeah, well big mistake!” Cade starts rotating the knife in his hands.
“What… what are you going to do with that?” Charles swallows.
“I would have loved to punch you in the face a few times but Mickey already
took care of that. So this is all I can do.”
“Cade please let me go.” Charles cries. “Please. I will apologise. Is that what
you want?”
“Ugh.” Cade says before driving the knife slowly in Charles’ chest, avoiding
his heart. The latter cries out in pain. “Aaah. Nice.”
Charles can feel the tears running down his face and he can't remember the last
time he cried. He looks at the knife in his chest and he cries some more.
“Stop, please. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it.”
“You shouldn’t, HAVE HURT MICKEY!” Cade yells.
“I hurt Mickey?!”  Charles looks at Cade like he's gone mad which he clearly
has. “He hurt me! And I still didn’t rat him out!”
Cade groans again before pulling out the knife and stabbing Charles on the
other side. “Shut up!” he shouts sweat dripping down his covered forehead.
“Shut up,” he says much more quietly. “or I won't get you medical attention and
you will bleed out right here in this basement.”
Charles nods repeatedly and pulls his lips together tightly. The pain in his
chest is unfathomable and he feels like he's going to pass out. “Okay, okay.
I'll keep quiet just please stop.” He cries out even louder when the knife gets
pulled out again.
“Now.” Cade stands up. “What will you tell the doctors and the police when I
drop you off at the hospital?” he questions. “What happened to you?”
“I… I…” Charles stammers. Cade steps forward again with the knife and he yells,
“I got mugged!” he cries. “I got mugged. I got mugged they fucking robbed me!”
he swallows. “They took all my shit and stabbed me,” he sniffs. “twice.” He
looks up at Cade and repeats, “I got mugged.” He repeats more quietly. Anything
to not die before his time. “I got mugged.”
“Good.”
 
    *                    ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
 
“Nice ass.” Cade grabs Mickey's ass and the latter jumps. “I've missed it.
Missed you.” Mickey glares at him.
“Back the fuck off or I'll break your fucking face.”
“You're so sexy when you're angry.” Cade moans making Mickey cringe.
After a lot of deliberation, Mickey and Ian had decided to meet and reason with
Cade. His threat had seemed real. And it was clear they were dealing with the
real Cade. And the real Cade seemed to be clinically insane. Or a sadist.
Either way, they weren’t looking to mess with him. They were at a gas station-
Ian's idea for it to be a public place- and Mickey was watching Ian pump the
gas which is how Cade was able to sneak up on him.
“Fuck you.” Mickey breathes before throwing a punch that Cade avoids expertly.
He laughs throwing his head back and his hair swings back and forth. “Now you
hate me when days ago you were begging for my cock.” Cade says grabbing said
crotch.
“Don’t make me kick your fucking ass Cade. ‘Cause I fucking will.” Ian steps in
front of Mickey protectively.
That’s cute. “Cade goes to touch Ian's chin but the redhead slaps his hand
away. Cade sighs heavily. “What do you two want?”
“We want to know what it is you really want so you can leaves us alone.” Ian
speaks up.
Cade frowns. “I already told you what I want. I want him.” he points at Mickey
his face serious.
“C’mon man,” Ian tries. “Let’s talk man to man, alright? Tell us what it is you
really want from us and it's done.”
Cade tilts his head at Ian. “Do I look fucking stupid to you?” his face is back
to looking the way it did the other night. Like he is capable of anything. Ian
shakes his head no. “Do I look like a guy who gets confused often?”
“No.”
“Okay then. I tasted Mickey, and now I want more. It's as simple as that.” Cade
shrugs. “Other than that there's nothing else I’d want from you really.” He
scoffs.   
“Make some fucking sense man.” Mickey says.
Cade quickly grabs Ian, puts an arm around his neck and turns him around so
they're both facing Mickey. He then reaches behind him and pulls out a knife.
He trails it from Ian's elbow to his wrist. Mickey's heart beat accelerates as
he watches what Cade is doing. He looks like he's capable of slashing Ian's
wrist. He looks around the station but of course it's empty.
Cade digs hard on the side of Ian's upper hand, just above his elbow and the
redhead winces. His eyes looking straight at Mickey's, he digs in deeper.
Mickey takes a step towards them. “Ah, ah, ah.” Cade chastises by digging the
knife deeper. He then cuts down Ian's arm and the latter cries out loudly.
“Fucking stop!” Mickey yells desperately.
“What's it gonna be Mickey?” Cade prompts. “I got you your orgasm, you
returning the favor or not?”
“I… I… shit. Just let him go Cade. Let him go and we’ll talk about this.”
Mickey says watching the blood cascade down Ian's arm.
“Is everything alright here?” a stranger walks towards them. He's an old short
man that Mickey is extremely grateful for because Cade does let Ian go. He
pulls his boyfriend towards him and shield’s him with his body. The man sees
Ian is bleeding and he turns to look at Cade. “I'm calling nine one one.”
Cade punches his lights out with one hit. The three of them watch the old guy
drop before Cade turns to look at them again. “I'm not willing to play this
game for too long Mickey. So you better have an answer for me soon.” He puts
the bloody knife in his back pocket and walks away.
Mickey has never wanted to have a gun in his hand more than it that moment.
“Next time we meet him we’re bringing your brothers.” Ian says grabbing onto
his arm painfully.
“Shit. I'm so sorry babe.”
“It's fine.” Ian starts walking and the act itself is excruciating. “It's not
okay. it's not okay. We should talk to Dillon.”
“Yeah. They grew up together. He has to know something.” Mickey agrees helping
Ian into his seat. He kisses Ian once on the cheek and closes the passenger
door. “Let’s get you to a fucking hospital.” Mickey says getting in the
driver’s seat.
“Nah, it’s not too bad. Vee can deal with this.”
Mickey holds Ian's cheek. “You sure?”
“Yeah.” Ian nods before pressing their lips together. “I'm sure.”
 
    *                    ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
 
Casper Duncan walks away from the group of friends feeling so embarrassed it’s
unbelievable. A guy like the redhead has to have a boyfriend. What possessed
him to even think it would be okay to approach him? Shit, he probably has
several boyfriends.
Casper sighs forlornly. He is so dreamy. He thinks. That tall redhead is
everything he's ever physically wanted in a man. His hair, his body, his
football skills, he is the whole fucking package. And with those feet and that
height, he has to be packing. He sighs again. Why are all the hot ones taken?
He rejoins the team and he listens to them trash talk their opponents but he
feels everything they're saying about the captain –because he totally has to be
the captain- is wrong. He is perfect. After the group has been dismissed Cade
excuses himself and goes into the unfamiliar school building to use the
bathroom. It's when he's leaving that he gets cornered at the door by the guy
he recognizes as the redhead’s boyfriend.
He has this angry, jealous glint in his eye and Casper once again feels the
need to apologise. “Hi.” He says slowly. Shit, even the guy’s boyfriend is to
die for. It's not fair that such two beautiful people are together. it's just
not fair.
“What gave you the audacity to hit on my boyfriend? What made you think you
could look at him, or talk to him or even fucking shake his hand?”
“It was my mistake and I apologise. You know how this things are. You crush on
someone and you can't think straight.” That’s when the first punch comes.
“Shit! I said I was sorry!”
“And you think that’s enough?” the guys asks angrily.
“No, and I...” second punch. “Please I...” third punch. Fourth and fifth. The
last one hits so hard Casper sees stars. He lifts his hands in surrender. “I
apolo…” he doesn’t finish because he gets two consecutive punches to his
stomach. Casper finds himself dropping to the ground.
“Get up!” the guy commands and Casper does so obediently, albeit slowly.
He hasn’t stood for two seconds before the guy is kicking one of his legs and
Casper goes down again, this time with a throbbing left leg. “I'm sorry.” He
whispers with swollen lips.
“This will teach you never to invade a territory you don’t understand.” The guy
punches him again near his left eye and once more on his stomach.
Casper now completely weak lays on the cold floor. He can't see clearly but he
can make out the guy walking out of the bathrooms, leaving him there to will
his pain away.
“Fuck.” Casper curses hating his confidence today.
He doesn’t even know where that came from. He's not usually like that. And now
look where that had gotten him. Lesson fucking learnt.  
 
    *                    ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
 
“Can't believe he really cut my arm.” Ian says that night as they get in bed.
“I'm scared Mick.”
Mickey nods in understanding. “He's fucking crazy man.
“Yeah. So what do we do? He seems dead set on fucking you again.”
“This is blackmail Ian. It may not be about money, but they always ask for
more.” he says. “Even after getting what they ask for they always come back for
more.”
“Shit.” Ian rubs a hand across his face feeling exhausted. “So what do we do?”
“I honestly do not know Ian. I don’ fucking know.”
***** Chapter 40 *****
Chapter Notes
     3:00am, sleepy. but i'll be working all weekend n i didn't want to
     leave y'all without an update so... enjoy!!!
     Lots of dialogue in this chapter guys!!!
 They're lying in bed. 
Both boys staring at each other in silence. Ian is drawing invisible patterns
on the one pillow they're sharing. It's the next morning after the
confrontation gone wrong with Cade. They're supposed to be going to school but
their mom isn't around so they're not doing it. 
Mickey keeps looking at Ian wondering what he's thinking. He knows that Ian
isn't mad he fucked Cade, he was there after all and they both allowed it. But
at the back of his mind, Mickey can't help but wonder. He can't help but think
that it could get to Ian. He didn't even touch Cade and Mickey all but begged
for it. Even if his mind was consumed by Ian at the time.  
So since the incident he doesn't like when Ian goes quiet. He doesn't like when
Ian is thinking too much. Because Mickey assumes he's thinking about the not so
threesome. But then again he doesn't want to ask Ian if he's okay with what
happened. Because if he's trying to forget about the incident, then Mickey will
remind him that someone else has been inside him. 
Mickey thinks thirty minutes or maybe an hour goes by where none of them have
said anything. 
"Ian." He calls. Finally the green eyes he's ridiculously in love with look at
him. "What are you thinking?" 
Ian lies on his back and stretches. He winces and grasps his injured arm. "A
lot." 
"Like what?" 
He shrugs in his slanting position. "I don't know Mick." He lies back in his
former position and faces Mickey. "Cade. Mostly." 
"Yeah." Mickey concurs. 
"It sucks." He says softly. 
"That he's putting us through this bullshit?" Mickey licks his lips. "Yeah." 
Ian blinks at him. "That I'm not your only anymore." 
Mickey swallows. So he was thinking about what happened after all. "What?" 
"First kiss." Ian traces Mickey's bottom lip. "First blow and hand job, first
time. It has always been us." He says with a soft smile. "Has always been me." 
"You still want to fuck me though, right?" Mickey can't help but ask. “Still
wanna be with me even though you're not my only, anymore?” he just knows his
insecurity is in his face and voice.
Ian frowns at him. "Nothing can make me not ever want to fuck you babe." Ian
presses closer so his breath fans Mickey's face. 
"But," Mickey starts. "it bothers you that he fucked me." 
"Of course it does." Ian replies honestly and Mickey panics. "But I don't blame
you. I would never blame you. We were fucking out of it. Any other guy who's
truly a friend," he says his face forming an angry frown. "he would have walked
out. Let us be. A real friend wouldn't have joined us. But he's wanted to fuck
you for too long. And the fucking psycho wasn't gonna… miss an opportunity." 
"Shit." Mickey says blinking back tears. He kinda wants to change the topic.
But he doesn't. They need to talk about this and it's better to get it out of
the way now. 
"Don't think for a second I blame you Mick. I don't. I still love you. Every
part of you.” Ian squeezes his ass gently to prove his point. But then winces
since he used his injured hand. Mickey rubs it gently as Ian continues. “You're
still the same Mickey you've always been. And I would make love to you right
now if things weren't as fucked up."  
Mickey feels like a weight just lifted off his chest. He finds himself taking
deep breathes of relief. Ian still loves him. Ian doesn't think he's tainted
now. Damaged. And that makes him feel fucking amazing. 
“Or if my hand didn’t ache like a motherfucker.” Ian adds with a laugh.
Mickey smiles back at his boyfriend happily. Because the goofy redhead is his
life and Mickey can't take him of all people looking at him differently. 
"Did you call Dillon?" Ian asks putting a hand inside Mickey's vest to caress
his stomach. “My love?”
Mickey shakes his head at his contact name that rarely comes into play. "Yeah.
He and Mandy will come around lunch. They're in class." 
"Did she move to the North side? She's never around anymore." 
Mickey scoffs before chuckling. "His mum loves her or some shit." 
Ian smiles happily. "That's nice." He then gasps and Mickey sits up worried.
“What?”
 "Mickey, Mickey, Mickey."
"What?”
 “The old guy. We forgot about the old guy.”
“What old guy?” What's Ian going on about? “Ow!” he shouts when Ian slaps him
on the arm.
“The one who saved us? How can you forget babe! How could I forget? If it
weren’t for him Cade would have probably torn off my arm!”
“Shit.” Mickey says then laughs. “He's fine.”
“We are assholes.”
“Cade’s the asshole.”
Ian doesn’t disagree.
 
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“You guys are being weird.” Mandy says.
Ian, Mickey, Mandy and Dillon are in the Milkovich living room seated across
each other. Lunch had come and gone but the couple still hadn’t come around. So
Ian had called Mandy telling her it was an emergency and the two had rushed
here very fast. Now the four of them were seated awkwardly because Ian and
Mickey are radiating a weird vibe. She shifts in her seat waiting for her
brother and best friend to speak up. The more they don’t speak the more Mandy
dreds what they're about to say.
“You're kinda making me nervous Mickey Mick.” Dillon rubs his hands together.
“Why isn’t Cade here?”
“NO!” Ian and Mickey shout simultaneously making the couple flinch.
“What the fuck!” Mandy exclaims. “What did… did he do something?” she asks
suspiciously.
Ian exhales. “Yes.”
“What do you mean?” Dillon asks. He doesn’t sound defensive, just curious.
“Umm,” Mickey clears his throat and Ian holds the small of his back
comfortingly. “Dillon you’ve known him all your life, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Of course he does babe, they're cousins.” Ian says quietly.
“Well, more like brothers.” Dillon says. “Our mothers are best friends so we
grew up together.”
“You're not related?” Mickey asks.
“No but we might as well be. What's this about?” Dillon’s brow creases with a
deep frown.
Ian waits for Mickey to continue but he doesn’t so he picks up where his
boyfriend left off. “Something happened and now everything has gone to shit.”
“What, happened? Guys just spit it out, please. You're scaring us.” Mandy urges
them impatiently. She's done running in circles.
“Cade threatened us. Like he's gone fucking psycho all over sudden and we don’t
know what he's going to do. We don’t know how he's going to carry out his
threat.”
Dillon scoffs then chuckles. “You guys are afraid of Cade?” he looks at Mandy.
“Are you hearing this?” Mandy is chewing on her bottom lip hard, gaining the
attention of all three boys. “Mands.”
“I think Cade is the reason Charles left.” She says in one breath.
“What the fuck?” Mickey asks.
“I have no proof but I think he’s the one who landed him in hospital.”
“Guys. Stop!” Dillon stands up. “Cade is not that fucking violent. What is
this?”
Mandy stands up too. “He beat the shit out of Casper Douglas.”
“Who the fuck is that?” Mickey asks.
“Why do we care about a dude called Douglas?” Ian adds.
“After that game a few months ago. That guy who came to hit on you but you told
him you weren’t single and he left?” Ian nods. “Well I found him after school
bleeding and badly wounded. And he told me it was Cade.” she turns to her
boyfriend. “So yeah, I believe he would threaten them.”
“Why would he beat that guy up? It makes no fucking sense.” Dillon shakes his
head.
Ian slumps against the couch and rubs his face. If Dillon doesn’t know about
Cade’s dangerous side he can't help them. He is just as shocked as they were,
even more.
“He told him he was Ian's boyfriend and that Casper was out of fucking line.”
Mandy explains.
Dillon starts sweating and he takes back his seat next to Mandy. “Shit.” He
rubs his hair and looks at Ian and Mickey his eyes switching back and forth
between them before landing on Mickey. “Why is he after you?”
“He needs something.” Mickey clears his throat.
“What?” Mandy squints her eyes suspiciously.
Mickey sighs heavily. “Me, alright?”
“Dammit.” Mandy curses.
“You don’t seem surprised by that either. What the fuck Mandy?!” Ian barks at
her.
“Why did he snap?” Mandy asks instead sensing there's more. “He's wanted Mick
for a while. Why is he doing this now?”
“WHAT?” Dillon whisper shouts. “What the hell is happening?!”
Mandy ignores her boyfriend so she can watch Ian and Mickey instead. There's
something they're not telling them. “Guys.”
“We fucked him!” Ian blurts out.
 
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Dillon stands up and takes off his coat. He paces back and forth and they let
him. He stops to look at Ian and Mickey then paces again. “I just… I gotta…
okay wait.” He takes a deep breath. “You had a threesome with Cade after I left
the room. In which he fucked you Mick and Ian let him. I just, I… you guys
don’t get how insane this shit is.” He takes another deep breath. “Okay so
apparently my best friend’s ass is the best he's ever had and now he's fucking
obsessed.” He stops pacing and looks at the three of them watching him
intently. “Fucking Cade! My….
Shit. Cade is so obsessed, he drove a knife in Ian's arm. That is… that is…” he
waves his arms around. “I feel like I don’t even know him. The three of you
aren’t lying, I know that for sure. But you have to understand that this is
fucking surreal to me!”
“We get that baby we do! We understand. But look at them!” she points at Ian
and Mickey. “Look at my brother! When was the last time you saw him scared of
anyone? He's your best friend, right?”
“Shit.” Dillon picks up his jacket again. “I have to talk to him. I'll call you
guys.” And he's out the door.
“First Leslie and now Cade. Mickey why you gotta attract people off their
fucking meds?” Mandy gets up and walks towards the kitchen.  
 
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“Ian and Mickey forever.” Ian says. “I and M forever.” He repeats. He's taken
off his ring and is reading off of it. He's in their bed with only his boxers,
rotating the piece of jewel in his hands.
“The fuck are you doing?” Mickey asks joining him.
“I feel like we've gotten in so much trouble and we aren’t even done with high
school yet.”
“Well, I'm not gonna argue with that.”
Ian laughs. “Kiss me.”
“Put that back on first.” Mickey says.
Ian doesn’t but instead his smile turns solemn. “I don’ give a shit what Cade
has planned,”
“Ian.”
“You gotta promise me Mick.”
“Promise you what?”
“That if he tries to use me to get to you, you won't give in.”
“The only way I would let that dick fuck me, is if I was fucking dead.” Mickey
promises.
Ian shakes his head. “Don’t give into him. Please. Find any other solution but
not that.”
“Why are you talking like I'd even let him get near you? I would never let him
take you Ian.”
Ian nods. “I know but just in case.”
“There's no just in case.” Mickey insists. “Now could you please put that ring
back on?”
Ian sees how serious his boyfriend is so he slides it back on. “Now about that
kiss...”
Mickey shakes his head and leans over Ian. He bends and rubs their noses
together. Ian laughs because they both know that’s something only Ian would do.
The brunette caresses down his arm and Ian winces.
“Watch it.” He reminds him softly.
“Sorry babe.” Mickey says before pressing their lips together. “I fucking love
you.”
“I fucking love you too.” Ian replies before deepening the kiss as everything
else fades in the background.
Mickey tilts his head and they move in sync out of years of practice. But
despite all that Ian's lips still tingle. He hopes Mickey never stops making
him feel this way. Wants to enjoy how their lips fit against each other’s -
forever. They pull away to breathe and look into each other’s eyes.
“Fuck you’re beautiful.” Mickey says making Ian blush.
“Stop getting mushy on me babe let’s sleep.”
Mickey gets behind Ian and spoons him. Ever since Cade cut him Ian has been the
little spoon. It wasn’t discussed, they didn’t talk about it, it just happened.
Ever since Ian got hurt he's been sleeping in Mickey's hands and it makes them
both happy. Makes Ian feel safe.  
 
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Mickey blinks his eyes open to find Mandy leaning against their bedroom door
watching them. “Hey.” She says with a gentle smile.
“Hi.” He replies still sleepy.
“Ma’s home.” she says. “Don’t let her see Ian's arm.” He nods.
“Dillon call yet?”
Mandy nods. “He's still confused. Can't believe Cade has been pretending this
entire time.”
“He ask him?” Mandy nods. “And?”
Many shuffles her feet. “Cade said all this shit about wanting you and always
getting what he wants.” Mickey glares at that. “Yeah.” She nods. “He says you
won't be the first thing he lets get away from him.”
Mickey peaks at Ian who's snoring lightly, clearly still asleep. “He agrees
that’s insane, right?”
“Of course.” She whispers. “Wanna talk outside?”
Mickey shakes his head ‘no’. “If I let him go he’ll wake up.”
Mandy smiles and nods again. “Talk later.” She walks out and closes the door
behind her.
Mickey kisses the back of Ian's head and shuts his eyes. He pulls Ian even
closer and Ian subconsciously grabs onto him.
 
                                            ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~
 
Ian is heading home. He needs to talk to Lip. He won't tell Fiona of course
because she will just worry him more than he already is. But Lip has never
lacked solutions to everything. Whether shitty ones or not. He puts both hands
in his pockets after tightening the scarf around his neck. He hisses as he
shivers a little and hastens his steps.
“Ian.”
Ian gasps and halts immediately, his feet refusing to move. He can feel Cade
walking towards him but he can't bring himself to turn around.
“What did you think would happen setting Dillon on me?” he asks now right
behind him. “He doesn’t know me. There's nothing he can do.” He continues.
“There’s nothing anyone can do.”
“Cade what do you…”
Ian doesn’t finish that sentence. He feels a painful prick in his neck right
before everything gets blurry. Cade guides him towards a white car parked on
the side of the road. Ian is staggering and drowsy so he clings to Cade as he
guides him towards and into the car. Ian blinks but his eyelids are so heavy.
“Whe...re are you… taking m…me?” Ian whispers. He whispers as a blurry Cade
straps him in.
“Relax Ian. Mickey will come get you.” Cade caresses the side of his cheek. “We
will both be seeing him soon enough.”
The last thing Ian sees is Cade turn on the ignition before he promptly passes
out.
***** Chapter 41 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"So are you guys okay?" Mandy exhales through her nose and looks at Mickey.
They're smoking in the back. They can hear their mother cooking in the
kitchen. 
Mickey shrugs. "Yeah. He's not mad." 
"You expected him to be?"
"I don' know man. I just don't want to lose him, you know?" 
Mandy nods. "Oh, I know." 
"We need to come up with a plan man." Mickey takes a pull of his cigarette and
scratches his forehead with the hand holding the stick. "I don't like that
Cade's been so quiet." 
"You wanna go to the cops?" 
Mickey looks and Mandy. "And tell them what?" 
"Dammit. I hate that the cops can never help until something happens first. How
fucked up is that?" Mickey concurs with a nod. "So Jamie and Joey then?" 
"Yeah. Gonna call them later today. Have you talked to Dillon?" 
"Yeah." She throws out her finished cigarette. "He wants to know what we plan
on doing. I think he's still in shock." 
Mickey can imagine. They did grow up together after all. He can see why Dillon
would be having a hard time with this. He stands up and gives Mandy his
unfinished cigarette.
"Ian thinks talking to Lip will help. So I'm gonna go walk him." Mandy
chuckles. "Bitch I walked him home when there wasn't some psycho on the loose.
Think I'm gonna let him walk by himself now?" 
"Gotta point." Mandy nods as Mickey walks back in. 
"Hey ma." Mickey hugs his mother from behind. 
"Hey baby. Get your boyfriend. Food's ready." 
He kisses her cheek and goes to their bedroom. When he pushes the door open,
the bed is empty. What the fuck? Even though Ian just be in the bathroom he
panics. He rushes out of the room again and busts into the bathroom. It empty.
Surely Ian didn't go home by himself? Right?
Mickey can feel himself start to sweat. He pulls out his phone and dials Riding
Hood. It goes unanswered. 
He redials.
It rings but still Ian doesn't pick up. Now Mickey is fully panicked. He calls
Lip as he puts on his jacket. Grabbing their baseball bat, he runs out the
door. Lip picks up when he's halfway there. 
"Mickey?" 
"Open the fucking door." He commands urgently.
Just as he's walking through the small gate the door swings open. "Mickey what
the fuck?" Lip closes the door behind him and walks out. 
"Please tell me Ian's in there." He asks desperately his voice shaking. 
"Thought he was with you?" Lip frowns. "What's the big fucking deal Mickey?
You're scaring me." 
"Cade's gone fucking mental and I think he might have taken him." 
Lip stares at Mickey for a while. He blinks then opens and closes his mouth a
few times. He's clearly baffled and speechless but he finally settles on,
"What?" 
 
                                 ♣
 
Ian is breathing hard. He doesn't think he has ever been this angry before.
He's in Cade's basement, tied to a pole with his hands behind his back. He can
see his phone blinking, ringing at the corner. But with his position and with
Cade seated right across him he can't reach it so he doesn't even try. 
"Fifty bucks says that's Mickey calling." Cade speaks up. Ian just glares at
him. Doesn't reply. "Oh man." Cade stretches out is legs and crosses his feet.
"You guys have the best love I swear."
"That why you're doing this? Jealousy?" 
Cade shrugs and Ian scoffs, shaking his head. 
"You know the best thing about having a dad that doesn't give a shit Ian?" Cade
asks. "I can do whatever the fuck I want." He continues. "Like, take the fall
for another boy and get expelled. Like throw parties, store cocaine in the
house." He laughs. "And you know, use the basement for kidnappings." Ian's
mouth falls open. "Yeah." Cade nods looking around. "Charles didn't like it
much down here either." 
"So you did land Charles in hospital." 
"Yeah. He fucked with Mickey. Almost got him expelled." 
"You are fucking insane!" 
"Hey, I've done shit for you too, so shut the fuck up!" 
"Casper." Ian whispers. "No one asked you to go after him." 
"He was out of line!" Cade shouts. 
"And you aren't!" Ian shouts back. "Right now, threatening us, kidnapping me.
You're not out of fucking line?!" 
 
                                 ♣
 
"What does he want? Every person who kidnaps fucking wants something." Joey
says looking at the high school students scattered in his living room. 
"Can I just..." Iggy starts. "I know that Ian is in trouble but Joey this
living room God damn!" 
Mickey gives his brother his signature glare while everyone else looks around.
White leather couches, glass coffee tables, the expensive paintings on the
wall, the beautiful curtains that blend so well with the rest of the room. What
the fuck? 
"Demn bro." Mandy says. 
"Your brother got good taste." Dillon whispers beside him. 
"Is that a fucking aquarium?" Iggy asks baffled. 
"Can we get back to matter at fucking hand please?" Mickey snaps. 
"Thank you guys. I try." 
Jamie scoffs as he walks in with cans of beers. "Bullshit. Cassie did the
furnishing. Don't let him bullshit you." He takes a seat next to Jamie so they
two huge men are facing them. "So what does this...." 
"Cade." Mandy finishes. 
"Cade." Jamie repeats. "What does he want? Why can't you just give it to him?" 
"Is it money?" Joey looks at Mickey. "How much? We can get it. Then if he asks
for more I slash his fucking neck. No one fucks with my baby brother." 
Mickey blushes at the description. "Younger brother." He corrects. 
"Was talking about Ian." Joey smirks and Mickey gives him the finger. "Aaah I
love you baby bro." He reaches over and ruffles Mickey's hair as the latter
swats him off. 
"Jesus Christ." Jamie curses. "How many times are we gonna fucking ask what he
wants?" 
Iggy rolls his eyes and explains. "The fucker fucked Mick. And now he wants
more. Money won't work 'cause dude's rolling in it."
"Mandy!" Mickey snaps.
"We needed all the help we could get." 
"Wait." Jamie stares at Mickey. "You cheated on Ian? What the fuck?" 
"I would never fucking cheat on him." 
"No. Ian was there. A threesome gone wrong." Iggy offers eagerly. "Should have
come to me. I'd have showed you how it's done." 
"Holy shit." Lip who's been silent this entire time curses. 
Jamie leans back on his seat and concurs him. "Well shit." 
 
                                 ♣
 
"Mickey will never fuck you." 
"How's your hand?" Cade asks kneeling in front of Ian. The redhead already
knows what's about to happen. And even as he prepares himself for the pain, it
still hurts like a motherfucker. He shuts his eyes tightly as Cade presses on
his wound. "How's that feel?" 
"Ngggg." Ian groans gritting his teeth. He can feel the wound reopen and blood
trickle down his arm. He wants to cry out and tell Cade to stop, but he doesn't
want to give the asshole the satisfaction.
Cade finally let's him go and Ian takes a deep breath, his heart beating hard.
"It's just fucking sex Ian. And it's not like I didn't already fuck him. Why
are you two making such a big deal out of this?" 
"You're the one making it a big deal." Ian blinks a few times. His hand aches
so fucking much. "If Mickey doesn't want to fuck you, you move on. It's that
fucking simple." 
"I get what I want. I don't do substitutes. And I won't start with Mickey." 
"Mickey is fucking taken!" Ian yells desperately. Trying to reason with Cade
and his crazy thinking. "I'm his boyfriend and I'm saying no. Why not respect
that?"  Cade scoffs. "You're gonna get yourself hurt." 
"Are you threatening me Ian? Is that a fucking threat?" 
"It's a fact. You don't let me go you will regret-" he stops when Cade
backhands him. "You're a fucking coward." 
"I'm a coward?" 
"Yeah. Tying me up, making me defenseless so you can hit me?" 
Cade chuckles in disbelief. 
"Mickey will never fuck you." Ian repeats.
"Then he doesn't really love you as much as you think he does." 
"I'm the one who told him not to fuck you. I'd rather die than let you get
inside my boyfriend again." Ian spits. He throws his head to the side when Cade
backhands him so hard this time he sees white.
"I liked you first you know. On Mickey's birthday. The moment I laid my eyes on
you I wanted you." Cade breathes as he caresses Ian's sore cheek. "Don' make me
hurt you." 
Ian spits in his face. 
"God dammit Ian." Cade curses as he gets up and reaches for his knife. 
 
                                 ♣
 
 "So where could they be Dillon?" Lip asks.
"I can't think of any other place apart from his place." 
"Would he really be that dumb?" Lip asks. "Taking Ian to a place he knows we'll
find them?" 
"Pretty sure that's the point Gallagher." Jamie addresses Lip. "He's expecting
Mick to give in, right?" 
"Fuck." Mickey whispers shooting up from his seat. 
"What?" Everyone asks at the same time. 
Mandy grabs the phone he's staring at. She gasps when she sees the photo of
Ian, he's got bruises on his face, and blood on his shirt. 
"Whatever we're doing we need to do it right fucking now." Mickey says
desperately trying hard not to cry. He is so fucking angry. The anger he's
feeling right now is so intense it hurts like a fire in his belly. "He's
fucking dead." He growls. 
"Mick calm down." Iggy placates. 
"He hurt Ian. I don't know what the fuck's going on over there but if you don't
come up with a plan I'm taking your gun and I'm heading over there." He tells
Joey. 
"Okay, okay." Joey stands up and passes the phone back. "I gotta admit. I
hadn't taken this shit seriously until now. What do you want Mick?" 
"What do you mean?" Mickey sniffs.
"You came to us." Joey gestures between him and Jamie. "What do you want? Do
you just want us to kick his ass, do you want him dead, do you want him in
jail, what do you want?" 
"Yeah." Jamie gets up too. "It's up to you little bro." He nods once at Joey
then turns back to Mickey. "Whatever you say goes." 
Mickey looks at Mandy and takes a deep breath. "I... I want," He thinks about
it. Ian is hurt and the fucker sent a photo of it. He needs to hurt too. He
needs to experience the same pain he's inflicted on Ian. Mickey hates him so
much right now he wants him dead. He swallows and makes a decision before
turning back to his older brothers. 
 
                                 ♣
 
Ian watches as Cade walk towards him with the knife. He doesn’t doubt for a
second that it's about to be used on him. He takes a deep breath and braces
himself. Cade kneels in front of him again and looks him straight in the eye.
“Coward?” he asks with a humorless chuckle. “I'll show you coward.” He reaches
behind Ian and cuts the rope. He then drops the knife and wraps his wrist
around Ian's neck. “Think you can take me Ian? You don’t know me. You don’t
know what I'm capable of.”
Ian licks his dry lips, he's calming down. He dared Cade and now the guy wants
a fight. A fight Cade will get. The hand on his neck isn’t really doing
anything. It's just there. Ian reaches with both hands and wraps them around
Cade’s neck too.
“Sent Mickey that photo I took. I bet you he's on his way right now."Cade
smiles. "I'm about to kick your ass Ian. Then I'll give you a temporary tattoo
with that knife over there.” He nods towards the side and Ian's eyes dart
towards the weapon. “and then if Mickey still refuses to give me what I want I
will stab your unconscious body multiple times and leave you to bleed out. Then
I'll decide if I wanna do the same to Mickey.”
The sound of Mickey being threatened spurs Ian to action. He squeezes Cade’s
neck hard and pushes him back till Cade is lying down and Ian is straddling his
stomach, still squeezing. Cade chokes but is laughing. “That all you got?” he
whispers with effort.
Ian punches him repeatedly before going back to the choking. Cade blinks up at
him. Before Ian can think, Cade brings his hands up and grabs Ian's, pulling
them off his neck. He then switches their positions so he's the one ontop. He
spits blood beside Ian's head then laughs.
“My turn.”
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Spootycup what's good?
***** Chapter 42 *****
Chapter Notes
     Thanks to Rider for the free consultation. he he he hee
     sorry i'm late guys.
Cade only gets two punches in before Ian decides to ignore his aching arm. He
masters every strength he has and pushes Cade off. As soon as the asshole lands
on his ass Ian reaches for the knife behind him. He’s yet to grab it when Cade
jumps on his back. He turns Ian around and starts the punching again. Ian head
buts him and Cade grabs onto his nose cursing loudly. Ian reaches for the knife
again. He doesn’t lift it because Cade is on his back again. This time Ian
elbows him on the stomach so hard Cade goes motionless for a minute. Ian stares
at him, eyes wide. Which is a bad move because it gives Cade time to recover
and he's on him again. They roll around on the basement floor. Both fighting
for dominance but none winning because they’re evenly matched.
Cade of course presses on Ian's wound and the latter yells loudly before
punching Cade then straddling him and punching some more. When Cade pushes Ian
off to reach for the knife, Ian chokes him from behind. He keeps squeezing and
squeezing and doesn’t stop. Ian is so busy choking Cade that he fails to see
that Cade has the knife until he feels the searing pain on his thigh.
Ian cries out so loudly from the pain, that the sound reverberates throughout
the entire basement. Cade twists the knife and Ian jabs a thumb in his eye
despite his pain. It's Cade turn to cry out and he gets up and walks backwards,
getting away from Ian. Ian pulls out the knife. He screams even louder with
every inch of the metal leaving him. He throws it across the slightly dark
room. Blood gushes from his fresh wound and the pain is so much he can feel
tears running down his face.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He chants repeatedly. “Mickeeeeeey!” Ian calls out
even though he knows his boyfriend is nowhere in sight. "Mick." He repeats
again weakly. 
 
                                                             <~>~<~>
 
 
“Mickey.” Dillon calls.
Jamie, Joey, Mickey, Lip and Dillon are standing outside Cade’s house. Mickey
is banging on the door loudly but it's yet to be opened. Dillon tries to get
his attention again but Mickey doesn’t hear him. Instead he bangs again
impatiently till Jamie pulls him back.
“Move, gonna burst in.”
Mickey quickly grabs onto his brother’s arm. “You can't fucking do that here.
Not in this God damn neighborhood.” He looks around. “Someone is bound to call
the fucking cops on us.”
“Then what do you suggest we do?’ Joey asks. “’Cause the motherfucker isn’t
getting the fucking door.”
“Guys.” Dillon tries again but is interrupted by the loud scream that comes
from inside.
They all freeze until they hear Mickey's name yelled out loud a minute later.
Mickey's eyes go wide in panic and he turns to Jamie. “Break it the fuck down!”
“I got a key!” Dillon yells stepping forward. He waves the piece of metal
around before unlocking the door quickly.
Mickey pushes him out of the way roughly as he barrels into the house. Dillon
almost falls but Joey catches him. They quickly follow Mickey just as fast
towards the basement. Mickey rushes downstairs to find Cade walking towards Ian
who is laying on the floor, his chest rising up and down too fast for Mickey's
liking.
“Get the fuck away from him!” he yells.
Joey pushes past him and heads towards Cade. Mickey rushes to Ian's side. He
kneels on the blood and pats Ian up and down trying to find the source. It
proves to be hard with his glassy eyes. Blood. Too much blood and Mickey can't
breathe. “Ian.” He whispers. Ian's shirt is red, his hands are red, his trouser
is red. Where is he fucking hurt! “Ian baby, talk to me.” Ian groans but
otherwise doesn’t say anything else.
Mickey takes a deep breath and inspects carefully. He finally notices Ian's
left leg is where the most blood is. He touches it and his boyfriend winces.
Ian is beginning to pass out and Mickey panics. His hands are shaking as he
reaches to touch his barely conscious boyfriend. He's in distress and he can't
think straight.
“Ian.” He repeats but doesn’t get an answer. “Ian!” he shouts tapping both of
Ian's cheeks. Ian is unresponsive and motionless and Mickey's panic increases
tenfold. “Ian.” He cries. “My love.” He tries.
He is too busy worrying about Ian to pay attention to what's happening behind
him. But he can hear his brothers talking. Commotion. Then more talking. He
can't concentrate because, blood. Lots of blood is all he sees. He starts to
cry. Sobs. 911. Lip. Lip is calling for an ambulance. That’s good. Someone is
tapping on his shoulder, saying something. But Mickey can't hear a thing. And
he doesn’t care. His ears are ringing. His heart is beating so loud he thinks
the entire neighborhood can hear it.
More tapping. But Mickey can't take his eyes off Ian. “Shit baby, wake up.” he
begs desperately. He leans Ian's head on his chest then rocks them back and
forth. Ian's hand lies lifeless on Mickey's thigh and he cries harder, his
throat aching. “I love you. I love you please wake up.” Mickey kisses Ian's
forehead as tears and snort leave him. "Don’t leave me. I can't… I can't live
without you Ian please, you gotta wake up.”  
 
                                                              <~>~<~>
 
 
 When Mickey wakes up again he's in a hospital bed. “Ian.” He quickly shoots up
and starts getting off the bed but a hand on his chest stops him.
“Slowly.” It's Mandy.
“What the fuck happened?”
“You passed out. Guess seeing Ian like that was too much for you.”
Ian. He starts to get up again.
“He's going to be fine.” Mandy explains.
“He is?”
“Yeah. He just lost a lot of blood. It's why he passed out.” Mickey takes a
deep breath. “He shouldn’t have pulled out that knife.” She says with a deep
frown.
“I need to see him.”
“Okay. I'll take you to his room.” She waits till he wears his shoes before
leading the way.
.
When they walk into Ian's room they find Fiona and Lip by his side. The
siblings look up as soon as they walk in. “Mickey.” she says before walking
towards him and pulling him in for a hug. “What happened? I thought you guys
were besties with Cade. Why would he do this?”
“Jealousy. Basically.” He pulls away from her to walk towards the bed. “Has he
woken up at all?”
“No. And he won't be for a while.” Lip speaks up.
“We’re pressing charges, right?” Fiona asks looking at all of them.
Mickey caresses Ian's left hand. Every injury on his boyfriend makes him
angrier by the minute. The damage on his face makes Mickey wants to literally
tear Cade’s heart out. Speaking of which; “Where is he?”
Mandy and Lip both look at Fiona. She rolls her eyes before lifting her hands
in surrender and getting out of the room. Lip shrugs at the same time Mandy
says, “We don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“Your brothers took him way before help got there.” Lip explains.
Mickey frowns at both of them. “How is Ian going to explain his injuries and
what he was doing in the Wright house by himself!” he shouts. “The cops will be
on his ass as soon as he wakes up.”
 "No they won't." Mandy shakes her head.
"We got them both out of there before calling 911." Lip explains. "Ian was
bleeding too much so we couldn't take him to the South side like we wanted. So
we just dropped him a few houses down. Now all we gotta do is tell Ian to say
he was attacked when he wakes up." 
Mickey shakes his head. "Nobody had to move anybody anywhere. Cade would have
gone to fucking jail!" 
"That's what I said." Lip concurs. 
"Look at him." Mandy says gesturing at her best friend. "Fucker deserves way
more than jail." She clicks her tongue. "Something you agreed to at Joey's." 
Mickey drops his voice to a whisper. "No. Asshole deserves to fucking die. But
I specifically asked them not to!" 
Lip drops his voice too. "We know. But," He licks his lips. "with the way we
found Ian, and with how upset you were. It just made them so mad. Made everyone
mad. I don' think they'll stick to your request of just torturing him." He
explains. 
"They can't kill him." Mickey repeats softly. 
Mandy scoffs. "He should be burned alive." 
"Yeah but Ian," he glances at his sleeping boyfriend and winces again from the
injuries. "I know him. And despite what Cade did to him, he still wouldn't be
for death." 
"Yeah." Mandy and Lip chorus. 
"Shit." Mickey runs a hand across his hair. He turns to Lip. "They didn't tell
you where they took him?" The blond shakes his head 'no'. He turns to look at
Mandy. "Where is Dillon? How's he taking all this?" 
"Not good." 
"He froze as soon as we got to the basement." Lip frowns. "Never seen him like
that. He's always been so fucking strong. But seeing all the blood and seeing
you like that..." He trails off. 
"Cade doing this to Ian is affecting him a lot. I've never seen him like this
either. He's pretty fucking upset." Mandy tell him.
"I had to walk him to his place as Jamie and Joey drove off with a passed out
Cade." Lip explains. 
Mickey exhales and turns to his boyfriend. "Can I have the room?" 
.
Mickey kisses Ian's forehead since it seems to be the only place that's
untouched. "I'm so fucking sorry."
He can't help but feel like this is his fault. Like he maybe should have
stopped this. He would have fucked Cade again if it means not having Ian in
pain, or this hurt. He would do anything for Ian. Would even kill for him. And
if his brothers end up killing Cade Mickey won't feel a thing. His concern for
where they took him is for Ian's sake. Personally he doesn't care. He goes to
the other side of the bed and uncovers Ian's hand. He has a newly wrapped
bandage. It was bleeding too when they got there meaning Cade re-opened the
wound. And now it's infected. Fuck, if Mickey could just catch him now. He'd
choke the air out of Cade himself. 
 
                                                             <~>~<~>
 
With a transfusion and the sedation, the nurse says Ian won't be awake for a
few hours. That means Mickey has some time before it gets dark and he can spend
the night with him. So he walks out of the hospital and heads towards
Dillon's. 
He chain smokes the entire way until he runs out. He can't get the image of how
he found Ian out of his head. Can't forget the panic he left hoping they
weren't too late and hoping his boyfriend wasn't leaving him. 
He knocks twice on the door before someone pulls it open. "Hey Jack." 
"Hey Mickey. How is Ian?" 
"Still out." Mickey replies, walking in. "Where is he?" 
"In bed. With Mandy." 
They both go up the stairs and into Dillon's room. He opens the door stealthily
and finds Dillon lying on Mandy's lap but his eyes are wide open. He's not
sleeping. Just staring.
"Dillon." His friend glances towards him once but then goes back to staring.
"Mandy can I talk to him?"
Mandy nods and her and Jack walk out leaving the two boys alone. Dillon sits up
on his huge bed and leans against the board. 
"Hey." Mickey asks taking the single chair next to the bed. He turns it around
so he's facing Dillon when he seats. 
"I just don' get it." Dillon starts. "I've known him all my life and him doing
this is fucking mind boggling." 
"I know." 
"But," he shakes his head. "Some things are starting to make sense." 
"Yeah?" Mickey asks.
"Yeah." Dillon sniffs and rubs his nose. "Like this one time. We are in sixth
grade, right? And this boy attacks Cade for always hanging around with a girl
he likes. Jack and I defended Cade against him and the boy promised he'd back
off. But then the next day he comes to class with a broken arm and he never
glanced in our direction for the rest of junior high. And then, and then this
one time in freshman year. We were at this party." Dillon continues. He sits up
properly, clearly on a role. "Okay so, Cade was kind of attached to this boy
Roy. Pretty sure they were fucking. But then Roy's ex comes back into the
picture and it turns out Roy wasn't over him so of course they get back
together. So at this party Roy shows up with his ex. I look at Cade and he has
this look in his eye. But then he looked at me and it was like I'd imagined
that look because it completely disappears from his face." Dillon looks at
Mickey and takes a deep breath. "That night, Roy's ex falls off the balcony and
breaks at least five parts of his body.
Everyone assumed it's because he was drunk. The guy insisted someone had pushed
him but it made no sense at the time. I mean, who the hell would push him,
right? Certainly not Cade! Not Cade who is loved by all. So it was chalked up
to fucking drunkenness and that was that." 
"Dil." 
"And then, and then like a few weeks later..." 
Dillon goes on and on and on about instances where he should have seen. He
alternates between ages. Even goes back to when they were younger. He talks,
and talks, and talks and Mickey lets him. He sits there and listens as his
friends lets it all out. 
"And you know what's fucked up?" He finally asks. 
"What?" 
"I am here hating him for what he did to all those people, to Ian. But I am
still hoping your brothers don't kill him." 
"That's understandable Dillon." 
"Holy shit." Dillon curses his mouth wide open.
"What? What!" 
"It all started after his mom died." Dillon jumps off the bed. "Mickey Mick
this... Shit." 
Mickey looks at his friend like he's crazy. "Dillon what are you saying?" 
"I think Cade is sick." 
"Damn right he's fucking sick in the head. He fucking tortured all those
people, stabbed Ian!" 
"No. I mean yes. But no." 
"Dillon make some sense." 
"Think about it Mick!" Dillon starts pacing in only his boxers and thin T-
shirt. "No one can be that good of an actor. Not for all this time. All these
years. Cade can't be good one minute and then fucking psycho the next. He's
sick. Don't this things happen after someone has gone through a traumatic
experience?" 
"Wait, wait. Are you saying Cade's got fucking MPD?!"
"Yes." 
Mickey shakes his head no. "I...I don't think so." 
"I think so. You and Ian both said he was like a completely different person
when he was threatening you." 
"Yeah but, it's still him. He did this shit." 
"Mick, all Cade needs is a fucking psychiatrist." 
"You are wrong. Cade does not have fucking multiple personality disorder." 
"I think he does. We were convinced he's a good guy because he is a good guy.
This other part of him comes out when he gets hurt and needs revenge or some
shit." 
"I still don' see it." Mickey insists. 
"Only one way to find out. Call your brothers off. You gotta stop them from
killing him." 
"What if we take him to the hospital and he doesn't have MPD?" 
"Then he goes to jail. I'll even testify against him." 
"Dillon." 
"Mick. I'm telling you, he's sick." 
***** Chapter 43 *****
Chapter Notes
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 48 hours are almost over when Ian comes to. Mickey is asleep next to him on
the hospital bed when he feels a finger poking the back of his hand. He
startles awake making Ian wince from his injuries.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” He apologises shooting off the bed. “Sorry. You’re
awake!” he can't help the relieved laughter that leaves him even though the
doctor had reassured him repeatedly that his boyfriend was going to be fine.
“You're awake.” He repeats, softer. He lies on Ian's chest and the redhead rubs
his back with his good hand, smiling gently.
“Mick, thirsty.” Mickey shoots up fast and reaches for the bottle beside the
bed. He unwraps the straw the helps Ian drink from it. Ian chuckles. “Thanks.”
He says more audible now and less groggy. “I'm fine you know. You can relax
now.” Mickey nods vehemently and Ian frowns deeply before stretching out his
right hand. “Baby stop, I'm fine.” He shushes Mickey who can’t control the
tears running down his face.  He pulls him back in bed and in his former
position only this time against his firm chest. Ian can feel his gown getting
warm from more tears but he lets his boyfriend cry it out.
He rubs Mickey's back and just waits it out. When all is left is sniffling he
looks at Mickey with concern.
“Why are you crying?” he asks gently caressing Mickey's tear stained cheeks.
“I can't… I, shit.” Mickey sniffs. “They way I found you Ian, I never want to
go through that again. I've never been more scared in my entire fucking life.”
Ian smiles. “Including that one time you had that gun pointed at you?”
Mickey scoffs making Ian laugh. “That was nothing. Taking the gun from him was
like taking candy from a fucking baby.” Ian laughs again but it dies on his
lips when his boyfriend’s face goes sad again. “Was so fucking scared Ian.” His
voice wavers and Ian's chest constricts painfully.
“I'm sorry you had to go through that. Is he in jail?”
“What?” Mickey asks avoiding Ian's eyes by lying on his chest again. Ian pokes
a tongue inside his cheek thoughtfully.
“Mick, babe look at me.” Mickey slowly lifts his head. “You heard me.”
“I did.” He acknowledges.
“So? Where is he?”
“He umm…” Mickey clears his throat. He tries to sit up but Ian holds him
tightly. “We, don’t know.”   
“Who's we?”
“Everyone involved.” Ian frowns but Mickey answers the question he's about to
ask with a sigh. “Me, Lip, Mandy and Dillon went to see my brothers for help
when I realized Cade had you.”
Ian gasps. “No.”
“Yes, Ian. Kinda had to.”
“Mickey they’ll kill him! How long have I been out?”
“Two and a half days.”
“And you still don’t know where they took him?”Ian winces as he sits up. “He's
already fucking dead.” Ian whispers. “What happened Mick?”
Mickey catches him up on the events of that afternoon and tells him what he's
to say to the cops if or when they show up. They're more likely to show up
since Ian was picked up from the North side. If he’d been injured in the
Southside they wouldn’t have made a fuss about it since such incidents –and
worse- happen on the daily.
“Dillon thinks Cade might have MPD.”

“I can believe that.” Ian winces again and Mickey presses the button signaling
for a nurse. “I don’t see how a person could have played us for that fucking
long without us knowing who he really was. You know?”
“So you actually buy that shit?” Mickey asks because he doesn’t.
“I mean, he needs to be evaluated for sure but I can see it, yeah. Of course
for him to be evaluated he has to actually be there. Mickey do something!”
“I… shit.” Mickey gets out of the bed just as the nurse and doctor walk in.
“Mr. Gallagher, you’re up. You had us worried there for a minute.” The doctor
starts. “I'm Dr. Sheldon. I don’t know if you’ve been updated yet but your left
hand is infected.”
“Shit.” Mickey looks at his boyfriend’s worried face. He starts to walk back
towards the bed but Ian glares at him and he backtracks while taking out his
phone.
Mickey walks out of the room and dials Joey’s number. His brother picks up on
the fifth ring. Fucker. “Sup, little bro?”   
“Don’t little bro me, where the fuck is Cade?” Mickey snaps.
“That’s not for you to worry about.” Joey replies all cavalier and all it does
is worry Mickey.
He takes a few breaths. “I have been calling non fucking stop for the last
three days, and when you finally pick up it's to tell me I've got nothing to
worry about?”
“Yep.” Joey takes a bite of what sounds like an apple.
“Is he alive at least?”
“Sure.” Joey says. “I'm looking at him right now.”
Mickey goes to a corner on the wall and whispers; “Joey listen to me, you can't
kill him. You gotta give him back.” He pleads. “We think he might be sick.”
Joey scoffs. “’Course he's fucking sick. No one pulls that kind of fucked up
shit unless they're sick.”
“No Joey, like sick, sick. Sick like needs a fucking nuthouse sick.”
“You serious?” Joey asks for the first time sounding like he's actually paying
attention.
“Wouldn’t joke about this.” Mickey says relieved to be getting somewhere with
his brother.
“That’s too bad.”
“The fuck does that mean!” Mickey shouts but remembers he's in a hospital and
he quiets down. He turns to find three nurses glaring at him and he heads
towards the elevator.
“Well, Jamie may or may not have given him the same injuries he gave Ian.” He
replies. “Then multiplied them by three.”
Mickey pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath. He waits till
he's out of the hospital before asking for clarification, “So basically the guy
now has six stub wounds?” Joey hums in confirmation. “And he's still alive?”
“Barely.”
“Joey. He can't die.”
“He needs to pay.”
“Not with death.”
“Mandy agrees.”
“Ian doesn’t want him dead Joey. And he’s the fucking victim.”
“You do.”
“Not the point.”
“Sometimes I hate how soft your boyfriend is. Then I remember it's the reason
why you didn’t turn out like us then I love him again.”Joey says still chewing.
“Joey would you just…”
“Relax. This is what we do. You’ll get him back.” He assures then quickly adds,
“Alive.”
He hangs up before Mickey can say anything. “Fucker.” He mutters outloud. Ian
is going to eat him alive.
He pulls out a cigarette and lights it. He sees Mandy park and get out of
Dillon's car before walking towards him.  He keeps an eye on her as he smokes
up. “He woke up.” he tells her before she can ask.
She gasps and claps excitedly. “Then what the hell are you doing out here!”
“Needed to talk to Joey.”
She takes the stick from him and takes a deep drag. “They still won't give him
back?”
“Yeah. And they’ve stabbed him six times.”
“Good.” She says unfazed. “Let’s go.”
 
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When Ian leaves the hospital he's limping and his infected arm still aches like
a motherfucker. But thankfully he's got these painkillers that seem to do the
trick. Thank God this Cade stuff had to take place during the holidays because
he’s going to be in bed rest for a while.
He insists on limping upstairs by himself to get some clothes or any other shit
he’ll need for his stay at the Milkovich house. He opens his drawer and laughs
when he finds it practically empty. When did he become a Milkovich? Because he
barely has anything in here. Everything he can see belongs to Mickey. He
chooses to go brush his teeth instead. A simple action that proves to be hard
since he’s only got one arm now.
It's as he's limping back downstairs when he hears yelling.
“Let me take care of him! I can take care of him.” Mickey.
“No! He's my responsibility.” Fiona.
“He’s coming with me.” Mickey.
“Like fuck he is! He’s not going anywhere.” Fiona.
“I can take care of him there. He’s staying with me!” Mickey.
“Please, let me look after him.” Fiona.
“You already have five other kids to look after. You won't have time, let
Mickey take him.” Lip.
“That doesn’t fucking matter Lip. He's still my brother.”
“And he’s my boyfriend, what's your point?”             
“He was with you when this happened.”
Ouch.
“C’mon Fiona, whether he's here or at the Milkovich house, you know he's taken
care of. Mickey's mom treats Ian like one of her own.”
There is silence and Ian assumes Fiona is letting Lip’s point perforate. Damn,
getting down the stairs is taking too long.  He hears her breath deeply. “Fine.
I'm sorry about what I said, that was a low blow. I know you’d never let
anything bad happen to him.”
“Thank you.” Ian can hear the relief in his boyfriend’s voice.
He finally, fucking finally makes it down the stairs and three pairs of eyes
watch him carefully.
“Carl got you a clutch.” Lip says.
“Stolen.” The four of them chorus.
Mickey wraps an arm around Ian's waist to help him. Ian readily throws a hand
across his boyfriend’s shoulder. “M not fucking using that.” He says before
guiding them towards the door.
“Will come to check on you.” Fiona shouts as the door closes.
“Thought you were gonna pack?”
Ian laughs again at the fact that; “I guess all my clothes are at your place.”
He idly wonders if they can even distinguish whose clothes belong to whom at
this point.
Mickey smiles as he carries most of Ian's weight. “Makes sense.”
 
                                                              <~>~<~>
 
Ian is asleep. Was asleep. But he can feel someone watching him. It's weird.
He opens his eyes and they widen in surprise. “Dillon?” the other boy is seated
on the bed, watching him. “You are being so fucking creepy right now.” Ian
seats up slowly, trying not to get any weight on his left hand.
“I'm sorry about what happened to you, you know I am.”
Ian nods. “But?”
“You gotta call Mickey's brothers off.”
“I agree. I don’ want him dead either.”
“I love Mickey, but I don’ see him being convincing enough.”
“Even if he is they won't listen to him, I hear you.”
“He won't be because he also wants him dead.” He frowns. “What?” Dillon asks
when he sees Ian smiling.
“I just find it funny that you’ll say you love Mickey but you won't say it to
Mandy.”
“He's my best friend, it's different.” Dillon manages a small smile but his
expression soon turns solemn. “He's like a brother to me.” He says suddenly,
and Ian has never seen the guy this vulnerable. “I just… if he's sick, I'll
never forgive myself if I didn’t at least try to find out.” Ian nods. He gets
it. “Can you believe his dad came home and didn’t even ask about him?” Dillon
continues. “I went to clean up the blood because it was already drying up” he
cringes at the fact that that was Ian's blood. “when he came home. I was done
and having a drink when he walked in. He said hello, went up to his room, came
down with a bunch of documents, stopped to say goodbye, then told me, and I
quote,” Dillon swallows. “Tell him I left money on my dresser.”
Ian looks at his friend sympathetically.
“Didn’t even use his fucking name. Then he walked out. That’s the person Cade
has for a dad. He didn’t ask where he is, or how he is. Just left him fucking
money. And he doesn't call, and if Cade calls, he's always too busy to talk.
It's like Cade isn’t even his son. He's…” Dillon's voice wavers and Ian finds
himself tearing up. Shit, Cade’s life is fucked up.
“Dillon.”
“Ian please.” Dillon begs. “I know what he did to you was fucked up. I know
every psychotic thing he's ever done he deserves to pay for. But he can't die.
I don’t…” Dillon sniffs as a tear runs down his cheek. He grabs Ian’s good arm
and kneels on the bed so they're looking at each other straight in the eye.
“Just let me find out if he's sick. And if he's not then you can do whatever
you want. Just please…”
“Hey,” Ian interrupts him. He nods. “I'll get him back.” He assures. “Okay? I
promise I'll get him back.”
Dillon takes a deep breath and sniffs. He can't help but marvel at Ian. Anybody
else wouldn’t give a shit after he’d been kidnapped and stabbed and the man he
loves threatened. But Ian is willing to help him out. And for this he will owe
the other boy for life.
“Thank you.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 44 *****
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Seven Weeks Later
 
"Can we pleeeease have a party? I want a fucking party." Ian whines where he's
standing, leaning on his clutch. Turns out he did use Carl's gift after all. He
doesn't need it as much these days, but sometimes when it's too cold his leg
aches.
Iggy looks up from where he's playing some video game. "You're a cripple."
Mickey knocks the back of his head at the same time their mom throws a plastic
bowl at him. Wet cereal spreads all over his chest and lap. "Be nice Ignatius."
Iggy just rolls his eyes. "You want a party, I'll get you the..." He glances at
their mom. "The items. You deserve it after the month you've had."
"Oh Ian." Mama Milkovich starts. "You would think after falling off that tree
when you were ten years old you'd have learned your lesson. But no," she shakes
her head. "boys." She chastises buying the lie they fed her. "And inebriated
none the less!" She exclaims scandalously. "I should teach you a lesson with my
stick but," she comes closer and taps his bandaged arm that's almost fully
healed now. "You're hurting enough." she says before heading towards the
kitchen.
"You better not be hurting when January comes around. Your spot as football
captain should remain yours." Mandy speaks up where she's on her phone on the
recliner.
Ian limps towards the couch. "Going home. Walk me?"
Mickey looks up and nods. He puts down his cup of tea and goes to the bedroom.
He puts on his warm jacket, scarf and gloves before picking up Ian's. He then
goes back out and dresses his boyfriend then they head towards the door.
"See you later mama Milkovich!" Ian shouts over his shoulder.
"Take care my boy!" She blows him a kiss and Ian smiles as Mickey helps him
down the stairs.
They walk for a block in silence before Ian speaks up. "I'm sorry."
Mickey blows into his hands. "What for?"
"We haven't had sex in weeks. For way longer actually."
"Not your fault."
Ian nods wondering if his injuries are the only reason why they're not having
sex. This is the first time the topic is coming up after all. Which is really
strange when you think about it.
"You think I'll be better before school opens?" Ian asks.
"If there's one thing my boyfriend is, is fucking strong. So yeah. I know you
will." Mickey says confidently making Ian smile.
"Thanks for taking care of me."
Mickey laughs as he lights up a cigarette. "Will you stop being so fucking
weird? It's my job."
Ian stops. "I'm not being weird. Everything's been fucking weird since..."
"Yeah." Mickey agrees.
"How's Dillon holding up?"
"He's fine. I guess. Haven't seen him for as long as you but at least he
replies to texts."
"This thing hasn't destroyed your friendship has it? I'd feel really bad."
"Again, not your fault." Mickey exhales through his nose and looks up at Ian
who's stopped to face him. "You need to stop blaming yourself for every fucking
thing. It's his fault." He sighs deeply. "Everything is his fault. Not yours.
Not mine. Not anybody's but his."
Mickey doesn't like saying Cade's name very much. It gives him shivers and bad
memories.
Ian steps closer and pecks Mickey on the lips. "But we're going to be okay,
right?"
Mickey caresses his cold cheek. "'Course we are."
Ian smiles and nods.
They walk the rest of the way in companionable silence and with Mickey chain
smoking.
"You're not coming?" Ian asks when Mickey doesn't follow him up the front
steps.
"Nah. Going to the North side. Check on Dillon."
Ian nods. "Okay. Say hello."
 
                        <~><~>~<~><~>
 
"Give him back Joey!" 
"No." 
"That's not your call to make." 
"Nobody fucks with fucking family." 
"And I get that. But I'm asking you to let him go. We need to find out if he's
sick." 
"Fuck that shit man. Motherfucker needs to pay for what he did to you and
Mick." 
"God dammit Joey! I'm asking you not to kill him." 
"He fucking tortured you! How can you even..." 
"Exactly. He tortured me! He hurt me! And now I, am asking you to give him
back." 
 
                        <~><~>~<~><~>
 
"You know what I like?" 
"Apart from dick?" 
Mandy elbows Ian in the ribs. "Yes, apart from dick. You dick." Ian laughs.
"Peace." Ian scoffs and laughs even harder. "No hear me out." They were lying
side to side on Ian's bed so she sits up. "I like dealing with normal problems.
You know. Not kidnappings and threats from people with multiple personality
disorders." 
"Yeah well. That was almost two months ago. I doubt we'll ever have to go
through that again." 
"That's true." 
"Is Dillon doing better?" 
Mandy lies back down. "Well, I think he thought having Cade alive would make
him feel better which it didn't." She sighs. "But at least he's coming to the
party so there's that." 
Ian sits up quickly. "We're having a party!" 
Mandy glares at him. "You asked for it this morning." 
"Yeah but i didn't think I'd actually get one." 
It's Mandy's turn to scoff. "As if Mickey would ever deny you anything." 
Ian laughs. "That's true." He smiles at her. "And neither I him." 
"You two are ridiculous." 
"Like it's not the same with you and Dillon." 
Mandy turns so she's sleeping on her stomach. She lays her head on Ian's chest
"Yeah but, you and Mickey are like soulmates. First love, first kiss, first
time, you've shared everything together. First proposal no doubt..." She trails
off. "Like, you'll be together forever. And that has no signs of changing." 
Ian covers her mouth. "Don't, jinx it." She frowns and pulls his hand away. 
"Are you guys not okay?" 
"We are. We are." 
Mandy raises her head to look at him. "I don' believe you." 
Ian sighs heavily and taps his stomach with his left hand. "Things are tense." 
"But, the sex is good, right?" Ian shakes his head and she gasps. "You're
having bad sex?" 
"We're having no sex." 
Mandy glances at his thigh. "But with the leg..." 
"It's better. And we could get creative if we wanted." 
"Ian." 
"It's fine. We're fine. It'll pass." 
"It's been a month!"
"We're fine." 
"And a few weeks." 
"Listen to me, read my lips, we, are, fine."
 
 
                        <~><~>~<~><~>
 
 
 "Do you need me to bring anything?" Dillon asks as Mickey prepares to leave. 
"Nah." Mickey drains his glass of whiskey and shakes his head 'no' "Iggy's got
it covered." 
Dillon nods. "Okay. Could use a party man." 
Mickey shrugs. "Guess." 
"A party is good." Dillon continues. "It means we're ready to move on. Means
red is ready to move on." 
Mickey hadn't thought about it that way. He just wanted to get his boyfriend
what he asked for. "I guess." He repeats. 
Dillon stands up too as they walk towards the door. "It doesn't look like
you'll have too much fun at this party Mickey Mick. You alright?" 
"Yeah just..." Mickey pauses at the exit and licks his lips. "You ever felt
like something is wrong but you're not sure what?"
Dillon frowns. "Not sure I can relate. But what could it be? Things are back to
normal, have been back to normal. Cade's taken care of, so unless you're
talking about your relationship..." He trails off. 
"Were fine though." Mickey argues scratching his nose. "We're okay." 
Dillon shrugs. "Then you'll figure it out soon enough. See you tonight?"
"Yeah, see you tonight." 
 
 
                          <~><~>~<~><~>
 
 
Lip guides Ian down the steps and towards the Milkovich house. The party hasn't
started yet but Ian wants to be there before it does. Wants to see Mickey. They
walk in to find said boyfriend seated on the couch rolling joints. 
"Hey!" Mickey greets with a grin. "You guys are early." 
"We're Frank Gallagher's kids. It's gonna take a while to get us drunk so we
figured we'd start early." Lip explains making the couple laugh. 
"Kitchen." Mickey answers the unasked question. He chuckles some more when the
blond dashes towards the kitchen. He taps the seat so Ian can join him. 
Ian nods towards their bedroom instead. 
Mickey puts the current rolled joint aside and wipes his hands on his trouser.
He then gets up and follows his limping boyfriend to the room. He walks in
shutting the door behind him. 
He finds Ian smiling at him, hands in his pockets. "What?" 
"All we've shared are pecks for weeks now. We don't fuck, we don't even make
out. Even though we sleep in the same bed." Ian limps towards him so they're
practically chest to chest. 
Mickey licks his lips and takes his boyfriend's hand. "Yeah I know. But you
went through some serious shit. We both did. And plus your leg," he looks at
Ian earnestly. "I just figured we both needed some time." 
"Well," Ian touches their lips together and lingers. Mickey inhales deeply and
pushes even closer. Ian pulls back to run a hand in Mickey's hair. It's getting
longer. "I'm done needing time. How do you feel?" 
Mickey smirks. "I feel like I need my boyfriend inside me." 
"Thought you'd never ask." Ian murmurs before grabbing Mickey forcefully and
pulling him into a deep kiss. A real kiss. 
Both boys moan immediately. Mickey pulls Ian even closer and starts guiding
them towards the bed. It's...not as easy as it used to be. They have to stop
kissing first and walk towards it because of Ian's leg. They laugh the whole
way there then start taking off their clothes. Mickey lies down naked, and
slowly crawls towards the pillows. He watches Ian carefully as the redhead
swallows and takes him in. He then gets on the bed and crawls towards Mickey.
He straddles him and licks across his neck. Mickey breathes hard and audibly.
He hesitates, before holding onto Ian's shoulders and caressing softly. 
Ian looks into his eyes and caresses Mickey's thigh back and forth. He takes a
deep breath and lies on top of Mickey slightly so he can support himself with
his elbow. "Mick." 
"Ye..." Mickey starts but has to clear his throat. "Yeah?" 
"You're umm..." Ian sniffs. "You're shaking." 
He is? Mickey grabs onto Ian's shoulders and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I
didn't know..." 
"It's okay. Are you alright?" 
Mickey nods. "Yeah, c'mere." 
Mickey pulls him down for another kiss. It's soft and sensual and both boys
know they should be enjoying this more than they are. It's cold out, why is the
room so hot? And why is everything so God demn tense! 
Panic rises inside Mickey and he hugs Ian to him. He sucks on his bottom lip
and caresses his back. "Need you." He says desperately. 
Ian nods and reaches for the lube they haven't touched in a while. He uncaps it
and just...staresat it. 
"It's just fucking lube baby, come on." Mickey touches both of Ian's cheeks and
makes the redhead look at him. 
"I know, i know." Ian squeezes some in his fingers and drops the tube on the
sheets. He warms it between his fingers and Mickey widens his legs. Ian guides
his hand between his boyfriend's hole and pushes a finger in. Mickey winces at
the cold feeling. "I'm sorry." Ian is quick to aplogise. 
Mickey just shakes his head and nods for Ian to continue. Ian fingers him open,
paying more attention to the act than he usually does. His eyes are there,
looking on as his fingers move in and out. Mickey wishes he would be kissing
him or licking on him or biting on him but instead all of Ian's attention is on
that one action. 
"Ian." 
"Yes?" Ian is quick to look up. 
"I'm good." 
"Okay." Ian nods and glances at Mickey's ass one more time. Shit, their first
time wasn't this awkward. He's pretty sure he can't do Mickey in this position,
which is probably something he should share. 
Like, right now. 
So they can figure something out. 
“I know you don’ wanna hear this Ian but, I really wanna fuck your boyfriend.”
"Ian," Mickey calls but Ian is still focused on his ass. "Hey, hey," he grabs
Ian's face so they can look at each other. "My love what's happening?" 
"So fucking beautiful." 
Memories of that day keep replaying in Ian's head. He shakes his head again and
kisses Mickey. "I love you." 
"I love you too." Mickey replies already aware that something is wrong but in
denial. He kisses Ian hard and tries to bring him back to the present. 
Ian is getting into it. Mickey's kisses could always do that to him. But,
Cade grabbing Mickey's hips. Cade pushing in harder. Cade moaning. Mickey
moaning. 
......
"You heard him fucking stop!" 
"What do you want?" 
"I want him gone." 
"Shh..." Mickey caresses the back of Ian's head and his back. He doesn't know
why Ian is crying but he holds him through it. His weight has given out and now
they're lying flat against each other, dicks soft. "It's okay." Ian only sobs
louder. "It's fine Ian. Shh..." Ian is even shaking now and Mickey finds
himself tearing up too. 
Yeah. They're not okay. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Michael the actor who plays Iggy said Iggy's full name is Viggo. But
     it's too late on the story now. Plus Ignatius sounds more irritating
     to a child whose parent insists on using it in full.
     No offense to anyone named that or related to anyone with the name.
     (^。^)
***** Chapter 45 *****
Chapter Notes
     okay, so sleepy. but here are almost 5k words for y'all.
     @Vikki u wanted the fluff back. he he hee. i tried to throw it
     somewhere in there.
     enjoy!
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"Cade ruined us."
"You're drunk." Mandy points out as Ian closes the kitchen door, joining her in
the backyard.
"Of course I'm fucking drunk. He ruined us." Ian cries as he walks down the
stairs where she's seated smoking.
"I'm sorry Ian."
"FUUUUUUUCK!" Ian yells loudly into the night. "FUUUUUUUCK!" He does it again
no doubt trying to get rid of his frustration.
"Feel better?" Mandy asks once he's done.
"No."
They go silent with Ian drinking and Mandy smoking, watching him carefully. 
"Remember how you said we're soulmates and that we would no doubt be together
forever?"
"Yeah?"
Ian shakes his head and takes several gulps of the whiskey bottle on his hand.
"I don't think we'll survive this Mandy. It's not good."
"Mick what are we going to do?" Ian asks after he's calmed down. 
"I don't know Ian. I mean, in the back of our minds we obviously knew something
was wrong. I mean..." 
"Two months." 
"Yeah. Two months without sex, it's not us. Never been us. Don' matter if we're
fucking fighting or some shit." Mickey takes Ian's hand that's under his pillow
and entwines their fingers. "What do you wanna do?" 
Ian squeezes Mickey's hand. "Do you think we'll ever get over this?" 
"Yeah. Just not now." 
"Yeah." Ian thinks they need time too. "If we stay together with this hanging
over our heads..." 
"I know." 
"Fuck Mickey, I'm scared." 
Mandy frowns up at her best friend who looks like he's about to cry. "No."
"Yes Mands. This is it. This is the thing that comes between the school's power
couple."
"No!" Mandy insists admantly. "I wont allow it. Gallavich is not breaking up on
my watch. No!"
"This can't be fixed, Mandy!" Ian yells dropping the bottle and the liquor
spills. "We tried having sex today and guess what, we couldn't." He breathes
staring into Mandy's eyes who's watching him with wide eyes. "I can't penetrate
my boyfriend without thinking about Cade doing it. And Mickey," Ian sniffs.
"Fuck." He whispers. "This is it Mandy. This is fucking it."
"There has to be something you can do. Money's not a problem. You could both go
to therapy."
"Gallaghers don't do therapy." Ian says before taking Mandy's beer from her
hand.
"Stop mixing alcohol."
"Like I give a shit." Ian mutters before draining it.
Mandy shakes her head. This is unbelievable. Like she seriously can't believe
Ian is talking about a fucking break up. Their relationship surely can't be in
that much trouble. 
"What does Mickey think?"
"We're not fine Mandy. That's the bottom line. He knows it, I know it."
Ian wants to not feel anymore. He doesn't want to feel anything. Because when
does he feels like his heart is being ripped out of his chest. He is going to
lose Mickey, he can feel it. They won't make it through this. It's been awkward
between them for months. They just didn't wanna see it. Or talk about it.
They've been in denial for almost two months! Two fucking months they didn't
want to admit something was terribly wrong.
Now they need to face it. The undeniable truth is that Cade tried to come
between them. And even though he's long gone, he succeeded.
It's the threesome
It's the kidnapping.
It's the whole terrifying experience they went through.
It has come between them. Mickey was shaking. Shaking when they tried to have
sex. That's just...shit. Ian shakes his head. Yeah, he doesn't want to feel
anymore. So he'll drink until he blacks out. So he passes Mandy and goes back
up the stairs.
"Ian."
"Alcohol."
Is all he gives as a reply before going back into the house. He finds Dean and
Sapphire standing by the sink. He grabs the bottle of Jonny Walker Dean is
about to pour himself and walks away with it.
.
"Red needs to slow down." Dillon tells Mickey where they're standing in the
living room watching Jack and Cayden arm wrestling for money.
Mickey glances at his boyfriend who's already unsteady but drinking straight
from the bottle. "He's fine."
While Ian has decided to get wasted out of his mind, Mickey has lost any and
all morale. He's been holding the same beer for hours and it's not even halfway
gone. Taking a sip, he licks his lips and watches Ian where he's leaning on the
wall with the bottle of whiskey almost gone. He's going to have one hell of a
hangover. He's also going to get drunk before everybody else.
"Jesus." Mickey rubs his forehead. He hands Dillon his beer. "Gotta keep an eye
on him."
"Hey." Dillon stops him. "You find out that thing you were talking about?" He
asks. "The something wrong?"
Mickey nods. "Unfortunately."
Fuck, his heart breaks at the admission. How on earth are they going to make it
through this? That fucking psycho did this and Mickey wishes Joey would have
gone ahead and killed him. How did they even let themselves get there? Mickey
is done with hard drugs. Fucking done. All they hold is a bad memory now.
He also needs to be the one supporting Ian, not Trent. "I got him." He tells
the blond as he pulls the drunk redhead into his arms.
"He was going pretty hard. He okay?"
"Mind your fucking business Trent." Mickey tells him and their classmate just
nods and walks away. Mickey takes Ian to their room and pushes the door open.
He places Ian on the bed and his boyfriend sits on the edge. "Ian." Mickey
calls gently.
"Yeeeah?"
"How are you going to drink this hard on one bad leg?" He asks concerned.
"You're supposed to be keeping your weight of it."
"Exactly. I'm not drunk. It's the...it's tha leg." Ian slurs. Mickey starts to
undress him. "Mick, baby."
"Yes?"
Ian grabs both of Mickey's cheeks and Jesus Christ, Mickey could get drunk from
his breath alone. "What are we going to thu?"
Mickey smiles at the thu."Right now, you're going to sleep. Then in the morning
we'll know what to thu."
"Mkay." Ian says softly as Mickey tucks him in.
"Don't fall asleep till I bring you water, alright?"
Ian grabs Mickey's hand and pulls him back. "You're always... gonna love me no
matter wa happens, right?"
"Of course Ian! I'm never gonna love anybody else but your red ass."
Ian nods. "Mkay."
Mickey pecks his cheek. "I'm coming. I love you."
"Love you too. My love."
Mickey shuts his eyes tightly as Ian caresses his cheek. He squeezes the taller
boy's hand and nods once. Taking a deep breath, he walks out the door.
                              ~0~
Ian stirs to low murmuring. He rubs his eyes and shadows them as he opens his
lids, not wanting to be blinded by the light. He frowns when he opens his eyes
to find darkness. What the fuck? He could have sworn he slept for more than
just a few hours.
Reaching for his phone, he dials My Love. The call doesn't get answered but
Mickey bursts through the door two minutes later. "You're awake." 
Ian sits up. "Why do you look surprised?" 
Mickey shrugs. He doesn't know. 
"Is it because you know we need to talk?"
Mickey passes Ian the sandwich he brought with. "It's not some emergency." 
Hungry Ian bites into it immediately. He nods. "You're right." He doesn't mind
postponing the eminent doom of their relationship. The relationship he thought
was strong enough to overcome anything. He chews his third bite and swallows,
looking at his boyfriend who is still watching him with his hands in his
pockets. "Are there people in the house?" 
"Mom is with Aaron so the party extended." Mickey shrugs. 
"What happened to the music and the noise?" 
"People are still drunk from last night?" 
"Last night!" Ian exclaims. "How long have I been asleep?" Mickey nods.
"Shit." 
The shorter boy laughs. "With how much you consumed, we get it." 
"You're still not drunk though." 
"Eh." Mickey shrugs again. "Trying to stick to beer. Not in a partying mood." 
"Why'd you throw it?" Mickey raises an eyebrow at him. Ian rolls his eyes. "I'm
just saying, you shouldn't have if you didn't want to." 
"This you trying to start a fight?" 
Ian pauses midchew. "No." He says with his mouth full. "I'm just saying it
wasn't a must."
"Says the guy who passed out before people even got to his party." 
"Fuck off." 
They stare at each other with soft smiles. Ian puts his unfinished sandwich
aside with a sigh. "Gonna go back to sleep." 
"Kay." Mickey starts to walk towards the door then stops. "Goodnight Ian."
Ian uncovers his head to look at Mickey. "Night Mick." 
 
 
                      ~0~0~0~0~
 
 
Ian and Mickey are seated on the Milkovich front steps in silence. Mickey is on
his forth cigarette since they sat here. None of them want to talk first. 
"Would it be a break or a break up?" Ian finally asks. 
"Huh?" 
"If we were to do it. What would it be?" 
Mickey scratches his eyebrow. "A break. I still love you man. Kinda just want
to get past this so we can move on." 
"Yeah. Me too." Ian nods. 
"So we're doing it, taking a break?" 
Mickey looks at Ian and the redhead can't help but kiss him. He can taste the
nicotine and he moans softly when he feels Mickey's soft tongue against his.
They pull away and Mickey laughs. 
"Can we still do that during this break?" 
Ian laughs too. "Don't see why not." He takes Mickey's hand that's between
them. "We'll still be boyfriend's, we're just taking a break, right?" 
"Right." 
                                 ~0~
"Ian." Silence. "Ian." Fiona calls again but Ian doesn't answer her. "Ian!" She
kicks his twin bed so he can open his eyes. 
"What?" He looks up at her, exhausted. 
"Christmas is in a week. I know you didn't just tell Debbie you and Mickey
broke up." 
"We didn't break up, we're taking a break."
Fiona crosses her arms, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. "What's the
difference?" 
"We're still boyfriends, but we're taking some time apart." He explains. "We'll
get back together." 
Fiona nods. "Okay. That better be all though. You two are not allowed to break
up." 
Ian rolls his eyes but nods. 
"Okay well, dinner in an hour." She says before walking out. 
                                ~0~
"Ian look, I never butt in when it comes to your life, but do you really think
a break up is the way to go?" Lip asks that night at dinner. 
Ian glares at Debbie. "I said we're taking a break. Not breaking up. There's a
difference." 
"Oh." 
"Yes." 
"What's the difference?" She asks.
"Ian." Lip calls again. "In light of what happened, you two need to stick
together even more than ever. Not separating." 
"Its for the best."
"You both agreed to this?" Lip persists. 
"Yes. We need this." Ian puts a piece of meat in his mouth and chews thinking
the discussion is over. 
"But," Lip puts down his spoon and scratches his blond hair like a person
stressing out. "I just... You're Ian and Mickey. "
"I'm aware." Ian replies dryly. 
Lip sighs and picks his spoon back up. "Whatever." 
 
 
                      ~0~0~0~0~
 
 
Ian's limp is almost none existent now. He's at work flipping through a food
magazine when Mandy walks in. 
"Hey best friend." She greets leaning on the counter. She always comes around
once a day to check on him.
"Hi." He closes his magazine and chews on his bottom lip anxiously. 
"For fuck's sake." Mandy rolls her eyes. "Just ask." 
"How's Mickey?" 
"Not good." Ian quickly sits up. "Relax. It's just food poisoning. The doc said
he would be fine, he just needs some rest for three to four days." 
"How the fuck did he get food poisoning?" 
"Mickey, Dillon and the guys took a road trip to Michigan for two days. Don'
know what he ate." 
"They were in a road trip?" 
"I knew you weren't checking the group chat." 
Ian inspects his nails. "We haven't talked since..." He sighs. "Is he in
pain?" 
"You know Mick. He won't say if he is. But I heard him wincing today morning so
he must be." She shrugs. "Need some company?" 
He nods just as a customer walks in. 
                                 ~0~
"I would punch you right now if you weren't sick." Ian dabs a wet cloth on
Mickey's sweaty forehead. "How can you get sick and not even text me, huh?" 
Mickey turns so he's lying on his side. "I don't understand what the fucking
rules are!" 
Ian shakes his head. "It doesn't matter. We were friends first. Remember
that." 
Mickey takes Ian's hand that's holding the wet cloth. "I'm sorry. Spend the
night?"
Ian nods once. "Of course." He pecks Mickey on his forehead. "I'll go get you
more drinking water." 
Ian just opened the fridge to reach for an apple when he senses he's not alone
in the kitchen. He slowly turns around to find Mama Milkovich crossing her arms
and watching him. 
"What is this I hear about you two not being together anymore? Why?" 
Ian avoids her eyes as he leans on the counter. "We're not okay so we decided
to take a small break. But we'll be together again." 
"When?" 
"We don't know yet? Until we solve whatever's going on." 
"Why can't you solve it and still be together?" 
Ian shakes his head. "We can't be together right now ma, it's... we can't." She
smiles. "What?" 
"You're looking after him in his time of need so I guess..." She sighs. "Just,
get your shit together, please." 
"You said shit." 
"I heard. I was here." She snarks. 
"We're doing our best." 
She caresses his elbow and slides her hand down till she's holding his hand.
"Do better." 
With a squeeze of his fingers, she walks off. 
"So your mom needs us to do better." 
Mickey hums. "I know. She's been on my ass. They all have."
Ian gets in bed under the covers and pulls Mickey in so he can spoon him. "My
family too. A lot of people are rooting for us." 
"They need to mind their own fucking business is what they need to be doing." 
                               ~0~
 Ian doesn't leave Mickey's side for the next few days. He takes care of
Mickey. Cleans the bucket when he throws up, wipes him down when he sweats,
holds him through the night. He can't and won't do go anywhere till he knows
the boy he loves is better. 
So he only goes to work at the mini market then is right back here to the
Milkovich house. After three days Mickey looks better and there's no more
vomiting. Ian finally allows him to smoke. 
 Dillon brings him a new packet of Marlboro and they smoke up in the backyard
after Ian has left for work. 
"You two are so fucking weird." Dillon shakes his head. "Tell me again why you
couldn't solve the problem without taking this stupid break?" He sips his beer,
gaggles and then spits. 
"Being together, together, just reminded us that we can't have sex." Mickey
explains. "And that's a big part of us. I'm not saying we can't do without..." 
"I get it." Dillon waves him off. "So he's been staying here and sleeping in
your bed for three days and taking care of you." 
"Yeah." 
"But you're still broken up?" 
"Taking a break." 
"My bad." Dillon raises his hands then inhales deeply. "I just... you guys need
to get back together. I would feel sorry for anyone who would have to date Ian
and Mickey. It's like..." He scrunches his face in thought. "It's like Beyonce
and Jay-Z breaking up. Can you even picture anyone dating Beyonce? It would
just... I can't see it. That's you and Ian. Anyone else dating you simply won't
measure up to Ian. Same applies to him. Stop laughing. You know I'm making
sense." 
Mickey laughs some more and looks at his friend amused. "Jay-z and Beyonce,
really?" 
"It works! You're a power couple and no one can picture you guys with anyone
else. I for one can't." 
"I don't want anyone else man." 
Dillon sighs heavily. "Can't you two just, work it out?" 
"We're trying." 
                                 ~0~"
 
Do you two shitheads even know what this is?" Iggy asks them holding up a
condom. 
"Iggy. Seriously?" Ian asks. 
Iggy throws the rubber at Mickey. "Is that your first time touching that?" 
"Ever heard of health class you fucking doofus?" Mickey glares at his brother. 
"It's not the same." 
Ian and Mickey had just joined Iggy in the living room when they got ambushed
with a condom. "I'm more freaked out that he knows we've always had unprotected
sex." Ian tells Mickey who laughs. 
"Ig, I assume there's a point to all this?" Mickey throws the condom back. 
"Yes. Fucking raw is the best thing ever invented. You guys have it good." He
explains and Mickey listens to him with a grimace while Ian laughs. "You break
up," Iggy continues. "You're gonna have to start using this shit." 
"Aaah." Ian leans back on the couch fully comprehending Iggy's thought process.
"Right."
Mickey just shakes his head in amusement. "Jesus Christ." 
"I'm serious bro. Work your shit out." Iggy stands up and puts his phone in his
pocket. He walks out but not before smacking Ian at the back of his head. "Work
it out!" He yells as he walks out, closing the door behind him.
 
 
                       ~0~0~0~0~
 
 
"Dillon wants us to hit a strip club in boys town." Mickey says a few days
later when he visits Ian at work. "Where's Linda?"
"Kash n Grab. Male or female?" 
"Both." Mickey replies leaning on the counter. He reaches and wipes off
something from Ian's bottom lip. He then puts it his mouth. "Did you pay for
those chips? Linda will cut them from your salary." 
Ian laughs. "I know." 
"So, you coming?" 
"To a strip club? Two days before Christmas?" He wrinkles his nose. "That just
seems wrong." 
 Mickey laughs as he reverses out of the store. "You know where to find us if
you change your mind." 
"I wont!" Ian shouts as the door closes behind Mickey. 
                                ~0~
Mandy, refuses to let her boyfriend go to a strip club without her so now they
have a girl in their boys night out. Mickey almost changed his mind but; You
need this Mickey Mick. After everything you've been through you need this.
Dillon had insisted. And now here they were. At a strip club. At least there's
going to be alcohol. 
"Thanks a lot Dillon." Jack says sarcastically as they situate themselves.
"I like having a girlfriend fuck you very much." He replies just as Mandy joins
them. 
Mickey just shakes his head in amusement as he downs his first shot. 
. 
Mandy, Dillon, Jack and the other two all participate in the lap dances. Mandy
even joined them on stage at some point. Mickey is watching the male strippers
but isn't partaking. He just keeps downing glasses of vodka and now has a nice
buzz going on. 
A few hours later, the music has slowed down a bit and even the rest their
energy has subsided if Mandy dozing off next to Dillon is anything to do by.
Mickey has just finished a cold bottle of water in quick succession when one of
the strippers approach him. He starts to grind on Mickey's lap. He sways his
hips and touches on Mickey chest and thighs. 
Mickey clears his throat. "That's enough, I'm fine." 
The guys bends down to Mickey's ear. "The name is Silver. Wanna take a trip to
the champagne room?" 
Mickey shakes his head. "Yeah, not paying for that." 
"Already taken care of." Silver replies in his seductive voice, still grinding
professionally. 
Mickey glances at his friends and Jack lifts his glass in salute. "Fucker."
Mickey mutters. Silver takes Mickey's hands and places them on his waist.
Mickey stammers a little. "Lo...look Silver, I'm sure you're really good at
your job, but-" 
"You're hot." 
"Umm, thanks. But listen..." Mickey trails off when Silver grinds his ass
against the semi he didn't even know he was spotting. Mickey grabs the stripper
by the hips so he can stop moving. "Listen..." 
Again, he doesn't finish talking because the guy, kisses him. On the mouth.
Full on kisses him. Grabs Mickey's cheeks and kisses him. Mickey freezes,
shocked. Silver granted, is a good kisser. But Mickey thinks about how Ian's
kisses make him feel and this is nothing in comparison. He hasn't stopped
Silver, but all he's doing is thinking about Ian. How everything about the
redhead is unique and out of this world. Even something as simple as a kiss. 
He finally pulls his head back and looks up at Silver who's grinning. "That was
nice." The stripper says. He tries to move in for another but Mickey stops him
by pressing on his chest. 
"I'm glad you think so but we're done here." 
Silver pouts and where Ian's is adorable, his is just comical. "But we haven't
gone to the champagne room yet." He complains. "It's already been paid for." 
"Consider that your tip." Mickey says slapping the guys ass so he can get off
his lap. 
"Thank you." Silver says and pecks Mickey on the cheek before walking away with
a wink. 
Mickey runs a hand across his mouth then grabs a bottle from the table and
drinks from it. 
"Fuck." 
Jack gives him a thumbs up but Dillon just gives him a pitying look, already
aware of what he will have to go through with Ian for pulling that little
stunt. 
 
 
                      ~0~0~0~0~
 
 
 #Gallavichintrouble
#Gallavichnomore
#Gallavichbreakup
Ian has silenced his phone seven times now. It's keeps chiming with
notifications but he just wants to sleep. It's Christmas Eve and he just wants
a few more minutes in bed. Is that too much to ask?!
When his phone rings he's forced to wake up. "What!" He barks. 
"Please, please, please, please, please Ian don't check any of your social
media sites until you talk with Mickey." Mandy pleads on the other end making
Ian sit up. 
"What are you going on about?" 
Mandy takes a deep breath on her end. "People are tagging you left and right
and there's like a million hash tags trending right now. I'm just asking you
not to check anything until Mickey gets there and tells you himself."
Without hanging up, Ian checks the top of his phone and he does indeed have
notifications from Facebook, twitter and Instagram. Their school Facebook group
seems to be the most active even as he's on the call. He puts the phone back in
his ear.
"Mandy, what's online?"
"Mickey is on his way. He even drove there so it's only a matter of time
before-"  
"Ian!"
Ian's head shoots up and he looks at Mickey who's by the bedroom door seemingly
out of breath. "Babe?" 
"Aaaah, can we talk?" Mickey points behind him. 
Ian nods quickly and pulls the phone from his ear. He goes to hang up but Mandy
already did. He follows Mickey down the stairs and out the house. Grabbing
Lip's jacket that's hanging by one of the dinning table chairs, he puts it on. 
He frowns at Mickey who's already pacing as he chews on his thumb. "Mick stop,
you're making me dizzy!" 
Mickey stops and looks at him. "Ian." Ha takes a deep breath and it makes the
redhead nervous. "I am not just telling you this because its all over social
media. I was going to tell you today anyway. Please remember that." 
Ian nods, hugging himself. Bracing himself for the bad news. "What happened?" 
"Last night," 
"Oh Mick." Suddenly Ian needs to sit but the steps are covered in snow. 
"I didn't...shit." Mickey runs a hand across his mouth. "I love you."
"What did you do?" A whisper. 
"Jack paid for this stripper to give me a lap dance." 
Ian frowns. "There's nothing wrong with that. Is that all?" Mickey shakes his
head. Ian gasps, his heart palpitating. "Did you fuck him?!" 
"No, no, no, I would never." 
"Then what did you do!" Ian yells. 
"I..." Mickey starts nervously. "I kissed him." 
Ian stands there looking at Mickey, saying nothing. He presses his teeth
together in anger seemingly speechless. Next thing Mickey sees is a blur of red
as Ian goes back into the house and locks the door behind him. 
"Shit." 
 
 
 
                      ~0~0~0~0~
 
#Gallavichintrouble
#Gallavichnomore
#Gallavichbreakup
 
Those are the three hash tags trending and people are already debating. Did
Mickey cheat or did Gallavich break up over the holidays? It's all the school
can talk about online. By the time noon comes around Mickey is forced to switch
off his phone. He is tired of getting tagged. 
He hates that they keep tagging Ian too who's hurting and angry and this will
just make it that much harder for Mickey to apologize and make his case. 
God, he fucking hates people sometimes. 
                                ~0~
When Ian bangs into Milkovich house that evening, his eyes are red and swollen
and it breaks Mickey's heart to see. He stands up and leads the way to their
bedroom. As soon as he shuts the door Ian pushes him against it so hard his
back hurts. 
"I watched the video!" Ian shouts."I've been watching the video." He throws his
phone at Mickey. "You kissed him for four, fucking, minutes! So you can't stand
there and tell me it was a mistake!" 
"I won't." Mickey swallows. 
Ian sniffs. "Is this what a break means to you? Moving on?" 
"No!" Mickey steps towards Ian who steps back and wipes his eyes that are
welling up again. "I kissed him, back." He admits and Ian chokes on a sob. 
"You screwed him Mickey. You screwed that fucking..." Ian trails off as more
tears fall down his cheeks. He turns around so he's facing the window. 
Mickey takes a deep breath and wipes away a lone tear that manages to escape.
He glances at Ian's phone and it's on the school's Facebook group. The video
has over two hundred comments Jesus Christ. He exists Facebook and sees the
unopened texts he's been sending Ian all day.
His eyes widen in surprise. "Ian." Silence. "You've saved me as Mickey on your
phone. You changed it?" He asks in disbelief his voice breaking. "Ian,"
"You broke my heart!" The redhead shouts but doesn't turn around. "I changed it
after you broke my heart." He repeats softly, quietly. 
Mickey nods and throws Ian's phone on the bed. "I didn't have sex with him. I
kissed him." He hears Ian's breath hitch. "And as I was kissing him all I could
think about was you." He's now standing directly behind Ian. He rubs his hands
gently. "I never want to be with anyone else." He turns Ian around so they're
looking at each other. The redhead sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.
"Kissing him, only made me realise how much I love you. Reminded me, how much
I'm in love with you. I could never go through with it babe. You believe me,
right?" 
Ian finally looks at him. "You kissed him." 
"I did." 
"Did you like it?" 
Mickey shakes his head slowly. "No. He was nothing compared to you. And trust
me, that's all I did for the entire four minutes. Compare. He didn't hold a
candle to you." Mickey says earnestly. "No one will ever measure up to you."
They're chest to chest now. 
Ian flattens his hands against Mickey's chest. "Did you get hard?" 
"I had like, a half chub, but that was it. I didn't fuck him. I didn't touch
him. And even that kiss," Mickey shakes his head caressing Ian's cheek. "I know
it looks bad but it was nothing. I swear to you." 
"Okay." 
"Okay?" 
"Okay." 
"Can I kiss you?" 
Ian looks to the ceiling with a small smile. He then looks at Mickey's blue
eyes and slides his hands up his boyfriend's neck. "I don' know, can you?" 
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 46 *****
Chapter Notes
     Heeeeeeey
     Okay so I've been leaving clues in form of memories and their
     conversations about where Cade is and whether he's alive or not. I
     will continue to do so, so if you haven't figured it out don worry.
     You will.
      
     Okay so, *clears throat* I keep reading and re-reading your comments
     and there's a reason everything is happening this way. Just need
     y'all to trust me here. What's about to happen from here on out
     unlike most things in this story has been planned out from the
     beginning.
     And believe it or not the angst is almost over. Or already over even.
     Anyhu, I have decided not to keep y'all waiting for the next chapter
     so here were go.
     P.s they are in highschool so immaturity is to be expected. Just
     throwing that out there. We're dealing with teenagers.
     Senior year guyssssss
     Umm, Lots of dialogue and some violence ahead.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Eighteen and Nineteen
 
 
 
 
"Get in."
"No."
"Ian, I thought we weren't fighting."
"We're not."
"Then get in the fucking car!"
Ian is choosing to walk to school but Mickey is insisting on giving him a ride.
Just like old times, when they were together and in love. Ian is walking on the
pavement while mickey drives his black compact car at his pace. They've been
doing this for a few blocks now, Mickey not giving up and Ian been adamant on
not getting in that car.
"Ian, baby please get in the car."
"I'm not riding with you to school because it will give people the illusion
that we're still together."
"So?"
"We're not."
"So?" Mickey repeats. "Together or not, I can still drive you to school Ian.
What's the big deal?"
"The big deal is, I'm not the one going around kissing on strippers."
Mickey slums his head on the stirring wheel and the car sways. He quickly lifts
his head and gets the car back on track. Ian stands to watch as Mickey gets the
vehicle under control. He then shakes his head and keeps walking.
"I'm sorry."
"Oh, I know." Ian has known that since Christmas. Mickey has been apologizing
daily. Tired of being followed, Ian disappears into the first ally he sees. He
laughs when he hears Mickey curse loudly at him.
.
When Ian finally gets to school after taking the long route there, he's early.
There's very few people around. Thank God. He doesn't want to deal with all the
weird stares right now. Instead of heading to his new class though, -shit he's
in twelfth grade- he goes to the music room. There's only one other person
there playing piano but she doesn't even pay attention to him. She just gives
him a small smile and continues to mind her own business.
Ian exhales in relief and walks towards the unused instruments at one corner of
the room. Bypassing the drums, he chooses the guitar instead. His love life is
a fucking mess right now and Ian is going to use this guitar as an outlet for
his emotions.
He's still trying to figure out where he's at.
Well, he doesn't hate Mickey, that's for sure. Can never hate Mickey. That's
not even on the realm of possibilities. But he is hurt, and embarrassed.
Because the whole school knows what transpired. He misses Mickey even though
they do see each other. They haven't slept together since the food poisoning
incident, but they do text, or rather Mickey texts apologies.
Are they on their break still?
Are they broken up?
Are they fighting?
Are they in good terms?
God, such a fucking mess.
Ian hasn't even been there ten minutes before Freddy walks in. "Ian!" Ian stops
playing to glare at the school journalist. "Thanx Pat." The brown haired boy
waves at the quiet girl at the corner. The girl Ian thought was so fucking
chill.
"I'm not telling you anything Fred."
"Oh, c'mon man, you gotta give me something here." He pulls up a chair and
places it in front of Ian before taking a seat.
"My personal life is my private life."
Freddy scoffs. "You know that's not true." He pulls out a note pad and a pen
from his bag. "So what's the jist?" Pulling out a tape recorder too, he presses
a button then points it at Ian. "Did Mickey cheat? Or are you two broken up
now, in which case he had every right to make out with that stripper?"
Ian licks his lips and looks at his classmate. "You really think I would throw
him under the bus?"
"So he did cheat?"
"No!" Ian takes a deep breath. "Fuck off Fred."
"Ian, would you rather people assume, or would you rather people know the
truth?"
"You want the truth?" Ian stands up.
"Yes."
"Mickey didn't cheat on me."
"So what does that mean? Ian!" Fred calls as Ian leaves the room and bangs the
door behind him.
 
 
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"You did this!" 
"I didn't do shit, Mickey!" 
"You paid for that stripper, and you recorded and leaked the fucking video.
Fucking admit it!" Mickey pushes hard at Jack's chest. 
"You know I can't fight you because of Dillon, so don't fucking tempt me." Jack
growls. 
Mickey thumbs his nose and laughs. He looks around the open field then turns
back to Jack. "You think you can take me?" 
"I don' think, I know." 
Mickey punches his stomach to get the ball rolling. "Yeah?" While Jack is bent
over in pain, Mickey grabs his head and slams it on his knee. When Jack sees
blood his eyes narrow angrily and he head butts Mickey. "Ugh!" Mickey cries out
holding onto his nose. Jack pushes him from behind and he meets the ground. He
turns so he's on his back and he trips Jack. 
Jack however gets on top of him and starts choking him. Mickey shuts his eyes
and grabs both of Jack's thumbs, pulling him off his neck. He then manages to
knee his stomach and Jack falls over. 
Both boys lay there, side by side breathing hard and bleeding from their
faces. 
"I didn't do shit except pay for the God damn stripper." Jack says before
spitting and squeezing his nose. "But I'll find out who did." 
Wayne and Wyatt the black twins who are the last two members of Dillon's crew
stand over them with their arms crossed. 
"We saw the whole thing." Wyatt starts. 
"Saw it better not to butt in." Wayne continues. 
"But Dillon wouldn't approve. Just FYI." Wyatt.
 
 
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"Hey, Ian." A seductive voice says behind him where he's searching through his
locker and he feels a hand touch his lower back. He flinches. "Have a Merry
Christmas?" 
"Do, not, touch me." Ian growls turning around. "Not in the mood Sarah." 
"Oh come on, it's been months. The least you can do is give me a hug." 
"Well tough shit." 
"So grumpy." She pouts. "Is it true? You and Mickey are over?" 
"And you care why?" 
"No reason." 
"You asking for Avery?" 
"Mickey's gay. He's never fucking my cousin. She's over it." Sarah says. "I
hope." 
"What do you want, Sarah?" 
She frowns. "I'm conversing with a friend I haven't seen in a long time." 
Ian turns back to his locker. "Not today man." 
"You heard him, screw off." 
"C'mon Mandy. We're just talking, it's harmless." 
Ian turns around to watch the two supposed friends. "C'mon Sarah, don't let the
wax in your eyes deafen you like your cousin. Ian needs you to fuck off." 
Sarah sighs. "Fine. You coming to the gym? We're holding a meeting." 
Mandy nods. "Will be there." 
"Shit." Ian says once Sarah has walked away. "Forgot you were a cheerleader
now." 
"Me too." Mandy replies making Ian laugh. He closes his locker and they start
walking down the hall and into the cafeteria. "So what's going on?" 
Ian shrugs. "Not sure myself." He says as the lunch lady serves them. 
"You better know soon." Mandy looks around the almost empty cafeteria. "Today
the school is empty. Tomorrow," 
"I know." They take a seat at their regular table for the forth year now. 
"I thought you guys made up after the video incident?" 
"We kissed. But we didn't make up." Mandy raises a questioning eyebrow. "What?
He's a good kisser." 
Mandy chuckles. "But are you broken up for good now?" 
Ian takes a bite of his apple. "I don't know what we are Mands." 
"Sharks are gonna be circling soon. Your end, his end. Better figure it out." 
 
 
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"Sharks are gonna be circling soon." 
"What?" Mickey looks at Ian confused. 
"It's what Mandy told me. And she's right." 
They are on Ian's bed, with Ian laying down and Mickey seated by his feet.
"Fuck." Mickey leans against the wall. "Kinda already wanna beat down any guy
who will try to approach you." 
"Speaking of, what happened to your face?" 
"Is nothing." 
"First day of school, where there were barely any students. And yet somehow,
you managed to get into a fight." 
"Fuck off, a'ight?" Mickey glares at him and lights a cigarette. 
Ian kicks his hip and Mickey glares harder. "You fuck off! It's our senior
year. We gotta graduate." 
"I fucking know that." 
"I will have your ass if you get yourself expelled or suspended you asshole!" 
"Right. The last guy who prevented that from happening is in a nuthouse now." 
"Exactly." Mickey blows out smoke and smiles softly at Ian. "What?" 
"You'd do that?" 
"Do what?" Ian asks quietly. 
"Look out for me, even if we're not..." 
"Come." Ian stretches out his hands and Mickey quickly puts out the cigarette
and crawls into Ian's hands. "I love you." 
"I know."
"Then you should know that I'm always gonna care. I'm always gonna look out for
you. No matter what." 
Mickey settles on Ian's chest and throws an arm around the redhead. "Ditto."
"I know." 
They lay there in silence to each their own thoughts. Mickey shuts his eyes as
Ian caresses his clothed back. The redhead kisses his hair and he sighs
contentedly as he looses himself in this embrace. 
They haven't talked about it though and the question remains, where do they go
from here?" 
Chapter End Notes
     Shorter, I know. Just trying to reduce some of the heartache on u
     guys.
     Will update again soon!
     Mob love ♥♥♥♥♥♥
***** Chapter 47 *****
Chapter Notes
     soooooooo hopefully all questions will be answered by the end of the
     chapter
     :))
     love u guys! Mwah!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mandy walks into the Gallagher house with determination. It's not even her
relationship but it's giving her fucking ulcers! Ian and Mickey are stressing
her the fuck out. One minute all is well in Gallavich land, the next minute
they’re on a fucking break where Mickey makes out with a fucking stripper? What
the hell? She needs shit explained to her. Now.
Walking into the Gallagher house early on Thursday morning, she bumps into
Fiona leaving with Liam in her arms. “Ian in there?” Mandy asks.
“Kitchen.” Fiona replies before heading off.
Mandy doesn’t even greet her best friend when she walks into the room.
“Are you two still on break or are you broken up? ‘Cause I can't tell.”
“Hi, Mandy.”
“Don’t ‘hi Mandy’ me. You two are being weird. Let me in.”
“It's complicated. You wouldn’t get it.”
“Try me.”
With a heavy sigh, Ian takes a seat on one of the chairs. “I…” he starts but
Mandy interrupts.
“I mean you were on break and you two were doing great but Mickey went out and
kissed a stripper for a long ass time. Shouldn’t you be angrier at my brother?
You two seem okay. Didn’t that bother you?”
“Of course it bothered me Mandy. Still does. It hurt like hell too!”
“So?” Mandy is so confused about their relationship right now. She's not
getting it.
“So I know Mickey better than I know myself. Which means that I know why he did
it.”
“You wanna explain it to me? Because I for one don’ get it.” Mandy joins Ian at
the kitchen table and braces herself for the explanation.
“Mickey and I aren’t getting back together.” she gasps. “At least not right
now. I'm sorry Mandy. We love each other but that’s not the issue here.”
“What is?” Ian runs a hand across his long hair. He's been meaning to go to the
barber. “Ian.”
“When he first told me and when I saw that video I was so mad. So hurt, that
Mickey would do this to me, to us when we were trying to mend ourselves. But
then last night I stayed up all night, thinking about it. Because Mickey is the
love of my life and I am his, he would never do this to me. Not in a million
years.”
“So why did he do it?”
“Cade.”
“Wha…” Mandy stammers out. “What the fuck does that asshole have to do with you
guys?”
“We haven’t been the same Mands.” Ian sniffs back tears as a sharp pain crosses
his chest. “And Mickey kissing that guy, it wasn’t about cheating, I mean yeah
it was but not with the motive to hurt me. We have this thing hanging over our
heads now. This thing has come between us. And since neither of us want to go
to therapy, Mickey was just looking for a way to push us further apart. Make
things easier.”
“That makes no sense Ian.” Mandy takes his hand.
“We need to get over this Mandy. We need to get over what Cade did to us. But
for that to happen, we can't be together. Not like this.”
“So Mickey was what, trying to make the decision easier for you? The break up?”
Ian nods, biting his lower lip. “Yeah.” He nods some more. “Yeah.” He wipes at
a stray tear. “We’ve been together forever. He's been my first everything. The
thought of even dissolving our relationship, is something that I can't fathom.
But now it's out there. One of the graduates is a stripper at the cub. He took
the video, posted it online and now the entire fucking school knows.”
“You can't embarrass yourself by staying with Mickey and he can't look like a
cheater. The one who broke Gallavich.” Mandy summarizes and he nods. “And since
you were planning on breaking up anyway…” she stands up and walks towards the
fridge. Pulling out a beer, she looks at Ian. “Oh man. This is so fucking
complicated but I get it. I think.” She sips with a frown.
 
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“I've never seen you this unhappy Mickey. Why can't you two work it out but
stay together?” Mandy asks Mickey as soon as she walks into his room. Mickey
looks at her from where he was tossing a ball towards the ceiling. His eyes…
she can tell he’s been crying. The more reason why her question makes sense.
She just talked to Ian, yes. But now she wants to hear it from Mickey.
Mickey stares at Mandy for a few minutes then inhales. “We can't be intimate
without thinking about him. And the more we keep trying…” he sits up then
shakes his head. “No. It's better this way. Staying together might just ruin us
Mandy.” He sniffs. “Do you know how fucking hard it was to sit there and kiss
that guy?” he asks. “I have only ever kissed Ian. That shit felt so fucking
foreign. But I needed to do it. I could have chosen to lie and tell Ian I
kissed someone else, but then the moment he would have looked at me like his
heart was breaking,”
“You’d have taken it back.”
Mickey nods. “I would. But Dillon and Jack were still awake so I had witnesses.
I didn’t know it would get fucking filmed, but now that's even better.” He
thumbs his nose. “I mean, I still wanna break the fucker’s nose for pulling
that shit, but now we have to break up. We wouldn’t have been strong enough to
do it ourselves. But now we need to save Ian the embarrassment. So we have to…
have to break up.” his voice cracks.
This isn’t something he ever pictured happening to them. But things were too
messed up between them. That kiss was a necessary evil just like this break up
is necessary. They needed that push.
“You going to see other people?”
Mickey shakes his head. “It's not my plan, no.” he wiggles back so he's leaning
on the headboard. “We just need the space. We will get back together, so don’t
worry about it.”
Mandy exhales. All this is too much. And they're being too complicated if you
ask her. But if Cade really did come between them, and if they're both so sure
they’ll get back together, maybe she shouldn’t worry too much.
“Okay Mick.” She walks out. “Will call you when dinner’s ready.”
Mickey nods and waits until she leaves before he lets his face crumble. Fuck,
he hates this. He hates this so fucking much. He wishes he and Ian were
stronger than this. Wishes they could just get over that… him. He wishes they
didn’t have to break up at all. Ian has been his everything for so long, Mickey
doesn’t know how to live without the redhead as his boyfriend.
“Shit.”
Mickey rubs his eyes with the heel of his hands. If he cries anymore than he
already has his eyes will be swollen in the morning. Taking out his phone, he
texts Ian; Hey.
Hi.
What r u doing?
Trying and failing to watch a movie. Can't fuckn concentrate.
Wanna talk?
Don’ know.
Please Ian.
The next text takes close to five minutes but a reply eventually comes. Okay
Abandoned building. Ten minutes.
Mickey doesn’t get a reply but he knows Ian will be there.
 
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They don’t usually come here when it's snowing because it usually gets too cold
and they can't sit on the roof. But Ian supposes it's their place and it holds
a lot of sentimental value so he gets why Mickey wants to talk here. He goes up
to the very top floor and finds Mickey sitting on the worn out couch they put
here years ago when they started coming here.
Ian rubs his hands and shudders through the cold. He looks at Mickey who's
seated on the couch, eyes on his own feet. “Hi.”
Mickey inhales suddenly looking up at Ian, seemingly surprised to see him. He
taps the empty space beside him. “Sit.”
Ian obliges and takes the seat keeping some inches between them. Mickey pulls
out a flask from somewhere and pours them searing hot coffee. “Courtesy of
Mandy. Still very much against a break up, so she provided coffee so we could
umm,” Mickey licks his bottom lip as he passes Ian the drink. “Talk.” He
finishes.
They both sip from their cups, grateful for the hot beverage. When Mickey
finishes his first  cup and pours himself another, that’s when he talks. “I
know you’ve been working hard not hate me after what I did.”
“I could never hate you Mickey.” that’s an impossibility right up there with
humans flying.
“I need to know what you're thinking. You haven’t really said much. You're not
mad but you haven’t really said anything either.”
Ian sighs and places his cup by his feet. “I know what you did was for us. It
doesn’t mean it didn’t fucking hurt!” he starts. “I try really hard not to
think about that video because when I do I tend to forget why you did it. All I
see is my boyfriend making out with another man.”
“Ian.” Mickey places a hand on Ian's thigh to calm him down.
Warmth shoots from Mickey's hand, up Ian's leg and body. He takes a deep breath
and shuts his eyes. “Mickey.” Ian whispers finally opening his eyes. He finds
Mickey watching him intently.
“Yeah?”
“Do we have to do this?”
Mickey shakes his head no. “We don’t. We don’t have to break up. We don’t have
to do anything. I miss you so –“
Mickey doesn’t finish his sentence because Ian is on him, kissing him fervently
and desperately. Mickey kisses back just as eagerly, already shedding his heavy
clothing. He takes off his jacket and heavy sweater. They fall to the floor and
he sees Ian's do the same. Mickey immediately straddles the redhead.
“Fucking love you Ian, fuck.” He reaches for Ian's button and the redhead helps
take off his belt.
As Ian is pulling his trouser down Mickey stands up to take his own off
completely. Now they're both just in t-shirts. They leave them on. The shorter
boy is back on Ian. He grabs his freckled cheeks and initiates another kiss
more deeper and more desperate. He needs this. He needs his Ian again. Maybe
Mandy is right. Maybe they don’t have to break up. Maybe they can get over what
he did together. They’ve always been a team. Why stop now?
He groans when Ian pulls away  to suck on his own fingers. He wets them
excessively then reaches between Mickey's thighs, tracing a finger around the
rim of his hole before slowly pushing in. “Aaaaah.” Is the only sound Mickey
can let out before crushing their lips together again.
Both boys are individually working really hard to make this work. To make sex
between them be beautiful again. Their minds are in this moment. It's just them
and no one else. It’s just Ian and Mickey, just like they’ve always been.
When Mickey starts to slowly rock his hips Ian knows he's ready. He takes a
deep breath and grabs a hold of his still hard dick –thank God. Mickey sees the
action and lifts up a little bit so Ian can line up and guide his cock inside
him firmly. The redhead smears precum at the tip because they’ve never done it
this unprepared before. But they need to do this. They need to be okay. It's
been weeks since they last tried. They have to be better by now. They look into
each other’s eyes as Ian goes in inch by inch. Mickey sinks down and helps
hurry the process a little bit.
They stay stuck like that for a few seconds. Blue gazing into green. Mickey
brushes Ian's hair and tucks it at the back of his ear. He can feel Ian's
hardness wilting inside him. “Please.” He breathes, heart pounding.
“I'm trying baby I really am.” Ian replies and shuts his eyes. He slides his
hands down to Mickey's ass and caresses it. “Kiss me.”
Mickey nods with red-rimmed eyes and does as told. The kiss starts off slow.
Ian sighs into Mickey's mouth and he can feel himself harden again. He
recognizes the floaty feeling he gets from his boyfriend. Can feel the hotness
going up and down his body. Only Mickey can do this to him. Fuck, he loves this
man. He finds himself saying it out loud and Mickey is quick to say it back
even as he starts moving  up and down on Ian's fully hard dick. He puts his
hands under Ian's shirt and caresses his nipples. The redhead bites his bottom
lip and lets himself get carried away.
By their love.
By the emotions taking over him.
Maybe they can do it after all. Maybe nothing has to change.
With that thought he hugs Mickey close to him and thrusts upwards. They both
sigh simultaneously. Ian buries his head in Mickey's chest and inhales as they
continue to move together.
Mickey is getting overwhelmed again but he won't cry. He will be strong because
they need to do this. They are stronger than this. Much, much, stronger. He
shuts his eyes and buries his face in Ian's neck.
Ian needs to stop thinking, this isn’t the time. But there's no sound coming
from Mickey, and it's really distracting. He grabs Mickey's waist so he can
stop bouncing on his dick. “Hey, hey.” He tries to lift Mickey's head but the
latter grabs onto him and keeps his head where it is, on his neck.
“C’mon Ian, please.” Mickey begs for the second time. He's holding Ian so
tightly it hurts but Ian lets him.
Ian sighs and starts moving again. He already knows he won't come, he doesn’t…
he can't. But maybe he can get Mickey there.
 
 
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Both boys dress up in silence before sitting back on the old couch. Mickey
reaches for the flask and pours them fresh coffee. He hands Ian his and the
redhead takes it with a soft smile.
Mickey blows on his beverage then licks his lips. “You didn’t cum.” He points
out.
“Neither did you.”
Chapter End Notes
     i know, i know, it's hard to believe when i say that the angst is
     almost over but it is. i swear
     infact. i think it is
***** Chapter 48 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey guys, warning:
     Lots of casualties ahead. An awful lot of them from here on out. A
     lot of the Ian and Mickey love rollercoaster casualties.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Learning begins a week later after everyone has settled and the holiday spirit
has died down. That's how Mrs. Kramer likes to do things. Give her students
some time to adjust at being back to school. 
It is no surprise to anyone that when they make it to their first class Ian and
Mickey are sitting in opposite sides of the class. They also look sad as fuck.
Dillon is now Mickey's desk mate while Allan is Ian's. 
Ian was ashamed to admit he had bullied Allan's friend into giving up his seat
but he needed this. Needed this specific seat. At the back and furthest from
Mickey. He's not over the boy who's been in his life since they were kids and
he won't be. He knows he won't be. Not anytime soon at least. He had finally
talked to Freddy and told him they were broken up before Mickey kissed the
stripper. So as far as the school knows, Mickey didn't cheat because Gallavich
broke up over the holidays. 
"Welcome back!" Mr. Wilson bellows snapping Ian back to the present. "I hope
everyone had a good holiday." He turns around to write on the board as the
students starts murmuring their various replies. "Let it be known that the
question was rhetorical. I do not care." He says still writing and everyone
shuts up. 
Ian feels himself cracking the first smile in a long time.
School will be a good distraction. With classes, him being captain and in the
music club, it'll be good. He'll be fine. The less he thinks about Mickey the
less his heart aches. 
 
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"I don't wanna choose. Please don't make me choose." Mandy complains where
they're at their lockers. Their lockers have always been next to each other.
Which at the moment makes this encounter awkward as fuck. She's sandwiched
between the two silent ex boyfriends who seem set on never talking again.
"Scratch that. I'm not even choosing so don't even ask." 
Ian shuts his locker first. "See you at lunch Mands." He says before walking
away. 
"What he said." Mickey says before walking away too.
"I'm sitting with the cheerleaders!" She yells after them. "Because I'm not
choosing!" She turns back around to close her own locker. "Fuckers." She
mutters to herself. 
"You have a harder time than me babe." Dillon says wrapping his hands from
behind her. She leans into him comfortingly. 
"You're Mickey's friend. Your choice has already been made for you." 
"Yes." Dillon kisses her neck and turns her around just as the bell rings. "I
maybe team Mickey, but red is my friend too. If he needs me I got him." 
Mandy smirks. "Really? And if they need you for the same thing?" 
"Team Mickey babe, remember?" 
Mandy groans as they follow the former couple to their next class. "I hate
you." 
Dillon only laughs and takes her hand. 
 
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Mickey, Dillon and the other three are under the bleachers smoking instead of
eating lunch. Mickey would rather be here than go through that fucking circus
of the entire student body going silent just so they can see where he seats
during lunch. Fuck that.
“Word is Ian is sitting with his fellow team mates.” Wyatt offers. “He's
officially that guy.”
“What guy?” Dillon asks.
“The popular jock who sits with his fellow popular team mates during lunch.”
Mickey scoffs before lighting another cigarette. “Word is.” He repeats before
scoffing again. “Word is? When did we become such a fucking interesting topic
of discussion? No, seriously,” he looks at Dillon. “What about me screams, this
Milkovich wants to be a school fucking celebrity?” he shakes his head in
disgust before lying on the grass.
Dillon laughs knowing that’s the exact reason why they’re missing lunch. “We’re
gonna have to go there some time.”
“We can walk right out and go to the nearest burger joint, right now.”
“Can't. We have class in ten minutes.” Dillon reminds him and they all get up,
stomping their cigarettes on the ground.
“Skank alert!” Wayne says laughing.
“Don’t.” his brother shakes his head at him.
“Oh boy.” Dillon rolls his eyes when he spots the subject of discussion. He
slaps Mickey in the back. “See you in class Mickey Mick.” He says before the
four of them take off.
Ian had given her a piece of his mind severally, Mandy had threatened her but
Mickey has never had to deal with her so this should be… interesting.
“Hi Mickey!” Avery waves with a loud, shy giggle.
Mickey lifts both eyebrows, amused. “Hey Avery.”
“Can we talk?” she asks. Mickey looks around the field and gestures with his
hands, pointing out there's no one near them. “Oh, okay!” she tucks a stray
hair behind her ear. “Walk with me to class?”
Mickey frowns at her. No way is he letting Ian see them together. “No.”
“Oh. Umm, okay so. I just…” she clasps her hands together.
“Gonna need you to tell me what's up Avery.” He tells her patiently. He’s got a
pretty good idea where this is going but she needs to get over him and Mickey
needs to get her there. It's time.
“You're single.”
“I am.”
“Are you ready to go out on a date or is it too soon?”
Mickey tilts his head and takes her in. She is really pretty, it's a shame
she's so hang up on him. “You're really fucking persistent.”
“My mom says I should be a lawyer.”
“Right.” Mickey steps towards her and wraps and arm around her shoulders as
they start walking. Her face turns pink with a deep blush. “Avery,”
“Yeah?” she answers hopefully wrapping an arm around his waist.
“It doesn’t matter if it's too soon for me or not.” He stops and pulls away so
he can stand in front of her instead. “You are lacking something pretty fucking
essential.”
Her smiles drops as she looks at him. “A penis?”
“Unfortunately.” Mickey nods hands in his pockets. “And you also have those…
things.”  He gestures at her boobs and she glances at them.
“But I thought, Ian was your first and only relationship. You could be bi.” She
explains. “You’ll never know unless you give it a try.”
“I am pretty sure I'm into dick and only dick Avery. I'm sorry.” He tells her
apologetically.
She sighs and runs a hand across her well combed hair. “You’re in the market. I
had to try.” She says with a disappointed pout making Mickey feel compelled to
at least give her a peck on the cheek. So he does. She smiles happily her
cheeks tainting pink and nods. “Thanks Mick.”
“See ya.” He waves before jogging to class.
The hallway is empty and he’s almost by his locker when;
“You enjoy that?”
“Fuck!” Mickey grabs his chest breathing heavily. “God dammit Ian.”
“What the hell was that?”
Mickey opens and closes his mouth speechlessly. “How the hell did you even
know?”
“Someone tweeted it.” Ian waves around his phone. It's a photo of Mickey
holding Avery.
“The amount of gossip at this school fucking baffles me.”
“Well?” Ian asks his hands dropping at his sides.
“She was never going to stop until she heard it from me that I'll never want
her.” Mickey explains and Ian's face softens.
“Okay.” he nods feeling better. Just then Avery passes by them, heading to her
locker. Ian turns around to glare at her and she stops, her eyes wide. He
stumps his foot threateningly and Avery runs into the nearest class. He laughs
then turns back to Mickey his smile slowly dissipating. “We’re not together.”
Mickey shakes his head. He folds his hands into fists to avoid pushing Ian's
hair back. It's so pretty and long now. “No.”
Ian takes a deep breath and pulls the one book he's holding to his chest. “See
you in class.”
 
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Ian goes to the locker room to change as soon as his final class is over. As
he's leaving the classroom he fights the urge to look back at Mickey and his
crew who don’t look ready to leave yet.                 He finds the rest of
the team already in the field so he heads there as soon as he’s done changing.
Ian doesn’t think he can get into anything intense yet because of his leg, so
he’d talked to the coach about it and they’d come up with the idea to have the
players who get benched a lot to play for a while. It was his idea and since
they didn’t have a game anytime soon, the coach didn’t have a problem with it.
He jogs to where the team is stretching and claps to get their attention.
“Everyone, gather around!” it's still pretty cold so many are rubbing their
hands together and blowing into them. “Don’t worry guys, we’ll do a few laps
first to get some warmth in us. But first Bobby, where is he?”
“Umm, here?” Bobby steps forward skeptically. “I'm not going out with you.” he
says suddenly making Ian frown at him, confused. “I like my face fine the way
it is so no thank you.”
“Bobby, what are you talking about?” Ian inquires as some guys cackle.
“I mean, you may be single but Mickey Milkovich is still your ex. Meaning, he
might pummel my face in for taking his place so I'm turning you down.”  He
finishes. “Also, I'm not gay.”
Ian pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath.
“Wait, you can be with other people now? Because I'm down for that.” Cayden
steps forward. “Unlike others, I'm no pussy.”
“Fuck off Cayden. Everyone knows you got the hots for the captain you don gotta
announce it.”
“Shut up! Both of you.”  Ian silences them. “Bobby, why would I ask you out in
front of everybody?”
“Why else would you call me forward?”
“Because you're our kicker today.”
“What!” Bobby exclaims in surprise. “I get to play?”
Ian nods. “You get to play. So you, you, you, you, you, and you. Take a seat.”
 He singles out Cayden, Evans, Dean and every other star player. “Everybody
else plays.”
“This is bullshit.” Dean complains.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Didn’t think so." Ian claps twice. "Ten laps everybody, let’s go!”
The best players jog past him murmuring their complaints but Ian just rolls his
eyes and takes a seat. He can't run yet. He tried. He hopes he’ll be well
enough for their first game otherwise it's going to be a problem. But it's in
two months and Fiona is taking him back to see the doctor tomorrow, Ian hopes
they’ll get good news.
“That was some funny shit.” Mandy laughs handing him his warm jacket and a
bottle of water.
“Why would he assume I was asking him out? Idiot.” He says taking a seat next
to her. “Faster! C’mon!” Mandy covers her ears. “Sorry.”
“Because you’re Ian Gallagher and you can do whatever you want. Get whoever you
want.” Ian scoffs and can't resist looking behind him where Mickey always sat
in the bleachers for every practice and every game. He sighs sadly before
taking another sip of his water. “So you guys are really doing this, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Shit.”
 
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Three Weeks Later
 
Fiona pours herself a glass of milk and drinks it staring at Ian who's doing
his homework across from her on the kitchen counter. “It's been three weeks.”
“Has it?” he asks without breaking concentration.
“I thought this was just a phase. Ian it's been three fucking weeks!”
Ian closes his book. “That’s usually how break ups work Fiona.” He takes the
glass from her and drinks all the milk. She glares at him and pours herself
another.
“You realize if any other boy starts coming around we won't accept him?”
Ian laughs. “That’s highly unfair Fiona.”
“It's not. It's Mickey or no one.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Dead serious.”
Ian shakes his head and gets up. "It doesn’t matter. No one is coming around
any time soon.”
Or ever.
Ian doesn’t see himself getting there. Mickey and him need the time apart. And
when that time is over, they will get back together. As it should be. So there
will be no boy coming around. He doesn’t say any of that out loud though, he
just heads upstairs to his room. When Lip went to college he took over his
room. His brother visits on weekends but takes the couch or Ian's former tiny
bed.
The guys from the team are going out so Ian is joining them. It's gonna feel
weird hanging out with a different crowd but Ian is all for it. He can't stay
cooped up in his room anymore. He needs to get out. But first, he has to take
mama Milkovich to the store. She picks him up outside the Gallagher house in
Colin’s car.
“My handsome boy, how have you been?”
“Good.” Ian nods with a smile happy to see her as he puts on his safety belt.
“Now, breaking up with Mickey doesn’t mean breaking up with me so this is the
last time you disappear, understood?”
“Understood.”
.
 
“Cinnamon?” Ian asks when they get to the supermarket.
“Yes, definitely.” She takes it from him and puts it in the basket. “I am gonna
have to watch over this batch very carefully. The last time Aaron came over to
make cookies with me, I had asked all of my sons to come over too and the boys
hijacked the dough and laced it with weed.” Ian snorts. “I know. And with the
notorious sons I have you would think I would know the smell of weed by now.
But I don’t, well I didn’t, I certainly do now.” Ian laughs some more. “They
sat back and let me bake their weed cookies for them. Let me do all the work. I
didn’t feel like eating them on that day so I just placed them on the table.
But those little shits sat there and watched Aaron eat cookie, after cookie,”
“No.”
“Yes, Ian. I had a lot of work on my hands when they left to go out that night.
All of them which means they were running away since I worked it eventually.”
they both laugh. "He doesn't even smoke that stuff so you can imagine what a
hard time he gave me." 
Ian remembers people saying Mickey was selling weed cookies at school last
week. And now the story behind them just makes him laugh harder. “Oh my God,
that was so wrong.”
Mama Milkovich makes a sound at the back of her throat as they keep walking
around the store looking for the ingredients. “Don’t give me that. If you were
there you would have joined them.”
Ian shrugs apologetically before laughing again. Mama Milkovich walks ahead and
leaves him behind. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's not funny.” He says catching up
to her.
“No, it was not. Now my boyfriend will never eat anything made my children.”
“Smart man.”
 
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“The team is partying at Quake tonight.” Dillon says waving his phone around.
“Cayden just updated his status. Think he’ll be there?” he asks sitting next to
Mickey on the couch.  
Mickey shakes his head and keeps changing channels. “He hasn’t been to any of
the others so I don’t know.”
“What if he does?”
“It’ll be good. I think. Just because we broke up doesn’t mean we can't have a
life.”
“That’s true.” Dillon takes in his friend. “Are you really okay with this?”
“No.” Mickey says honestly. “Not really. I would feel so much better if he was
right here next to me, if I'm being honest.”
Dillon chews on his lip, hesitant to ask the question on his lips. “What if,”
he starts.”What if red fucks someone else Mickey Mick, what then?”
“Then he’ll fuck someone else!”
“But-“
“We’re broken up Dil, that means I can't be in his business. Where’s ma?” he
asks Mandy who's leaving the bathroom in a towel.
“She went to the store with Ian.” She offers then winces. “Shit.”
“It's fine.” He says. “He's as much her son as I am.”
Dillon clears his throat and gets up. Left my phone in Mandy's room so I'm just
gonna…”
“Fuck off Dillon, just keep it down.”
“Umm, I don’ think so, you and Ian never kept it down for nobody.” Mandy
protests. “So you, turn that up.” she points at the TV before grabbing her
boyfriend’s hand and pulling him towards her room.
Dillon can only shrug apologetically.
Mickey shakes his head and tunes into a music channel then turns up the volume.
 
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It feels so good to let lose after all this time. Ian feels likes he hasn’t
gone out in forever. With the kidnapping and the fall out of their relationship
after that, it has been a while. So doing shots with Dean and Cayden feels
pretty fucking good. He is not a big fan of tequila –unlike Mickey- he can't
help but think, but the team won't stop chanting his name until he takes one so
he puts some salt in his mouth and downs one. That shit is lethal. Ian groans
and shakes his head as the rest clap and cheer.
He grabs his beer so he can erase that bitter taste from his mouth.
Cayden orders more shots and the second one isn’t so bad. He downs his entire
beer and the coldness feels  amazing going down his throat.
All in all it's a great night.
.
By 11:00PM most of their fellow players have already left or are passed out on
the table. Ian, Cayden and Dean are the only ones still drinking.
“Damn Ian, guess throwing all those parties is paying off.” Cayden praises,
impressed.
Ian belches and leans back, relishing in the feeling of being drunk. He can't
help thinking about the last time he got drunk. He'd over drunk but he knew
he'd be well taken care of by Mickey. Mickey his boyfriend at the time.
Mickey the man he will forever love.
Mickey had put him in bed and made sure he was okay. He’d taken care of him the
next day just like he's always done. Just like they’ve always looked after each
other. Ian can't believe they’re broken up. He can't believe their relationship
is over just like that. After so many years of being together literally and
figuratively, after all that they're over.
“Hey, hey, hey, Ian.” Cayden takes his arm bringing him back to the present.
“You're crying.”
“Shit.” Ian wipes at his tears. “Shit.”
“Are you okay?”
“No.” Ian shakes his head fervently. “Mickey is not my boyfriend anymore and I
don’t know what to do about that.” he sniffs wiping off tears that keep
falling. 
"Of God." Dean stands up. "I'll leave this one to you. Sapphire hasn't stopped
calling all night so I'm going to get my dick wet." And with that he staggers
away. 
Cayden turns back to Ian, taking in his state sympathetically. "Is this final?
Aren't you getting back together?" 
Ian looks at him his eyes teary. "I don't know." He starts crying again. Cayden
frowns and pulls him in for a hug. "I'm sorry man. This has to suck." Ian nods
on his shoulder. "Maybe there's something you can do? Whatever you did,
apologise and if he's the one who fucked up, forgive him." 
Ian pulls back and wipes his tears again with the bottom of his shirt. He
sniffs and looks at Cayden. "You root for Gallavich?" 
"Of course I do!" 
Ian scoffs chuckling. "Cayden, you once offered to blow me in the school bus,
talking about how Mickey didn't have to know." 
Cayden smiles shyly. "You're hot. And your bulge was visible." He shrugs as if
that should be explanation enough. "Got me horny as fuck." 
"Okay, alright. That's enough." Ian holds up his hand and reaches for his beer.
He drinks it continuously till the bottle is empty. When he's done he finds
Cayden watching him intently. "What?" The other boy shrugs and licks his lips.
His eyes are dark, hooded and his lips are red and shinny from too much
licking. 
"Ian-"
"Have you ever been to Mexico or were you born here?" Ian asks quickly. 
"Don't." Cayden says scooting closer. 
"You're drunk." Ian points out. 
"So are you. It's the perfect excuse." 
Ian takes a deep breath. "I can't."
"I'm not asking to date you Ian." Cayden places a hand on Ian's lap and guides
it towards his crotch. "We'll just be two grown ups having consensual sex."
He's palming Ian now. "Fuck you're big." 
"Nggg." Ian moans and Cayden kisses him. 
They grab onto each other's faces and kiss hard and rough on the booth. Cayden
pulls back breathing hard. "My brother's place is two blocks away." He stares
at Ian, looking into his eyes while awaiting his reply. 
"Guys?" Someone calls drowsily. 
They don't acknowledge him.
Ian nods once and they rush out of Quake leaving their remaining passed out
team mates on the table. 
 
 
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Ian startles awake. He can't believe he dreamt that he was fucking Cayden. He
rubs his eyes and reaches for his night stand blindly. His hand touches the
wall. Ian opens his eyes to find himself sorrounded by green walls. He hears
snoring and God fucking dammit it wasn't a dream! 
He fucked Cayden. He fucked somebody else. He's naked under the covers and he
quickly stealthily gets out of the bed. He steps on a tied up condom and he
pulls away his leg with a grimace. At least they used protection, thank God. 
Fuck! 
Ian searches for his clothes and wallet before taking off. He bumps into who he
assumes is Cayden's brother in the living room. "Umm, hello?" 
The guy offers Ian his fist and Ian awkwardly offers his own. After they fist
bump he rushes out immediately. 
.
"I am trying to to study." Lip rolls his eyes. "This is not a good enough
reason to ambush your brother in college when he's studying." 
"But Lip," Ian drops on the edge of the bed. "I have never been with anybody
else. I feel so fucking weird. And even worse I feel like I betrayed Mickey."
He buries his face in his hands. 
Lip gives up and shuts his book. "What do you need from me?" 
"I need you to tell me what to do!" 
"About what!" 
Ian sighs. "I slept with someone else. Do you understand how..." He trails off
searching for the right word. "Bad, that is?" 
"Why? You're single. Plus didn't Mickey make out with a fucking stripper?" 
"Yeah but he did it for us. This, what I did, I did it because I was horny." 
Lip shakes his head over this entire conversation. "And that's a problem
because..." 
Ian lies back on his bed. "Makes everything seem so final." 
"Ding, ding, ding!" Lip says. "There it is." Ian leans on his elbow and looks
at his brother. "Now that you've fucked someone else the break up is starting
to seem real. And you don't want that." 
"No." 
"So go to Mickey, take him back!" 
"And when he finds out about this? Because he will." 
"So tell him first." 
Ian freezes. "Shit." He gets up and ruffles Lip's hair. "You're right. He can't
hear this through gossip." 
 
 
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Mickey finishes his breakfast and doesn't listen to whatever Iggy is saying.
He's scrolling through the selfies Ian's team took and posted on Instagram. Ian
looks happy and free. He hasn't seen Ian look like that in a while. The last
time Ian smiled and laughed like that was before he happened. Mickey still
can't say his name. Not yet. 
"Man, I don't miss school." Iggy finishes shaking head. 
Mickey is about to open his mouth  to retort when the door bursts open. "Ian?"
Mickey stands up and walks towards his ex boyfriend. "Everything okay?"
Ian shakes his head. "No, no it's not." 
Mickey looks at Ian's wet hair. "You smell like soap." 
"I just took a shower." Ian sniffs running a hand through his wet hair. 
"What's going on?" Mickey asks with a deep frown. 
"I...I..." Ian shuts his eyes like it's hard for him to say what he came to
say. "I slept with someone." 
"Well, Janet needs me so I'll just head over there." Iggy quickly puts on his
shoes and practically runs out of the house. 
Mickey's heart is beating so fast and loud he thinks the entire south side can
hear it. "Who is it?" 
"Mick." 
"I'm gonna kill him!" 
"Mickey!" Ian flinches when Mickey punches the wall next to his head. The
shorter boy is breathing hard and glaring harder than Ian has ever seen. "I
barely remember it. I was drunk." 
"We broke up because we couldn't have sex!" Mickey yells. 
"No!" Ian yells back. "We broke up because our relationship wasn't the same." 
Mickey gets up to Ian's face so they're nose to nose. "Fuck. You." 
Ian pushes Mickey back by his chest. "We are broken up. I only told you so you
wouldn't hear it from where the fuck ever." 
"Did you enjoy it? Being inside him?" Mickey growls dangerously. 
"Mick." Ian's breath stutters. "Don't do this." 
"Is he better than me? Is he tighter than me?" 
Ian stares at Mickey, eyes wide. "No." He whispers. "No one could be better
than you." 
"Fucking liar!" Its Mickey's turn to push at Ian's chest. Ian grabs Mickey's
cheeks but the latter pulls back angrily. "Don't touch me." Ian grabs his hand
and pulls him closer. He grabs Mickey's cheeks forcefully and doesn't let him
go no matter how much the other boy tries. "Let me go!" 
"No!" 
"Let me go or I will kick your fucking ass." 
"No." Ian repeats before bending down and kissing Mickey hard. The latter
doesn't respond and instead refuses to part his lips. Ian doesn't give up. He
bites down on Mickey's chin. 
"Ah!" Mickey shouts painfully giving a chance for Ian to put his tongue inside.
He bites it. 
"Fuck!" Ian pulls back angrily glaring at Mickey. "What the fuck?!" 
Mickey smirks and thumbs his bottom lip. "That's what you get." 
Ian groans and grabs Mickey again pulling him in for a rough kiss. It bumps
their teeth together but they ignore the pain as the kiss turns even rougher.
Mickey pushes Ian against the wall and takes off his tank top. Ian smirks and
takes off his own T-shirt.
They meet halfway again for another demanding kiss. Ian pulls back to stare at
Mickey's hooded eyes. He grabs his shoulders and turns him around. Ian noses
Mickey's neck, shoulders and his back. He caresses Mickey's stomach and the
latter shudders, steading himself with the back of the couch. Ian presses his
hard dick against Mickey's crack through his sweats. 
Mickey moans and pushes back. Ian slowly takes down the sweats and grabs his
two favorite butt cheeks. "Fuck." He breathes. "You smell like soap too." 
"I just woke up." Mickey replies with a moan when Ian caresses his ass. 
"Mick?" 
"Yeah babe." 
"I wanna try something we've never done before." 
"What's that?" Mickey whispers with a moan when Ian starts jerking him off. 
"I want....I want to put my tongue inside you." 
"Fuck." 
"I want to make you writh and moan as I drive you insane with my tongue." 
Mickey turns around and looks up at Ian. He moans at how turned on the redhead
is. "Then what the fuck are you waiting for?" 
Chapter End Notes
     I usually find when you're mad at someone, knowing their name helps.
     So dear readers the name is Sharon. Yell away.
***** Chapter 49 *****
Chapter Notes
     I really loved their season 4 hair
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mickey feels warm hands on his ass, caressing him and squeezing. He shuts his
eyes tightly and relishes in Ian's touch. Basks in the fact that they are hard
and horny for each other right now. Mickey is still very upset Ian fucked
someone else but if it's bringing this kind of lust out of them, he will let it
go. For now.
Ian drops down to the floor taking with him Mickey's sweats and underwear. He
bites Mickey's right cheek and the latter yells in surprise. Ian grabs both
butts and shakes them experimentally. He smirks to himself at how bubbly
Mickey's ass is.
“Ian, come the fuck on!” Mickey moans breathlessly.
He holds his breath when Ian immediately gets to work. The redhead gives a few
tentative slops of his tongue. Mickey swallows and curses quietly. Ian puts his
tongue on the other boy’s rim, alternating between slow and deep licks. His
tongue swirls inside Mickey's hole as he slowly drives him crazy, feeding off
the incoherent moaning coming from Mickey.
Mickey's nails dig into the back of the couch before letting go so he can
clench his fists. His breathing is heavy as he tries to control his moans that
are escaping anyway. Ian slides his tongue out of the hole so he can suck at
Mickey's rim. The brunette’s entire body quivers with a pleasure as a low groan
leaves him.
“Fuuuuck Ian.” He says right before biting harshly on his bottom lip. Ian blows
gently at the wet hole before shoving his tongue back in. Mickey's yelps as Ian
started going in deeper and faster. “Holy shit Ian. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy
fucking shit!” he cries out, his eyes rolling in his head at the pleasure.
Ian however does not relent no matter how out of control Mickey gets. He's so
fucking determined to give Mickey all the pleasure he's not even close to
getting tired. And every time Mickey thinks Ian is done, the redhead buries his
tongue back in then start all over again.
          Mickey can feel the sweat on his back when Ian has been going at in
for almost twenty minutes, giving no sign of stopping any time soon.  All he
knows is he's spilling precum down his thigh, a bunch or jargon from him mouth,
no clue what the fuck he's saying, as Ian puts his tongue into a use Mickey
never imagined. His legs get weak as Ian continues to fuck him with his tongue.
He's about to drop any minute now. “Oh, God Ian, please.” It feels so fucking
good Mickey fears he might cum like this.
Ian pulls back to press his fore finger against Mickey's hole. As his finger
moves in and out of Mickey, he sucks around his finger as his free hand plays
with the other boy’s balls. Mickey practically howls. “You fucking love this.”
Ian looks up at the back of Mickey's head where he's facing the ceiling with
his mouth wide open as he emits these beautiful sounds.
“Yes. Fucking yes!” Mickey replies trying to turn around but Ian presses on his
lower back so he doesn’t move. His finger is now working at full speed and
Mickey's about to tip over to the edge. “Gonna cum Ian. Gonna fucking cum.” He
confesses. Ian emits a loud groan before pulling his finger out and putting his
tongue back in. He licks and sucks fervently while continuing to play with
Mickey's balls. “Oh my God. It is…oh my…not I…” what is he even saying? The
incoherence makes Ian moan loudly. He puts the finger back in so it joins his
tongue. The moment he touches Mickey's prostate, a jolt passes through him and
he immediately spills on the back of the couch and the tiled floor. Mickey then
goes weak and falls back but Ian is quick to catch him.
He carries Mickey to his room and places him on the bed. Mickey is still
basking in his orgasm and he looks at Ian with a dazed smile. “Fuck Gallagher
that was…” he trails off and instead moans softly.
Ian gives a pleased chuckle before going back to the living room to clean up
their mess.
 
 
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“How you feeling?” Ian asks quietly as he caresses Mickey's back where they're
both lying on the bed. They're sleeping on one pillow and staring at each
other, Ian on his side, Mickey on his stomach.
Mickey licks his lips. “Feels like I just got the best fucking orgasm in a long
ass time.”
Ian smiles and reaches forward to caress Mickey's cheek. He sighs deeply. “Fuck
I've missed you.”
Mickey sniffs and nods. “Yeah, me too. So fucking much.”
“I don’ wanna be apart anymore.” Ian confesses. “I can't be without you. I'm a
mess and football is my escape just so I can stop thinking about you.”
“Been trying not to drink too much when I think about you so it doesn’t become
a problem.” Mickey rejoinders making Ian raise an eyebrow.
“So should we get back together?”
Mickey leans on his elbow so he can place a tiny kiss on Ian's soft lips. “I'm
sorry about the kiss.”
Ian nods and gives Mickey a peck of his own. “I'm sorry about Cayden.”
Mickey frowns glaring at Ian. “You fucked Cayden? That Mexican guy, the one
who's wanted you in fucking forever?”
“Don’t you dare get mad at me. You kissed a fucking stripper for four fucking
minutes.”
“Ugh.” Mickey lies back on the bed and pulls the covers over his nakedness. “I
did, didn’t I?”
“Yeah.”
“Shit, I'm sorry man. I don’ know what the fuck I was thinking.”
Ian shakes his head and pulls him closer so they're face to face. “It's okay,
it happened. And we were having problems so I won't hold anything against you.”
“Thank you.” Mickey exhales and kisses Ian, it last for a few seconds this
time.
“Make up sex?” the taller boy asks making Mickey laugh. Suddenly Ian kneels
then pulls his shirt over his head. “I missed you and need you Mick. Please.”
“Need you too.” Mickey replies pushing his beddings away so he's fully exposed
again.
Ian undresses so he's naked too then gets between Mickey's legs. “Want you.” he
mumbles before kissing Mickey.
Unlike before, there's nothing violent or angry about this make up. They kiss
gently and sweetly and Mickey sighs satisfied into Ian's mouth. Ian pulls back
and peppers kisses over Mickey's lips. Chaste at first but the tenderness gives
way to frantic, desperate touches like they can't get close enough. It is as
though they need to be inside each other's skin. And even then it still
wouldn't be close enough. 
They can't stop touching, reaching and grasping at each other. Every inch of
Mickey is incredibly hot in Ian's hands. They both moan simultaneously when the
familiar feeling of being together and in love courses through their veins.
Just like old times this is where they belong, this is what they should be;
together always.
Suddenly there's  a slippery finger inside Mickey and Ian is grazing against
his prostate as he sucks on Mickey's nipples. The brunette arches his back as
Ian reminds him how good they are together.  He groans as Ian scissors inside
his hole, mercilessly but welcome.
“You want my cock?” Ian asks sounding filthy as fuck.
“Yes. Fuck me Ian. Fuck me.” Mickey moans his voice broken as Ian sucks on his
left nipple before biting gently on the nub. Ian smirks as he kisses and bites
down Mickey's neck leaving hickeys in his wake, not giving a shit. Mickey is
his and he is Mickey's. He pulls his fingers out and Mickey whimpers from the
loss. “Please Ian, fuck me.” Ian licks his lips as he coats his fully erect
cock with an ample amount of lube. He takes in Mickey's state and his breath
catches. Mickey is fucking hot, laying down ready and willing and begging for
it. Ian doesn’t wait anymore before he's lifting one of Mickey's legs and
pushing in, hard. “MOTHERFUCKER!” Mickey yells when Ian is buried inside him.
He practically sobs at the feeling of having Ian's dick inside him again.
 It feels good. It feels amazing. It feels fucking incredible. He has missed
this so much. Mickey knows for a fact no other guy will ever be able to make
him feel this way. On top of the pleasure Ian takes him to places, makes him
feel things. Things he can't put in words but knows only the redhead can get
him there. 
Ian moans long and continuous as he continues pounding inside Mickey. He wants
to cry, he wants to laugh, he wants yell out because of how happy he is. He
can't believe they're doing this. For a minute he was worried they would never
be able to get back here. But now Ian is getting lost in Mickey again. Getting
lost on the immense pleasure his boyfriend gives him. "Fuck baby." He moans as
he let's go of Mickey's leg so he can bend and kiss him, hard. The brunette
reciprocates eagerly, pulling Ian to him and groaning loudly when Ian's
pounding gets even harder. 
This is how they finish, without breaking their kiss and holding each other
tightly. They reach their respective orgasms breathing heavily into each
other's mouths. Mickey scratches gently at Ian's back as they look at each
other still breathing heavily. 
"I love you." Mickey breathes.
Ian swallows. "I love you too." Before pulling out and settling next to
Mickey. 
They lie the on the bed, staying as close to each other as they possibly can. 
 
 
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 "Nice hair." Ian walks down the hallway to find Cayden leaning against his
locker. He had just come from getting a new hair cut. He buzzed it off on his
sides and the back so his hair remains longer at the front and middle. It's
daring but he likes it. It makes him feel good. "Looking good captain." Ian
rolls his eyes and gestures for Cayden to move so he can get to his locker.
"You ran out on me." Cayden says stepping aside. 
Ian removes the books he needs and shuts it before turning around to face his
team mate. "Mick and I are back together." 
"Oh." Cayden says but he doesn't look disappointed. "Not that I'm surprised but
that was fast." 
Ian sighs happily and tries not to get a boner thinking about the reunion sex.
"Well, it's Mickey." 
Cayden laughs. "Yeah I know. But like I said, I wasn't looking to date you.
I've always wanted to bone you and now I can check you off my list." 
Ian pushes at the boy's chest playfully. "You have a list?" 
"Indeed I do. You were one of the two people I didn't think I will actually
ever get to but now..." He trials off and shrugs proudly.
"Who's the second guy?" Ian asks as they walk towards their first class which
is Math.
"Nelson." 
Ian stops in place with his mouth open. "That's a fucking teacher!" 
"Shh!" 
They both laugh as they head towards their seats. Ian glances at Mickey's empty
seat with a smile -he's running late- before taking his own next to Allan. He's
placing his bag on the floor when Allan grabs his hand. 
"Please don't let him make me move. I really like this seat. I've sat here
since freshman year!" He pleads. 
Ian frowns at his desk mate before following his line of sight. Cayden who was
walking towards his seat at the front minutes ago is now walking towards Ian. 
"You," Cayden puts his books on Ian's desk and points at Allan. "That's your
new seat, go." 
Allan looks at Ian with pleading eyes. The redhead looks at Cayden and hands
him his books back. "No more bullying people out of their seats." 
Cayden scoffs. "Like you didn't do the same thing." 
"I asked nicely." Ian defends himself. 
"Right." His team mate and newly found friend scoffs again before going back to
his seat at the front. 
Ian shakes his head and glances at his book. He has never been good at this
subject but Mickey has always been there to hold his hand. He frowns at his
many unsolved problems. 
"I...I can help with that." Allan offers hesitantly. 
"You don' have to do that." Ian says distracted while he chews on his pen.
"Ian." Allan calls making the redhead look at him. "You're the only popular
person who's never treated me like shit. Helping you with this is the least I
can do." His desk mate offers before fixing his glasses. 
Ian nods once. He's so busy bent over and listening to Allan that he doesn't
notice Mickey and Cayden leaving the class together. 
 
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 Mickey leads the way to the first empty class he finds with Cayden following
behind him. Mickey thinks it's strange that he's being so compliant, but he
needs to get this over with. He shuts the door as soon as the other boy walks
in and then crosses his arms. 
"I know you fucked Ian." 
Cade leans on the teacher's table table crossing his own arms. "Figured,
otherwise we wouldn't be here." 
"Right. I'm gonna need you to stay the fuck away from him." 
"Why would I do that?" 
"Because I fucking asked you to." 
"Look," Cayden starts patiently. "I get how with a guy like Ian you can't help
but be jealous. But Ian and I already talked about this." Mickey frowns. "He
and I, that was a one time thing. You've got nothing to be worried about." He
tries. 
Mickey scoffs, thumbing his nose. "You know, it's bad enough your name sounds
like someone else's I hate," 
"Who Cade?" Cayden sniffs. "Yeah he was creepy as fuck. Broke Evans' hand
because he stepped on his shoe. Always wondered why Ian would be friends with a
guy like that." 
Mickey blinks a few times still baffled at how everyone seemed to see that
psycho for who he was except them. 
"Yeah, whatever. Stay away from Ian or I'm gonna have to kick your ass. Simple
as that." Cayden narrows his eyes at Mickey and he doesn't look like he's going
to listen to him. 
Mickey can feel his patience wearing thin and his body already gearing up for a
fight. He steps forward and Cayden steps away from the table to take a step
back. Mickey smirks confidently. 
"I don' wanna fight you." Cayden says. 
"Then stay away from Ian." 
"Not gonna do that either." 
"Too fucking bad." Mickey says jumping over the chair in front of him and
reaching the other boy in seconds. 
 
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"Have you seen Mickey?" Ian asks Mandy dropping next to her on the cafeteria
table. She shrugs as she continues tapping fast on her phone. Ian finishes his
apple and takes hers. "You." He points at Dillon. "Where's Mick?" 
Dillon pauses on his chewing and looks at Ian with wide eyes and his mouth
full. Ian narrows his eyes at him when Dillon points at the entrance of the
cafeteria. Ian turns to see Mickey walking in through the door. He gasps making
Mandy look up too. 
"Holy shit, what happened to him?" Mandy asks as her brother walks towards them
with his tray. 
Ian gets up quickly. "Babe, what the fuck?" He grabs Mickey's chin and turns
his head left and right. He's got bruises on both cheeks but that looks like
the worst of it. 
"You should see the other guy." Mickey kisses Ian on the lips and takes a seat.
Ian ignores the buzzing of the students to wipe at the dust on Mickey's neck.
"Aaah shit. Now they know." 
Ian glances around and rolls his eyes. Getting back together had seemed so
natural they'd forgotten people still think they're broken up. "Who's the other
guy?" 
"I think I know." Mandy says pointing at Cayden who's taking a seat on the
jocks table. He does look worse than Mickey and has a handkerchief that's
mostly red, shoved up his nose. 
"Shit baby. Really?" 
"He touched you." Mickey whispers as a way of explanation. His blue eyes are
looking up at him earnestly and Ian feels a tug on his chest. 
He kisses Mickey and licks his bottom lip before pushing a tongue inside his
mouth. They make out for a few seconds before Ian pulls back. "I love you." 
"Mmm." Mickey hums before pulling him back in for a deeper kiss. 
"Ugh." Mandy groans before getting up and pushing her plate away. It's bad
enough she had to sleep with earphones on last night because of the two
assholes. "Bad enough you have the same fucking hairstyles, what are you gonna
get next, matching tattoos?" 
Ian stops kissing Mickey to look at his hair. "Oh my God." He laughs and
touches the shortened black hair. It seems they had the same idea only Mickey
didn't buzz his completely off like Ian's. "Looking good Milkovich." 
"Looking good Gallagher." Mickey waggles his eyebrows. 
"Ugh." Mandy groans again before heading out the cafeteria. 
"Your brother and best friend are like a soap opera. I swear to God." Sarah
catches up to her talking excitedly. 
"They were broken up, they got back together, it happens. People need to start
minding their own fucking business." 
"And they would if Gallavich wasn't so God damn interesting. I mean, both
Mickey and Cayden show up late for lunch with bruises, after, Ian and Cayden
had sex, very interesting." 
Mandy halts suddenly making Sarah bump into her. "What?" 
"You didn't know?" Sarah asks honestly surprised. 
"When?" 
"That night the team went out."
"The school knows this how?" 
"One of the guys spilled? Who the fuck knows?" 
"How are they back together then?" Mandy asks more to herself than Sarah.
"See? Interesting." 
 
 
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"This is gonna hurt." Ian shuts his eyes and stares at the interestingly
decorated ceiling. 
Mickey laughs. "My boyfriend is not a fucking pussy." 
"Here, take my hand." Ian stretches out his hand and Mickey takes it. 
"This was your idea." Mickey reminds him. 
"Actually it was Mandy's." Ian winces even though the guy is just wiping at his
arm with a cotton wool. "Let me see it again? It will give me the confidence." 
Mickey rolls his eyes but removes his jacket so Ian can see the tattoo on the
inside of his arm several inches below to his armpit. After Mandy had made that
sarcastic comment, Ian had suggested they should get matching tattoos. Mickey
was still riding the high from the happiness of being back together so to him
this is a good idea. Now here they were. 
"Looking good baby." Ian closes his eyes and gestures for Mickey to take his
hand again. He looks at the man waiting with the tattoo gun. Nodding once and
licking his lips, he takes a deep breath. "Okay, I'm ready." 
Chapter End Notes
     I have an idea of how this tattoo looks like, but if anyone has
     something feel free to run it by me and I'll c if it beats mine, in
     which case I'll use it instead
     ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°
***** Chapter 50 *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you Mikayla for your suggestion i absolutely loved it. and even
     though i couldn't use it, i still used it, (you will c how)
     Thank you @Loserville101 for the idea of infinity signs. totally
     works.
     you're the best guys!!!
     Thanks Carisa for ur consultation.
     That being said, i will be making the chapters shorter so i can
     update as often as i used to.
     #enjoy
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"I knew we were going to be fine you know." Ian whispers in the dark of the
night as they lay in bed side by side. "Knew we were going to be fine." He
takes Mickey's left hand and rotates the ring in his finger.
"Yeah?" Mickey asks with a sleepy voice as he blinks up at his boyfriend where
they're lying silently in Ian's bed. It's so quiet with all the Gallaghers
sound asleep. They're the only ones still awake.
"Yeah."
"How?"
"This." Ian replies still rotating the piece of jewelry. "We may fight and
argue and disagree and kiss stippers," he teases making Mickey punch him
lightly on the arm. "but as long you still had this ring on i knew we were
going to be okay." he finishes quietly.
Mickey's heart starts thudding in his chest for some reason as his sleep
evaporates. He must admit that he felt the same way. Ian may have edited
Mickey's name on his phone from 'My Love' to Mickey but the brunette knew deep
down as long as Ian kept the ring on, he still loved him despite what he had
done. Despite the fact that they were both hurting and their relationship had
been on the rocks.
"I'm glad we're on the same page." Mickey says. "This rings, stay on, no matter
what."
Ian nods before placing a soft dry kiss on his boyfriends full lips. "No matter
what." he concurs before closing his eyes and pulling Mickey towards him.
"Night Mick. Fucking love you."
"Fucking love you too."
 
 
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Ian is woken up by a sharp pain on his hand when Mickey slams his head too hard
on it. He remembers what they were up to the night before and he quickly gets
his hand from under Mickey's neck. "Dammit babe!" Mickey only groans before
seeking Ian's hand again in his sleep. He presses on the still fresh tattoo
again and Ian gets as far away from his boyfriend as he can. When said
boyfriend tries to follow, Ian retaliates by pressing on Mickey's tattoo and he
cries out waking up immediately. "That's what you get." Ian mumbles.
"What the fuck?" Mickey glares at him before checking the new ink. His frown
instantly turns upside down when he sees what they did last night. "Looks
good."
"It does." Ian agrees staring at his own. 
They had decided -or rather Ian had decided- to go with something that
signified the fact that they would love each other forever. That the Ian and
Mickey love was endless, eternal, infinite. Which is why they'd chosen the
Infinity_sign as their symbol, where each other's names were written in
calligraphy inside each hole. Mickey's read Ianin one hole and Gin the other
while Ian's read Mickeyin one hole and M_with_little_hearts in the other,
because he was an idiot. And idiot Mickey was exceedingly in love with but an
idiot none the less. They'd spent atleast three hours at the parlor but it was
worth it. 
It was sappy as fuck but so were they most of the time. Plus it meant something
to both of them, that they were in this for life. Just like the rings, the
similar tattoos were a symbol of their love. A symbol that nothing will ever
get between them. A promise to love each other forever. Because even though
still teenagers, they both new in their hearts that no other person will ever
measure. Mickey was Ian's and Ian was Mickey's, period. 
"I kinda liked the first one you suggested too." Mickey said. "The tree with
the long dangling roots...."
"To symbolize our connection." Ian finishes. 
"And our initials could have gone on the leaves. It would have been real
fucking nice if my boyfriend didn't wimp out." 
"Fuck off, it would have been painful as fuck." Ian defends himself glancing at
his tattoo with a grimace. "The shading still turned out to be a bitch though."
he murmurs. He looks up at Mickey. "The tree looked very complicated." 
"We're pretty complicated though." Mickey says getting on Ian's lap. The
redhead automatically wraps his hands around Mickey's waist with a smile. "But
i also really like what we settled for." he pecks Ian. "Like knowing you wanna
be with me forever." he nudges their noses together and Ian grins wider. 
"Sap."
"Wimp." 
Mickey yelps when Ian drops him on his back so he's ontop. "I'll show you
wimp." 
 
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 "How's your leg?" Mickey asks while lighting a cigarette as they walk to
school. 
"Getting better everyday, I even stopped limping!" Ian replies adjusting the
bag on his shoulder. "Yesterday I ran three laps. I could barely do one a week
ago." 
"That's good." Mickey acknowledges, blowing out smoke through his nose. "Means
you might be ready for your first game." 
Ian nods with a smile. "Hopefully." They walk for a while in silence with Ian
tripping Mickey every once in a while. "Where's the car anyway?" 
"Colin borrowed it for a few days." 
"You know it probably being used for something illegal, right?" 
Mickey only laughs in response. He then rotates the half smoked cigarette
between his fingers. "So umm, this new friendship with you and Cayden, that's a
thing now?" 
Ian sniffs, eyes on the snow below. He kicks at a snow ball, taking his time
before replying. "I think so." 
"You think that's okay?" 
Ian looks at his boyfriend who's purposely avoiding his eyes. "I think it's
okay for me to have my own friends." 
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Mickey frowns in confusion. "You've
got Mandy and the guys. You've got me, it's always been enough." 
Ian nods. "Yeah. But then we broke up and I was reminded they're more your
friends than they are mine." 
"I don'..." Mickey rubs his temple. "Ian." 
The bell rings just when they in the school parking lot. Ian stops and steps in
front of Mickey. "You have nothing to be worried about. You are I are good.
Great even. Cayden and I are just friends. That's it. I promise." He kisses
Mickey, his lips lingering and he doesn't move until his boyfriend responds. He
then pulls back and takes Mickey's hand. "Let's get to class." 
Mickey throws away his cigarette and allows himself to be guided inside. This
discussion is far from over though. 
They part after walking in as Mickey goes to his seat while Ian heads to his
own on the other side of the room. He raises his eyebrows in surprise when he
sees Cayden is his new deskmate. Allan is only one seat in front of them so Ian
leans forward and grabs his shoulder. 
"You okay with this?" 
Allan nods his head with a smile. "Yeah, thanks." 
Ian nods back. He looks at Cayden who shrugs. "What? It's only one seat ahead,
that's hardly displacement." 
Ian just shakes his head, amused. He's about to reply but the teacher walks
in. 
 
 
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 "So you really slept with Cayden?" Mandy whispers as she and Ian look for a
place to seat in the library. 
Ian looks at her. "Who told you that?" 
Mandy rolls her eyes before locating an empty table with four chairs. "You
should know by now Ian that anything you do in public spreads like wildfire." 
"We didn't fuck in public!" Ian says louder than he should. 
"Shh." Mandy looks around to ensure the librarian didn't hear them before
turning back to Ian. "No you didn't. But you made out infront of your
teammates." 
"Thought they were all passed out." Ian mumbles flipping through his history
book. 
"How are you back together?" Mandy inquires curiously. "Take the fucking chair
and go!" She snaps at a guy who was about to join them then turns back to Ian
for an answer.
"We both fucked up so we saw it fit to just forgive and move on. Couldn't be
without Mickey, he was the missing half of me." 
"That's so sweet its sickening." Mandy smiles. "So it's like you were even?"
Ian shrugs. "Whatever. As long as I don't have to deal with mopey Ian and
Mickey ever again, by all means get back together. "
Ian flips her off before gesturing to his textbook and wordlessly ending the
conversation. 
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 "I'm gonna need you to back off." Mandy warns. 
Cayden looks around then frowns down at Mandy. "You're at my locker." 
"You know what I mean, dipshit. Ian's taken." 
"I know that." Cayden replies and shakes his head like Mandy is slow. 
Mandy steps closer. "If you know that, then why are you-" 
Cayden breathes out impatiently and rolls his eyes making Mandy pause. "I don't
know what it is with you Milkoviches threatening me but I will let you the same
thing I told your brother." He looks at Mandy straight in the eye, his books
clutched on his chest. "Ian and I are just friends, nothing more. Yes we
fucked, yes I see how you would doubt my intentions. But I assure you, I don'
want him like that anymore, Mandy." 
Mandy frowns at what seems like an honest answer but she still doesn't believe
him. "There are so many other guys in this school, on your team. You don't have
to be friends with Ian so don't." Cayden doesn't say anything but instead just
blinks at her. "Stay away from Ian, Cayden." 
"And I will." 
"Good." 
"But only if Ian asks me to." 
He locks his locker then walks away, leaving Mandy there stewing in
frustration.  
"He's not a pushover." 
Mandy gasps loudly, startled. She turns around and pushes Sarah. "What the
fuck, don' sneak up on me like that!" 
Sarah laughs. "Look at him. He's popular, a bad boy, hot as fuck and a football
player. He's at the very top of the food chain. Does he look like a guy who
just rolls over?" 
"No." Mandy reluctantly admits. 
"If it helps, there was a party in the baseball field last night and he fucked
Shelby." 
Mandy frowns at her friend. "He's not...?" 
"He's Bi." Sarah watches Cayden go until he's disappeared. "That mixed race
goodness looks delish and I'm looking to having him next." 
"Gross." Mandy looks at Sarah with a grimace. "And it does make me feel better,
thanks." If Cayden is fucking other people then he's not as invested in Ian as
she thought he was. It still doesn't mean he wouldn't jump on Ian again given
the chance so she's not going to trust him just yet. 
 
 
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 "You wanna go on a date? We haven't done one of those in a while." Ian stands
behind Mickey where they're watching the team ran. Mickey chose not to be by
the bleachers today and is instead standing with Ian. He keeps glaring at
Cayden every time the guy runs by but Ian is behind him, hands around his waist
so he can't see it. 
"Yeah. Too busy dealing with our physcho friend." Mickey turns around when
Cayden gets closer and pulls Ian down for an elongated kiss. 
Cayden just shakes his head when he runs by, aware of what Mickey's doing.
While Ian on the other hand is oblivious to it all.
He gives Mickey a doting smile. "So you wanna?" 
Mickey temporarily forgets about his jealousy as he gets lost in Ian's green
eyes. "Of course." 
 
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"A fucking picnic?" Mickey scoffs when he sees the blanket laid out on the
empty silent baseball field. 
"It's at night." Ian places his hand on his boyfriend's lower back and sniffs
his hair."
"It's also cold as fuck." 
"It's why I had us dress so warm. Come on." 
Mickey follows and allows himself to be pulled between Ian's long limbs. He
reaches for the six pack of beer and opens one. Sipping on it, he moans as Ian
removes his scarf to start kissing on his neck. "Missed this. Missed us." The
redhead says. 
"Ian!" Mickey hisses when Ian puts his hands under his shirt to start caressing
his stomach. He's got gloves on so only his fingers are cold but still. "I
don't know why you always insist on rubbing your cold body parts on my warm
ones." 
Instead of replying Ian just buries his face in Mickey's neck again. Mickey
take a deep breath and let's his boyfriend do whatever he wants. A picnic in
cold weather. Only Ian would think of doing such a thing. It's been a few days
since they got back together and it's like they never broke up. Its like he
never tried to come between them. They may have hurt each other and they may
have experienced the first real hurdle in their relationship but sitted here,
on a blanket on this cold night, they couldn't be stronger. They couldn't be
happier and more in love. 
Mickey trusts Ian and knowns he wouldn't cheat on him with Cayden, but the fact
that that boy has seen his Ian naked irks him. It makes him uncomfortable and
its hurts that Ian won't give up the friendship despite knowing it bothers
Mickey. 
He understands his boyfriend needing his own friends, but why does it have to
be the guy he fucked? 
"Are you okay babe?" Ian asks and Mickey realises he's gone stiff. 
"Yeah." Mickey clears his throat and finishes the beer. 
"Mickey...." Ian calls in warning. 
"I just..." Mickey thumbs his bottom lip. "I guess I'm having a time getting
why you can't be friends with literally anybody else." He confesses softly. 
Ian continues to caress his chest and stomach. He kisses Mickey's neck and
inhales like he always does. "I love you." 
"'S'not what I asked." 
"Can we just be us tonight?" Ian asks. "Can we just be?" 
"Talk about it some other time?" 
"Please." 
Mickey swallows and nods. He can do that. They haven't had a date in a long
time, so he would rather not ruin their very first one this year. "Mkay." 
Ian kisses his neck again. "Thank you." 
Mickey finds himself breaking into a soft smile. "So what did you miss about
us?" 
Ian grins behind him and scoots impossibly closer. "I missed your scent." 
"Freak." 
"I missed..." He trails his now warm hands lower so he can grab Mickey's crotch
over his jeans. "your voice." 
"U-huh. What else?" 
"You breathing next to me while I sleep." 
"What else?" Mickey inhales harshly when Ian puts his hand inside his
underwear. "Being the big spoon." 
"Mmm." 
Ian massages him to full hardness. "I missed kissing you so much I wanted to
cry. Missed your ass and how my dick fits perfectly inside you." 
"F-fuck." 
"I missed you." 
Mickey forgets how to speak when Ian expertly brings him to his first orgasm of
the night. They stay there for one more hour holding each other and sharing
each other's warmth in this cold night. Mickey's got jizz in his pants but
being in Ian's arms where it always feels like home, he's got no fucks to
give. 
 
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Mickey sleeps soundly and when he wakes up it's with a big smile on his face.
His hands reach for Ian and pull him closer, even if the redhead is already
holding him. 
He watches as Ian wakes up smiling too and his heart fills. "I know last night
was fun and romantic but can we never fucking do that again?" 
"What?" Ian opens one eye. "Make out till our lips are swollen? We do that all
the time." 
"Fuck you." 
"To early for insults my love." 
"I'm all for picnics just not when its still fucking winter." 
Ian laughs and kisses his forehead. "Fine." 
Mickey snuggles harder into his boyfriend's arms. "I wanna stay here. Where its
warm and comfortable." He pouts making Ian laugh. 
"If people could see you now. Bad big Milkovich acting like a two year old." 
"Fuck off." 
"Again with the fucks so early in the morning." 
Mickey laughs and lifts his head when someone knocks on the door. "I know
that's not Mandy, bitch doesn't knock." 
Ian has to agree.
"Breakfast!" Mama Milkovich calls and the boys look at each other. 
"She hasn't called us for breakfast since like, sophomore year." Ian points
out. 
They get up anyway and get dressed. Brushing their teeth together, they
exchange a sweet kiss before heading out to the kitchen. Their mom has laid out
pancakes, coffee and milk at the table where she's waiting patiently and
sipping from her on cup. She's beaming and it has Mickey a little worried. 
"Ma?" 
"Yes baby?" 
"What's... going on?" 
"It's just such a beautiful day. You know?" She says touching Ian's hand and
then letting go. 
Ian is already digging into the pancakes while Mickey continues to be
suspicious. "Okay." 
She claps once making them both jump. "So you're back together for good,
right?"
Ian nods with his mouth full. "Yes." 
"No more of that break up nonsense?" 
"Yeah." Mickey is still watching her intently.
She exhales. "Oh thank God! I was beginning to get worried. My boys, I always
want you to be happy." 
"Together." Ian finishes with a smile. 
"Well, of course. I was so worried." 
"You already said that." Mickey reminds. "But we're happy too ma." 
"Good." She says. "Good." She repeats nodding to herself. "Well, I have to go
visit Joey. Cassie is mad at him and he thinks if she hears from me..." She
trails off with a shrug. 
"What did he do?" Both Ian and Mickey ask. 
"He won't tell me through the phone." She gets up. "Leave some for your sister
and wash the dishes before going to school. " 
She kisses both their foreheads and is out the door. 
"That was weird right, wasn't just me?" 
Ian drains his coffee then pours himself some more. "Huh?" 
 
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Ian is standing legs apart, arms crossed while he and the coach watch his team
mates play. He feels a hand on his lower back and breaks out into a grin. 
He turns around. "Hey Mick." 
Mickey smiles apologetically. "I know we were going to study tonight but I
gotta go to Joey's and might not be back till late." 
"Everything okay?" 
Mickey shrugs. "Who the fuck knows." 
"Want me to come?" 
"You have practice." 
"I mean after." 
"We have to turn in the assignment tomorrow. I was hoping you'd do it for the
both of us?" He asks guiltily. 
Ian laughs and shakes his head. "It's okay I got you. Just let me know if it's
something serious." 
"I will." 
Mickey pulls him down and they entwine their tongues for a few seconds. They
are however forced to break the kiss when the couch clears his throat. 
"See you later?" Ian asks. "Or tomorrow?" 
Mickey nods. "Yeah. I'll text you." 
Mickey pecks his boyfriend one last time before running off. 
 
 
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It's 2:00AM when Mickey finally leaves his brother's house. They had spent the
first few hours trying to convince Cassie that Joey was a good guy despite the
three guns she had stumbled across. (Their mother had not been much help and
had left upset about the guns. Mickey didn't even know why Joey called her to
begin with. Later he'd found out it was per Cassie's request) No one had been
able to get through to her apart from Mandy though. 
After which they'd popped open a few bottles and now here he was at the
Gallagher house, kind of drunk, sneaking in and heading upstairs to Ian's
bedroom. He pushes the door open slowly and starts to walk in. 
Mickey toes or his shoe and switches on the flashlight on his phone so he can
see better. -He would rather surprise Ian by crawling into bed than switch on
the lights and wake him up- When he directs it towards Ian's bed however, his
breath ctches catches in his throat. 
There, on the bed with Ian is fucking Cayden!
His drunk mind clears and he blinks a few times. They're fully dressed and are
on opposite sides of the bed with scattered books between them, making it clear
they passed out while studying. The sight doesn't scream sex or intimacy at all
but it doesn't stop Mickey's chest from aching. 
His heart thumps harder and harder in his chest because 1000 thoughts are
coursing through him. 
Mickey reverses out of the room angry and hurt, trying to make as little noise
as possible. He doesn't realize he's only got one shoe on until he steps on the
snow but he can't turn back. He risks freezing his left toes as he runs home
but he doesn't care. 
Chapter End Notes
     u can give me ur opinion of the tattoos if u feel like it
     :))
***** Chapter 51 *****
Chapter Notes
     is this a new chapter? oh my
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                    When Ian woke up and almost tripped on Mickey's shoe on the
way out of his bedroom, he knew he was in a little bit of trouble. If not a
lot. So Mickey cornering him in school, doesn’t come as a surprise.
He and Cayden had studied till late last night and he didn’t even realize when
they both fell asleep. Otherwise he would have kicked him out before Mickey
found them in that position.
Ian knew that Mickey had a big problem with this friendship. He did. And he
would too if the roles were reversed, but it’s not like he's so good at making
friends. If he drops Cayden what is he supposed to do, go around school asking
guys, ‘would you want to be my friend?’ That would be on a whole other level of
pathetic. No, Ian's not doing that. So it’s a shame that the one guy that he
likes and he gets along with, they happened to have seen each other naked. An
act Ian doesn’t even remember that well. Maybe this is why to him being friends
with Cayden isn’t  a big deal, because he doesn’t exactly remember the sex. He
remembers the kissing, he remembers more making out on the way to Cayden’s
brother. Then the rest is a blur. If he hadn’t seen that condom on the floor he
would be doubting if they even did it.
But the fact remains they had sex and Mickey does jealousy like no other. Not
that Ian is any better when it comes to that particular emotion, but he really
likes Cayden and he's not even sexually attracted to him. Or any kind of
attraction really. He knows in his heart he never wants to fuck him again. But
how is he going to convince Mickey of that?
Ian swallows where he's seated on a bench as he watches his boyfriend walk into
the locker room. “Everybody get the fuck out!” Mickey shouts and the guys
freeze. He kicks at a metal bucket in front of him. “OUT!”
Those outside the shower turn to Ian and he nods once. They all scamper off,
even those half naked. Mickey's not done though. He goes into every shower
stall yelling “out!” and more people leave till it’s just the two of them. 
“I don’t like Cayden.” Mickey gets right to it. “I don’t like the way he looks,
how tall he is, his stupid fucking hair, that he sits next  to you in class.”
He steps closer to Ian so he's towering over him. “I don’t like that your dick,
that’s mine, was inside him.”
“And I get that-“ Ian starts.
“Do you?” Mickey tilts his head. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t be friends
with him!”
Ian gets up and reaches for Mickey's hand. “Hey,” the brunette steps back and
Ian takes a deep breath. He expected that. “Relationships are about trust Mick,
and you are doing a terrible fucking job right now.”
“Ex-fucking-cuse me if I don’t want the guy my boyfriend fucked to be anywhere
near him.”
“I don’ like him like that baby!” Ian tries. “I'm not even attracted to him!”
“Yet you slept with him.” Mickey scoffs.
“I was drunk.”
Mickey pinches the bridge of his nose and Ian knows he's trying his best not to
blow up. “Why him? Why are you so insistent on having him as your friend.”
“Who else is there?”
Hurt crosses over Mickey's face and Ian swallows. “You really don’t care that
this hurts me? You don’t care that I'm not okay with this?” Mickey asks, his
voice small. “Thought I mattered to you.”
“You do, you know you do.” Ian takes both of Mickey's hands and this time the
latter doesn’t pull away. “Mick, you’ve got Dillon, Jack, Wayne and Wyatt. I'm
allowed to have one friend.”
“I haven’t fucked any of my friends.” Mickey counters.
“Why can't you just trust me?” Ian asks earnestly. “Why won't you believe me
when I say I would never cheat on you? Not with him, not with anybody else.”
Mickey looks at the wet tiles then looks up at the ceiling before taking a
sharp breath and blinking a few times. He looks back at Ian who’s watching him
carefully as if waiting for an honest answer. “I don’t trust him.” He admits
quietly. Because he does trust Ian, it’s just his jealousy and insecurities he
can't seem to get over. Has never known how. “Its him I don’t trust.” He
repeats with different wording.
Ian nods before covering Mickey's hands with his own. He brings them up to his
lips and kisses them. “Then trust me. Believe me. Trust that I mean it when I
say me and him, never again.” Mickey doesn’t say anything as the wheels keep
spinning in his head. “My love.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
“What the fuck?!” Ian exclaims when Mickey slums him onto the locker behind
him, hard. “OH MY GOOOOD!” He cries out louder when Mickey grabs his soft dick
–which is very accessible in the gym shorts- and squeezes, painfully hard. “Ah!
Fuck!” He tags on it and Ian cries out, moving with him.
“MINE.” Mickey growls.
“Are you fucking insa- Ah!” tears are forming in Ian's eyes because this shit
is fucking painful but also for some strange reason, it’s also turning him on.
“Are you fucking getting hard right now?” Mickey inquires eyes wide in
disbelief.
“Your hand is on my junk,” Ian says quickly, breathlessly. “I always crave your
touch and you know this.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Okay.” Ian replies quickly, scared shitless of being dickless.
“Mine.” Mickey repeats before letting his dick go to reach lower and squeeze
his balls instead. And not in a sexy way.
“Ouch!”
Mickey only tags harder. “Say it!”
“YOURS! FUCK, my dick is yours everything is, ALL YOURS!” Mickey lets go of him
with a smirk and Ian grabs his abused genitals with a frown. “Jesus.”
 
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“Gotta admit, I am a little afraid to let you near my dick right now.” Ian
confesses. What happened in the locker room is very fresh in his mind. After
all it only happened an hour ago. Mickey had asked –not so nicely- that they
skip school and now Ian was seated on the couch, at the Milkovich residence,
with Mickey kneeling between his legs.
They’d come home, started kissing the moment they’d walked in the through the
door and walked blindly towards Mickey's bedroom. They'd kissed for a pretty
long while, only for Ian to walk out feeling suddenly thirsty. Mickey had been
right on his heels, caressing him everywhere and kissing, biting and licking
his back. Ian knows he's gonna have marks trailing his back but God did it feel
good. Ian had walked towards the living room still drinking from the bottle.
Mickey had pushed him roughly on it and now here they were, with Ian wondering
if it was safe to let his boyfriend near his cock.
Mickey laughs. “If I remember correctly you still got hard.” He says before
holding the beautiful erect dick in his palm.
Ian can only throw his head back when Mickey licks him from top to bottom. His
gloved hands –because for some reason he still has those on- grip the couch
cushion on either side of his thighs at the sensation. “Jesus.” He mutters when
Mickey pays attention to the head, laving it with his tongue, catching every
bit of Ian's precum before taking it into his mouth. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“You’ve been calling him an awful lot today.”
“Shut the fuck up and suck my dick.” Ian grabs the back of Mickey's head and
pushes it back down towards his dick. Its burning hot inside his boyfriend’s
mouth and Ian isn’t expecting Mickey to deep throat him. His nails dig even
harder into the couch at the tightness of Mickey's throat.
He can't believe how easily he's swallowing him down, tight and hot in that
talented fucking mouth. The redhead feels like he's going to die from ecstasy
when Mickey presses down until his face is practically in the red pubic hair.
And Ian gets to watch those full lips stretch over his cock as the shorter boy
slides down on it.
Good God, has Mickey always been this good?
“Fuck, you’ve gotten so good at this Mick.”
 Ian makes a dry noise like he's been punched in the throat and tries to hold
as still as possible, unsure of how much Mickey can take, or how much he wants.
But as it turns out he wants all of it and Ian is going fucking crazy over the
entirety of it all, as Mickey slides his hands along Ian's thighs. He pushes
between the back of the couch in order to get two handfuls of Ian's ass.
Ian twitches, cursing loudly when he realizes Mickey is pulling him into a slow
rhythm, wordlessly encouraging Ian to fuck his mouth. “My love,” Ian lets out
in disbelief. “A… are you sure?” he pants, sweating and out of breath. He's
already close to cumming.
Mickey nods and hums making Ian curse again. He pulls back slowly, watching the
saliva on his cock before thrusting into Mickey's mouth. His boyfriend groans
at the action like that’s all he's ever wanted and the vibrations travel up
Ian's cock immediately, making him lose his rhythm. The brunette grabs Ian's
gloved hand and places it against the back of his skull.
The redhead gazes into his boyfriends heavily lidded yes. He’d worry that he
was putting a strain on Mickey if it weren’t for the blissed out expression on
his face. Ian lets out a helpless moan and fucks past his boyfriend’s lips a
little faster, feeling the shorter boy’s throat tightening around him while
swallowing him up. Ian is fighting the strong urge to cum but he doesn’t think
he's going to make it.
“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking perfect.” He praises breathlessly, jerking in
surprise when Mickey’s hand reaches down to cradle his balls. “I'm gonna  cum.
I'm gonna cum baby, fuck.”
Mickey's heart beats faster and he doubles his effort to make it happen. He
swallows down again, his lips swollen around Ian. He moans around the cock in
his mouth as their eyes meet. The vibrations are enough to make Ian shudder.
His grip tightens on the back of Mickey's neck as he unloads in his boyfriend’s
mouth. Mickey swallows eagerly, eyelashes flattering as he groans again.
Ian twitches and collapses back onto the couch, mind completely fucking
blown.His hand falls away from Mickey's neck. He's a little sensitive, but it’s
so unbelievably good when Mickey pulls off but keeps the head in his mouth. His
tongue swirls and cleans up the remainder of the come. Ian can't watch and has
to shut his eyes, throwing his palm over his face with a soft destroyed groan.
His boyfriend is fucking incredible.
Ian's chest goes tight at the thought of how lucky he is.
“Are you okay?” Mickey wonders, his voice deeper and rough from having Ian's
cock in his mouth.
“God,” Ian sighs in content. “That was the best blow job you’ve ever given me,
ever.”
Mickey preens at the words. It’s not like he doesn’t know, he knows he just
wrecked Ian by upping his blow job game. He knows they just talked and came to
an understanding but Mickey still needs to remind Ian that he's the only one
who can make him feel like that. No one else, him. He climbs onto Ian's lap,
ignoring his own hard dick for the time being. He sees Ian's own stir with
interest.
Mickey chuckles with a shake of his head. “I didn’t think you’d ever get it up
again but,” he points at Ian's dick that’s already beginning to fill up again.
Ian brushes Mickey's hair off his forehead. “It’s what you do to me babe.”
Mickey bites his bottom lip shyly. “What?”
“You know Cayden can't do that for you, right?”
“Oh my God, really love? Come on.”
Mickey hides his head on Ian's chest. “I know, I can't help myself. I'm gonna
need some time to wrap my head around the fact that my boyfriend is fucking
friends with a guy he slept with.”
Ian lifts his head by grabbing both of Mickey's cheeks. He waits until they're
staring right into each other’s eyes. “I love you. I want you. Only you.”
“I know.” Mickey turns his head to kiss the gloved palm on his cheek. “Just
give me time, I’ll get there. In the meantime, you know what will distract me?”
“What?” Ian kisses Mickey's neck aware of the answer.
“Your dick inside me.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Ian scoots forward so he can get the leverage to stand. Placing his hands on
Mickey's ass, he holds onto him as he stands and guides them both back to the
bedroom.
 
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Mickey laughs as Ian lays him on the bed gently like he's a groom on his
wedding day.
Ian runs his tongue along Mickey's neck, nipping at the skin with blunt teeth.
“How do you want to do this?” he asks against the reddening skin. He runs a
finger through the possessive mark, smirking in satisfaction.
The brunette gulps as his boyfriend bites down on his shoulder. “I don’t care
as long as you get in me right fucking now,” he gasps. He's so hard still from
blowing Ian and he just knows he won't last.
Ian gives a small laugh, running a hand down Mickey’s side to his ass. He rubs
at the brunette’s hard nipple with his gloved palm and the latter arches his
back with a loud groan, his eyes closed.  
“Shit, that felt good.” A small pop sounds next to Mickey's head startling him.
The teen bites his bottom lip as Ian spreads lube onto his fingers and slips
down to circle his puckered hole. “You gonna do that with your glove on?”
“U-huh.” Ian replies. “You ready?” he asks, making eye contact with the blue
orbs.
Mickey nods eagerly. He needs that D inside him yesterday. “Feel free to not
take your time.” he bites out.
Ian shakes his head with amusement while sliding in a finger smoothly. “You’re
the hottest guy I’ve ever fucking seen.” Mickey blushes and looks away. The
redhead continues to work him open quickly, neither wanting to wait any longer.
 “Feel good?” the older boy nods as a third finger enters him, stretching him
with a pleasant burn.
He starts to grind his hips, riding Ian's fingers as they pave way for his much
bigger dick. Biting on his lower lip Mickey starts to moan. Ian uses his free
gloved hand to rub against his boyfriend’s sensitive nipples and is pleased
when more precum trickles down from Mickey's tip. “Mmm…yeah…mmm.”
Ian watches Mickey shamelessly fuck his fingers and he tries not to cum before
he's inside. He pulls his fingers out and can't help but laugh when his
boyfriend whines in protest. When he thrusts his hips forward Ian laughs. Ian
sits up and slicks his cock up quickly, squeezing the base to hold off on the
orgasm threatening to come out of him before he’s even started. Mickey would
castrate him for sure. He pauses, taking in the sight of Mickey spread out on
the bed, legs wide and ready for him like the slut he is. Ian settles himself
back down, and Mickey immediately wraps his legs around his waist. Lining up,
the redhead slowly enters Mickey, pausing to let his boyfriend adjust.
Apparently it’s the wrong thing to do because Mickey glares up at him. “Take me
you slow piece of shit.”
“Alright, alright, Jesus.”
Mickey takes a deep breath, as Ian continues to push inside until he’s bottomed
out. “Yes.” he whispers, eyes closed tight. Mickey is so horny he feels like
they haven’t fucked in ages. He takes another deep breath as the pleasure once
Ian starts moving makes him buzz. “Fuck, yes.”
“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit!” Ian bends down so they're chest to chest and
presses kisses all over Mickey's face. “Open your eyes,” he whispers. “You’re
so sweet baby, so, sweet.” He says once Mickey's looking at him. "Feels so
fucking good." 
Mickey can't speak as emotions and ecstasy take over his entire being. Fuck
they’re good at this. He grins instead and bites his bottom lip. Ian pulls out
leaving the tip inside and then shoved back in with a continuous groan.
Mickey's head falls back, his nails scratch down Ian's back as the boy above
him drives him crazy.
Ian lifts himself again and thrusts faster with every loud curse Mickey emits.
The brunette jerks as pleasure shoots through him down to his toes. “Oh my god,
Ian, right there!” he screams. “Right, fucking, yes! Kiss me.” He roughly pulls
Ian down for an uncoordinated kiss. The redhead continues to hit his prostate
with every deep thrust. They both groan into each other’s mouths as he pulls
Mickey up and onto his lap, then keeps thrusting until he finds his boyfriend’s
prostate again.
Mickey whimpers, clutching at Ian's now sweaty biceps. “Please, so close,
baby,” he cries out.
Snaking his hand down, Ian takes Mickey's cock in his hand and pumps him in
rhythm to his thrusts. The glove makes the action rough in the most wonderful
way and Mickey’s tears cascade down the side of his face.  “Come for me, baby,”
Ian orders in Mickey's ear. The brunette shakes, whining into Ian’s ear, as he
comes hard between them. It hits Ian in the chin and the sight drives Ian to
his own orgasm. The bed shakes as he cries out Mickey's name. He remains buried
deep inside him as the pleasure ebbs away.
The two pant against each other in silence as they come down from their
respective highs. “Fuck. Shit.” Ian curses with a sated grin.
Mickey laughs, while still caressing Ian's back. “Couldn’t agree more.”
They both laugh again happily. Their smiles die down as Ian touches a gloved
hand down Mickey's face and up to his lips. He runs a finger across the bottom
one that’s got trace of blood. Without caring about that, he slots their lips
together and Mickey holds him tighter as they kiss long and hard, with Ian
still inside him.
Mickey has never been more satisfied.
 
    *                 ●●●••••●●●●
 
Mickey has been whistling happily all day. He feels good. He feels so fucking
good. Ian and him are back together, the sex is back to being glorious again,
they’re on their final year of high school, and no one’s life is in danger. All
in all, January is turning out to be pretty fucking awesome.
With an extra bounce in his step, he watches Cayden leaning against the locker
as Sarah flirts with him. Mickey's not gonna lie, seeing Cayden flirt back
makes him feel better. He waits until she walks away then heads towards the
other boy and leans on the locker next to him.
Cayden looks at him like he's trying to figure something out. “You’re smiling
and it’s creeping me the fuck out.” he says, with a confused frown.
Mickey doesn’t doubt he looks like he feels; on cloud fucking nine. “Good, so
here's the thing.” He starts. Crossing his legs, hands on his pockets, he
stares into Cayden’s brown eyes. “Ian likes you. You’re the only friend he's
ever made since well, me. So since I love the lanky asshole I won't  take that
away from him.”
“O…kay.” Now Cayden is frownin harder.
“I will however make you a promise, right here and right fucking now. If I ever
find out that you came onto him, I will land you in the fucking hospital. I
won't give a shit about jail or fucking prison.” Cayden visibly swallows. “Or
even better, hand you over to my brothers who will make sure no one will ever
find your fucking body. You hear me?”
“Ye…yeah. I do.”
Mickey stands up straight. “Good. You know my brothers and their reputation. So
do the math.”
He walks away feeling elated and happier than he has in a long time. Now he
just needs to find his boyfriend and kiss the shit out of him. Give this
fucking school something to gossip about.
Chapter End Notes
     this smut was a request from Ela who has wanted gloved sex for the
     longest time.
     hope u enjoyed guysssssss
***** Chapter 52 *****
Chapter Notes
     Aaaah you guys, how come u never give me props for how inventive I
     get with the patterns I use to separate paragraphs?
     *pouts* ಠ╭╮ಠ
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ian arches his back, his trembling body rocking back and forth. His hands are
grabbing the headboard on either side of Mickey's head. The moment Mickey
thrusts upwards, Ian looses his rhythm and collapses forward onto his lover, to
attach their lips. The brunette wraps his hands around Ian's lower back and
helps him move, as they continue kissing. The redhead moans inside the kiss,
clenching and unclenching around Mickey, his red eyebrows furrowing a bit. God
he's so tight, he feels so fucking good, it's taking a lot of restraint on
Mickey's part to avoid coming before his boyfriend. He shivers when Ian
detaches their lips only to have his teeth latch onto his neck.
"Ian."
"Yes." Ian whispers so softly against his neck it's barely audible. "Yes." he
repeats as he picks up his pace. His lips are parted, short breaths escaping as
he dips his head to look down at him. His usually green pupils are completely
blown and Mickey is going crazy.
"Fuck Ian."
"My love." he calls in that sexy quiet voice that Mickey is slowly falling in
love with.
The sex right now feels so intense and overwhelming Mickey wants to burst with
emotion. Ian is watching him as he starts to slow down. Mickey blinks up at his
boyfriend who doesn't look like he's about to break his gaze. He bites his
lower lip and the redhead curses and inhales sharply but he still doesn't break
the gaze. Still looking back at Ian, Mickey guides his hands to his boyfriend's
ass and kneads gently. Ian lets go of the headboard and caresses the black
hair. Their eyes are completely glued to one another’s, neither of them able to
break the eye contact. Eventually the eye contact becomes way too much for both
of them, and both boys tilt their heads backwards, both of their eyes slipping
closed in pleasure. Soon Mickey opens his eyes again and his heart fills at the
sight in front of him. His boyfriend's head is still tilted backwards in
pleasure, his Adam's apple bopping up and down in his throat as he gently rocks
back and forth. Mickey thrusts upwards and Ian opens his eyes wide in
surprise. 
Mickey is proud he's the reason for the trembling thighs and the heaving chest.
He can't do anything but keep a firm grip on Ian's ass cheeks, dumbly blinking
up at him and feeling his entire body throb in pleasure. His own eyebrows knit
together, his head completely spinning at how fucking right and perfect this
feels. Mickey's hands tighten around his boyfriend’s hips, helping him move
back and forth. 
Ian on the other hand does his best to pick up a little bit more speed, fucking
himself on Mickey's throbbing cock which is just too fucking perfect.
Mickey feels his climax approaching fast so he lifts hips, plant his legs on
the bed and thrusts upwards making Ian loose control. When he starts fucking up
into him, he hits that one spot over and over and over again.
Ian keeps gasping for air and moaning. "Fuck! Don't stop!" He yells. "Don't
fucking stop baby, fuck!" 
There's a loud banging on the door but neither of them care enough to stop or
slow down. 
"This is why I prefer when you stay at the Milkovich house." Lip shouts on the
other side of the door. "You shits are too fucking loud!" 
Fiona's laughter resonates in the hallway. "Oh Lip, are you not getting any
back in college?" 
Mickey doesn't hear Lip's reply because he can already feel his balls starting
to tighten, when Ian's hole starts contracting around his painfully pulsating
dick.
Ian stills, he doesn’t move at all, but instead lets Mickey take all of the
control. The shorter boy stabs up into him, driving them both completely and
utterly insane. Pleasure, need and heat course through their veins as they inch
closer and closer to their highs.
Mickey's entire body is prickling as the thrill of ecstasy makes his whole body
vibrate. Fuck, Ian makes him feel alive even though the need to finish is
almost unbearable and painful. He can't form a single word. He holds his
breath, while his muscles work in extreme tension for the final few thrusts.
Mickey speeds up one last time, forcing Ian down onto his cock three or four
more times, before he finally stops. He stays balls deep inside of the hot
contracting hole, his grip on Ian's hips not loosening for a second. He holds
him down as they both shoot their loads simultaneously.

Ian shakes, moans and curses through it. He tries to catch his breath before
finally collapsing against his boyfriend. The redhead kisses Mickey while
humming and still moaning in immense satisfaction. 
"Fuck Mickey, don' get me wrong I loving toping but that," Ian inhales sharply.
"that was fucking amazing." 
"Now you know why I'm the loudest." Mickey admits blushing even though his face
is already red with exertion.
Ian chuckles and hugs his boyfriend close to his chest. "Yeah. Now I know." 
 
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 "Ian." 
Ian lifts his head from where he was buried deep in his book to look at the
body that just situated itself opposite the library table. "Sarah." He greets
before turning back to his notes. 
"Mind if I join you?" She asks even though she's already placing her books on
the table. 
"Sure. S'long as you stay on that side of the table and keep your hands to
yourself." He tells her. "Mickey didn't take kindly to it last time." 
Sarah lifts her hands in surrender. "Got it." 
They study for a while in silence before Ian frowns and looks up. "Where's
Mandy anyway? Aren't you two attached at the hip these days?" 
Sarah nods happily. "I love Mandy, she's great." She explains. "She also has
detention." 
Ian nods in understanding. "What are you studying anyway?" 
"Eh. Wilson will have my ass if I don't turn in my homework again." Ian laughs
and nods in agreement. "Where's Mickey?" 
"He already headed home. He promised to visit his brother." 
"Don't you always study together?" 
"We do." 
Sarah hums before reaching into her bag and pulling out a box of chocolate.
"Want some?" 
"You know what I could go for?" Sarah raises her brows. "A cigarette." 
They look at each other for two seconds and then they're both closing up their
books and heading out. 
 
 
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Dillon lights a cigarette and speeds up when he sees Cayden walking home. He
pushes the other boy roughly from behind and the latter balls his fists up
ready for a fight. He lowers them with a glare. 
"I don't know your name and I don't care." Cayden adjusts the bag on his
shoulder and starts walking again. 
"You know who I am." Dillon scoffs before exhaling then pulling on the stick
again. 
"Didn't say I didn't." Cayden replies his tone bored and uninterested. 
Dillon frowns, his steps stuttering but he keeps up again with Cayden's long
strides. "I know what you want." 
"Really." 
"Yes, really. You fucked Ian and now you want to break them up." Cayden scoffs
but otherwise doesn't bother responding to the accusation. "The last person who
tried to come between them paid dearly." Dillon tells the taller boy even as
the information pains him. 
"I figured, since he's not a part of your click anymore."
"That should scare you." Dillon warns. He steps in front of Cayden and pushes
at his chest to stop him. "Don't fuck with them Cayden, they've got a lot of
people looking out for them." 
"Like you and your percie?" 
"For starters, yeah." 
Cayden tries to push him aside but Dillon doesn't budge. "I am not looking to
break up Ian and Mickey. I genuinely like Ian as a friend." He rolls his eyes
and mutters under his breath. "I wish you would all believe me already." 
"You fucked Ian knowing their history. You don't respect their relationship." 
Cayden laughs. "You wanna talk about not supporting Gallavich, how about
sitting next to Mickey and watching your best friend make out with a stripper?
How about the fact that you did nothing to stop him, despite knowing their
history." He finishes with a smirk. 
Dillon blinks repeatedly, taken aback by the accusation. "They were broken up."
He says going with the story they told everyone. 
Cayden scoffs again. "Sure they were." 
He pushes Dillon aside and this time the other boy let's him pass knowing that
Cayden is right. Mickey and Ian were fighting, he should have stopped Mickey
from messing up that night. But they're fine now and everything is back to
normal. Dillon doesn't have to feel guilty about it. He watches Cayden
disappear around a corner and clicks his tongue.
He's keeping his eye on that one. 
 
                              Π×Π×Π×Π×Π
 
Mandy groans, before slamming her forehead on her desk. "I wanna go home." 
Ian crosses his arms and laughs, staring down at her. "I still don' get why you
didn't just work on this assignment during detention." It's a few days later
since the last time Mandy was in detention and she's been in there three more
times this week. 
Mandy lifts her head and smiles up at him. "Too busy giving Nelson a hard
time." 
Ian shakes his head. "I'll be in the music room when your done." 
Where are you? *kissing emoji*  Ian sends. 
*three middle finger emojis* Hanging with the guys, will come find you in a
few. Music room right? 
Yeah baby.
Love you. 
Ian smiles and tucks his phone back into his front pocket. He walks towards the
music room whistling happily. 
"Dammit." He curses with a laugh. "Coulda sworn I'd beat you here." 
"Not today." Sarah says shaking the triangle and prompting Ian to laugh some
more. 
"Is that what you plan on playing?" 
"Ha ha. No actually, I'm pretty good with the drums." 
"Impressive." Ian walks towards the guitar, his favorite instrument. "Let's
go." He grabs it and then gestures towards the drums. 
"Oh we're making music? I love it." 
 
                                       Π×Π
 
"You can't just throw a bonfire in the middle of the field." 
"C'mon Mickey Mick. All we do are house parties, time to shake it up a bit." 
Mickey sighs, admitting it does sound nice. "How would we pull it off though?" 
"At night, on a Sunday and with the football captain as your boyfriend, not
that hard." 
Mickey stands up from where he's sited next to Dillon at the very back of the
drama club. "Will talk to him about it." 
He heads down the empty hallway, passing two or three students before finally
hearing the slow music coming from the class in front of him. Mickey pushes the
door in and smiles at his boyfriend who's singing while playing the guitar.
Sarah is on the drums and is only helping when Ian sings the chorus. 
He takes an empty chair and leans back. It occurs to him this is the first time
he's hearing Ian play or sing even though his boyfriend spends a good amount of
time here. The redhead looks straight at him when singing the final chorus and
Mickey can't help the huge smile that forms on his face. The smile only usually
reserved for Ian but Mickey is too carried away to remember Sarah can see the
smitten look on his face. 
Every time I breath I take you in
And my heart beats again
Baby I, can't help it
You keep me drowning in your love
Every time I try to rise above
I'm swept away by love
Baby I, can't help it 
 You keep me drowning in your love
Baby I, can't help it
 You keep me drowning in your, lo.....ve.
Ian ends the song and grins sheepishly at Mickey. Sarah is looking at them back
and forth with an excited look on her face but none of them notice. Music is
not Mickey's specialty but even he knows what song that was. He stands up when
Ian starts walking towards him. 
"Really babe?" He asks quietly when they're practically chest to chest. "Of all
the songs you could have picked?" 
Ian laughs, throwing his head back. "We couldn't find recent songs in common." 
"Only because someone has no taste."
Sarah says reminding Mickey they're not the only ones in this room. He finds
that he doesn't care though as he pulls Ian down to touch their lips together
gently.
"Love you." Ian whispers.
Mickey pecks him again before walking towards Ian's guitar.
"You know, your voice isn't terrible. I don' know why I expected it to be."
Sarah says stepping away from the drums. 
"Shut the fuck up, he was great." Mickey snaps, defensive of his boyfriend.
"You sounded great." He repeats turning to face Ian who's leaning on the table
Mickey was seated by when he was a spectator. 
The door bangs open loudly and Mandy walks in. "Hey lovebirds." She greets and
frowns when she sees Sarah is in the room with them too. "Sarah?" 
"Hey Mands. We were just fooling around." Sarah replies. "Musically." She adds
when the frown on Mandy only gets deeper. 
Mandy crosses her hands suddenly feeling on edge. "With them?" She asks
specifically pointing at Mickey. "You hanged out with her?" She asks him
prompting her brother to roll his eyes. 
Mickey is surprised to find he's not even the least bit jealous of Sarah
hanging out with Ian. He's over it and she hasn't given him cause to worry.
"Don' ask me. Ask him." He points at Ian. "Walked in to find them Westlife-ing
all over the place." 
"Backstreet Boys." Ian and Sarah chorus.
"Damn. Thought I had it." Mickey frowns before taking a seat. "Do another." 
"No, wait. What?" Mandy is still very confused. "That's like the third time
this week I've found you two together." 
"Mandy, are you okay?" Ian asks, beginning to understand that his best friend
may be upset.
Mandy doesn't look at him but instead advances on her friend. "What are you
doing?" 
"What?" Sarah asks confused. 
"You don' hang out with Ian without me." 
"Mandy relax we were just playing some music it's no biggie." Ian tries. 
"Both of you, out!" Mandy yells and Mickey grabs Ian's hand. 
"Gladly." He replies already pulling Ian out of the room. Seeing Ian like that,
singing confidently and even dedicating the song to him. It did things to him.
It was sexy as fuck and just thinking about it has Mickey extremely hot and
bothered. 
"Where are we going?" Ian laughs as they practically run out of the building
and towards their car. 
"You're going to take care of this hard on you caused." Ian laughs. "Well, I
had no reason to be jealous of Sarah but it seems Mandy did." Mickey says
opening the passenger door and getting in. 
Ian switches on the ignition and starts to reverse. "I didn't even think Mandy
would have a problem with it. You know." Ian says his eyes on the road. "Sarah
is just a good sport is all." 
 
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"I know we're friends, but there are lines I won't allow you to cross." Mandy
starts. 
"Mandy I'm sorry if I knew spending time with Ian would drive a wedge between
us I would have asked you first." 
 "You do not get to take my place Sarah." 
"I wasn't trying to!" Sarah defends. "Fuck Mandy, I didn't think it was a big
deal, I wasn't trying to steal your best friend from you." 
Mandy takes a deep breath and steps back. "Okay." She says feeling herself calm
down. "Okay." 
Maybe getting herself sent to detention all week wasn't a good idea. She hasn't
been able to spend time with Ian not to mention Dillon. What is wrong with her?
If Sarah got all these opportunities to spend with Ian, who will find
opportunities to spend with Dillon? 
"I'm sure he'd much rather spend time with you, but you haven't been around
and-" 
"Yeah I know." Mandy scratches her hair and looks around the room. "What
fucking instrument do you play anyway?" 
 
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Mandy, Sarah and a few other cheerleaders are lying or seated on the grass in
the open field during free period. They're laughing and chatting it up when
they see Mickey walking past them. 
Sarah quickly gets up and steps in front of him. Mickey glares at her with the
cigarette between his lips. "What?" He snaps impatiently, looking behind her to
where Ian is laughing with the guys. 
"I just wanted to say I'm glad you weren't upset about me and Ian hang-"
"Get the fuck out of my way." 
"I just..." 
Mickey steps around her and walks away leaving her to gape after him in
surprise. Mandy throws an arm across her shoulder and they watch Mickey leave
"Did you forget my brother doesn't do friendly?" 
Sarah still frowning, looks at Mandy. "But yesterday with Ian in the music
room..." 
"What about it?" Mandy let's go of her to zip up her jacket completely. 
"He was... different. I thought..." She shrugs. "I don't know what I thought." 
"Oh Sarah, the Mickey you saw yesterday is only reserved for Ian." 
"But he was so different!" 
Mandy laughs. "You witnessed a Gallavich moment and that's the one and only
time you ever will. That was a privilege." 
Sarah shakes her head like a wet dog as if trying to piece together what
Mandy's saying. "Fascinating." 
"U-huh. C'mon." 
They just sat back down when Sapphire -who joined the cheerleaders because her
long term boyfriend Dean is on the football team- gasps loudly. She stares at
her phone just as the rest do too. 
"What?" Mandy asks not wanting to get into the huddle. 
"Barry has Chlamydia." 
Mandy lies back on the grass her hands behind her head. "Ugh. More gossip."
Sarah tilts her head to the side repeatedly. "What?" She does it again and
Mandy rolls her eyes before getting up. "I am not interested in more gossip
Sarah." Mandy says as soon as they're quite a distance from the rest.
"Well, you want to hear this one." Mandy just looks at her friend expectantly.
"Okay so you know how Mia was dating Jack?" She asks pointing to where Mickey,
Ian, Dillon, Jack and the twins are standing. 
"I didn't know that but okay." 
"Well, Mia fucked Barry to make Jack jealous. It worked but instead of taking
her back, Jack slept with Grace in retaliation." Mandy doesn't even know these
girls but Sarah seems to be heading to a conclusion she thinks will be of
interest to her so she listens. 
"Wait." Mandy remembers something. "Is Grace that girl who sits at the back and
has had the same hairstyle for years?" Sarah nods. "I remember she slept with
someone at that party we went to that one time?" 
"You mean Cayden's party, where Grace fucked Cayden?" 
"Oh shit." They both chorus just as Cayden comes rushing past them. Mandy
quickly trips him. 
"What the fuck?!" Cayden exclaims from his position on the ground. 
"I hope you're not about to do what i think you're about to do." Mandy warns. 
Cayden watches them for a few seconds. "You know." 
"Yes we know." Sarah confirms.
"And you're an idiot if you think walking over there to just blurt it out is a
good fucking idea." 
Cayden stands up. "I have to warn him. I mean," he lowers his tone. "we used
protection...I think, but I still have to tell him." 
Mandy chuckles unamused. "Say that shit in front of Mickey and you're a dead
man." 
"But he needs to know." Cayden insists. 
"You're right." Mandy concurs. "I'll do it." 
 
 
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Mickey is laughing at the twins making fun of Dillon's blue balls when Mandy
and Sarah rush towards them hand in hand. Ian shakes his head in amusement
before turning towards his best friend. 
"Sup Mands?" 
"Sup babe?" 
Ian and Dillon greet Mandy simultaneously.
"Remember, we'll break it to them gently." Mandy whispers to Sarah who nods
vehemently. 
"Good idea." 
They wait until they're very close to the group. 
"Cayden has Chlamydia!" Mandy practically shouts. 
Ian and Mickey glance at each other once, their hearts beating violently
against their chests. They then turn back to look at Mandy with the same
question on their lips.
"WHAT?!"  
 
Chapter End Notes
     Parts of the smut in this chapter are courtesy of @thestarsfallon aka
     Julia. Thanks girl! ❤
     Oh Chlamydia. I like how that word sounds guys. It rolls off my
     tongue so smoothly. He he hee
     That being said: An airplane crushes between the American-Canadian
     border. Where should the survivors be buried?
     The first person to get this right gets a one shot as a gift.
***** Chapter 53 *****
Chapter Notes
     Holy fucking shit u guys. i have gone MIA for a while now and i
     heavily apologise for this. i recently discovered yaoi and i just
     couldn't stop. kept playing video after video after video. i haven't
     written or read in a while. but i am back now. more inseparable and
     prompts on the way.
     incase u are like me and didn't know what yaoi is, its japanese
     explicit gay anime. pretty hot and pretty awesome.
     here's one
     https://youtu.be/D5St3m7w1vQ
     anyhu, here's a new chapter. enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Cayden has Chlamydia?” Mandy repeats phrasing it like a question.
Everyone goes completely quiet, obviously shocked by this new information. Ian
is afraid to look at Mickey, he will never forgive himself if it turns out he
infected the love of his life with a fucking STI.
Mickey is going through different ways to murder Cayden in his mind, while
everyone else is looking between the power couple waiting to see what move
they’ll make next.
“Chlamydia.” Dillon voices. “Damn.”
“I'm gonna fucking kill him.” Mickey growls angrily and Ian finally looks at
him. He’s about to start placating his boyfriend when someone makes the mistake
of snickering. Mickey who's practically vibrating from his anger turns around
to look at Wyatt. The boy quickly stops laughing and covers his mouth,
immediately realizing his mistake. “What was that?” Mickey asks slowly
advancing on him.
“N…no one. Nothing.” Wyatt says taking a step back when Mickey keeps walking
towards him. “I'm sorry Mickey.”
Mickey however isn’t hearing it and he lands a quick angry punch on the boy’s
left cheek. Wyatt grabs his abused cheek, carefully watching the angry
brunette. Mickey’s breathing hard, his chest heaving while still glaring at the
offending boy. He looks like he’s about to hit him again and Mandy wonders if
Ian is going to step in at some point. She looks at the redhead who's observing
the scene just like everybody else. Wayne looks at Dillon with a silent
question on whether or not to step in and help his brother but her boyfriend
shakes his head ‘no’ once. She's not surprised to see Wayne step back.
Ian slowly walks towards Mickey and places his hand on his lower back. Usually
Mickey would visibly deflate from Ian's touch, but he’s still pretty angry. “We
used protection.” Ian slowly says.
“Oh, thank God!” Mandy speaks up, relieved.
“Jack, you definitely have it.” Sarah announces.
Jack looks at her aghast. “How the fuck am  connected to all this?” everyone
turns to Mandy and Sarah also curious.
“Because Mia has it.” Sarah continues.
Mickey doesn’t care about all this he just wants to get his hands on fucking
Cayden. He can see the guy standing in the field across from them, watching
them while pacing. He's going down. Mickey takes off towards his direction.
“SHIT.” Ian curses when he sees where Mickey's headed. He however turns towards
Dillon first. “Nobody touches Cayden, doesn’t matter what Mickey says.”
Dillon tilts his head in a helpless manner. “Look red, what Mickey wants…”
Ian takes a step closer towards him so they're practically breathing the same
air. He speaks so lowly, the rest have to struggle to hear him. “You took
Mickey to a fucking strip club when we were fighting knowing very well what
could happen.” Dillon swallows. “You, owe me.”
“Red! Red! Red!” Dillon chases after Ian as soon as the class is dismissed but
the redhead is blatantly ignoring him. “Ian!” he tries again but the taller boy
just keeps walking. Dillon grabs his shoulder and turns him around. “What the
fuck red?”
“Busy.” Ian replies with a raised eyebrow before walking away again and leaving
Dillon to frown in confusion.
Dillon gets knocked from behind and is ready to punch someone but only exhales
when he sees its Mickey. “Wanna skip?” the brunette asks.
“Sure.” The Dillon says. “Hey Mickey Mick, why is red mad at me?”
“He is?” Mickey asks with a frown already leading the way towards the drama
hall. “That’s news to me, man.”
Dillon blinks at Ian as soon as it all downs on him why the redhead has been so
cold towards him. He nods wordlessly, the guilt Cayden made him feel coming
back in full force. “Yeah man, we won’t touch him.”
“Good.” Ian says before quickly rushing after Mickey.
Ian finds Mickey kicking at the grass in frustration. He looks around but
Cayden is nowhere to be found. He takes a breath then grabs Mickey pulling him
into a hug. “What happened?”
“Pussy took off.”
Ian hugs his boyfriend tighter. “My love?” he calls quietly.
“Mmm?”
“Shouldn’t you be mad at me?” Mickey tries to pull back so he can look at Ian
but the redhead won’t let go of him so he just wraps his hands around him too.
“Maybe.” He buries his head in Ian's neck and breathes. “But I’m not.”
“Wanna go to the clinic now? Today?” Ian asks finally pulling away.
Mickey frowns. “Thought you said you used protection?”
“I know. But for our piece of mind, I think we should get tested.” He explains.
“I,” Ian licks his lips. “I remember seeing the condom on the floor as I was
leaving but I don’t remember the sex too well so I…” he trails off when Mickey
raises a hand to stop him.
“Fine.” Mickey sighs. “Don’ wanna hear about it.”
They head towards their car hand in hand. “So… what are the chances you’ll
listen to me if I ask you to not beat Cayden up?” Ian asks getting in the
passenger seat.
“I won’t.”
“Won't listen to me, or won't beat him up?”
“What do you think?”
“Thought so.”  
 
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The drive from the clinic is quiet, both boys lost in thought due to the memory
the trip brought back. It was hard going back to the clinic and not thinking
about the last time they had to get tested.  And memories of him overshadowed
their relief on the fact that they were both clean. But the important thing was
that they were clean, safe, just like they’ve always been.
“We gotta keep sex just between us man.” Mickey suddenly speaks up and Ian
laughs in surprise where he's by the wheel carefully driving them back home.
“This getting tested bullshit is fucking scary babe.”
“I know, that’s why we’re exclusive.” Ian replies still laughing.
“No breaking up either. Break ups lead to sex with other people. Sex with other
people leads to getting tested.”
Ian takes Mickey's hand and squeezes it, eyes still on the road. “I don’t think
people plan break ups love.”
Mickey groans, slanting lower on his seat. “I just don’t want that to ever
happen to us ever again.”
“Neither do I.” Ian assures bringing Mickey's hand to his lips and kissing it
without taking his eyes off the road. “And I don’ think it will. I mean
threesomes, never again,”
“Never again.”
“No hard drugs,”
“Beer and weed, that’s it.”
“And we would never step out on each other.” Ian finishes his list. “What else
is there?”
Mickey nods feeling reassured. “You’re right babe, thanks.”
“Exactly.” Ian slows down the car when they near the Gallagher home. “Yours or
mine?”
Mickey raises his phone. “Ma’s got Aaron over and she always wants us around
for that shit.”
Ian steps on the gas and keeps driving. “She loves him, wants you to bond with
him.”
“Ugh. We don’t need to bond in order to accept him.”
Ian parks outside the Milkovich house and they get out of the car. “Well, I
haven’t seen him since Jamie pulled a gun on him so I am happy I get to see him
again.”
Mickey just grunts in response as they head towards the house. Ian can’t resist
spanking him as he climbs the steps ahead of him. The shorter boy just rolls
his eyes, fully aware of Ian's obsession with his behind.
“Think we got time for a rim job before dinner?” Ian inquires.
Mickey turns to look at him with a smirk but Mandy interrupts them when she
opens the door. “Ew, no. There isn’t because you are right on time." She gives
an exergerrated shudder. "I really didn’t need that image.” She shakes her head
while opening the door wider for them.
“Dillon?” Mickey calls in surprise.
“Your mom requested me personally.” Dillon shrugs.
“It’s good you’re here. Need to talk to you.”
Ian and Dillon exchange a look before Mickey guides him towards his room. “You
know he's going to ask Dillon and the guys to beat up Cayden, right?” Mandy
asks Ian.
“God, I have a stubborn boyfriend. Even after a clean bill of health he still
wants to beat him up.”
“He feels like Cayden put you at risk.”
“Cayden texted to tell me he didn’t know.” Just as he says that a text comes in
from the afore mentioned. “Look at that,” he shows the image to Mandy.
“He's clean.” She reads.
“’You sound surprised.”
“Yeah, Dillon told me Jack has it so I expected Cayden to have it too.”
“It’s a big school with a lot of students. Students who get around.”
“Kids! Dinner!” Their mom yells and the two head towards the kitchen.
“Hello Aaron, good to see you again.” Ian shakes the man’s hand and the latter
returns the greeting with a smile.
“It was Ian, right?” Ian nods. Aaron lets go of him and gestures for the two of
them to have a seat. “The two people I’m sure like me.”
Ian chuckles. “They’ll come around.”
Ani kisses Aaron on the cheek  as they both join them at the table. “Mikhailo,
do not make you call you again!” Mickey and Dillon quickly get out of the
bedroom and join them at the table. Mickey sitting next to Ian and Dillon next
to Mandy. “Mikhailo…” Mama Milkovich calls in warning.
“Good evening Aaron.” Mickey greets sarcastically.
“Good evening Mikh…” Aaron trails off when he gets a glare from Mickey.
“Mickey.” He finishes and Mickey just grunts before digging into his food. Ian
smiles at Aaron apologetically. The older man clears his throat. “So, Mandy.
This is your boyfriend?”
Mandy grins and nods in affirmation. “Yes, Dillon.”
“He’s been very good to my Amanda.” Ani says making Dillon blush heavily. She
then frowns while chewing thoughtfully. “What happened to that other boy, your
cousin? I haven’t seen him around in a long while.” she asks looking at Dillon.
“We fell out.” Mickey quickly replies. “It happens.”
“This is delicious.” Ian changes the topic, pointing at his meatballs with his
fork. “Did you make it?” he asks Aaron who laughs.
“Yes. I thought it would be safer for me considering what happened last time.”
All of them laugh at the weed incident. Even Ani who tries to glare at them but
ends up smiling anyway.              
After dinner Ian and Mandy help Ani clear the table and wash the dishes. “So I
got a phone call from your principal today.” Their mother starts.
“About what?” Mandy asks leaning against the sink as she dries the first plate.
“The school is holding a safe sex education assembly on Saturday and they want
all parents to remind you kids that its mandatory. They want us to ensure you
all attend.” She says. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”
Ian shrugs. “Some people at school got Chlamydia.”
“Oh, that’s terrible!” mama Milkovich exclaims. “Are any of you…”
“No.” Ian and Mandy reply at the same time. “You have nothing to worry about
ma. None of us is among them.” Mandy assures her.
Ani exhales visibly. “Good. I was so worried for a minute there.”
Dillon walks into the kitchen and gets three bottles of water from the fridge.
Ian excuses himself. “Dillon.” The brown haired boy turns to look at Ian.
“I made you a promise and I'm going to keep it.” Dillon reassures and Ian nods.
“Thanks.”
 
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It takes almost two weeks for the Chlamydia fuss to die down. A time which
Cayden spends hiding from Mickey till Ian starts to deem it ridiculous. Since
Dillon and the guys refuse to go after Cayden, Mickey has made it his personal
mission to hunt the guy down. At this point Ian isn’t even sure it’s about the
STD anymore. So when Ian and Cayden were reading in the library and Mickey
showed up causing the other boy to run off, Ian considered it the last straw.
So he  goes to the music room and texts both boys individually to meet him
there. Ian is sitting on the table when Mickey shows up first.
“Hey sexy.” Mickey wiggles his eyebrows. “Is this what I think it is?” he walks
towards his boyfriend and gets between his legs. He slips cold hands gently
around Ian's neck while still smiling at him. “Hmm?” Ian grins back and holds
his boyfriend’s waist. Mickey's blue eyes stare deeply into his and Ian forgets
how to breathe for a second; forgets why he called him here. The shorter boy
presses a soft kiss against Ian's lips and Ian inhales sharply before grabbing
the back of Mickey's neck to pull him closer.
The kiss turns heated immediately as both boys moan as they bring each other to
full pleasure. Mickey steps even closer so their crotches are touching. They
continue to kiss passionately and only pause once to take deep breaths before
coming together again. Before Ian can suggest they hit the janitor’s closet, he
pulls away reluctantly and presses his forehead against Mickey.
“Such a good kisser.” He whispers making Mickey laugh.
“Beg to differ.” The brunette whispers back. “It’s your kisses I can’t get
enough off.” Just as Mickey is about to start kissing him again the door opens
and Cayden walks in. “Motherfucker.” Mickey starts at the same time Cayden
curses, “Shit.” Before walking back out.
“Cayden! Get back in here!” Ian shouts grabbing onto Mickey's hand tightly.
Cayden peaks into the room cautiously. “For a guy who said he's not scared of
me, you sure have been doing a great job of hiding. Fucking coward. Fucking
face me!”
“I'm not scared of you.” Cayden says walking further into the room. “I don’
wanna fight you ‘cause I’m not trying to get on Ian's bad side.”
Mickey scoffs turning to look at Ian. “He thinks he can take me.”
Ian looks at Cayden. “You can’t take him.” he tells Cayden. “Sit.” While Cayden
takes a seat Ian guides Mickey towards the closest chair. “I am tired of the
both of you fighting.”
Cayden raises his hand as if he's in class. “I would like to point out that I
have no problem with Mickey, Mickey has a problem with me.”
“You gave my boyfriend Chlamydia.”
Ian looks at Mickey, eyes wide. “Baby, that’s not even close to the truth.”
“I tested negative. Ian I texted you before I was even out of the damn clinic.”
Cayden frowns up at Ian.
“And I already told him that.” Ian points at his boyfriend.
“What’s your real problem with me Mickey?” Cayden gets up and walks towards
Mickey. He stands in front of him, hands wide. “This isn’t even about the
fucking STI anymore. Will it make you feel better if I let you punch me?
Because I'm ready. Fine, do it.”
Ian thinks he misses the punch when he blinks because next thing he sees, is
Cayden on the ground. His eyes are wide open in shock, a bruise already forming
near his left eye.
“What?” Mickey laughs feeling a little satisfied. “You offer me a chance to
punch you and you expect me not to take it?”  
Ian helps Cayden up and guides him towards the door. “I’ll talk to him. I’m
sorry.”
Cayden nods then walks away. Ian closes the door and leans on it. “He’s right.”
Mickey just blinks at him. “This isn’t about that stupid fucking disease.
You’ve got a personal vendetta. I thought we were over this. I'm not interested
in him that way.”
Mickey sighs and gets up. He rubs a hand across his mouth. “I know.”
“So?” Ian prompts. Mickey shuffles his feet avoiding Ian's eyes. He mumbles
something under his breath that Ian doesn’t catch. The redhead walks towards
his boyfriend and lifts his chin so they're looking at each other. “My love.”
“You slept with someone that wasn’t me.” Ian sighs softly, finally getting it.
“It’s not even about him it’s just…”
“I know.” Ian pecks Mickey's lips softly. “I know. It was supposed to always be
just you and me.” He says slowly and Mickey nods.
“And with him, we weren’t in our right minds but we were both there. But then
came the stripper and then Cayden and I just… it’s not just us anymore, you
know?”
Ian nods, because he knows. He fully understands. “I wish that none of those
had to happen. But they did babe, and there's nothing we can do about it. All
we gotta do now is keep being us. Move on. Forget about Cade and everything
that happened after. We are fine now, right?” Mickey nods. “Better than fine.
So it doesn’t really matter that it’s not just us anymore.” He pushes the black
hair back, smiling softly his eyes teary. “We are still Ian and Mickey.” Ian
takes his left hand and slots it with Mickey's. They both look at the rings in
their hands. “We are still you and me and nothing will ever change that. Okay?”
Mickey sniffs. “Okay.”
This time when they kiss it’s soft, and slow and not sexual in any way. Ian
just needs to remind Mickey that he is here and isn’t going anywhere. Needs to
remind his boyfriend that they are more than fine and he will work hard to keep
it that way.
“I love you.”
Mickey pulls back to whisper before pulling Ian back in and deepening the kiss.
They stay there in that room kissing for a long time. Expressing their love and
reminding each other that regardless of what happened, they are still Ian and
Mickey. Still as strong as they've always been.
Chapter End Notes
     Becoz I've kept u waiting too long. No cliffhanger. (^○^)
     okay so... another riddle. and the first to get it right gets a gift!
     You have two oranges that you need to share between three kids. One
     of the kids is yours. How do you favor your kid so he gets the
     biggest share, without the other two kids noticing the unfairness?
***** Chapter 54 *****
Chapter Notes
     you guys have killed me with your answers to the riddle.I have been
     laughing all day. Especially Sherry oh Lordy. Ha ha haa! Please note
     I did give some of ur answers when this riddle was first presented to
     me. Tihihihi
     Anyway,
      
     You have two oranges that you need to share between three kids. One
     of the kids is yours. How do you favor your kid so he gets the
     biggest share, without the other two kids noticing the unfairness?
      
     The answer is quite simple: you give the other kids an orange each
     and have them be the ones to share with your kid. Bingo! Just like
     that, your child will get two halves, and will there 4 end up eating
     a full orange with the other two being none the wiser! ＼(^o^)／
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Oh baby,” Mickey moans biting hard on his lower lip. “That feels good.” He
sighs as he caresses Ian's cheek softly. Ian inserts another finger and
Mickey's eyes flutter shut when he starts thrusting them in and out. “Fuck me
baby, fuck me on that fucking bed. Make me fucking scream baby, please.”
Ian smirks, satisfied with how easily the pet name leaves Mickey's lips these
days. “No. I’ll fuck you right here against this wall. Right here my love.
Right here.” Ian breathes heavily. With that, he removes his fingers, opens his
zip, then pulls out and slicks up his throbbing cock.
They are in the empty Milkovich house, having left school immediately classes
ended. After their talk all the two boys wanted was to get lost in each other.
Now here they were, Ian shirtless while Mickey's only got his shirt on.
Ian then lifts Mickey till he’s off the ground. After a few minutes of trying
to move the right way, he finally adjusts his boyfriend’s body. Ian pushes
Mickey's body down over his cock at the same time he thrusts upwards. The
shorter boy moans filthily the entire time Ian's dick penetrates his tightness,
until the redhead is balls deep. He then opens his eyes and Ian moans from the
blissed out look on Mickey's face from just having his cock inside him.
“Fuck, I love you Ian.” Mickey says, pulling Ian into a kiss, loving how easily
his boyfriend is holding him up right now. Ian groans loudly before gripping
Mickey's hips, feeling Mickey's tongue everywhere in his mouth. He slams up
into Mickey while moving Mickey down onto him. His moans keep getting louder
with every thrust and noise that Mickey makes. “Fuck yes, Ian.” Mickey moans
licking along his boyfriend’s teeth.
Ian takes in Mickey's loud moans, his face crunched up in pleasure, his nails
that are digging into his back as he tries to ground himself and the way he’s
calling out his name. It all makes him that much hornier and hot for Mickey.
Makes him want to pleasure him till he passes out. So he speeds up and thrusts
up harder and faster, relishing in Mickey's sweetness and how good he feels.
“Iaaaaan.” Mickey whines and Ian laughs but continues to thrust up into him,
harder. “Fuck baby, I'm so close, shit.” He cries out desperate to come. “Let’s
finish…fuck….on the bed…baby come on!”
“No,” Ian breathes. “Right here. Right here.” he repeats then reaches between
them and grabs Mickey's leaking dick, squeezing and stroking just like he knows
his boyfriend likes. The latter throws his head back, his legs wrapped tightly
around Ian's waist, his nails digging harder into Ian's firm back then screams
loudly in the quiet Milkovich house. He cums so hard he gets come all over his
shirt and a bit lands on their chins. Ian doesn’t stop stroking him and Mickey
makes small sounds as he comes down from his mind blowing orgasm.
“You were…” Ian says in awe. “Fuck my love.” Ian buries his face in Mickey's
neck, overwhelmed. He drags his nose across the pale skin, inhales, and then
places a soft kiss on Mickey's cheek. He's rewarded with a soft “baby.”
“Can still feel you hard inside me.” Mickey says caressing Ian's hair.
“What are you going to do about it?”
Mickey smirks as Ian pulls out then lowers him gently to the floor. The
brunette doesn’t hesitate to get on his knees. He pumps Ian's dick twice,
before taking it in his mouth.
“Fucking filthy babe.” Ian moans looking down at his boyfriend. The moment
Mickey hums in acknowledgement Ian doesn’t even last five seconds before he's
cuming down his throat with a loud yell of his young lover's name.
"Now we can go to the bed." Ian says with a smile, his breath uneven. 
Mickey gets off his knees and grabs both of Ian's cheeks, planting a soft kiss
on his lips. "Fucking love you." 
Ian's chest swells with emotion and he has to sniff so as not to cry. "Love you
too Mick. So much." 
Mickey has just started pushing Ian towards the bed when the Milkoviches walk
into the house talking over each other loudly. 
"Sounds like everyone is out there." Ian notices with a frown. "Been a while
since I saw your older brothers." He doesn't specify since when, not trying to
ruin the beautiful moment. "Let's get dressed." 
 
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"Yo Red!" 
Ian and Cayden stop in their tracks where they are headed towards the
cafeteria. Ian doesn't say anything but instead raises an eyebrow at Dillon. 
"Look, you were right. I fucked up." Dillon starts. "But it doesn't change the
fact that Mickey's an adult and I didn't force him to do anything." 
Ian nods. "Yeah. But you took him there." He shrugs. "No strip club, no
stripper." 
"I didn't make him kiss the guy." Cayden scoffs. "Shut the fuck up, this has
nothing to do with you." 
"Please." Cayden leans on the closest locker. "Mickey would tell you to eat
shit and you'd do it." 
Dillon pushes Cayden by the chest hard, till he stumbles. "You think because
you're friends with red you're part of the crew now? Good luck with getting on
Mickey's good side." 
"I don' need to get on Mickey's good side." Cayden pushes him back. 
Dillon laughs sarcastically. "Think again." 
Ian rolls his eyes and leaves the two boys alone so he can go find his
boyfriend. He heads straight to their table and it's just Mickey, Mandy, Sarah
and Jack there. Mandy and Jack seem to be arguing. 
Ian takes a seat next to Mickey and smiles when he sees the plate his boyfriend
already set aside for him. He kisses Mickey's hair then sniffs it. "Thanks
love." 
Mickey nods at him without looking at him but places a hand on Ian's thigh. His
attention is on Mandy and Jack so Ian tunes in too. 
"You know." Mickey says still chewing. "Dillon finds out he won't care it was
before he started dating my sister." He informs Jack. 
"When Dillon finds out what?" Ian asks taking a bite of his own food. 
"Apparently," Sarah offers. "Mandy used to be a slut before Dillon and her
vagina crossed paths with Jack's dick." 
"Dude, you have chlamydia." Ian frowns. 
"Had chlamydia." Jack corrects. "I'm cured now, and I didn't have it back
then." 
"Yeah but you have chlamydia and you fucked his girl. You may be his boy but he
won't spare you for this." Ian continues making Mickey laugh. 
"How did you even manage to sit on this for so long?" Sarah asks. 
"Sit on what?" Dillon asks finally joining them. 
"No." Mickey snaps firmly. 
Cayden who was about to sit down picks up his tray again and walks towards the
jocks table. Mickey avoids Ian's eyes but the redhead doesn't react to him
denying Cayden a seat at their table. Ian's watching Jack and Mandy glare at
each other as if nothing just happened. 
The topic quickly changes and Dillon brings up the bonfire. Ian says he'll see
what he can do. He's almost done when he gets a text about the coach calling an
impromptu meeting for all the players.  Ian gets up and gives Mickey a quick
kiss. 
"I'll see you in gym class." He says before walking away. 
He catches up to Cayden, Dean and Evans who are already headed towards the
field. "It's cold as fuck. Why couldn't he hold this meeting at the locker
room?" Dean complains as they jog towards the coach and some of the other team
mates when they see he's already wiating for them.
"Sup coach." Ian greets when they get there already feeling hot. 
Coach claps once. "Thank you for not taking your time." The older man says
sarcastically. "I have to head out early so I want to get this over with.
You've been without a co-captain too long since my best player Jason quit for
whatever reason. The season's about to start so get your votes in." 
The team mates look at each other, caught by surprise. 
The coach snaps his fingers at Ian. "Gallagher, give me two names." 
Ian scratches his head, as he looks at his team. "Cayden and Benny." 
The couch turns to face the rest of the team. "Any objections?" No one speaks.
"DO WE ALL AGREE those two are the strongest players after Ian?" 
"Yes coach!" 
"Okay then, the three of you, get light." Coach orders. "Give me two laps and
whoever beats Ian or comes in second is the new co-captain." 
Ian, Cayden and Benny shed off their jackets, scarfs and gloves. They keep the
wife beaters and vests knowing it will get warmer as soon as they start
running. 
"On your mark," the three boys drop to the ground. "Get set, GO!" 
Ian is the receiver for a reason. He's always been extremely fast and running
has been a hobby for years. So he sees why the coach would pick this particular
challenge for the other two boys. The cold feels good on his face as he
finishes his first lap. Even with his healing leg Ian is still pretty fast, but
he knows he'd be faster is his leg hadn't been injured over the holidays. He
can see Benny almost catching up to him so he picks up his speed, running even
faster. 
He's on the second and final lap when Cayden comes barelling past him. His
friend finishes first and Ian comes in second with Benny a few seconds behind.
Before his injury Cayden wouldn't have surpassed him, but Ian's getting better.
If he could run like that then that means his leg is well on it's way to
healing completely. 
"Congratulations Brown, you're the new co-captain. See you guys tomorrow!"
Coach walks away without sparing them another glance. 
Ian pulls his vest over his head and bends down, hands on his knees so he can
catch his breath. "Congratu-lations." He gets out and Cayden smiles back at
him. 
"It will be my pleasure." Ian just rolls his eyes as he stands up straight. He
grabs the back of his head with both hands, his breath finally evening out. 
"Nice ink Gallagher." One of the guys says. 
Ian blushes but no one can tell since his face is red anyway. More guys come
closer to check out his tattoo and Ian doesn't stop them. 
"I take it that stands for Mickey Milkovich?" Dean asks with a smirk. 
Ian doesn't reply even as they keep fussing over his tattoo. They always do
this anytime someone gets tattooed so he let's them. 
"Fuck the ink, my eyes are on his back. Damn Gallagher, you got game." Evans
whistles and everyone ignores his tattoo in favor of checking out his back
instead. 
"Holy shit, Ian." 
"Damn." 
"Mickey's one lucky dude." 
Dean crosses his arms with a smile. "This answers a question a lot of us have
been curious about for years."
Ian huffs and takes the checked shirt Cayden hands him. He puts on the clothes
the other boy keeps handing him till he's fully covered again and protected
from the cold. 
"Does that answer apply to you and Cayden too?" Dean continues.
"Late for gym class." Ian walks away with the guys he shares the next lesson
with right behind him. 
 
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"Wait, so you're telling me Ian has the same fucking tattoo?" Mandy asks
inspecting the tattoo on her brother's arm. She traces her finger along the
infinity sign tickling Mickey. She smirks when he laughs. "IG." She reads. "You
guys are fucking saps. Did you already have it when I made that joke?" 
Mickey laughs. "That's where Ian got the idea." 
Mandy's still shocked when Ian walks into the gym and wraps his hands around
Mickey's waist. "Hey babe." He whispers placing a kiss on Mickey's cheek. 
"People saw the tattoo now Mandy's still in shock." 
Ian laughs because of the coincidence. "Who's in charge? Coach left." 
Mickey nods towards the teacher laughing with some of the girls. "Nelson."
Ever since Cayden told him Nelson is gay and that they fucked, Ian hasn’t been
able to look at him the same way. But thankfully he doesn’t take any classes
from the man so its whatever. Not that he would ever do anything about that
seeing as it’s none of his business.
“You wanna take a walk with me later?” Ian asks his boyfriend, still holding
him tightly and caressing his stomach.
Mickey is feeling ticklish and he keeps smiling. Ian's hand is getting 
dangerously close to his crotch but the act is obscured by Mandy who's watching
them silently. “Why walk when we can drive?”
Ian whines behind with him. “’Cause I wanna.”
“Fine you big baby!” Mickey laughs when Ian puts a hand under his shirt.
“You two put straight couples to shame.”
“Milkovich! Gallagher! Not in my gym!” Nelson yells and the couple reluctantly
separates.
“I have a better idea.” Mickey joins Mandy and starts stretching too just as
Dillon joins them. “We should go out.”
“Yes.” Mandy and Dillon say simultaneously.
“School ends at 4:00 you guys.” Ian laughs.
“So fucking what? Been a while since we partied.” Mandy laments.
“I'm totally for this idea.” Dillon wraps a hand around Mandy's neck. “My
treat, just the four of us.”
“C’mon Ian.” Mandy begs. "A double date! Just like old times." 
Three pairs of eyes turn to look at him and Ian rolls his eyes. But he hasn’t
gone out in a while so he likes the idea too. “Fine. But this is the first time
I'm going out this year so it better not be something local. I want to dress up
and go somewhere no one knows us.”
“Great. I know just the place.”
“Awesome.” Ian gives him a fake smile. “As long as there’ll be no strippers.”
“C’mon man. I already apologized.”
Mickey looks between the two with a frown. “Apologized? For what?”
Unfortunately he doesn’t get to hear the answer because Nelson calls everyone
to attention and gets them all to make a straight line. But when Ian pinches
his ass discreetly before winking at him, Mickey laughs, flips him off for good
measure and forgets to ask what that was about.
 
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“Damn baby, you weren’t kidding about the dressing up part.”
Mickey is leaning against Dillon’s car that rarely gets used with his arms
crossed, when his boyfriend walks out of the Gallagher house. The weather has
been slightly less harsh in the beginning of February so lately they haven’t
been dressing up too heavily. So when Ian walks out wearing the leather jacket
Mickey got him for Christmas, Mickey is blown, away. Under it Ian has on a
very, very tight navy blue t-shirt, -where Mickey can see his hard nipples –
accompanied by black fitting jeans and navy blue shoes. He looks so…he looks
so…
Ian gasps when Mickey grabs the front of his t-shirt suddenly and pulls him in
for a surprise kiss. When his brain catches up with his mouth that’s already
responding to his boyfriend, he grabs Mickey's ass and pulls him closer. Mickey
moans inside his mouth and Ian pulls back with a smirk. “You look fucking sexy
too my love.” Ian pecks his lips softly. “And you are all mine.” Mickey has on
a black and white checked shirt, and black skinny jeans. “I guess a quickie is
off the table?” he asks gesturing at the tight jeans.
“You like sex too much.”
“Only if it’s you I'm fucking babe.”
Mandy groans loudly from the passenger seat. “For the love of God get in the
motherfucking car or we’ll leave your sappy asses out here!”
Ian laughs and opens the door only to get in first just as Mickey was about to
insult him for opening the door for him. “So much being a gentleman.” The
brunette says instead.
“As if you wouldn’t give me shit for it.”
 
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The four teenagers drive to Wisconsin and they still get to The Reef early.
There's only a few people scattered around the place. The waiter who approaches
them at the door guides them to a booth at the front near the stage.
“Why the fuck do they have a stage?” Mickey asks even as they settle in. Mandy
on the left, Dillon and Mickey in the middle and Ian on the other edge on the
right. 
The lady – Amber- takes their drink orders and leaves. “This place is pretty
nice.” Ian points out.
“I come here all the time with my cousins whenever I visit.” Dillon replies.
“Wouldn’t you guys rather we sit in the back?” he asks but when the waiter
places their drinks on the table they decide to stay put.
“Hey Amber, quick question,” Mickey starts as he drops ice cubes in his whiskey
glass. “What’s with the fucking stage?”
Ian laughs. “What’s with you and the stage?”
Amber laughs. “Oh, you guys are new? We have live performances here.” Mickey
frowns. “Also, you guys are early which means you get to enjoy the happy hour
offer.” She turns to Mandy. “Cocktails are half price till 7:00.”
“Money’s not a problem.” Dillon says at the same time Mandy and Ian say; “We’ll
take them!”
“Get us the menu.” Ian smiles up at her before planting a kiss on the side of
Mickey's head.
“You okay?” Mandy asks Amber when the waiter stills suddenly, looking at Ian.
She smiles at the blond sympathetically. “Yeah, he's gay for my brother. Better
luck next time.”
Amber nods then takes off hurriedly.
“Not even thirty minutes in and already someone’s hitting on ya.” Mickey downs
his first glass with a scowl.
“Slowly babe, we’re gonna be here a while.” Ian whispers in Mickey's ear before
sticking his tongue in.
Mickey pushes him back. “I’ll be fine as long as no other person hits on you.”
The four of them drink slowly, talking, laughing and enjoying the quiet
ambiance of the place. Before they know it the place is packed and the manager
of the club is getting on stage to announce the arrival of some band.
Mandy is on her 6th cocktail when the three hot as fuck men and one lady get on
stage. Ian stands up to go to the toilet and Mandy sees the guy with the Mohawk
stop what he's doing to watch Ian walk by. She looks at her brother but
Mickey’s head is bent as he listens to something Dillon is saying.
Thank God.
She's keeping that to herself. She likes this place and she doesn’t want them
getting kicked out before she sees what the band can do. Her boyfriend is hot
but looking doesn’t hurt.
 
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The band is playing their fifth song when everybody else notices Mohawk guy
–who as it turns out is the lead singer- has a boner for Ian.
They are performing a love song about I love how you move for me babywhen
things get interesting. It's a nice catchy song. Mickey and Dillon are moving
their heads to the beat while Mandy and Ian wave their hands in the air
enthusiastically. Suddenly, Mohawk gets down the stage still singing, the
microphone on his left hand. He walks straight to where Ian is sitting. The man
stretches out his right hand, still singing. Ian looks around and at the three
of them grinning and surprised but takes the guy’s hand and gets up.
Mohawk walks back on stage with Ian following behind. The song doesn’t stop and
Mohawk is still singing. Ian looks back at them and shrugs. Mandy already knows
what she’ll find when she looks at Mickey, but she does anyway. Her brother
looks surprised but he's just narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the unfolding
scene.
Mohawk gets to the I love how you move for me babypart when things get even
more interesting. He lets go of Ian and gestures for him to start dancing. Ian
shrugs again and starts swaying his hips while moving his hands around. He then
turns to look at them and moves to the song looking straight at Mickey. When
Ian makes it obvious he's dancing for him, Mickey relaxes his angry face and
starts smiling. He even leans his elbows on the table so he can take in his
boyfriend’s sexy moves. The smile however dies down immediately when Mohawk
grabs Ian's elbow, still singing and turns the redhead to face him.
“Oh shit.” Mandy mumbles to herself before grabbing her drink and wrapping an
arm around Dillon’s waist.
“Ten bucks says Mickey punches Mohawk off the stage.” Dillon whispers in her
ear.
Mandy laughs. “That’s not a bet. We both know that’s exactly what’s going to
happen.”
She turns back to the stage and Mohawk is still serenading Ian. He starts
walking closer and closer towards him and Mandy looks at Mickey again. Mickey
is shifting in his seat and cracking his knuckles. He’s chewing his bottom lip
so hard Mandy wants to reach across the table and stop him.  
When Mohawk grabs Ian's waist however, Mickey’s restraint is no more. Just as
Ian steps away from Mohawk, Mickey stalks up the stage so fast Mandy has never
seen him move like that. He grabs Ian's wrist and glares at Mohawk who stops
singing. The band however keeps playing. Mickey turns around and drags Ian off
the stage possessively. He sits Ian back in their booth angrily, making sure
this time he's the one sitting at the edge and not the redhead.
Mandy realizes she's had her mouth open this entire time. She closes it and
looks at her boyfriend. She looks around and other members are just as shocked
as she is. They glance at Mohawk who has started singing again and is clearly
making a lot of effort to face away from their table. When she looks at Dillon
again they both burst out laughing uncontrollably and don’t stop for a long
time.
Chapter End Notes
     WHY DON'T YOU GUYS WANT THIS GIFTS? I got nothing but ideas. I am
     finding an excuse to write them because I'm supposed to prioritize
     the prompts. (~_^)
      
     List three steps to put an elephant in the fridge.
***** Chapter 55 *****
Chapter Notes
     List three steps to put an elephant in the fridge; step 1 is open the
     fridge, 2 is put the elephant in the fridge, step 3 is closing the
     fridge door. :))
     so, 3 things
     -Mstyles wanted - Jealous Ian
     -Anna wanted- you know what u requested
     -This chapter is a little heavy on mama Milkovich. Hope no one minds
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mickey wraps his hands tightly around Ian as the redhead continues to pound
into him hard and fast. “Shit.” Is the only coherent word he can mutter
repeatedly as his boyfriend turns him out like he always does. Ian lifts one of
his legs to get even deeper at the same time he starts jerking Mickey off.
“I'm close babe.” Ian groans, his eyes shut tightly and his face red.
                 
It only takes a few more hard thrusts, a few strokes of Mickey's cock and his
entire body goes still for a long, long moment. Mickey then shudders and shakes
as  he comes while still crying out ‘shit’ and ‘Ian’ over and over. He spills
thick and hot over Ian's hand and across his own flexing stomach.
Ian can’t hold back after such a sight and he's soon spilling inside while
digging his teeth into Mickey's shoulder. He lets go of his boyfriend’ leg and
both boys catch their breaths while trying not to put any distance between each
other.
“You’re amazing.” Ian whispers.
“You’re amazing-er.”
Ian snorts then laughs into Mickey's neck. The latter grins and rubs Ian's
sweaty back, basking in their sated happy ambiance.
 
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Ian wakes up early Wednesday morning and rushes to the Milkovich house. Colin
is on his way out so Ian rushes right past him. “Mickey! Mickey! Mickey are you
up yet!”
“Hey, hey, slow down.” Mama Milkovich steps in his way. “Where’s the fire?”
Ian catches his breath then swallows the spit in his mouth. “No fire mama
Milkovich. Mickey promised we were going fishing today!”
Mama Milkovich crosses her arms. “Fishing? In the Southside?”
“No, lake Michigan.” Ian says a frown forming on his freckled face.
“Hmm, let me see. A ten and eleven year old in Michigan, by themselves. I don’t
think so.”
Ian pouts. “But-“
“No buts. You are not leaving the Southside without supervision.”
Ian looks up at her hopefully. “Will you take us?”
Mama Milkovich grabs the back of Ian's head and leads him towards the dining
table. “Have you even had breakfast yet?” Ian doesn’t answer. “Sit, eat and
maybe tonight you can have dinner here and I’ll cook you guys fish. How’s
that?”
Ian pouts but nods. “Okay. Can I go wake up Mickey?”
Mama Milkovich nods at him with a smile and he runs towards Mickey's room. He
jumps on the bed and his best friend wakes up with an irritated groan. “Mickey,
wake up.”
Mickey smiles when he hears Ian's voice then slowly opens his eyes. “Ian.” He
blinks a few times when he sees Ian's vibrant face is right next to his.
“Creepy.” He moves back so they're not as close.
“Morning Mickey!” Ian greets.
“How are you always this fucking perky in the morning?”
“Shh.” Ian puts a long finger on his lips. “No cussing.” Mickey rolls his eyes
and sits up so he can rub his eyes. “So, your mom won't let us go fishing.”
“You told her!”
Ian gasps at Mickey's volume, unaware as to why his best friend is upset. “I…
she asked.”
Mickey sighs, resigned to the fact that; “You really can’t lie to my mom, can
you?”
“Why would I when she’s so nice?”
Mickey groans. “Let’s go.”
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Mickey vomits in the toilet bowl  loudly and his mother comes running in.
“What's wrong?” she kneels next to Ian who's rubbing Mickey's back. Mama
Milkovich directs the question at him. “What's wrong with him?”
“We were out playing and his stomach started aching. We came home and he
started puking.” Ian quickly explains, his face contorted with worry.
Mama Milkovich nods. “Okay. Get that face towel and dab it in cold water then
give it to me.”
Ian quickly does as told, not wanting his best friend to be in any more pain.
“Did you eat something apart from what I fed you in the morning?”
“Just the hot dogs some guy was selling.” Mickey whispers sliding down the
floor.
Mama Milkovich clicks her tongue. “That must be it.”
“You think its food poisoning?” a concerned Ian takes Mickey's hand.
“Yes.”
“But I'm fine.” Ian continues, confused.
“Mikhailo’s tummy must be really sensitive.” Mama Milkovich lifts Mickey and
takes him to the bed. “Rest up and drink some water. I will just rush to the
pharmacy and then I’ll be right back. Ian-“
“I got it mama Milkovich. I'm not leaving his side.” Ian kisses Mickey's
forehead and then reaches for last night’s t-shirt to wipe some of the sweat
off his sick best friend’s forehead. “You’ll be okay Mick. I promise.”
Mickey smiles weakly at him and Ian places another soft comforting kiss on his
forehead.
 
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Ian and Mickey get home from school to find their mom in the living room with a
stranger. There is a plate of cookies and milk on the coffee table. Ani
wordlessly points at the snacks and Mickey looks at the strange blond boy in
their living room then at his mother, trying to put together what's going on.
“What are we, ten?”
“I am your mother. I will feed you milk and cookies if I want to, sit.”
Ian drops his bag with a shrug and sits on the couch. He stares at the strange
boy sited on one of the other chairs. His cheeks and ears are pink and his hair
is unusually neat. He also seems to be wearing some kind of school uniform.
“Hello.” He greets.
The boy looks at him once then ducks his head again. “Hello.”
Ian looks behind him where Mickey is still looking at the stranger. “Sit.” Ani
repeats and Mickey rolls his eyes but drops on the couch next to Ian. Ani claps
her hands just as Ian starts in on the snacks.
Mickey glares at him and Ian shrugs. “What? They're really good.”
“Okay so this is Sheldon.” Ani starts. “Sheldon these are my boys Ian and
Mickey. Mickey is my son and Ian is his boyfriend. They're gay.” Mickey’s
eyebrows go up so high into his forehead Ian thinks they disappear into his
hair. “Sheldon’s mom and I go to the same church. “
“Ma.” Mickey starts, feeling confused as all fuck. “we are meeting Sheldon
because…”
“Because Sheldon is a senior just like you guys.”
Ian is just as confused as Mickey but he chooses to keep eating while his
boyfriend asks all the questions. “Ma, we know like ten other seniors in this
block alone.”
“And he's gay.” Ani finishes.
“Oh.” Ian swallows then looks at Sheldon whose blush just seems to be
intensifying. Now that he thinks about it, Sheldon is too clean and neat to be
straight. And that carefully combed blond hair…
“Okay but ma,” Mickey continues, brows  furrowing even harder. He doesn’t know
what to say so he settles for;  “we have enough friends.”
Ani shakes her head in exasperation. “So does Sheldon. Look, he recently just
came out, and knows nothing about being gay. So I thought you two could maybe
talk to him.”
“WHAT? WHY?” Mickey exclaims and even Ian stops eating.
“Because he needs people who won't judge him to walk him through this.” She
turns to Sheldon. “Sheldon, my son is the one who takes it and he's really
proud of it, aren’t you baby?”
Ian chokes on his next breath intake and starts choking while Mickey slums his
head on the back of the couch. “Dammit ma.”
“Okay then.” Ani stands. “I'm just going to excuse you three so you can… talk.
I’ll be in my room if anyone needs me.”
 
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Ian clears his  throat when the silence starts feeling awkward. “Don’t you
dare.” Mickey warns.
“What? Look at him!” Ian whispers pointing at Sheldon. “Do you have a boyfriend
Sheldon?” Sheldon shakes his head ‘no’.
“Do you talk?” Mickey asks and Sheldon finally looks at them, nodding again.
“Then use your fucking words.”
“Mickey.” Its Ian's turns to warn. He turns back to the blond. “I'm sorry, he
was born this way.” Mickey flips him off and Ian grins. “Look, judging by your
uniform I'm guessing you’re a rich kid and go to some preppy private school
where gay people are accepted, right?”
Sheldon nods then looks at Mickey and remembers he's supposed to use his words.
“Yes.”
“So what the fuck do you need us for?” Mickey asks and Sheldon doesn’t flinch
at his language this time.
“Our mothers are close and they seemed to think we needed to meet?”
“You are virgin?” Ian asks and Sheldon smiles.
 “No.”
“So you don’ really need us?”
“No, I'm good. Your mom insisted…” he trails off and looks at Mickey. “You’re
really the bottom?”
“Yeah. That a problem?”
“No, no, not at all. It’s just surprising that’s all. Besides, how the hell did
she find out?”
“You don’ wanna know.” Ian reaches for another cookie. He feeds Mickey who
takes a reluctant bite. “Do you drink?”
“You betcha.”
Mickey glares at him. “No one says that anymore.”
“Sorry.” Sheldon quickly apologizes.
“Ignore him.” Ian gets up. “We’re going to a party. You should join, we’ll show
you how Southsiders party.”
“I'm in.”
“You pass out and we’ll leave you there for everyone to walk over your blond
ass.”
“Mickey.” Ian groans.
“My ass is not blond.”
Sheldon counters and Ian laughs so hard Mickey threatens to leave him behind.
 
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Mickey tries to get off the bed but Ian is holding him so tightly he can barely
move. The redhead has one possessive hand around Mickey's waist and the other
around his chest. As good as it feels though, Mickey needs to pee, like now. He
tries to pull away but his sleepy boyfriend just holds on even tighter.
“This hold is too tight to be human.” He mutters out loud. “Ian.” Nothing.
“Babe.” No response. He pushes his ass against Ian's crotch and of course that
Ian responds to. “Let me go, I need to pee.”
Ian nuzzles his neck and then licks it. “Mmm…stay.”
“Need to fucking pee man.”
“So pee.”
Mickey sighs deeply then pushes forward till he falls off the bed. That wakes
Ian right up. “Mickey! Are you okay!” he blinks his eyes seemingly awake.
Mickey just shakes his head and heads to the Gallagher bathroom.
Ian lies back down and reaches towards the night stand for a cigarette. Last
night had been Fiona’s birthday and they’d had so much fun. It has been a while
since they had a Gallagher party and it was one for the books. As predicted
Sheldon hadn’t been able to hold his liquor and Carl had dragged him under the
kitchen table where Ian is sure he still is. He takes a drug of his cigarette
and waits for his boyfriend to come back.
The shorter boy walks back in and lazily crawls back into bed and onto Ian's
stomach. “Better?” Ian asks.
Mickey nods and kisses his chest. “Shouldn’t have smoked Lip’s weed.”
“Well he did warn ya.”
“He said his was better than Iggy’s. Of course I didn’t believe him. What are
you doing?”
Ian hums and straddles Mickey from behind. He leaves peppering kisses on his
back and keeps going lower till his legs are hanging off the bed and his face
is by Mickey's ass. “I love you.”
“I love you too man, but get up here.”
“Shh… I'm not talking to you.” Ian caresses both ass cheeks then jiggles them.
“I'm talking to these.” He bites the left one and Mickey laughs. “Fuck, this
ass love. I could write sonnets.”
“Yeah?” Mickey settles comfortably on the pillow and shuts his eyes. “Lemme
hear some’n.”
“This ass I love so much.” Ian kisses the right one. “This round bubble of an
ass,” Mickey giggles. “This ass for me to touch.”
“U-huh.”
“And for my hands to squeeze…ch.”
Mickey laughs loudly and turns around to find Ian grinning. “You know poetry is
more than just rhyming, right?” Ian buries his head into Mickey's crotch and
takes a deep breath. “Creep.”
Ian watches as Mickey's dick gradually hardens and smirks. “Blow job?”
“As if you gotta ask that shit.”
 
                                                                       )( )( )(
 
 
Mickey and Ian have just parted with Mandy and Dillon and are walking home when
they come across a food truck. Ian hasn’t had a hot dog in a long time so he
walks towards it with Mickey following behind as he lights a cigarette.
“Can I get a hot dog please?”
“Two hot dogs, coming up.”
“One. None for him.”
“Yes sir.”
“You’re the only one who gets to eat?” Mickey glares at his boyfriend.
“Yes, Mr. Sensitive stomach. I'm the only that gets to eat. You keep smoking.”
“Fuck that man, I want…” Mickey reads off the menu next to the truck. “The fugu
kimbap whatever the fuck that is.”
“Baby, come on. Its better if you don’t, have you forgotten about  your
sensitive tummy?” Ian asks pointing at said tummy.
“Tummy this, alright?” Mickey flips him off then throws away his cigarette.
“Just because my stomach acted up over the holidays doesn’t mean I got a
sensitive fucking stomach.”
“Are you forgetting about when we were little?” Mickey ignores him and pays for
both their orders. “Dammit Mick, at least eat something familiar then, like the
hot dog.”
Mickey raises  his eyebrow at Ian as he takes a bite off his fugu kimbap.
“Fucking delish man, try it.”
Ian sneers at the foreign food then lifts his hotdog and takes a bite. “Thanks,
I'm good.” He watches Mickey take another bite and moan. “Don’t say I didn’t
warn ya.”
Mickey shrugs and they start walking again.
 
                                                                       )( )( )(
 
Just like when it happened a few months ago Ian stays by Mickey through the
diarrhea and the vomiting and the sweating and the nausea, the dry mouth, the
coughing and the aches. He doesn’t leave his side when he goes to the toilet.
Holds his hand to and from the hospital.
Mickey feels like he's dying and regrets  ignoring Ian. His stomach has always
been sensitive and after it happened when he was little his mother warned him
about it and told him to always watch what he consumes. What's most shocking or
not shocking at all is how Ian takes care of him even though Mickey brought
this on himself.
However, he grew up with the boy kneeling beside his bed and wiping his sweaty
forehead. Which means he has known him practically all his life and he can read
the redhead like a God damn book. Which means he knows Ian is dying to throw
the fact that Mickey didn’t listen, to his face. And as much as Mickey is
looking forward to getting better, he’s not looking forward to that part.
He blinks up at Ian who's dabbing at his face with a wet cloth. “I love you.”
He says and Ian smiles. “Will that be enough to make you refrain from saying ‘I
told you so’?”
Ian's grin grows even bigger. “Love you too.” He pecks Mickey on the lips but
doesn’t answer the question. He then gets in bed next to Mickey and covers them
carefully. “How are you feeling?”
“Better, thanks.”
Ian kisses his forehead. “Goodnight my love.”
 
                                                                       )( )( )(
 
“How are you feeling?” their mom asks two days later while serving them
breakfast. Mandy and Iggy join them just as Mickey lets out and inaudible;
‘fine.’
“You need to learn that you have a sensitive stomach Mikhailo.” Ani says
joining her children at the table.
“Yes ma.” Mickey admits.
“I told him so. Didn’t I tell you mick?” Ian looks at him. “I told him. We saw
the food truck and I said, I said, Mickey remember when we were little and you
ate that hotdog? I told him.” Ian shoves a huge piece of pancake in his mouth.
Mandy laughs as Mickey glares at him. Ian nods and even with his mouth full
manages another, “I told you.”
“Ladies and gentlemen my boyfriend.” Mickey says sarcastically and his siblings
keep laughing.
“Just be glad its Ian who told you so, I would never let you live it down.”
Iggy chimes in and it sucks so much that Mickey can’t flip him off.
“Leave your brother alone. He’s recovering.”
“He wouldn’t have had to recover if he had listened when Ian told him so.”
Mandy says and Ian fist bumps her out of their mom’s sight.
Just as Mickey is about to retort the door opens and the older Milkovich
brothers walk in. “Breakfast!” Jamie shouts as they head towards the kitchen.
“Hey ma.” All three of them greet and plant kisses on their mother’s face at
the same time making her laugh.
“Thanks for teaching Cassie that recipe ma,” Joey says. “She’s perfected it and
now it’s like I never left.”
“You’re welcome baby.” Ani stands and stands up to plant a kiss on Joey’s
cheek. She then goes further into the kitchen to get them cups and plates.
“Not that I don’t miss you as…guys, but why are you here?” Mickey asks.
“Ma asked us here.” Colin replies taking a piece of bacon from Ian's plate.
“Sup Ian.”
“Hey Colin.”
“We’re taking breakfast to the living room, let go.” Their mom announces when
she comes back and they all follow her lead.
.
Despite settling down, no one starts eating again, all of them curious as to
why their mom needs them all together.
“Are you sick?” Mandy asks and they all turn to look at her their faces
screaming worry.
“No. I'm perfectly healthy.”
The siblings all visibly exhale in relief. “Aaron is moving in.”
“NO.” Mickey states adamantly.
“You got my blessing ma.” Colin says.
“Me too.” Joey.
“Yeah. Thought we’d have killed him by now but he makes you happy.” Jamie says
and Ian laughs. “You have my blessing too ma.”
“I don’ care.” Iggy reaches for his plate.
“Why? Things have been going smoothly. Why does he have to live here?” Mickey
asks.
“C’mon Mick.” Mandy tells him. “They’ve been dating for years, its time.”
“He won't move in if it makes you uncomfortable.” His mother says earnestly
looking at him.
“Mick.” Ian tries and Mickey looks at his mother’s face instantly caving.
“Fine. Whatever. Can we go now?”
“That’s not why I called you all here.” They all keep looking at her. “I'm
pregnant.”
Time seems to freeze as they all internalize those two words. They look at each
other then at their mother. They seem to alternate between each other and her
flat stomach making their mom roll her eyes. Its Jamie who speaks up first
after several minutes. “Ma.”
“We found out last week and…” she sighs. “I'm sorry guys, it just happened.”
“No offense ma, but I didn’t even know you could get pregnant.” Mandy speaks up
and their mother throws a pillow at her.
“I am not that old. When I gave birth to him I was sixteen.” She points at
Jamie.
“Is that why he’s moving in? Because you’re pregnant?” Ian asks.
“Well, yeah.” She nods.
“Wow.” Colin and Joey say at the same time. “Congratulations?”
“I'm excited. This is great guys!” Ian starts excitedly. “I mean you’re all
grown. You two will be moving out soon when we go to college,” he points at
Mickey and Mandy. “And Iggy, you won't be around all the time. This is great
guys.”
“Yeah, what Ian said.” Jamie supports him.
She smiles at them and Iggy throws his hands up. “Guess we’re getting  a new
sibling.”
They all turn to Mickey expectantly. “There's nothing that can be done now.
Ma’s pregnant as surreal as that sounds, Aaron’s moving in, what's done is
done.”
“That’s not acceptance bro.” Colin chastises.
“Ma,” Mickey looks at her. “I have no idea how this happened, but… you have my
blessing too.”
“There you go babe.” Ian kisses him on the cheek.
They’re just about done eating and chatting animatedly about the news when
there's a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it.” Mickey gets up and goes to open the door. “Look, its Aaron the
man who thought it was a good idea to impregnate a woman with six kids.”
“Hi Mickey. You said my name.” Aaron greets happily, choosing to only reply to
that part of Mickey's greeting.
Mickey rolls his eyes. He can’t believe he has to see this man every day now.
This year can’t be over soon enough. He walks back to his family and sits on
the arm of the chair.
Usually Ian is the first one to receive Aaron with open arms. Today though,
today he's distracted by the guy behind him. Ian narrows his eyes at him and it
soon turns into a glare when the guy doesn’t take his eyes off Mickey's ass
until he's seated. The redhead scoots closer to Mickey and pulls him down on
the cushion next to him. The stranger’s eyes widen at the action but then a
smirk forms on his face.
“Who the fuck are you?” Mandy gets up and glares at the new addition, having
witnessed him blatantly check out Mickey. His brother and best friend just got
back to normal, fighting is the last thing they need to me doing right now.
“Amanda.” She  hears their mom warn behind her.
“I apologize.” Aaron says. “This is my nephew,”
“Austin.” The guy interrupts with another smirk. He says his name looking right
at Mickey. “My uncle is moving in and starting a family with the woman he
loves, so I thought it was only fit I come meet her kids that she can’t stop
talking about.”
Ani stands and goes to greet them. “Thank you Austin. Excuse my only daughter,
she's usually more polite than this.”
Ian hates how confident Austin looks standing there, with his short black hair
and hands in his pockets. Hates that he’s a person they’re clearly going to
have to keep seeing now. He finds himself suddenly speaking. “I mean, we’re
happy you’re pregnant and all but, is moving in together really the best idea?”
Ian asks and everyone turns to look at him.
“What's with the different tune Gallagher?” Iggy –the only one who seems not to
have noticed Austin’s interest in Mickey- asks.
Jamie gets up and straightens his clothes. He kisses his mother on the
forehead. “Have to go to work ma.” He bends, easily towering over her and gives
her a tight hug. “Joey, Colin.” He then steps towards Austin and whispers; “You
go near my brother, and I will kill you.”
“Dammit James.” Ani sighs in frustration while Mickey frowns at his brother’s
threat.
“What the hell did Jamie mean by that?” Mandy rolls her eyes at him while Ian
glares. “What?”
 
Chapter End Notes
     enjoy this NSFW yaoi; https://www.pornhub.com/
     view_video.php?viewkey=ph58cf856a26e0d
     oh, and today's riddle; My brother and I purchased a bull from the
     market last year. It recently gave birth to two calves. How do we
     share the calves among ourselves?
***** Chapter 56 *****
Chapter Notes
     last time's riddle; My brother and I purchased a bull from the market
     last year. It recently gave birth to two calves. How do we share the
     calves among ourselves?
     answer; bulls are male so no calves for us.
     also, this is my story so football season begins when i say it does.
     Thank you.
Ian is fucking up.
It’s their first game and he's fucking up. He's tripped three times so far,
hasn’t scored even once, and has missed the ball twice. He can see coach losing
his patience and he needs to get his head in the game or he will be in for a
reprimand he's not in the mood for. Ian could blame it on it being the
beginning of the season, could blame in on jitters or even his already healed
leg. But truth is he can't get his mind out of that fuckward Austin.
His relationship is in a good place. They’re at such a good place right now. It
took a while for their sex life to get back on track the last time someone hit
on Mickey. Granted that’s a completely different situation but still. Ian
doesn’t want them to go back there. He loathes Austin even though he only met
him for a minute or less. After Jamie’s threat, Austin had left immediately but
Ian still hasn’t been able to calm down since at the end of the day he's
Aaron’s nephew meaning they’ll see him again.
Ian startles when the whistle blows and coach yells; “GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME
GALLAGHER!”
“Sorry coach!” Ian replies apologetically. He spits on the ground and takes off
his helmet so he can wipe off the sweat off his face. He walks towards the
bench and coach grabs his shoulder.
“What's going on out there?”
“I'm sorry coach.”
“I don’t want apologies Gallagher, try not tank the first match for your team
mates.”
“Yes coach!”
Coach nods towards the referee and the whistle goes off so Ian runs back in.
“You okay man?” Cayden whispers. Ian nods then walks past him so can get into
position.
Ian takes a deep breath and looks at the bleachers to see Mickey standing in
the front row his hands clasped together nervously, as he watches Ian keenly.
“You okay?” he mouths.
Ian grins, some of the tension in his chest dissipating. He nods once before
putting his helmet back on. “Let’s do this guys!” he claps once and his team
gets into position too.
This time after seeing that worried look on Mickey and reminding himself that
that boy is his, Ian gives the game his all, scoring two touchdowns in a span
of minutes. He catches the ball when Dean throws it at him, Evans makes it
downfield in time to catch his throw and they score another touchdown right at
the buzzer, sending their fans into a screaming frenzy.
Coach’s locker room speech during halftime is none sensical and oddly
inspiring, as usual. Just as the cheerleaders are walking out of the field
–with Mandy giving him a high five when they pass each other- they head back
out to the thundering applause and cheers.
Ian scores the winning touchdown and his team mates rush to pile on top of him
when the fourth quarter play clock ticks down to zero.
It ends up being a good game and he doesn’t think about Austin once until much
later.
 
    *                  `•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•
 
“I'm so proud of you.” A pantless Mickey mummers while kissing on Ian's soap-
smelling neck. He would have preferred his boyfriend to still be sweaty but Ian
showered after the game. He makes a mental note to stop him next time. Mickey
straddles the redhead and Ian instinctively reclines the car seat.
“We’re doing this here? In the car? In the school parking lot?”
Mickey smirks and kisses him, hard. “You did so good babe, you deserve a
reward.”
“You think so?” Ian smiles and lifts his hips so Mickey can slide down his
jeans.
The brunette nods severally then holds onto the roof of the car with his right
hand and Ian's hard dick with his left, guiding it towards his ass. “Damn right
I do. You were amazing.”
Ian slams his head back and shuts his eyes and Mickey's wet hole engulfs his
hardness. “Oh, I see. I'm in the locker room and you’re in the car starting
without me.”
Mickey smiles and rolls his hips. “Technically I didn’t start without you.”
Ian hisses making a turned on Mickey bite his lower lip proudly. “How do you
figure that?”
“Was thinking about you the whole time.” Mickey explains. “My sweaty naked
boyfriend in the showers as clear water cascades down his firm back and fit
body.” He moans. “Oh God.”
“Fuck, mick.” Ian thrusts up suddenly and Mickey cries out too loudly. The
redhead shooshes him and looks out the window but there’s no one around. Most
people have already left the school grounds and there are only three other cars
parked a few feet from them. He looks back up at his boyfriend as Mickey
continues to ride him into the car seat. “Shit. Why have we never done this
before?”
“I don’t know, but I'm almost there, please tell me you’re close.” Mickey
pleads his eyes closed and his brows furrowed together in pleasure.
Ian wraps his hands tightly around Mickey's waist and thrusts up again. He does
it over and over hitting his boyfriend’s prostate and Mickey falls forward on
his chest, hand on his own dick and he comes between them, coating Ian's t-
shirt with his sperm.
“Fuck.” He lets out a shuddering whisper. “Fuck.” Mickey repeats then frowns.
“You didn’t come.”
“I know.” Ian taps his ass with a smile prompting him to stand up.
“No. I need you to-“
“And you will babe, when we get home.” Ian looks around the parking lot again
where a few of the guys are chatting animatedly, walking towards their cars.
“C’mon.”
Mickey gets up reluctantly and starts to put his trouser back on. He's about to
speak, to point out that this is the second day this has happened, when he sees
the guys walking towards them. “Okay.” He replies in understanding. "I'll take
care of you when we get home." 
Ian grabs his neck and pulls him in for a kiss. "I love you." 
Mickey hums before starting the car. Ian pulls his phone out and they drive for
a while in silence. 
 "So how are you really feeling about your mom being pregnant?" 
Mickey shrugs. "I'm still in shock a little bit." He scratches his forehead
with his thumb. "Thought she was done, you know." Mickey can see Ian's grin
from his periphery. "What?" 
"You're just mad you won't be the baby of the house anymore." 
"The fuck are you on about?" Mickey glares at his boyfriend. "Mandy is the last
born." 
"Yeah but you're the one your mom treats like that." Ian laughs. "Mama's boy." 
"Don' fucking call me that." 
"Mama's boy."
"I am not a fucking mama's boy." Mickey snaps. 
"Calm down love. This," he gestures between them. "is the one and only time the
boyfriend being a mama's boy won't be a problem." Ian explains. "Because she
practically raised me too." 
Mickey huffs. "I'm not a mama's boy." He grumbles as he parks the car outside
the Milkovich house. 
Ian reaches in the back seat for his sweater so he can cover his cum drenched
T-shirt. He then follows Mickey out the car and up the front steps. 
"Mama's boy." He whispers as they're walking in. 
"I am not-" Mickey groans in irritation but doesn't finish defending himself.
Especially not when his mother stands up after they walk in, hands wide, a big
smile on her face. 
"My baaaby." 
Ian snorts behind him right before he starts laughing hysterically. 
Mickey takes a deep breath, contemplates turning down his mother's hug, but
decides fuck it, the days he used to be embarrassed in front of Ian are dead,
gone and forgotten. His mother hugs him tightly and rubs his back. 
"Sit. We should talk." 
A laughing -and proud to be right- Ian excuses them and leaves the room. 
Mickey looks at his mother. "Sup?" 
She pinches him. "I'm not your age mate, don't call me sup." She points at
Ian's direction. "What's so funny?" 
Mickey ignores her question, feeling his cheeks warm. The blush makes his
mother smile. 
"Okay, I won't ask. So how are you feeling about all this?" She caresses her
still flat stomach. 
Mickey sniffs and rubs his nose. "M fine." 
"Are you sure?" She asks, her voice full of concern. 
"I'm sure ma. If you're happy, I'm happy." He replies genuinely. 
"Okay." She sighs. Mickey is about to get up when she suddenly pulls him into
her arms, her hug almost painful this time. "Even though I'm having another
child, you'll always be my baby boy." 
"Ma." Mickey whines but his mother just laughs.
Her hold loosens and Mickey pulls away. "Love you ma." He kisses her lightly on
the lips then stands up, shaking his head at the wide grin she's spotting. 
There's a knock on the door but Mickey heads to his room, to Ian, leaving his
mom to answer it. He's almost by the door when he hears his mother ask; 
"What are you doing here?" 
Mickey would ignore it except there's a bite to her tone that instantly has him
turning back around. 
"I am here for my son." 
Mickey freezes. That's Monica. Shit. He doesn't even remember the last time he
saw her. 
"Not in this state you're not." His mother snaps. 
Mickey doesn't show himself but stays hidden, listening to the exchange. 
"He's my son!" Monica shouts. "You have several of your own, I don't see why he
always has to be here, with you." 
There's a commotion and then his mom's voice turns pitiful. "Look at you
Monica. Ian is not going anywhere with you." 
"A boy needs his mother, he needs his family. You're preventing him-" 
"If you would bother to be around, you would find out that Ian spends as much
time here, as he does at your house. But you wouldn't know that, would you? You
would rather neglect your children and do drugs instead of getting help. You
are sick Monica." 
"I am not bipolar." 
"And Ian is staying here, where I will keep looking after him, like I always
have." 
Mickey flinches when the door slums closed. "Dammit Ani! That's my son in
there!" 
He hears his mother take deep uneven loud breaths and he steps out into the
hallway. His mother turns around but Mickey can see her wipe her tears away. 
"You okay ma?" 
She turns back to face him with a wet smile. "Of course Mikhailo. Go to your
room, check on Ian. I'll let you know when dinner's ready." 
Mickey doesn't argue but instead goes back to his room and opens it cautiously.
He exhales in relief when he sees Ian on the phone laughing. The redhead pauses
to look at Mickey. 
"Hey babe, can you please tell Iggy to keep it down?" Ian then goes back to the
phone call. "I want a fucking video Mandy!" He laughs then hangs up. He looks
at Mickey and his smile dies slowly. "You alright love?" 
Mickey blinks a few times. "I'm glad we met." 
Ian makes a confused expression. "What?" 
Mickey walks towards the bed. "What?" 
"You just said that you're glad we met." Ian elaborates and Mickey berates
himself for saying it out loud. "I mean, I'm glad too but it's such a random
thing to say." 
Mickey joins him in bed and kisses him, making Ian chuckle happily. 
"I'm glad we met too." Ian says, smiling widely. 
Mickey takes off his shirt. "Now how about I finish what I started?" 
"I like that idea." 
Mickey nods then takes off Ian's trouser. He pulls out his dick and starts
massaging it. Ian pulls him into another kiss as he starts filling up. He moans
when the brunette thumbs the wet tip. 
Mickey takes that as his cue to take him into his mouth. Ian leans back on his
hands and grins up at the ceiling. 
 
 
    *                  `•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•
 
"The fuck?!" 
Ian sighs in frustration and pulls his trouser back up as Mickey steps away,
his expression one of hurt. "I'm sorry Mick." 
"Don' be sorry, tell me what the fuck is going on. That's the second time
today." 
The moment Mickey realised he'd been blowing Ian long enough for him to have
come, a lot of negative thoughts coursed through his mind. 
Has their sex life become boring?           
Is Mickey getting bad at sex?                 
Now that Ian fucked someone else, is Mickey not enough anymore?               
 
What is he doing wrong?                           
Has Ian stopped seeing him as attractive?                      
It doesn't even usually take Ian ten minutes whenever Mickey goes down on him.
But they fucked four times now and Mickey still couldn't make him orgasm. It
stings and stings so fucking hard. 
"Ian." 
"I don't know!" Ian buries his face in his hands, tears of frustration stinging
his eyes. "I don't know." He repeats much more calmly. 
Mickey senses the hurt in Ian's shaky voice and he starts to think more
rationally. He walks back towards Ian and sits on the bed beside him, then
takes his left hand, entwining their fingers. 
"Think." He prompts. "You must know why, think." 
Ian sniffs and shakes his head. "I... There's nothing wrong. I am trying but I
can't." 
"But why? You didn't yesterday either and I didn't think about it. But today,
after sex where I was the one on top and today when I gave that blow job my
all..." He trails off. 
"Maybe we should see a doctor?" Ian suggests and Mickey can't help but smile.
"You start having this problem at eighteen what are we gonna do at forty?" Ian
smiles softly. "Besides, you're getting it up, it's finishing that's a
problem." Mickey groans when it hits him. "Dammit Ian." 
"What?" 
"Today during the game, what were you thinking about?" 
Ian looks at him guiltily. "Austin." 
"Fucking new it." Mickey curses and let's go of Ian's hand. A look of fear
passes through his boyfriend's face and he quickly pecks his lips. "I'm just
getting comfortable." He settles on the bed and leans against the headboard.
Ian doesn't wait to be told and he joins him, lying on his lap. "I don't want
him." 
"I know." 
"I didn't think he wanted me either but you got jealous and Jamie threatened
him, so I must not have seen it. But look," he swallows. "If he tries anything,
I will punch him and kick him out, myself." 
"Okay." Ian replies softly.
"So please stop thinking about another boy. Because I get easily jealous too." 
"Oh, I know." Ian says his tone playful this time. 
"Oh, fuck off." Ian cackles. "You have nothing to be worried about." Mickey
assures. 
Ian lifts his head off Mickey's lap and kisses his naked stomach. "Thank you." 
 
    *                  `•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•
 
Two days later Aaron moves in. Ian stays away from the Milkovich house because
even though he knows nothing Austin can say will make Mickey want him, he is
still afraid of decking Aaron's nephew. 
He is helping Carl with his homework when Mandy walks into the Gallagher
house. 
"When did she come back?" Ian asks his little brother. 
"A few days ago. But Fiona and Lip think two days is long enough and that she's
about to leave again." 
Ian nods in agreement. He had come home to find their mom passed out on his
bed, in his room. He had stood by the door and stared at her sleeping form for
a bit, feeling bad that nothing anyone can say or do with ever make her take
her meds. 
"How do you feel about that?" Carl shrugs. "Well, at least she's not
pregnant." 
"Thank God." Fiona takes a seat, legs on the table as she sips on a beer. "Beer
in the fridge." She tells Mandy who heads towards the kitchen. "Speaking of
pregnancies, heard Mickey's mom is preggos." 
"You heard right." Mandy replies seating on the reclyner. "Still can't believe
it but it's happening." She turns towards Ian. "Fucking Austin is over there
helping Aaron move in. Can't stand the asshole so I came here." 
"Who's Austin?" Fiona asks. 
"This douche, Aaron's nephew who's got his eyes on Mickey." Mandy updates her.
Fiona looks at Ian. "Need me to kick his ass?" 
Ian smirks at her then goes back to looking at how far Carl's gotten with his
math problem. "Nah, he hasn't tried anything." 
"Yet." Mandy says. 
Ian glares at her. "He tries anything and I'll make him fucking bleed." 
"I'll drink to that." Mandy raises her bottle and Fiona does the same. 
 
    *                  `•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•`•
 
Dillon drops by with his car so he can take them to his dad's club. They drive
to the Milkovich house to get Mickey. As they park the car the first person
they see is fucking Austin smoking by the gate. Ian's blood boils just by
looking at him. 
"You guys go get Mickey because I can't deal with this guy. If I do I'll kill
him." 
Dillon frowns and peers through the window. "Who the fuck is he?" 
"Aaron's nephew. I told you about him babe." Mandy says from the front seat. 
"Oh hell no." 
Within the blink of an eye Dillon is out of the car and walking towards the
smoking boy. Before Ian even realises what's happening Dillon is confronting
Austin. 
"Shit." Ian curses when Dillon knocks Austin's cigarette away. 
The two guys start to argue. Ian and Mandy can't hear what the two boys are
saying from the car but Austin pushes Dillon and the latter doesn't hesitate to
punch him. The punch is hard enough that he goes down. 
Mandy looks at Ian. "Should we, you know, intervene?" 
Ian looks at the scene, his head tilted watching as Dillon steps on Austin's
neck. "We should give it a few more minutes." 
"Good idea." 
***** Chapter 57 *****
Chapter Notes
     Oh man u guys. I know, I know, Noel confirmed he won't be in season
     8.
     --> https://www.elitedaily.com/p/will-mickey-be-back-on-shameless-
     noel-fisher-lets-us-know-the-truth-exclusive-3241840
     Buuuuuut, on the plus side, Shameless has been renewed for season 9
     so that means we will probably see Mickey again despite this sad
     news!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ian and Mandy continued to watch Austin get stepped on until Aaron and their
mom walked out probably from all the commotion. 
"Shit." Ian cursed before rushing out of the car, Mandy right behind him. 
"What the hell is going on here?" Aaron exclaims. "Who are you?" He asks Dillon
just as Austin gets up and dusts himself off. 
"Uncle it's fine." Austin says surprising the three culprits. 
"No it's not fine, his foot was on your neck!" 
Austin rubs said neck and lifts his hand to placate his uncle. "It's cool uncle
Aaron. We were just messing around." 
Aaron looks between the four teenagers skeptically. "Is that true Ian?" He
asks. 
Ian nods. "Yeah. Austin dared Dillon he was stronger than him so Dillon was
just proving him wrong. That's all." He lies, trying not to look at mama
Milkovich. 
A smile gradually forms on Aaron's face. "So you're friends?" 
"Sure." Mandy replies just as a smartly dressed Mickey walks out. 
Mama Milkovich crosses her hands. "Is that so?" She asks doubtfully. "So I
guess that means you're taking Aaron to wherever it is you're going?" She
raises two sharp eyebrows. 
"Yeah." All the teenagers except Mickey -who's frowning in confusion- reply. 
"Good." Ani says before pulling Aaron back inside the house. 
"Somebody better start fucking talking." Mickey starts but Ian puts a finger to
his lips, promptly silencing the brunette. 
They all walk towards Dillon's car silently. Ian signals for Mickey to get in
the car first, then he follows so he can sit in the middle with Austin on the
other side. Dillon slowly pulls away from the Milkovich house. It's an awkward
ride as they get as far as they can from the house. 
Mickey can feel how tense Ian is next to him, and how awkward the air is. He
also can't figure out when Ian came from hating Austin to letting the guy club
with them. He gets his answer when Ian suddenly shouts;
"Stop the car." Dillon does. "Get out." He commands without looking at Austin. 
Austin scoffs and Ian gets so angry Mickey can feel his boyfriend shaking.
Austin starts to open the door but he must not be doing it fast enough because
the redhead reaches past Austin and pushes the door open angrily. He also
pushes the offending boy out the car so he almost falls to the ground but
manages to catch himself the last minute. 
"Drive." 
Dillon steps on the gas and if it was dusty they would have left Austin covered
in it. Meanwhile even with Austin gone Ian is still stewing in his anger to the
point where he's vibrating. 
"What happened?" Mickey finally asks, wanting to know what exactly it is he
missed. 
"He just makes me so angry!" Ian groans loudly. 
"Hey, hey, hey. It's cool. It's cool." Mickey scoots even closer towards his
boyfriend and caresses his lower back. He goes ahead and kisses behind Ian's
ear and the redhead visibly slowly relaxes. 
"He makes me so mad Mick." 
"I know, I know." Mickey soothes pulling Ian even closer so the redhead is
almost on his lap. "I know." He repeats pecking Ian on the lips. "We're almost
there. We will have fun, and you will forget all about that fucking asshole.
Alright?" 
Ian nods and allows himself to be held. He feels his anger slowly ebb away as
Mickey continues to hold him. He adjusts so he's lying on his boyfriend's chest
and staring out the window. Mickey happily keeps an arm around him as he stares
out the same window and continues to carress him slowly. Ian let's a small
smile escape because it doesn't matter who wants his boyfriend, Mickey is his
and will remain his. 
Mandy switches on the radio and they drive the rest of the way listening to
music and Mandy and Dillon's conversation. 
 
                                     >>><<<
 
They get to Dillon's club and head straight to the reserved VIP area. It's been
a while since Mickey and Ian came here, but Mandy and Dillon always party here.
Their orders have already been placed on the table and Ian doesn't hesitate to
pop open a bottle of Hennessey as soon as he sits down. He pours himself a
glass and scoops a couple of ice cubes from the ice bucket. 
As the rest settle down too, Mickey watches Ian down his entire drink before
pouring himself another. He glances towards to Mandy who mouths "Austin" before
bending to hear what Dillon is whispering in her ear. Mickey sighs and drops
next to his boyfriend. 
"Hey, you okay?" 
"Feel better now." Ian says when he finishes the second glass just as fast. 
Mickey thumbs his bottom lip and looks at his boyfriend. He wants to tell him
to slow down, but he thinks if he does Ian will just snap at him. So instead he
turns towards the alcohol and reaches for the vodka and the saucer with the
chopped up lemons. This is going to be a long night. Obviously he can't get
drunk because judging by the way Ian is drinking the redhead will be drunk in
not time. 
He gets up and walks on the other side of the table towards Dillon. He sits on
the arm chair and Dillon tilts his head so he can listen to Mickey yell over
the music. 
"What happened!" 
"He's jealous!" Dillon replies. "And very angry. Maybe you should do
something!" 
Mickey frowns. "Do something?" 
"Yeah, like maybe talk to the guy yourself. You're the one he wants so he might
listen to you!" Dillon shouts. 
Mickey licks his lips and looks at Ian who lights a cigarette, inhales before
watching the people on the dance floor. He crosses his legs, placing one on top
of the other and leans back onto he leather chair. The redhead exhales the
smoke and continues to look around. Even angry Mickey can't help but see the
sexiness coming off of Ian. 
"Okay, i will!" 
He replies and Dillon nods in agreement. Mickey walks back towards Ian who
stretches out his hand so Mickey can sit next to him. Ian kisses his shoulder
then takes another drag of his cigarette. 
"We should come here often." He says. "Had forgotten how nice it is." Ian
kisses Mickey on the lips then reaches for his drink. The brunette smiles when
Ian only takes a sip this time. "Wanna dance?" 
"Not yet!" Mickey replies. "We just got here." 
Ian nods. "I'm gonna dance!" 
Mickey nods too and takes the cigarette from him. The alcohol must be kicking
in. "You better dance by yourself." 
Ian gives him the most genuine smile Mickey has seen all evening before
grabbing him and kissing him deeply, running his hands in Mickey's hair and
biting on his lower lip. "Be right back." 
Mickey nods and excuses his boyfriend before pulling on the cigarette that's
almost finished. 
 
                                      >>><<<
 
"I hate him!" Ian slurs in Mickey's ear. 
"I know baby." 
"You are mine!" Ian continues. 
"I am." Mickey acknowledges. 
"This is mine!" Ian grabs Mickey's dick and the shorter boy laughs while taking
his boyfriend's hand off his crotch. 
"It is." He affirms. 
Ian turns Mickey's head forcefully and gives him a wet and sloppy kiss that
Mickey tries to return as best as he can. The redhead then drops his head on
Mickey's shoulder and mumbles something inaudible. 
"He drunk already!" Mandy asks over the music. 
Mickey nods caressing the red hair. "Just gonna take him home. Do you have
Dillon's keys?"
Mandy nods and reaches into her handbag. "You sure you can drive?" 
"Only had one glass." Mickey stands up and puts a hand around Ian's waist. "Had
a feeling this would happen." He helps Ian up and Mandy stands up too. "I got
him, it's fine." 
Mandy sits back down. "Okay, will tell Dillon you took the car." Mickey nods.
"Hey Mick!" Mickey stops where he's taken the first step down the VIP lounge.
He looks at Mandy who yells, "You gotta deal with this," she says. "Its really
fucking with him."
Ian not being able to climax, Ian messing up during the game and now tonight,
Mickey already knows Austin is fucking with Ian's mind. 
"I will." He tells his sister then guides a still mumbling Ian towards the
exist. 
"I thought I saw him on the dancefloor!" Cayden appears in front of them and
Mickey has no time for the guy, not today. "Need help?" He asks pointing at
Ian. 
"No I got him!" Mickey snaps then starts walking again but Cayden stops him
again. 
"Look, he's almost passed out and I'm sure he must weigh-" 
"I fucking said I got him!" Mickey shouts. "When I need help on how to handle
my boyfriend, I'll look for you!" 
Cayden immediately steps aside picking up on Mickey's irritation. Just because
he's trying to be Ian's best friend it doesn't mean Mickey is going to be
giving him any chances any time soon. Or ever. 
Mickey makes it out of the club with his boyfriend just fine without needing
any help. He walks towards the parking lot easily finding his friend's car. He
unlocks it and sits Ian down, then belts him up. Ian blinks at him with barely
open eyes. 
"Where are you g...going?" He asks holding onto Mickey's hand. 
"Just on the other side babe, right next to you." He nods towards the empty
driver's seat. 
Ian looks at it for longer than necessary then nods. He pulls Mickey in for a
chaste kiss then lets him go. Mickey shuts the door and walks towards his side.
He gets in the car to find Ian watching him intently. When he's seated the
redhead gives him a goofy toothy smile and Mickey's chest wells. 
"I love you." He says pulling Ian in for another small kiss. 
"I wave you too." Ian slurs back making Mickey laugh. 
Mickey checks for traffic as he switches on the ignition. He then checks on Ian
before driving off. They're quiet for a few minutes before drunk Ian speaks
up. 
"I want him gone, but." He swallows, having a problem stringing the whole
sentence together. "He's Aaron's niece. Nephew." 
Mickey glances at Ian feeling guilt consume his heart. He honestly didn't think
Austin would affect Ian this bad. His boyfriend is hurting and Mickey can't
help but feel like it's all his fault. 
"I'll take care of it Ian, I promise." 
Ian blinks at him with difficulty. "D..don't." I don' want him near you." 
Mickey sighs and reaches across to take Ian's hand. He kisses it gently, eyes
on the road. 
"I will do anything." Ian says and Mickey's heart shutters when a tear falls
down Ian's cheek. "I will do whatever you want, I'll stop being f...friends
with Cayden. Just p...please don't leave me." 
Mickey shuts his eyes tightly and takes a deep breath. He drives a few more
feet then parks the car. He takes off his belt so he can reach Ian easily. The
redhead is still crying and each tear breaks Mickey's heart and he can feel his
own eyes welling too. 
"Ian, baby look at me." Ian doesn't open his eyes. "Look, at me." Mickey
squeezes Ian's cheeks and his boyfriend finally opens his dazed, teary eyes. "I
would never leave you for him or for anybody else for that matter. I love you
Ian, you're my everything!" 
Ian blinks at Mickey and sniffs. "Yeah?" 
"Yes!" Mickey says firmly, not believing they're even having this discussion.
Shit, he hasn't even exchanged one word with Austin. Where is Ian getting the
idea that Mickey is leaving him, for that guy no less!
"I love you so munch." Ian says.
Mickey wipes the tears from both his cheeks. "I know, and I love you too. I'm
not going anywhere." He assures. "My love." He adds and Ian grins widely at
Mickey calling him that. "So stop. Alright?" 
Ian nods. "Mkay." 
"Stop worrying about fucking Austin. You're the only one I see." 
Ian takes Mickey by surprise and crashes their lips together. He ends up
knocking their teeth together and they both wince. "Ow!" Ian cries out and
holds his upper lip. 
Mickey pulls the hand away and plants a soft kiss on the soft lips. "There.
Made it all better." 
Ian just grins again as he slowly closes his eyes and just like that, passes
out. Mickey clicks his tongue and shakes his head with an endearing smile. He
caresses his boyfriend's cheek one last time before starting the car. Last
thing he wants is a drunk driver rimming them. 
When he parks the car outside the Gallagher house Lip is on the porche smoking.
He covers his eyes to shield his eyes from the tail lights. Mickey switches off
the car and gets out so he can go round the car and get his sleeping
boyfriend. 
"You need help?" Lip is suddenly by his side and throwing one of Ian's arms
around his neck before Mickey can even say that yes, he's indeed fine. He
doesn't know why he feels the need to take care of Ian by himself but he does. 
Lip helps him carry Ian to the house, up the stairs and into his room. He
leaves the undressing part to him though and Mickey thanks him before closing
the room behind Lip. He looks at Ian who's lying on top of the covers and
shakes him awake. 
"Ian." His boyfriend moans. "Ian, babe." Ian moans again but opens one eye.
"Wha?" 
"You wanna pee?" 
"Sssss." 
Mickey frowns but decides to take that as a yes. He pulls Ian up again and they
head to the bathroom. He stands behind his boyfriend and unzips his trouser so
he can pull his dick out while the redhead leans heavily against him.  
"Ian!" 
Ian startles and he starts peeing. Mickey shakes his head thinking; the things
we do for love.
 
                                      >>><<<
 
Ian groans when he wakes up, feeling like someone took a hammer to his head. He
groans again and cries out; "Miiiiickey! Heeeelp!"
His boyfriend walks in chuckling. "Finally. Thought me and Lip were gonna have
to start planning a funeral."  He bites into what Ian assumes is an apple and
chews loudly. 
Ian holds his hand out. "Babe, if you love me, you'll eat that later." 
Mickey frowns at the apple and thinks about taking another bite but dammit he
loves this boy too much. He reluctantly places it on the nightstand. "You want
water?" 
"No."
"Water and Advil?" 
Ian with his head buried in the pillow stretches his hand out for the medicine.
He feels like he could take ten right now. He swallows two dry and hides his
face from the light again making Mickey laugh. 
"Wanna fuck?" Mickey asks.
Ian turns his head and cracks one eye open. "Unless you can cure my hangover
with your penis, I'm not interested." 
Mickey chuckles and sits on the bed next to his man. He runs a hand through the
red hair and Ian moans. "Hey umm," Mickey clears his throat and Ian turns
around so he's on his back, all attention on Mickey.
"What?"
Mickey continues running his hands through the soft hair that's growing longer
every day. "You know I'd never leave you for Austin, right?' 
Ian scoffs. "Yeah I do babe. You barely know the guy." 
Mickey nods with a smile and bends to give Ian a dry kiss. I saved you lunch.
When you're feeling better come down, yeah?" 
"Yes my love." Ian replies with a smile of his own. 
Mickey gets up and reaches for his apple. He bites on it hard and chews loudly
with exagerration, laughing when Ian groans again. 
"I hate you!" 
"Stop contradicting yourself!" 
Mickey yells on the way out of Ian's bedroom.
 
                                      >>><<<
 
A few days later Mickey and Mandy are watching TV when Ian comes barelling into
the Milkovich house. 
"Guess who's officially the new quarterback!" He yells and the siblings turn to
look at him. 
"Judging by your excitement, you?" Mickey asks and Mandy scoffs. 
"Course you are." Mandy adds and Ian pouts at the two youngest Milkoviches.
"Are you honestly that surprised?" 
"Well, yeah." Ian says.
Mickey punches Mandy on the arm. "Stop giving him shit." He turns to Ian. "It's
great news. I'm proud of you babe." 
"Thank you!" 
Ian drops on the couch next to Mickey who pulls him into his arms. "As if you
weren't already top of the food chain." 
Ian scoffs. "As if you aren't." 
Mickey shakes his head and kisses the top of Ian's head. "Congrats baby." 
Ian smiles, pleased. "What are we watching?" 
.
The three of them are watching the comedy movie laughing occasionally when
their mom, Aaron and unwanted Austin walk in. His presence immediately puts a
damper on the atmosphere. Especially when Ian gets up and leaves to go to the
bedroom.  
Mickey remembers what happened in the car as they were leaving the club and he
knows this can't wait. He stands up and finds his mom looking at the direction
of his room weirdly. 
"He's fine." Mickey says but it's clear his mom doesn't believe him.
"Hey Mickey!" Austin greets with a huge smile and flushed cheeks. Mickey may
not have seen it before but that blush confirms it. 
Mickey turns to look at Aaron. "Ma I'm sorry but I have to say this." Mandy
mutes the movie. 
"Mikhailo." His mom calls in warning but he ignores her, his eyes not once
leaving Aaron's.
"We have made it clear, several times that we're not afraid to be violent." He
starts. "So unless you want your nephew to get really hurt, you better tell him
to check himself." Mickey finishes pointing at Austin who visibly pales. 
Aaron looks between them. "I didn't know anything was wrong!" He cries out. 
"Well, now you do." Mickey says before walking away. 
"What did he do?" Aaron asks. 
"Ask him!" Mickey yells over his shoulder before joining Ian in his room. 
He finds the redhead under the covers. Mickey toes off his shoes and gets in
too. He finds Ian smiling gently. 
"You hear that?" He asks and Ian nods. 
"I did." Ian nods some more, while beaming. "Thank you." 
He straddles Mickey and attacks him with tiny kisses all over his face. Mickey
laughs and wraps his arms around Ian's neck. 
"Think if I ride you now you'll make me happy by coming inside me?" Mickey
asks. 
Ian grins. "YES." 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Shorter chapters = quicker updates. Thas'what I'mma do!
***** Chapter 58 *****
            Mickey loves third grade. They get a lot of recess unlike the older
kids. He really isn't looking forward to getting to the higher classes. He
zones out as Mrs. P keeps talking, just waiting for that bell to ring. Glancing
at his best friend, he smiles when Ian's pencil breaks as he's copying down
notes from the blackboard. He frowns then pouts, glancing between then
blackboard and his book.
Mickey shakes his head then gives Ian his own pencil. It's not like he's using
it. He's rewarded with a big toothy smile. It makes him feel all tingly to be
able to make his bestfriend that happy. Ian goes back to taking down notes
while Mickey looks out the window, waiting for recess.
As soon as the bell rings he's grabbing Ian's arm and rushing them outside.
"Recess!" He yells, running around, arms wide as he laughs happily.
Ian shakes his head in amusement. "I am beginning to think this is the only
reason you come to school." Mickey drops to the ground, lying on the grass star
fished. Ian sits next to him. "You need to take school more seriously."
"Why?" Mickey asks with his eyes closed.
"So we can go to high school together, college together, work in the same
place, and live in the same house. If you don't take education seriously, I'm
gonna have to pay for everything by myself." Ian reasons and Mickey sits up.
"Of course I don't mind. But if you have no job, how will you buy me birthday
presents?"
Mickey smirks. "I'll steal them for you."
Ian sighs and lies on the grass next to Mickey. "Okay, then what about college?
If you don't work hard, we won't go to college together. Do you want that?"
Mickey shakes his head 'no' adamantly, the thought alone making him shiver. A
life without Ian would be terrible. They need to be together everyday. "Fine."
He relents. "I will start taking classes more seriously."
Ian grins. "Good."
"Hey Ian, Mickey, wanna play?" Alfred from their class asks, standing over
them.
Ian leans on his elbows. "Sure, what?"
"Tag." Alfred replies. "We can be in groups of eight."
"Okay." Ian gets up and grabs a reluctant Mickey. 
They follow Alfred to the rest of their classmates where they're hurdled and
dividing themselves in two groups. "Okay, Mickey you can be in my team, and Ian
you can be in Joshua's." 
Ian goes to join Joshua and the rest but Mickey stays in place, frowning. 
"Mickey what's wrong?" Alfred asks and it has Ian turning around immediately. 
Mickey takes off running till he's on the other side of the field. He then
drops down and lies on the grass with his hands behind his head. 
"What did you do?" Ian asks Alfred.
"Nothing. He just took off." Ian frowns. 
"Did you see how fast he was?" Another boy from Alfred's team speaks up. 
"Ian, go talk to him so we can be even!" Alfred practically pouts as he gives
this request. 
"Alright, alright, I got it." Ian then takes of after Mickey. He finds his best
friend lying like before with his eyed closed but this time Ian can the crease
between his eyes. He's not as carefree as he was before. "Are you okay?" Ian
asks. 
Mickey opens one eye. "Yes."
"Liar." Ian kicks his leg and the other boy winces. "Liar." He does it.
"Fucking stop that!" 
"Why did you run away?" 
"We're supposed to be on the same team!" Mickey shouts.  
Ian blinks, surprised by the tone of his volume, but then he's smiling big and
wide, his cheeks colouring.
Mickey sniffs and scratches his nose. "Didn't you just say we should always be
together?" 
"Yeah. But this way, I get to chase you, and you get to chase me." Ian says
with another smile that has Mickey cheering up. "Don't you want that?" 
Mickey nods and takes Ian's offered hand. "Okay." 
They walk back to the rest hand in hand and then join their respective groups.
Alfred claps to get everyone's attention so he can explain the rules. "Joshua's
team, you go first. We will chase after you, if we tag you, you have to stop.
You will be guarded by a member from my team. If someone from your team hasn't
been tagged yet, they can tag you and you're free to run again. But if people
from my team all tag you and no one saves anybody, then it's our turn. Got
it?" 
Everyone but Ian and Mickey seems to be familiar with the game so they all nod.
Mickey grins at Ian and mouths; "You're going down." 
Ian shouts back. "We'll see!" 
The game starts and Mickey takes off after Ian. 
Even though it's a game with all their classmates, Mickey only chases after Ian
and guards him and when he gets saved, he chases after him again. When it's
time for Alfred's team, Ian does the same. So eventually they end up playing
just the two of them but they don't even care. Not even when Joshua complains. 
It's a good recess. 
When the bell rings Mickey is already sulking. But then he remembers the
promise he made to Ian and he really can't afford to separate them. So he's
perking up almost immediately and hopping with the rest of them to class.
.
"I was so fast!" Ian announces on their walk home.
"No, I was fast." Mickey debates.
"I was faster than you." 
"I was faster than you." 
"I'm pretty sure I'm faster than you Mick." 
"Then lets prove it!" 
They chase each other all the way home, laughing and pushing at each other. 
They never find out who's the fastest. 
 
                                      >>><<<
 
 
"Where's everybody?" Mickey asks as they walk into the Gallagher house through
the back door. 
The last class was cancelled, so instead of hanging out at school with
everybody else they decided to come home.
"It's on a weekday." Ian replies taking his bag off his shoulder and gesturing
for Mickey to do the same. He takes them upstairs in his bedroom then comes
down the stairs. "You want a sandwich?" He asks Mickey who's sipping on a beer
as he settles behind the counter. He nods wordlessly and Ian gets to. 
"Did you hear the twins got arrested?" Mickey asks and Ian looks at him where
he's plating slices of bread on the counter.
"What for?"
"Shop lifting two bottles of liquor." 
Ian places the ham on the bread and starts cutting up the tomatoes. "Is Dillon
mad?" 
Mickey nods. "Trying to see what he can do to get them out of it." Mickey
drinks his beer. "Then will probably rip them a new one." 
"Huh." 
"What?" 
"So Dillon really ceased all criminal activities once he started dating
Mandy?" 
"More like," Mickey grabs his complete sandwich when Ian hands it to him. "I
want more mayo." 
Ian gives it to him. "More like what?"
"More like when you told him he couldn't be friends with me unless he quit." 
"Why does he love you so much you think?" Ian asks with his mouth full. Mickey
shrugs. Ian chews and sips from Mickey's beer. "You know he'd do anything for
you, right?" Mickey doesn't say anything, just keeps eating. "And that means
Jack and the twins too 'cause they'd do anything for Dillon." Mickey just
shrugs again making Ian scoff. 
The redhead removes his T-shirt and goes to rinse his face in the sink. He's
bent over when he feels hands wrap around his waist before they continue to
caress his naked back. 
Ian smirks then turns around to find Mickey biting on his lower lip, looking at
his chest with lust-filled eyes. 
"What are you doing?" 
Mickey shrugs -clearly his go to act of the day. "Got this empty house to
ourselves. Figured we could put it into use. Good use." 
Ian chuckles rubbing the back of Mickey's neck. "You realise we're loud always,
regardless of whose around?" 
"Got this empty house to ourselves, figured we could put it into good use."
Mickey repeats, tongue poking on the inside of his cheek in amusement. 
"Fucker." Ian picks up Mickey who yelps in surprise and places him on the
counter. He goes straight for his boyfriend's neck and practically devourers
it. The sexy moan he gets in return only encourages him. 
Mickey grabs his cheeks and pulls him in for a toothy, tongue filled kiss while
Ian fumbles in his pockets for the sachet of lube he always carries around.
With Mickey you never know when he might get horny. He takes off Mickey's
trouser and underwear, throwing them on the floor then pulls his boyfriend's
strong thighs apart. 
Pulling away from the kiss, Ian pulls Mickey towards him so he can easily
access his hole while he takes his dick in his mouth. The brunette cries out
from the double stimulation. 
Mickey buries his hand in Ian's hair as his boyfriend goes to town
determinatedly. The other hand scratches at his own hair while he curses
repeatedly, the pleasure overtaking his entire body. Especially when Ian goes
for his sweet spot with his long middle finger. 
"Oh my God. OhmyGod. Oh my fucking God baby you gotta stop!" 
Ian lets Mickey's dick slide out of his mouth as he breathes heavily. He smirks
from the wrecked look on Mickey's face. But then he's grabbjng those sexy
thighs again and pulling Mickey forward so Ian's cock is breaching his wet,
ready entrance. Mickey is pretty much gone at this point. Ian pulls him closer
and closer so he's at the edge of the counter and he's supporting him while he
fucks into him good and hard. 
"Yes! Fucking yes!" Mickey moans, biting on the fingers of his left hand and
grabbing onto the counter with the other. 
"You like counter sex?" Ian asks as he fucks into his boyfriend, pausing to
moan as sparks of pleasure course through him. "Think we should do it more
often?" 
"Sssssngmmmmnnnnn." Is the reply he gets. 
Ian chuckles but it turns into a moan real quick when Mickey clenches around
him. "Shit. Fucking love you Mick. Fuck!" 
At that Mickey sits up so he's wrapping his hands around Ian's neck. He kisses
it and rumbles against Ian's throat. The noise goes straight to Ian's already
Impossibly hard cock and he thrusts into Mickey even harder. The shorter boy is
beginning to think this is Ian's favorite position; where Mickey's feet aren't
touching the floor. The redhead angles his hips so he's hitting Mickey's
prostate with the head of his dick and the latter responds by scrapping his
teeth at the point of Ian's jaw. Ian just knows his neck will be a sight to see
tomorrow. 
"Baby!" Mickey calls out desperately before pulling his hands away from Ian's
neck to cup Ian's naked ass instead. He pulls him deeper inside him and it
feels so fucking good Mickey is almost overwhelmed. "Fiona's gonna kill us when
she.... fuck... finds out." 
Ian pushes hard into Mickey then stills. "Don' talk about my sister right
now." 
"FuckingGod!" Mickey curses when Ian fucks into him at a punishing pace like
it's his mission in life. He rolls his hips with need and Mickey feels it to
his core. "Fucking love you." He claims his boyfriend's lips lovingly. 
Ian is completely naked, while Mickey is naked from the waist down. They're
both lost in pleasure as they defile the Gallagher counter. It's going good.
It's going amazing, until Ian hears people talking outside. He pauses in his
actions and Mickey whines in protest, trying to fuck himself on Ian's dick. 
"Move, why'd you stop?" He whines like a kid after dropping ice cream. 
"Shh." Ian says at the same someone tries to open the back door. Ian grabs
Mickey -who clings to him tightly, not wanting to be separated- and drops on
the floor with Mickey on top of him. The movement has both boys moaning in
pleasure because they're still connected. 
"Is she home?" They hear Kev's voice.
"No, but she's on her way." Vee.
Ian looks at Mickey, who's staring down at him with wide anime eyes. Ian tries
to dislodge them but his boyfriend stops him with a hand to his chest. 
"We have to get dressed." Ian whispers. 
Mickey puts a finger to his lips at the same time Vee asks; "Did you hear
that?" 
"Hear what?" Kev asks opening a beer. "I'm starting without her." 
"Anybody home!" Vee shouts. 
Ian shuts his eyes tightly, hoping Vee doesn't come into the kitchen or walk
towards the stairs. When she gets no reply, they go back to talking. Ian sighs
heavily, wondering how they'll get out of this. Mickey moves his waist and
waves of arousal radiate through Ian. He grabs Mickey's thighs to stop him. 
He mouths; "Stop, moving." Mickey just does it again. "Are you serious?" He
whispers in disbelief, even as his own hips jerk upwards in uncontrollable
response to the way Mickey has began rocking slowly. The shorter boy reaches
for their clothes and puts them under his knees then picks up on his slow
rocking. 
Ian opens his mouth to moan but Mickey is quick to cover it with his palm. Vee
laughs her usual loud laugh and Ian can't believe he's still fucking hard. He
drops his head and sighs deep and long accepting that they're actually doing
this here; with Kev and Vee just a few feet from them.
Mickey does a thing with his hips and Ian is done for. The nails digging into
his chest tell him Mickey is almost there too. Ian thrusts upwards one last
time feeling his balls tighten. He trembles and shakes -full on body tremors-
through his orgasm. He squeezes hard at Mickey's thighs, no doubt leaving
bruises. Both boys bite hard on their bottom lips, to prevent them from letting
out any sounds. 
Mickey too climaxes untouched on Ian's chest, his body twitching like
earthquake aftershocks. He sighs then drops next to Ian on the floor. They both
take deep breathes, calming down. 
"Looks like someone really enjoyed that." He says. 
"That was fucking amazing." Ian kisses him then pulls back. 
Mickey covers his mouth as he laughs. "Can't believe we just did that." He
whispers.
"You're the one who wouldn't stop!" Ian reminds. 
They go quiet when they hear Vee's heels clatter into the living room.  They
both quickly dress up then stand. Kev looks at them surprised. 
"Whoa, were did you guys come from!" 
"Upstairs." The couple lies. 
Kev looks towards the stairs then frowns at them. He then shakes his head.
"Join us!" He points at the alcohol on the table. 
"Kay. 'M just gonna go upstairs." Mickey says. Ian smiles at him then joins Kev
at the kitchen table. 
"Sup Kev." 
"Good. Thought you guys just came down?" He asks. 
Ian grabs a beer and immediately quenches his thirst. "He forgot his phone." He
says. Yeah. That's it. He's not up there getting rid of my cum. Not at all. 
"Oh. Okay." Kev scratches his head. 
"How's the Alibi!" Ian asks to distract him.
Before Kev can answer Vee comes back and joins them. A minute later Mickey's
back and he sits next to Ian. Vee looks between them then raises an eyebrow. 
"Why do you both have 'i just got fucked' hair?" 
"How's the Alibi?" Ian asks her too.
 
 
                                      >>><<<
 
After sharing a few drinks with Fiona, Kev and Vee, Ian and Mickey head towards
the Milkovich house for dinner. Mickey knocks Ian's cigarette to the ground as
he's about to light it and Ian glowers at him before pushing him. Mickey pushes
back and Ian retaliates. Soon they're chasing each other home. 
They walk in and are hit by a delicious smelling aroma. "Hello boys!" Ani
greets and Mickey's eyes zero in on the stomach. 
"Wow. Seems like just the other day she was breaking the news now I can see
it." 
Ian whispers, voicing Mickey's exact thoughts. "Yeah." He says looking up at
his mother's happy smiling face instead of her stomach that's beginning to pop
out. 
Iggy walks in right behind them and they all head towards the kitchen. "Shit
ma, you're pregnant." Iggy voices making everybody laugh. 
Mama Milkovich narrows her eyes at him. "And don't think that just because I am
it gives you the go ahead to curse in my house, Ignatius." 
"Sorry ma." Iggy apologizes as they all situate themselves around the table
joining Mandy and Aaron.
"Still weird as fuck." Mickey whispers to Ian. 
"I think it's awesome!" Ian says with a grin. 
Mickey rolls his eyes. "Course you do." 
They eat dinner with a quiet buzz as they chat through it. It's a nice peaceful
ambiance that makes Mickey extremely happy. He can't help but wonder if this
would be the case if his asshole father was still alive. His mother says
something to Ian and his boyfriend laughs, squeezing his mother's hand softly.
It gives him the warmest feeling at the bottom of his tummy. 
"How are things at the shop?" Mickey asks Iggy. 
"In the legal or illegal front?" 
"Both." 
"Good. Jamie was in jail for a week." Mickey's heart stutters. "But that was
for fucking some guy's wife and... it was a whole thing." Mickey exhales in
relief. 
"Good." 
"You still got the money from your time there?" 
Mickey nods then glances at Ian. "Wanna buy him and me an apartment when we go
to college." 
Iggy smiles at him, impressed. "Nice. Way to see ahead." 
Mickey just shrugs. 
"More like way to be dick whipped." Mandy whispers and Mickey flicks his soup
at her making Iggy laugh. He gets a slap to the back of his head from Ian and
he glares at him.
"What? She told me to do it 'cause you're too far to reach!" Ian defends
himself pointing at their mother. 
The table laughs when Mickey rolls his eyes and slams back in his chair. 
Peace and happiness with Terry around?
He doubts it. 
                                  
                                       >>><<<
 
They decide to walk to school the next day instead of driving there. Mickey
remembers their outing last week and Ian's breakdown in the car. Judging by the
morning that followed, Ian didn't remember his breakdown. Mickey watches his
boyfriend hold Mandy in a chock hold while the latter calls out for him. He
just shakes his head instead of moving to help her.
They're walking into school grounds and he spots Cayden. He specifically
remembers Ian saying he would stop being friends with the guy if Mickey doesn't
leave him for Austin. The brunette debates on it but decides it doesn't matter.
If Ian is willing to end that friendship for him it goes a long way into
settling Mickey's insecurities when it comes to the guy. He didn't even know he
had any until Ian said that. The knowledge that Ian would do that, definitely
settles Mickey. 
Mandy and Ian stop to greet Cayden but Mickey walks right ahead and past him.
He didn't say anything about befriending the guy. He's not there yet. Far from
it even. 
Hes at his locker when Freddy corners him. Mickey has really mixed feelings
over the journalist.
"Hey Milkovich." 
"Can I help you?" Mickey says as he puts in his combination. 
"Yes. How would you like to be in the school fashion show?" 
"How would you like to go fuck yourself?" Mickey reiterates. 
Fred sighs in relief making Mickey looks at him like he's crazy. "I was hoping
you'd say that." 
Mickey pulls out his books and shuts his locker. "Because...?"
"Because then you can be a judge." 
Mickey laughs and shakes his head before walking away. 
"No, hear me out." Fred steps in front of him. He tries to touch Mickey's chest
but changes his mind, not looking to lose his fingers. "You're ruthless, you
never smile unless it's around your bae and you have the perfect poker face. I
never know what you're thinking. Like now." Fred finishes. "You're perfect." 
"Still not doing it." 
Freddy smirks. "Even if Ian is one of the participants?" 
Mickey glares at him. "Didn't I already say I'd do it? Fucking Christ." He says
before walking away again.
Freddy should have probably led with that. He grins and throws a punch in the
air. "Will text you the dits!" He yells  and gets the middle finger in return.
He just chuckles and shakes his head, amused as always by Mickey Milkovich.
 
***** Chapter 59 *****
Ian wakes up to a loud sneeze. He turns around to face his boyfriend who ended
up being the big spoon last night. Mickey sneezes again and Ian frowns. His
boyfriend sneezes one more time before scrunching up his nose and Ian frowns.
Is he getting sick? Oh no. Ian does not want a cold right now. He slides back a
little before shaking his boyfriend awake who sneezes, again. Mickey blinks a
few times and rubs his nose.
“Morn’n.” he yawns.
“Are you sick?” Ian asks.
Mickey gives a tiny nod. “Could feel myself coming up with a cold yesterday.
Guess its here.”
Ian scoots back again. “Oh come on.” Mickey groans. “You don’t leave my side
when I get food poisoning but you’re afraid of a little cold?”
Ian moves till he almost falls off the bed. “Food poisoning is not contagious.”
He gets completely off and pulls on his underwear. “Gonna go help your mom make
breakfast.”
“Ian.” The redhead pulls on a pair of shorts and looks at Mickey. “My morning
kiss?”
“Huh?” Ian asks already walking towards the door.
“My good morning kiss. You’d better not” Sneeze. “leave me like this!”
“What?” Ian asks and shakes his head like he has no clue what Mickey’s talking
about. And before the brunette can argue Ian is gone.
“Pussy.” Mickey mutters then sneezes, again.
To be fair Ian rarely gets a cold but when he does it’s really bad. It comes
with a runny, watery nose and tears and headaches so he can understand why his
boyfriend is afraid. He chuckles to himself and shakes his head again.
“Pussy.”
He repeats just because he can. He sneezes again and wants to punch a wall.
Mickey walks towards his drawer and pulls open his underwear so he can pull out
a handkerchief. He’s just blowing his nose when Ian walks in with a tray.
“Good morning my love.” He coos. “Still having that cold I see.”
Mickey scowls at him. “You just left like, two minutes ago. Yeah, I still have
the fucking cold.”
“U-huh.” Ian says and avoids him as he heads towards the bed. “Come sit.”
They eat breakfast quietly with Mickey laughing the more Ian keeps watching him
carefully. He playfully reaches for Ian’s cup of tea but the latter slaps his
hand away.
“Any other day I don’t have a problem with your spit.” Ian starts. “Not today.”
Mickey just raises an amused eyebrow. “What does a fucking fashion show entail
anyway?”
Ian frowns. “Just a bunch of people modeling different outfits and then a
winner is picked. Why?”
Mickey tilts his head. “’M supposed to be one of the judges.”
Ian grins. “You’re participating in a school activity? Yeei!” he claps and
Mickey scoffs. “Wait, who twisted your arm?”
“Fucking Fred.”
“Aah.” Ian nods in understanding. “So when is it?”
Mickey pauses where he’s sipping his tea. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
Ian shakes his head. “No? I didn’t even know about it till now.”
Mickey drops his cup back on the trey and Ian frowns when it spills. “That
fucking asshole.”
“Who, Fred?”
“Fucker lied to me!” Ian laughs. “He said you were already a participant. It’s
the only reason I agreed to be a fucking judge!” Mickey complains in
frustration.
Ian laughs again, though pleased by how much his boyfriend loves him.
 
                                       >>><<<
 
“I’m still waiting for you to kiss me you know.” Mickey says. Ian smiles and
pulls Mickey closer only to kiss him on the cheek. “Asshole.” The shorter boy
insults only to sneeze immediately. Ian only raises a –see? That’s why I can’t-
eyebrow.
“Gallavich! How are we doing this morning!” Fred approaches them grinning
happily.
“Just the guy I wanted to see.” Mickey grabs Fred by his collar and pushes him
against the closest locker. The journalist raises both hands in the air. “You
wanna tell me why you lied to me?”
A few students stop to watch and Ian adjusts his bag. “Nothing to see here.” He
says casually.
“Lie? What lie?” Fred asks.
Mickey lets him go and Fred tries to straighten his shirt that doesn’t look
ironed anymore. “You told me Ian was a participant in the fashion show.”
Fred shrugs bashfully. “I was gonna ask him today and I knew he wasn’t gonna
say no.”
“You still fucking tricked me.” Mickey mutters in disapproval. “And what makes
you think he wants this?”
Fred tilts his head to look at the redhead behind Mickey’s who’s smiling in
amusement. “Hey Ian, wanna participate in the fashion show?”
“I’d love to.”
Fred looks at Mickey. “See? I didn’t lie.”
Mickey squints his eyes at Ian who blushes and ducks his head. “Asshole.” He
insults him for the umpteenth time today.
Ian plays with the zip of his football jacket before pointing at Freddy. “You
know what this reminds me of? When we were little and you would force everyone
to play these games and do whatever your opinion of fun was.”
Fred smiles. “I resent that.”
“Do you, Alfred?” Ian raises an eyebrow.
“It’s Fred now.” Fred corrects. “Or Freddy.”
“U-huh.”
Ian laughs when Mickey slaps the locker and Fred starts reversing slowly. “I’ll
communicate the details.” He bumps into someone and apologises before turning
around and disappearing in the hallway crowd.
“My boyfriend is a cliché.” Mickey clicks his tongue.
“The fuck are you talking about?”
“The popular quarterback who wins the school fashion show?”
Ian steps closer to Mickey so the latter is leaning against the locker and
looking up at him. He bites on his lower lip and places a hand above his
boyfriend’s head. “You think I’ll win?”
Mickey smirks and rolls his eyes. “Course you’ll win. Look at you.”
“Is that why I’ll win, or because my boyfriend’s one of the judges?”
Mickey chuckles and Ian relishes in the blush tinting his cheeks. “Well,
whether or not I tilt the odds in your favor no one will question it.”
Ian giggles and buries his head in Mickey’s neck, nibbling on the skin there.
“I would- I would just like to point out that - that would be umm… cheating?”
The couple breaks apart to look at the source of the voice. “You’re being a
fucking creeper Allan.” Mickey steps away from Ian to glare at the friendly
nerd that Ian has a soft spot for.
Allan drops his head and clears his throat before shuffling his feet. “That’s
umm,” he clears his throat again. “that’s my locker?”
“Oh! Sorry man.” Ian apologises and takes Mickey’s hand to lead him away from
the boy who always seems to find them in compromising positions.
Math with Wilson is the first lesson and Ian follows Mickey to his seat. Dillon
is his new desk mate ever since Ian moved. “Hey Dil.”
“Sup red.”
“I wanna sit here today. Maybe you can sit with Cayden?”
Dillon nods and picks up his books. “Sure thing man.” He turns to Mickey.
“Smoke up during break?”
“You got it.” Mickey replies with a small smile.
They settle in just as their teacher’s dropping books on his table. Mickey
sneezes for the first time since they left the house and Ian absent mindedly
rubs his thigh. “Just so you know.” He whispers. “I am not opposed to you
kissing my dick.”
A chuckle takes Mickey by surprise. “Really?” he scoffs when Ian shrugs.
“You’re a terrible boyfriend just so you know.”
Ian shakes his head giving his boyfriend a reprimanding look. “Fucking
unbelievable.”
Wilson clears his throat at the crude language and Ian drops his head in
embarrassment when he gets a disapproving look from the teacher. Mickey scoffs
loudly, glaring at the teacher. That it? That’s all Ian gets? If it was Mickey
who’d cursed he’s have gotten a lecture and detention for a week. But the good
boy, loved by every teacher and student quarterback just gets a disapproving
look? That’s what’s fucking unbelievable. He glares at Wilson -who’s flipping
through his text book- at the unfairness of it all.
 
                                       >>><<<
 
              4:00 PM finds Mickey seated by the teachers table with Fred,
Sapphire (Dean’s girlfriend) and Shelby head of the cheerleaders. Scattered
around the classroom are the fourteen students who will be participating in the
fashion show.
“Okay, welcome everybody. The four of us at this table will be the judges, and
the rest of you are the models. Obviously.” Shelby opens the meeting. “You have
exactly one week to come up with six outfits of the following themes.” Mandy
raises her hand just as Shelby is about to read from her list –that Mickey has
no clue what it contains. “Yes?”
Mandy clears her throat. “At that table there are two judges who are dating two
participants.” She points at Ian and Dean. “How are we supposed to expect them
to be fair?” Mickey raises a middle finger while Ian does the pinching. “What?
I have a right to ask.”
“Is she even tall enough to participate?” Mickey asks and Mandy does the
flipping off this time.
Sapphire leans forward. “I assure you,” she looks around looking professional
as fuck in Mickey’s opinion. “all of you, that Mickey and I will judge fairly
and select a winner in accordance to your participation.”
Mickey raises an eyebrow at how she’s talking like they’d discussed it prior to
this meeting. Ian as ever the perceptive boyfriend snorts. “Yeah.” He nods at
Sapphire. “What she said.”
“Okay so that being said, here are your themes.” Shelby picks up from where
she’d left off. “Official wear, beach wear, sportswear, casual wear, cultural
wear and my all-time favorite, creative wear.”
“Also prepare a presentation.” Sapphire adds. “It can be whatever you want.
Just be sure to entertain the crowd and impress we the judges.”
This entire thing may not be Mickey’s type of thing but that sounds interesting
enough.
“The fashion show takes place next Friday in the auditorium so be ready by
then.” Shelby says.
“Any questions?” Fred.
One of the guys seated next to Ian raises their hand and Fred nods giving him
the go ahead. “What does Milkovich have to say?”
Ian slaps the guy on the shoulder and says something with a scowl so Mickey
assumes he’s a football player. “Mickey?” Fred asks.
Mickey looks around at a loss. So he settles for; “Don’ waste my fucking time
so better come fucking prepared.”  
 
                                       >>><<<
 
“Mind if I ask what this is about?” Mickey sighs grabbing on Ian’s shoulder
tightly as his boyfriend continues to jerk him off in the now empty class. Ian
had been on him as soon as the rest had left. Asshole still won’t kiss him in
the mouth though. He sighs again when Ian sucks on his neck before rubbing at
the tip. “Fuck.”
“Authority looks good on you.” Ian replies. Mickey cums with a heavy grunt and
Ian smirks stepping back. He licks his hand and Mickey swallows. “Keep judge
Mickey on and you’ll keep getting rewarded.”
“Roger that.” Mickey smiles and is about to kiss Ian when the redhead moves
fast and pecks his cheek instead. “You’re killing me, you know that?”
Ian just smiles and opens the door so they can head home.
.
They walk into the Milkovich home just as Mandy is sitting down on the couch
with a plate of microwaved rice. “Did you pervs wipe the cum off the floor?”
“Don’ know what you’re talking about.” Mickey heads to the kitchen while Ian
drops next to Mandy and reaches for her spoon only to have his hand slapped
away.
“Nah-ah, that hand isn’t coming anywhere near my food. Don’ know what you’ve
been up to!”
Ian just rolls his eyes. He’s reaching for the remote when Mickey sits on his
lap and grabs his neck. ”You are fucking kissing me!”
“No I’m fucking not!” Ian hides his face in Mickey’s chest trying to push his
determined boyfriend away.
“I want that kiss!”
They struggle for a while and Mandy moves away to prevent her food from getting
spilt. She takes a different seat and eats while watching them. The idiots are
red in the face and hands for the roughness but Mickey still looks pretty
determined to get his kiss. Ian hates getting colds, her brother won’t be
successful unless he plays the manipulating card.
Their mother and Aaron walk in just as Ian is sitting on Mickey’s back.
“What’s happening?” Aaron asks.
“Ma!” Mickey shouts. “Ian is trying to kill me!”
Mandy snorts and some of the rice leaves through her nose. Ian doesn’t get off
Mickey. Their mom on the other hand ignores them and walks away while Aaron
laughs with Mandy.
“Ma!” Mickey repeats.
“Ian!” their mom shouts from the kitchen and all activity pauses as they wait
to hear what she has to say. “Sit harder!”
 
                                       >>><<<
 
The following day Ian, Cayden and Evans are just kicking a soccer ball back and
forth during break while the rest of the team is scattered around them waiting
for the coach.
“We should join the soccer team too.” Evans suggests.
Ian scoffs. “I’m not trying to die young. But you go ahead.”  
Ian steps back and while trying to kick the ball misses and instead does an
unintended split. The rest of the guys laugh and ian shuts his eyes in
embarrassment when he hears his trouser tear. Cayden and Evans rush to his side
to get him up as the other guys keep laughing. When the two guys have him
sitting up ian lies on the grass and grabs onto his crotch as he groans loudly.
“Maybe stick to football Ian.” One of the guys says and the team roars into
laughter again.
“He’s hurting you fucks!” Cayden snaps. “Shut the fuck up!”
Quiet resonates among the team mates when they realize maybe it’s not a funny
as they thought.
Ian finally stops aching and he slowly limps away trying to cover the torn
area. “Tell the coach…” he waves his hands around then continues to limp away.
He likes to think he’s a pretty flexible guy but today proved otherwise.
“The fuck happened?” Mickey throws an arm around his waist as soon as Ian walks
into class. The brunette guides him to his seat and takes Cayden’s. “You okay?”
Ian nods. “I’m going to be. I just accidentaly did a split and… you’re not
getting sex today.” He jokes only to wince a second later.
Mickey can only rub ian’s back comfortingly. “Sorry babe.” He goes to kiss ian
on the mouth but his boyfriend tilts his head so the kiss lands on his cheek
instead.
“Even injured you refuse my kisses. Fucking unbelievable.” Mickey tsks.
Ian laughs and Mickey immediately feels better.
.
It’s during the English lesson when people’s phones start chiming
simultaneously. Mickey raises an eyebrow at Dillon and his friend hands him his
phone with a shake of his head. Mickey can feel himself getting angry as he
watches a remix someone made making fun of ian’s painful split, torn pants as
he writhes on the grass painfully. He chances a glance to the back of the class
where ian is trying to become one with the chair, his face red with
embarrassment.
“Who sent this?”
“Anonymous.”
Mickey runs a finger across his nose angrily. “It’s got to be a member of the
team. Find out who.” Dillon nods and start texting fervently.
For the rest of the lesson everyone keeps throwing glances at ian. Every time
that happens Mickey wants to find the culprit and choke the air out of his
fucking lungs. Especially when ian cant take it anymore and he lies on his desk
covering his face with his jacket. He hates that they sit so far apart these
days.
“You know who did this?” Mickey mouths at Cayden who’s watching him. The latter
shakes his head ‘no.’
“Useless.” Mickey mutters to himself.
.
“Allan.” The shy boy looks up at Mickey and Dillon, scared.
“Yes?”
“You’re smart.” Dillon starts.
“Thank you?”
“Sure. Can you tell me who sent that video?”
Allan nods his head, then shakes it ‘no.’ “I don’t want to be an accomplice to
murder.”
Mickey sniffs. “We’ll keep your name out of it.”
Allan swallows. “Well?” Dillon prompts and the shy nerd opens his laptop and
switches it on.
.
“I’m sorry Ian.” Mandy rubs her bestfriend’s back where he’s hiding in the
music class. “Do you know who did it?”
Ian shakes his head no. He plays the video again and he wants to die.
Especially the part where his pants tear in the middle.  “This fucking sucks.
It’s got fucking gifs and everything.” He groans.
“It has to have been a member of the team.” Mandy reasons. “Where’s Mickey?”
Ian sits up with a sigh. “Haven’t talked to him since the video leaked which
means,” he sighs again. “he’s gonna find out who did it and go after them.”
Mandy nods in agreement. “I wanna stop him, because this is clearly just a
joke, but I kinda really hate the person who made this edit.”
Mandy gets it. “What will you do then?”
Ian shrugs.
.
Dillon slums Reggie against the boys’ bathroom wall. “You’re not even on the
fucking football team, where did you get this video?”
Reggie looks past Dillon to Mickey who’s standing behind him with his arms
crossed. “It was a joke.”
“Did you see like Ian was fucking laughing?”
“I…I…I-” Reggie stammers. “It was just a fucking joke! Fuck!” he shouts when
Dillon pulls him forward only to slam him back again.
“What do you want to do Mickey Mick?” Dillon asks. When Mickey hesitates he
gets an idea. “I say we leave it to the rest of the school.”
“What do you mean?” Mickey asks.
Dillon lets go of Reggie and the boy takes a relieved breath. “He just
embarrassed the most popular boy in school.” He explains. “I say we leak his
name.”
Mickey still doesn’t get how that will make Reggie pay but Dillon seems so sure
so he shrugs. Reggie squints his eyes at them as he walks out of the bathroom.
He clearly doesn’t get it either. Mickey supposes they’ll find out soon
together.
***** Chapter 60 *****
Chapter Notes
     60 chapters 1 year later. God damn!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Look at this, look at this, no look!” Lip hands Fiona the phone then laughs so
hard he’s doubling over. “Genius!” he holds onto the counter and his laughter
gets even more hysterical. Ian tilts his head and looks at Lip pleadingly while
Fiona looks like she's trying really hard not to laugh too. Lip catches his
breath, face completely red as he points at Ian. “My favorite part, is when
your pants tear, and then that gif of Mike Tyson laughing hysterically pops
up.” He shakes his head in utter amusement. “Genius. Who did this? I need to
buy him lunch.”
Ian clicks his tongue and glares at his brother. “Why are you home from college
again?”
Lip wipes tears from his eyes finally taking his phone back and locking it. “I
missed my family. Plus I’ve had a shitty week but thanks to you, I feel so much
better after this video.” He walks towards the kitchen and joins Ian. “It’s
good to be home.”
“You couldn’t leave fast enough.” Ian snaps.
“Aw c’mon. Have a sense of humor.”
“That shit’s fucking embarrassing Lip. The entire fucking school’s seen it!”
Ian explains.
“I know. I got the video too and I'm not even a student there anymore!” he's
laughing again and Ian has never wanted to punch him more.
“Leave him alone Lip.” Fiona finally speaks up, all traces of humor gone. “I'm
sorry Ian.”
Ian shrugs just as Mickey walks in through the Gallagher kitchen door. He
kisses the top of Ian's head then takes a chair. “Philip.”
“Milkovich.”
“What brings you back to the Southside?”
“He received the video too so I'm pretty sure he just came here to laugh at
me.” Ian replies jutting his chin out and crossing his arms.
“Ouch, what the fuck!” Lip grabs his upper arm where Mickey just punched him.
“The fuck did you do?”
“Nothing!” Lip shouts still rubbing his hand. “Fuck.”
Mickey stands up. “Let’s go. The guys are waiting.”
“Which guys?” Lip and Fiona chorus.
“It’s Jamie’s birthday.” Mickey replies guiding Ian towards the door.
“Can I come?” Lip asks standing up.
“After laughing at me for an hour?” Ian scoffs. “Fuck you.”
 
                                       >>><<<
 
Mandy drops on one of the wooden couches in the warehouse and props her legs on
top of Dillon’s thighs. Her boyfriend automatically starts rubbing her feet.
She looks around the warehouse and people scattered everywhere. There is lots
of drinking and dancing and dry humping on walls. No cake though which was
totally disappointing for her. But she's having a great time. She's just on her
3rd beer but it feels great. “This party is lit.” She sips her beer and knocks
her bottle with Ian's when the redhead pulls up a chair next to them. Him and
Mickey got here way before Mandy and Dillon did. Reason being because her
boyfriend was doing what he does best in the back seat of his car; servicing
her coochie. Oh, how blessed she is.
“And loud.” Ian adds. “What you smiling at?”
“N’thin.” Mandy mumbles. “Where’s your asshole boyfriend?”
Ian turns and points at where Mickey and the rest of the Milkovich brothers are
talking loudly and laughing. “Having a good time.”
“You tell him to stay away from the hard drugs? I know my brothers.”
“He knows not to.” Ian shrugs sounding sure.
Mandy wants to add something but she remembers after the ecstasy incident they
probably learnt their lesson. “Can't say the same about my boyfriend.” She
kicks Dillon in the stomach and he spits the beer in his mouth.
“Dammit babe! Jamie offered it to me. Couldn’t say no to my girlfriend’s big
brother. Have you seen the size of that guy?” Mandy just rolls her eyes at
that.
After a few minutes Mickey joins them carrying two crates of beer with the help
of Iggy. He reaches for another wooden coach and Ian kicks away his chair so
they can face the new seat towards Dillon and Mandy. They seat there drinking
with the beers between them.
“Mickey Mick, where’s the whiskey? You know I ain’t doing beer tonight.” Dillon
accuses with a frown.
“Relax man, I got you.” Mickey replies just as Iggy comes back with two Johny
Walkers.
“Thanks man.” Dillon tells Iggy taking the bottles from him.
Iggy hits the back of Mickey's head before walking away. “Not your fucking
errand boy.”  
Mickey flips him off and the two couples resume the partying and light
conversation. After a while Joey and his girlfriend Cassie join them and soon
after Jamie is pulling up a chair too. Mandy looks around and her heart fills
at how happy her siblings look. Even though her older brothers sans Mickey are
all involved in one illegal shit or another, they're all doing really well and
they're happy. She couldn’t be happier.
“Hope you learnt your lesson last time man. Quit getting arrested.” Mickey
tells Jamie. “Ma’s pregnant, we can't afford to be stressing her out.”
Jamie nods in agreement, leaning his elbows on his knees. Mandy sees her oldest
brother nod towards Joey like they’re communicating silently. She sees Joey say
something in Cassie’s ear and soon she's kissing his lips gently before walking
away. Jamie rubs his forefinger across his nose before addressing Mickey.
“Yo Mick. Needed to talk to you about sum’n.”
Mickey perks up from where he was listening to Ian whisper in his ear while he
grinned like an idiot. “Sup.”
“We know you quit and all, but we got this job that’s perfect for you,” Jamie
starts. Mandy doesn’t need to look at Ian to know the redhead is frowning in
disapproval. “It’s just driving this car to Bridgeport with some shit in the
trunk.” He shrugs. “Easy.”
Mandy sees Mickey's left hand land on Ian's thigh and squeeze gently. She looks
at the redhead and his jaw is clenched tightly while his chest rises visibly
with how hard he’s breathing.
“Not that I don’ have someone I just figured my baby brother wouldn’t mind
earning 5Ok easy.” Jamie continues when Mickey doesn’t say anything. “Guns.” He
clarifies the unasked question of what would be in the trunk.
“He’s good.” Ian spits with finality.
Jamie looks at him. “Are you sure? It’s a lot of money.”
“Yeah,” Ian nods. “He’s sure.”
Jamie just shrugs again coolly. “Okay.” He leans back on his seat just as
Cassie comes back with a bottle of water for Joey.
Dillon stirs the conversation in a different direction to break the palpable
tension. Ian relaxes when Jamie doesn’t press and he throws a hand around
Mickey's shoulders before kissing the side of his head. Mandy doesn’t take her
eyes off her brother. He keeps licking his lips and running his thumb across
his bottom lip thoughtfully.
Ian may have spoken for him but Mandy can tell Mickey is most likely thinking
about that money. Dillon gave her a run-down of their fight when Ian found out
Mickey had been working for Jamie. She wonders if Mickey is stupid enough to
repeat the same mistake.
For his sake she hopes not.
 
                                       >>><<<
 
Mickey thinks about the money he has in the bank. He thinks about how it’s only
enough for a shitty apartment near whichever colleges they find themselves in.
He thinks about Jamie’s 50K and how it would go a long way in getting them
something better and a good start in their lives after high school.
But then he thinks about their last fight and decides it’s probably not worth
it.
He glances on the space next to him on the bed at Ian who’s searching online
for a cultural outfit to model in the fashion show. His eyes are narrowed at
the laptop Colin got Mickey for his 18th birthday, as he mumbles to himself
oblivious to Mickey's thoughts. The brunette thinks about how Ian forgave him
despite how mad he was. They may have fought but they eventually came to an
understanding. Ian got mad –a lot- sure, but he calmed down. Eventually. Mickey
doubts if he decides to do this things will be any different. He has a lot of
confidence in Ian's love for him.
But,
He shouldn’t do it. No. A lot of things could go wrong. And if he ends up
getting arrested then Ian might never forgive him.
However, what if everything goes well? He’ll end up 50 Gs richer. That’s not
little money.
But is it worth Ian's wrath?
“What do you think of Indian? Do you think someone else will do it?” Ian asks
suddenly pulling Mickey out of his thoughts.
Mickey sniffs before turning away to search for a cigarette. “Should you be
asking me? Where will the fun be if I already know what you’re wearing?”
Ian curses. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be talking to you about this.”
“But since you asked, yeah, Indian is very common, it might end up being
someone else’s pick too. Try Africa.”
“Nice.” Ian replies already typing away on the laptop again.
 
                                       >>><<<
 
 
Reggie, who’s just Reg to his small click of friends likes to think of himself
as a nice person. In his free time he likes to edit videos and he has quite an
impressive following on YouTube. His specialty is comedy and that’s what his
subscribers look forward to every week.
                Last week he’d been in the locker room when he overheard two
guys from the football team talking about how Ian Gallagher had done and
embarrassing split and had ended up having to miss practice. Reggie didn’t know
much about the redhead, but he’d just ignored it until one of the guys said
he’d recorded the whole thing but would have to delete it because if the
quarterback found out he was dead.  Probably after being murdered by his
boyfriend Mickey Milkovich.
That’s when Reggie had gotten an idea, because he didn’t have that week’s
content anyway. An embarrassing video featuring the football quarterback,
fucking gold! So he’d waited till the guys had gotten in the shower before he’d
transferred the video to his phone quickly. He’d then later done a quick edit
on his phone during physics, to give people a taste of what to expect on that
week’s video.
What he didn’t expect was to be found out, and end up getting cornered by
Milkovich and his right hand Miller. He had practically shit his pants
wondering how many body parts the two planned on breaking. Color him shocked
however when Miller suggested they let him go. He had said something about
leaving it to the school and Reggie didn’t know what that meant until the next
day came around.
Reggie has barely put his car in park before his windshield cracks. He
startles, covering his head quickly. He hears laughter and opens one eye
cautiously. Some guys he has never even laid eyes on are laughing while one of
them throws a rock back and forth between his hands. Reggie immediately knows
he’s the one who threw the first one too. He is quick to jump out of his car as
soon as the second stone comes flying his way.
The bell rings and soon every student disappears into the school. Reggie stands
up and steps in front of his car. Dammit. He can’t drive this car home like
this. He sighs heavily when he realizes this might just be the beginning.
Maybe he shouldn’t have upset the most popular guy in school.
.
“Reg what the fuck happened to your hair!” Matt his older brother exclaims when
he gets home that evening.
Reggie swallows the lump in his throat and drops his bag on the floor. “I
fucked up.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I fucked up. It was an accident but I did. I made this video that
embarrassed the quarterback and now the student body is after me.” He gestures
at his hair. His head had been forcefully dipped in some kind of peroxide
concoction during Chem and now he looks like he got a bad dye job.  
Matt frowns at him. “Ian Gallagher?” Reggie nods. “The guy that defies all
quarterback stereotypes?” its Reggie’s turn to frown. “That guy is like the
nicest person I know. I mean sure he can be violent sometimes but it’s the
fucking Southside. Who isn’t?”
“Yeah well, he clearly set people after me because I have been through hell
today.” Reggie sits down. “My car is ruined, my lunch got dumped over my head,
I kept getting spit balled throughout all my lessons, got locked in the
bathroom thrice and now my fucking hair.” He takes a deep breath. “I'm fucked!”
“Dammit. Want me to talk to him?”
Reggie shakes his head no. “Milkovich didn’t beat me up but he will for sure if
you do. Maybe if I stay away from school this week?”
“What were you thinking?” Matt asks. “And why go after a nice guy? There are
actual asses in that team. Should have embarrassed one of them.”
“Yeah well, I saw that video and saw a chance to make people laugh. It was just
a joke.”
“I’m sorry man. You just fucked with the wrong guy. I'm surprised Mickey
Milkovich didn’t take care of this himself.”
.
Reggie kinda wishes he had because by Thursday he was about ready to transfer.
 
                                       >>><<<
 
Ian, Mickey and the gang are eating at their usual table on Thursday when Ian
hears the loud clatter of a tray. He turns to look when laughter resonates in
the cafeteria.
“Told you.” Dillon says and Ian turns to him curiously.
“I see that.” Mickey replies cringing.
“Poor Reg. He’s been getting bullied all week.” Sarah says biting hard on an
apple.
“Why?” Ian asks not taking his eyes off the guy. His hair is a confusing shade
of blond and black and some other weird color. And now some guy just knocked
his tray over and is forcing him to eat off the floor? Not on my watch. Ian
stands up and Dillon grabs his wrist.
“C’mon red, its none of your business.”
Ian tries to pull his hand away roughly unsuccessfully. “I'm not gonna sit here
and watch someone make the kid eat off the God damn floor.”
“Re-“
“Let him go.” Mickey snaps at Dillon pulling his hand away from Ian's. “It’s
gone on for long enough.” He huffs. Giving the guy a beat down would have been
better at this point. He lays his chin on his palm and watches like everybody
else as Ian stalks over to the unfolding scene.
Ian steps between the bully and the guy kneeling on the floor. “What the fuck
do you think you’re doing?”
“Why are you of all people defending him? It’s not like he doesn’t deserve it.”
“I don’t care. Walk the fuck away.”
The bully shrugs and him and his friends walk away. Ian turns around to give
the guy a hand.
“You okay?” Ian doesn’t understand the look of confusion on the guy’s face.
“I'm so, sorry.” The guy takes his hand back before rushing out of the
cafeteria.
What?
Ian looks at his table and they all shrug while Mickey waves him over with a
weird look on his face. Ian wonders why everyone seems to know what’s going on
except him.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Riddle: I need to cross a very weak bridge where i can only carry one
     item at a time.
     Here are my three items; a lion, a cabbage and a goat.
     how do i get across this bridge without having my items consume each
     other? what do i carry first?
     CLUE; i can't carry the lion first coz then the goat will eat the
     cabbage and i can't take the cabbage first coz the lion will eat the
     goat
     whoever gets this one right can chose to have me gift u any fic, or u
     can give me a prompt of ur choice, anything you demand of me is yours
     and i'll get it done :))
***** Chapter 61 *****
“You seem pretty confident.” Mandy smirks at her best friend who’s smiling at
his reflection in the mirror.  
They are at the barber shop, and Ian is having his buzz cut retouched, only
this time he didn’t shave all of it but the little he leaves makes him look
even more gorgeous than usual. Mandy has a boyfriend of her own and Ian is gay
for his brother but she's got eyes; the red head is kinda really fucking
beautiful.
“I feel like you’ve won already, with the two female judges and Mickey, the
other guys have already lost.”
Ian blushes getting off the chair. “Stop it.”
“I'm serious, you look hot.”
Ian hugs her to his chest. “You do too.” He then let’s her go so he can pay the
barber.
“She's right you know.” The guy starts, as he's handing Ian his change. “I'm
straight and even I can admit that.”
“Okay, we’re leaving now.” Ian grabs Mandy’s hand and leads the way out of the
shop, shaking his head in amusement.
“Today’s the fashion show, aren’t we supposed the look our best?” Ian asks his
best friend as they head back to the Milkovich house.
“Think you might have gone a little overboard.” Mandy teases and Ian tickles
her sides. “Asshole!” she laughs, jumping away from him. “Hey Ian?” she calls
after her laughter has subsided.
“What’s up?” Ian catches up to her and throws an arm across her shoulders.
“I couldn’t help but notice at Jamie’s party you didn’t want Mickey doing that
run?”
“No.” Ian replies, his smile dimming immediately.
“Why?”
Ian pulls away and stops to face her. “What do you mean why?”
Mandy shrugs. “I mean, my brothers have been doing this shit for years and
haven’t gotten in trouble yet.”
“As far as you know.” Ian snaps.
“Well, yeah. But I'm just saying, if he’s careful…”
Ian crosses his arms, feeling himself getting upset. “Is this the life you want
for your brother? For him to be a criminal? Risking his life on the fucking
daily?”
“Of course not!”
“Then why are you supporting this?”
Mandy sighs and looks around them. “I'm not.” Ian scoffs. “I'm not!” she
repeats adamantly. “It’s just that,” licking her lips, she looks at her best
friend who’s already giving her the chin. The thing is, she has a deep feeling
that Mickey is going to go through with this and she's just trying to avoid
another break up. “is it really that bad? What if you went with him?”
Ian looks at her suspiciously. “Did Mickey say something to you? Is he taking
the job?” Ian remembers their last fight they had over this and the memory
makes him shudder.
“No, no, no.” Mandy shakes her head vehemently. “I’m just thinking that if he’s
careful then-“
“No.” Ian cuts her off. “My boyfriend, won't be a criminal on my watch. My
boyfriend won't get a record on my watch. My boyfriend, will stay in school,
get an education and earn money the right fucking way.” He says, staring into
her eyes. “If you loved him, you would wish the same for Mickey.”
Mandy sighs when Ian walks away, leaving her standing at the sidewalk without
having gotten to reply. She gets it, she does. But to her it feels like if they
talked about this no problems would arise.
 
                      ~0~0~0~0~
 
Ian is walking into the school with his bag full of the modeling clothes when
someone stops him. He puts his bag down to face the owner of the meek, unsure
voice.
“Yeah?”
“Look, you don’t know me, but my name is Matt. Reggie’s brother.”
Ian frowns. “Who?”
Matt sighs and Ian can see the barely there restrained frustration. “The guy
who made that video of you.”
“Oh.”  Ian nods. The guy he’d helped at the cafeteria yesterday. “What about
him?”
Matt clasps his hands together. “You need to tell people to lay off of him,
please.” He begs. “My brother fucked up, no one is denying that.” He swallows.
“Including him. I know he embarrassed you but the bullying is too much.” Matt
says and Ian immediately feels sorry for him. “His car is at the shop, the dye
won't come off and, and,” he sighs. “It has to stop.”
Ian nods. “I agree.”
Matt looks surprised, but then again he’s smiling like it’s exactly what he
expected Ian to say. “So you’ll end it?”
“You have my word.” Ian promises.
“Thank you! Thank you so much!” Matt is about to hug him when;
“Better not.”
Matt drops his hands and steps back. “Thanks again.” He says before running
off.
“The fuck was that about?” Mickey is quick to ask. “And why was he about to
fucking hug you?”
Ian crosses his arms. “Is this you being upset?” he raises a daring eyebrow.
Mickey pouts. “No?”
“Because then maybe, I should be upset you didn’t tell me about Reggie, who
people have been bullying as a result. Now his brother,” Ian points towards the
direction Matt had ran off to. “is begging me to help him.”
Mickey chews the inside of his cheek, looking at Ian apologetically. “Forget I
said anything?”
“U-huh.” Ian says, side eying him but throws a hand across Mickey's shoulder
anyway, while the latter helps him take his bag to the back stage of the
auditorium.
 
                      ~0~0~0~0~
 
Right before the fashion show starts, Mandy leaves the back stage of the packed
auditorium to seek out the judges at the empty class where they’re waiting for
the event to start. She finds them huddled around a teacher’s table talking
animatedly. At the sound of the door opening they turn to face her.
“You shouldn’t be here Mandy.” Shelby chastises.
“Need to talk to my brother.”
Mickey looks at her curiously but excuses himself anyway. She's surprised to
see him so dressed up, looking like he usually does whenever they go clubbing.
She could’ve sworn he didn’t care about this entire thing.
“You alright?” he touches her arm in concern as soon as they’re out into the
hallway, noticing how serious she looks.
She nods. “Yeah, it’s Ian.” Mickey's eyes go wide in panic but she's quick to
placate him. “He’s fine.”
Mickey frowns in irritation. “Mandy.”
“I saw you, you know.”
Mickey crosses his arms. “Saw me what?”
“At Jamie’s party. I saw you thinking about taking that job.”
“That’s none of your fucking business Mandy.”
“I know, I'm just-“ she sighs. “Ian seems really serious about you not doing
it.”
“I know that.” Mickey states impatiently as if wondering why she's stating the
obvious.
“And you’re still gonna do it?”
“No.” Mickey says.
“No?” Mandy asks surprised.
“S’what I said.”
“Oh. Okay! Cool.” She laughs, relieved. “That’s great Mick.” She squeezes his
shoulder and he gives her a reluctant smile. “Okay then. I'm gonna go get
dressed. You’re totally favoring your baby sister though, right?”
Mickey raises an amused eyebrow. “I seem to remember you bringing up in the
meeting how favoring my boyfriend is wrong, but if it’s you that’s okay?”
“Oh, shut up.”
Mickey laughs and walks back into the empty class to rejoin the others. Mandy
rushes back to the auditorium still giggling to herself.
 
                      ~0~0~0~0~
 
 
“Welcome to the annual Hyde Park Academy High fashion show.” Mickey scoffs when
he sees who the host standing on stage is. “I’ll be your host, Cayden.” The
crowd doesn’t even wait for him to say his last name before they’re going wild.
He grins and models a little himself making the cheering from the ladies even
louder. He finally waves their noise down. “Okay, alright. Our judges tonight
include,” he turns to look at the four students on the table right below the
stage. “Freddy Crawford, Mickey Milkovich, Sapphire Jones and last but not
least we got Shelby Brooks.” While the others stand and wave when their names
get called, Mickey just waves his middle finger and doesn’t even turn around.
Everybody knows who he is. The student body laughs, clearly none of them
surprised.
Though Nelson at the corner who's been put in charge of supervising the fashion
show frowns at him in disapproval. It takes a lot for Mickey not to flip him
off too.
Fred walks towards the stage and gestures for Cayden to come closer. He
whispers, telling him what they discussed and Mickey just opens his book ready
to take down whatever the hell he’s supposed to. He can't wait to see Ian in
all his outfits. He just knows his boyfriend is going to rock them like no
one’s fucking business.
“This just in, there is going to be an extra judge joining us to avoiding
getting ties.” Cayden announces. “Ladies and gentlemen welcome your additional
judge, Carrie Yazel!” people clap just as the girl comes out from the back
stage, waving at everyone before Cayden guides her down the steps and she sits
on the very end next to Fred.
“Hey guys.” Carrie greets them with a smile. The rest wave back but Mickey just
grunts in acknowledgement.
Mickey has never seen her dress like a girl, ever. She's always been a tom boy.
But at least she's fashionable about it. He figures she wouldn’t be here
otherwise. The thought makes him frown because he’s not here for his fashion
sense but rather his personality. Oh well.
After the crowd has settled down to just soft murmuring, Cayden clears his
throat. “Okay then. The first outfits our beautiful models will be modeling is
the official wear.” The student body claps as Mickey slants in his chair
getting ready to judge the shit out of this thing. “Starting us off is Dean.
Dj, cue music.”
“Now remember,” Fred starts and Mickey bends in the boy’s direction to hear him
clearly. “Even though your bae is going to be on that stage, you still need to
be impartial.”
Mickey side eyes the journalist just as Dean is walking down the stage. “I know
how to be fair, Alfred.”
“I’m just saying, it might be hard to choose a better outfit that the one Ian
will be wearing, but try.”
Mickey just huffs as they both direct their attention to Dean. He’s in a brown
fitting suit and Mickey thinks he just looks like a guy in a suit. He wonders
if there’s something specific he should be looking for, frowning when all the
ladies are already writing shit down. Fred isn’t however, which makes Mickey
feels better and less of an amateur.
Dean walks back and forth one more time, stares at the judges, the ladies to be
specific –winking at his girlfriend- before turning around and going back
stage.
“Wyatt is up next.” Cayden lifts the mic to his mouth and announces over the
music. He keeps talking about random shit, describing the suit and random facts
about Wyatt just like he did with Dean. All this time the model is just walking
up and down the stage with his black suit. Once again, Mickey doesn’t see
anything special apart from Dillon’s friend in a suit.
He puts his pen down.
Four more guys get called before finally Cayden announces Ian and the crowd is
already giving him a standing ovation before he even comes through the
curtains. Mickey's chest swells with pride. The other guys got cheered on too
but Ian's applause is the loudest so far. Mickey doesn’t know if they’re
supposed to put that into consideration.
“Crowd favorite. No surprise there.” Carrie says before writing something down
right as Ian walks out and onto the stage. Mickey glances at the others and
they’re all taking down notes. He wants to grab their books and read what the
fuck they’re saying about his baby.
Mickey really wants to reign in his smile, he really, really does. And God
knows he tries, but he can't. Good God his boyfriend looks amazing. He’s in a
suit, just like the rest, but he chose not to wear a tie, thus looking less
serious. The suit is grey, with a black collar, and he accompanies it with a
white shirt that’s fully buttoned up. And with that hairstyle, fuck if Mickey
doesn’t want to eat him up. He’s wearing the shiniest black shoes Mickey has
ever seen and modeling like he was made for the runway.
Mickey can only imagine how many girls and boys are undressing him right at
this moment.
When Ian does his final lap, he gets to the very front of the stage, faces the
judges and gives them a dashing, blinding smile. In his periphery Mickey sees
Shelby fanning herself. Fuck favoritism, Ian won that round in Mickey's book.
Speaking off, he finally opens his book and writes: Official wear – Ian. Fred
rolls his eyes and Mickey glares at him. “What?”
“You gotta include two more. We talked about this.”
Mickey nods. Right. He’d forgotten since he only saw Ian. He thinks hard about
what two other suits impressed him. When none comes to mind, he just writes
down the two people he recognized. He is terrible at this job.
“There’s one more guy Mickey.” Fred tells him. “At least give him a chance.”
“You’re confusing me and I will fucking punch you.”
Fred raises his hands in surrender, smirking.
It doesn’t matter with the last guy anyway because he chose a grey suit just
like Ian who clearly outshines him. It wasn’t his luck having to follow the hot
Gallagher redhead. Mickey smirks at Fred triumphantly and the guy just waves
him off with a “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“And now for the ladies!” Cayden announces and the crowd goes into another
frenzy.
“Stop peaking at my shit.” Mickey chastises Fred.
“Then hide it better.” The journalist says and Mickey has to resist choking
him.
Mandy is apparently the first one out. She's wearing what Cayden calls a pencil
skirt. It’s black in color and she accompanies it with a blue blouse that
brings out her eyes. Her white heels look really high and he’d be worried if he
hasn’t seen her on the dance floor with heels that size on several occasions.
Mickey tilts his head trying to see the similarities between the skirt and a
pencil and he’s at a loss.
What the fuck?
Mickey decides official wear is officially boring as everyone continues to
model across the stage to the music, dressed like they’re all going to fucking
interviews. He needs the next outfit. Especially when he doesn’t know how to
decide which of the three girls were his favorite. He decides to go with color.
Mandy makes it to his number two because her shoes were the highest and you
gotta be badass to model in those death traps.
His number one is their classmate Sandy because she smiled at the judges.
.
“How much fun are we having so far guys?” Cayden continues to MC and the crowd
just loves him. It makes Mickey sneer. “Okay so next we got casual wear. Now,
they need to impress the judges with these because this is how we dress every
day.” He says. “Okay so ladies and gentlemen, Dean!”
The Dj plays another song and Dean walks out in light blue jeans, torn at the
knees but don’t quite reach his ankles, he accompanies it with a navy blue
shirt and has glasses on. He looks really good and Mickey puts him down as his
number two.
Fred sighs beside him. “You gotta wait to see all of them Mick.”
“It’s Mickey to you. And I will take him off the list if someone else outshines
him.
“U-huh.” Fred narrows his eyes at him. “I can't help but notice you left the
number one spot open.”
“Shhh.” Mickey ignores him and turns back towards the stage just as Dean is
walking off.
The second person is Benny also from the football team. Most of the models are
either on the team or are cheerleaders. So predictable. Now that he knows Ian
is number six though, his leg doesn’t stop shaking in anticipation until Cayden
announces his boyfriend’s name. The redhead continues to kill the audience
softly with his simple white t-shirt, black jeans and a black leather jacket.
He models, carefree and confident. Till he gets to the front again like before
and with his hands in his pockets, smiles that infectious smile at the audience
this time.
Mickey grins at the soft curses he hears behind him.
Fuck the judges, they need to leave this shit to the audience.
It definitely makes sense that Ian makes it to all of Mickey's top 3. Or rather
top 1.
When Mandy walks down the makeshift runway, Mickey wonders why she dresses like
a whore most of the times if she is capable of looking this presentable. Cayden
twirls her as she walks by with her red_pants, black long sleeved top and black
heels, albeit shorter than the last ones. Her black hair lands on her shoulders
elegantly and even Sapphire on his right is impressed.
He puts her down as number one on his list and is proud when no one outdoes
her. In his opinion.
.
 
“The third outfit, then we can take a one hour break, is sportswear!” Cayden
says. “This should be interesting.
Indeed. Mickey thinks as he leans back on his seat.
Dean comes out with what Cayden calls a falke fitted blue top that shows off
his six pac, grey sweat pants and white sport shoes. It takes Mickey a while to
figure out why the ladies are screaming and why Sapphire’s face is practically
red. Dude is going fucking commando!
Without even seeing the rest Mickey knows Dean has already won this round
seeing as three judges are ladies. Unless Carrie is a lesbian in which case it
could go either way.
Mickey smirks when the ladies cheer Dean off the stage. This fashion show thing
is kinda fun. Fuck Freddy for not inviting him every year.
Wyatt has some really nice legs, even Mickey can admit that. Gordon on the
other hand could give Mickey's ass a run for its money. Ian comes out with a
navy blue and red track suit, barely showing any skin, accompanied by white
sport shoes. Mickey can practically feel the crowd’s disappointment. Well,
that’s until he gets to the very front, tags his zip low, low, lower exposing
his gorgeous chest and tout stomach, then just as quickly zips it back up. He
winks at the crowd and then he’s doing his second lap, with the student body
still applauding him noisily. Heck, even some guys are whistling. With the way
the ladies are going crazy over sportswear, Mickey wonders how they’re supposed
to survive the beach wear. He just shakes his head and waits for the ladies
turn, stretching his hands over his head.
“Having fun?” Fred asks him and they’re both surprised when Mickey gives him a
smile.
“A little bit.”
“Glad to hear it.” The other boy replies with a pleased smile, before they turn
to watch Mandy model down the stage.
Mandy is wearing a yellow sports bra, exposing her pierced belly button, and
what Mickey wants to call black hot pants –but knows they’re not. And he didn’t
hear what Cayden called them over the guys’ loud shouting- with yellow stripes.
When she turns around to do her second lap it’s the boys turn to be noisy.
Mandy gets back to the front and flips her hair with a smile. Mickey sees Fred
put her down as his number one. Now who’s being unprofessional?
Dick.
Mickey's number one is a girl named Cate because her outfit is a tennis one.
And she even has the ball and the thing that serves the ball. Whatever the fuck
it’s called. Mickey thinks that was very creative of her.
Sportswear - Cate
 
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When they take that break everyone is buzzing with excitement. The judges
huddle for a second, just so they can see who’s on the lead so far. Apparently
the only outfit Ian has failed so far is the sportswear. Mickey's not worried.
His boyfriend is taking this thing. They still have the beach, cultural and
creative wear.
He can't wait.
In the meantime, he needs to see said boyfriend. Give him some confident boost.
He finds Ian waiting for him just outside the door and the redhead grabs his
hand, keeps pulling him and doesn’t stop until they’re in the janitor’s closet.
As soon as the door is closed Ian is kissing him like Mickey's the air he needs
to breathe. They break away and Ian takes a deep breath.
“How am I doing out there love? I'm so fucking nervous.”
Mickey rubs his hands. “You have nothing to be nervous about, no one can even
tell.” Ian nods, but still looks unconvinced. Mickey sighs and reaches for the
sachet of lube in his back pocket. He scoffs at the way Ian perks up. Mickey
gives it to him and Ian is already turning him around and pulling down his
jeans. “You better not come inside, I'm not judging uncomfortably with your
jeez in my pants. Shit.” He shuts his eyes and braces his hands on the wall
when two slick fingers breach his entrance. The redhead bites on his lobe
gently.
“I need this babe.” Ian whispers giving Mickey goose bumps. “Need to get rid of
some of these nerves.”
“Whatever you gotta do babe.” Mickey says, and he means it. He sighs
contentedly as Ian grabs both his hips so he can slowly push in.
They both sigh loudly when he’s fully sheathed. Mickey thinks maybe he needs
this too. Then again he always needs Ian's dick. His boyfriend pulls out only
to slam in hard, his large palm automatically reaching to cover Mickey's mouth
to muffle his loud yelp.
“Yes.” Ian hisses as he continues fucking into Mickey. “Yesssss, baby.”
Mickey can only moan in Ian's hand as he gets lost in the immense pleasure he
can never get enough of.
.
Ian ensures there’s no one in the hall as they leave the closet. They
straighten their clothes so they can go looking for their friends. The break
was for an hour and they’ve already used up twenty minutes. That was no
quickie.
“Yo, Ian Gallagher.” Someone calls and the couple turns around.
Ian's face falls when he sees the bully that wanted Reggie to eat off the dirty
cafeteria floor. “Can I help you?” he snaps.
“Just wondering why you defended that guy even after he humiliated you.”
“Because I'm human.” Ian replies. “You should try it sometime.”
The guy scoffs. He looks like the type that practically lives in juvie. “You’re
too fucking nice.”
Ian is betting this guy just saw an opportunity to bully someone and took it.
It probably wasn’t even about Ian to him. Ian steps towards him so they’re less
than an inch apart. “I don’ recall assigning you punishing duty.” He spits. “I
don’ even fucking know you. So stop being as asshole in my name. Understood?”
Ian and Mickey are just beginning to walk away when the guy goes; “Just let me
kick his fucking ass. Teach him a fucking lesson.”
Ian has just about had it with this idiot. He turns around and punches him so
hard the guy lands on his ass. Mickey chuckles. “Nice.”
“FUCK!” The bully cries out. “Did you see that?” he asks Mickey who’s standing
behind a heaving Ian.
“See what?” Mickey asks, as if he has no clue what the guy is talking about.
“He fucking hit me!” the guy yells pointing at Ian who's straightening up,
feeling better and not regretful at all. “You’re not gonna do anything?”
Mickey looks at the guy like he’s bonkers. “I didn’t see nothing.” He puts his
hand on Ian's lower back. “Let’s go Ian.”
 
 
 
 
 
To Be Continued.........
***** Chapter 62 *****
Chapter Notes
     i have been waiting for writers to include Carrie Yazel in their
     stories but i haven't seen anything yet. guess i'm the first. yeei!
     it's been a while since i've said something on the notes so this is
     me. typing nothing in particular but rather wasting your time when
     all you wanna do is get on to the story.
     my apologies
     but listen, this is important. i love you guys so much!
     that being said,
     Warning!
     there is no warning. i just haven't said that in a while. he he he he
     hee
     no wait,
     Christmas is a time of fun but remember, don't drink and drive, or
     drink and horse, or drink and mortorbike. yeah? that way we can get
     to chapter 200 together, yes? tihihihihihihii
     proceed!
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                        8 year old Mickey Milkovich is about to bite on a piece
of cake when he hears a loud familiar cry. He turns around sharply, immediately
recognizing Ian's distraught voice. Dropping and momentarily forgetting his
cake, he turns around just in time to see red hair run out of their class. Mrs.
P is nowhere to be found so this is up to him.
It’s Mason’s 8th birthday, and his rich parents had decided to throw him a
party in school, so he can have fun with his fellow classmates. The class was
littered with red, yellow and one green balloon that Mickey thinks was
purchased by accident. There is enough cake for the kids to eat and vomit later
from having too much. Mickey was enjoying himself until a minute ago when his
bestfriend had rushed out of the class upset.
He runs out after Ian, to find him sited on the floor in the hallway, hugging
his knees with his head buried in his arms. He’s still sobbing albeit not as
loud.  Mickey kneels beside him, placing a hand on his knee carefully.
“Ian?” he calls and when Ian raises his head, Mickey can feel anger slowly
building from deep inside his stomach to his chest. He unknowingly clenches his
hands. “What’s wrong?” he asks Ian who’s face is red and cheeks wet with tears.
“Ma…“ Hiccup. “Ma…“ Hiccup. "Mason." Hiccup. “’Pushed m…“ Hiccup. “Me.” Hiccup.
“Over gree-“ Hiccup. “Green balloon.”
“Mason pushed you over the green balloon?” Ian nods. “Did you get hurt?” Ian
shows Mickey his elbow where it’s scrapped. He stands up, hands still clenched
in anger. “Do you want another balloon? Maybe a red or a yellow one?” It’s
Mason’s birthday, and if he wants the green balloon Mickey is willing to get
Ian another. Too bad for the other boy that the green one is the one Ian wants.
The redhead shakes his head ‘no.’ “I want the green one!”
Mickey unclenches his hands and looks down at his best friend that he would do
anything for. “Did you see it first?”
Ian angrily gets up and stumps his foot. “No!” he shouts. “But I want it!”
8 year old Mickey understands that it would be very unfair to take the balloon
from Mason, but Ian is pouting, his tears beaming on his eyelids and looking
like he wants to start crying again. In the years to come Mickey will realize
that Ian is his weakness, but all he knows right now is he wants that
toothless, freckled smile in the place of the angry, upset crying.
So he grabs both of Ian's hands. “Okay.” He promises. “I’ll get it for you.”
Ian sniffs and wipes snort off his nose with the back of his hand. “Promise?”
Mickey nods once and then he’s rushing back into class. He finds Mason being
the center of attention as it should be seeing as it’s his day. He’s waving the
green balloon around as he tells a story. Mickey taps the other boy who’s only
slightly taller than him and Mason turns around with his mouth and cheeks
covered in cream from the cake.
Mickey points at the balloon. “You hurt Ian.”
Mason shrugs. “My party my balloon.” He proclaims.
“Give him the balloon.” Mickey commands.
Mason pouts, already afraid of fellow 8 year old Mickey Milkovich. Too bad his
pout doesn’t do anything to Mickey. It just makes the small boy want to get his
best friend what he wants even more.
“If you don’t give Ian that balloon, I will get a dead cockroach every day and
put it on your chair, or on your desk, or in your fucking hair, I don’t care!”
Mickey threatens, fully aware of Mason’s fear of insects.
“But I saw it first!” the other boy insists.
“It's the one Ian wants.”
“But it’s my birthday.” Mason whines.
“I. Don’t. Care. Give it back!” he growls between clenched teeth. “Give it.
Now.”
Mason blinks up at Mickey, but doesn’t move. The small but intimidating
Milkovich lifts an impatient eyebrow, before nodding towards the door. The
birthday boy drops his head, his bottom lip quivering as he walks outside the
class, to follow Ian. Mickey sighs, not liking what he just had to do, but also
aware it’s not even the first of the many times he will have to put Ian first.
And when the redhead comes running back into class, happy grin on with the
missing tooth and waving the balloon around, Mickey knows it was worth it.
“Thanks Mickey!” Ian hugs him tightly around his neck. When he pulls back he’s
giggling, even though the traces of tears are still there.
“You want cake?” Mickey hands him a piece. He notices Mason on the other side
of the room, playing with the red and orange balloons and laughing with his
friends, incident seemingly forgotten.
Ian bites on the piece of cake, before wiping the cream on the green balloon
then licking off of it happily. He gives Mickey another happy grin then runs
around the class waving the balloon.
Yeah, it was definitely worth it.
 
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Mickey kisses Ian lightly, before they both part outside the auditorium to get
back to their respective jobs. He thinks about the bully asking him to do
something about Ian hitting him and he laughs. To date he doesn’t understand
how people usually expect him to take their side over Ian's. Like, how can they
not know his boyfriend will always come first? That Ian will always win in
Mickey's book no matter what?
He scoffs and shakes his head, while heading back to the judges table. Sapphire
and Shelby are already sited, as they talk animatedly about something. Mickey
drops back on his seat and clears his throat.
“Both of you have better not be making some deal about how Dean will win over
Ian.” He warns. “Because that shit won't fly with me.”
Sapphire rolls her eyes. “So you’re telling me if I were to check your book
right now, Ian wouldn’t be number one in everything so far?”
Mickey squints his eyes at her but doesn’t reply. She's got a point.
Shelby sighs loudly from the far end. “Guys, I promised these students you
would both be fair regardless of the fact that your other halves are up there.”
“Relax Shelby.” Sapphire says. “You, Carrie and Freddy still have to vote.”
“Settle down! Settle down! Everybody!” a loud Cayden with the microphone
interrupts them just as the other two judges rejoin them. Mickey scoffs when he
sees he boy has changed his outfit too. Dick. “Is everybody ready for round
two!” if there’s anything the student body is good at, is making noise. Mickey
shuts his ears as people clap, and scream and yell and whistle and chant
‘Ready! Ready! Ready!’ repeatedly. Cayden then gestures for people to calm down
and when they do he holds the mic to his mouth again. “Okay so the outfit
starting us off on the second round is the beach wear!”
The crowd goes crazier than it has since they started the fashion show and they
don’t quiet down no matter how hard Cayden tries. The other boy walks down the
stairs and hands the microphone to Mickey. The brunette rolls his eyes but gets
up.
Except,
The moment he stands up and faces the students, people go completely quiet. He
smirks but tells them anyway. “Yo fuckers! You can get excited all you want but
unless you shut your fucking pie holes this shit ain’t happening.”
“Milkovich! Language!” Nelson yells at him and Mickey does flip him off this
time. The teacher glares at him but Mickey doesn’t care. Ian told him about the
teacher fucking Cayden and he’s ready to use that against him.
He sits back down, Cayden mouthing, ‘thank you’ at him and Mickey gives him a
reluctant smile that dies the moment the guy turns around.
“Okay then, ladies and gentlemen Dean!”
The guys don’t really have much options when it comes to this particular
attire, so they basically all just walk down the runway shirtless and it ends
up being totally uncreative for the judges, even though it’s clearly the best
outfit for the crowd. Mickey's not going to lie, he blatantly checks out all
the abs and chests, his pen in his mouth. It is his job as a judge after all.
As long as his jealous boyfriend doesn’t find out that is.
When his boyfriend does walk out wearing red trunks and shirtless just like the
rest, he has to swallow when his mouth gets watery, especially when Ian winks
at him suggestively.
“I gotta say,” Fred starts. “That didn’t do much for me a straight guy. I mean
I got my own abs.”
Mickey glances at the guy’s midsection then scoffs. “If you say so.”
“Oh fuck off, I do.” Fred insists.
Mickey gives him an incredulous look. “Bitch, the only abs I care about are the
ones making it to number one on this list.” He taps his book.
“Surprise. Surprise.” Freddy replies dryly.
“And now for the ladies!” Cayden announces and the deep voices that yell and
shout in excitement are surprisingly louder than the female shouts.
Mickey pulls out his phone when Mandy walks down the makeshift runway. He knows
his sister and going by how crazy the boys get, she's practically naked.
He looks up after she's gone, and is happy to note the female beach outfits are
a little bit more creative. Every one different the one before them. He writes
down his favorite three.
Needless to say his sister doesn’t make that list.
.
The cultural wear is interesting and fun and the judges have a blast.
“Judges, we have a surprise for you. Instead of each model coming up with his
or her own outfit,” Cayden starts. “The rules were changed a bit and they will
model in pairs.”
“I don’t like this.” Sapphire voices, letting her jealousy show.
Mickey's not worried, already aware that his boyfriend and his sister will pair
up.
“You know, just to lighten things up.” Cayden says and the crows claps.
“Bring it on!” Carries shouts and the judges nod in agreement.
Just like Mickey had predicted, two couples walk down the runway with Indian
outfits. Granted they are not the same, but the four models lose points for
creativity.
Dean walks down the runway with Sandy dressed in Chinese outfits and Sapphire
squints at them suspiciously the entire time. But when Dean blows her a kiss on
their final lap she visibly calms.
More outfits keep being modeled, the last more creative than the first. Ian and
Mandy get called out and Mickey sits up but Wyatt and another cheerleader are
the ones who walk out dressed as  Nigerians. They look really good and Mickey
knows he has a tough decision to make ahead of him.
“Man, this will be a tough one.” Fred echoes Mickey's thoughts. “I bet you
Ian's won't be the best after all these we’ve seen.”
“Suck my dick.”
“No thank you?” Fred replies with a grimace.
Mickey turns to look at him just as the Dj changes the music. “I’m sorry, that
sounded like a question. Are you not sure if you want to suck my dick or not?”
Fred opens and closes his mouth wordlessly. “Jesus Mickey, no! I was just
shocked by that insult. Which in hindsight is absolutely something you’d say.”
“If you say so.” Mickey turns back towards the stage unbothered, which clearly
grates on the journalist’s nerves.
“Would you stop saying that?”
Mickey places his fore finger on his lips and points to Cayden who’s announcing
Ian and Mandy as the final couple. Well, this Mickey never saw coming. He
glances at Freddy and smirks when his jaw literally drops open at how amazing
Ian and Mandy look.
“Last but not least, Ian and Mandy dressed in a Maasai outfit.” Cayden explains
reading from his cards. "The Maasais are from the African country, Kenya.”
The crowd is marveling behind the judges and Mickey nudges Fred, fully aware
they’ll be number one on his list too.
"I hate you." Fred whispers and Mickey just smirks triumphantly. 
The brunette tilts his head, wondering how Ian was able to find an outfit where
he could still show his chiseled chest, while still looking unique and hot as
all can be. The outfit is orange in color and the beads accompanied with the
knife Mickey hopes is fake just compliment the entire outfit so well. Mandy’s
outfitis orange too, but the beads that are on her head and neck… she looks
even better than Ian. And the two walking together like that, win over the
hearts of the audience and the judges. He knows this when all the judges but
him stand to clap for them.
He is glad he talked Ian out of going Indian. He knows it’s easy to get
anything online these days but this outfit must have given them a little
trouble. Totally worth it though.
.
“The final outfit for the day and the judges favorite category is the creative
wear!” Cayden announces. “Let’s hope the models are ready to blow our minds.”
The creative wear is a disaster.
Entertainment for the audience, but for most of the models, major
embarrassment. The girl who comes down wearing bottle tops trips on them and
kisses the floor, the boy who walks out with leaves keeps flashing his
underwear and thus his dick. Mandy who’s also dressed in leaves_and_branches,
her left boob keeps getting more and more visible the more she catwalks. Sandy
walks down with a dress made out of plastic bags that’s just not appealing at
all. Then there’s Wyatt who comes out with a jacket made out of condoms and he
gets disqualified by Nelson.
If anything its only Ian and Dean who make it out safely. Ian with his
newspaper short and shirt and dean in his trouser and vest made out of a sack.
Mickey bets that shit itches like a motherfucker though.
By the time Cayden is announcing the final model the judges can't stop
laughing. Mickey knows he’s taking a lot of students by surprise with his
unabashed laughter, but this last category is just fucking hilarious and he
can't stop the tears running down his face if he tried.
“While the judges compose themselves, we will take a short break and when we
come back, each model with present to us their talent. It should be
entertaining and should keep the judges on their toes.”
Mickey scoffs when he remembers telling Mandy her talent is downing shots.
Fred leads them to one of the classes since they’re all empty now. They need to
read from their lists who took which position so they can decide which model
takes which trophy for a particular outfit. They sit around a circle and Fred
clears his throat. “I’ll start.” He clears his throat again. “I-“
“Let’s face it.” Carrie interrupts. “Ian killed it in all the categories except
the sportswear.” Mickey frowns at her. “He’s number one in all my lists.”
Fred rolls his eyes. “Who won your outfits for the sports wear?”
“Dean.” Carrie.
“Baron.” Shelby.
“Dean.” Sapphire.
“Dean.” Fred adds.
They all look at Mickey who shrugs. “Ian.”
“Mickey.” They all chorus and he raises his hands defensively. “Did you see
what he did before walking out?” he asks. “’That zip thing that exposed his-“
“You see that chest every day, Mickey.” Sapphire berates.
“Says the girl who voted for her boyfriend. Hey, how come no one’s giving her
shit?”
“Because it’s well deserved.” Freddy says.
Mickey just shrugs again. “My vote stands.”
“Don’t matter, you’ve been outvoted.” Fred says and Mickey just flips him off.
The rest of the outfits they start voting for the numbers two and three since
they’re all in agreement Ian took the number one spot. They then move to girls
and Mickey snorts when he sees Mandy is number one in all of Freddy’s lists. He
squints at the journalist.
“You know she's taken, right?”
“I was just doing my job.”
“Right, right, right.” Mickey nods and rubs his thumb across his nose. “If you
think I’m violent, Dillon doesn’t fuck around. And I won't step in on your
behalf.”
It’s Fred’s turn to flip him off. “I don’t want your sister.” Mickey snorts. “I
don’t.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Can we vote please?” Carrie interrupts impatiently.
“Can you maybe shut the fuck up please? You were nothing but a fucking after
thought.” Mickey snaps.
“Mickey!” Sapphire and Shelby both chorus, while Carrie Yazel looks at him,
baffled. But Mickey doesn’t care. There’s something about her that keeps
rubbing him the wrong way. And when this meeting started the feeling
intensified.
“I'm sorry I was just trying to-“ she licks her lips. “We have ten minutes.”  
Just as Mickey is busy glaring at Carrie there’s a knock at the door and
Cayden’s head peaks in. “Four minutes guys.”
 
 
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For the talent show there’s dancing, there’s singing and more singing and, does
everyone in this school fucking sing? Then Baron comes on stage and dribbles a
soccer ball without dropping it and Mickey's impressed. Then there’s more
dancing and then Ian is coming on stage. Mickey sits upright, eyebrows raised
when a microphone stand and a long stool are placed in front of him. When the
guitar shows up, Mickey smiles already knowing a song is in order.  
Ian clears his throat and start playing the guitar, the entire student body
100% silent, waiting to hear what their quarterback has in store for them.
                             I found a love for me
                          Darling just dive right in
                              And follow my lead
                    Well I found a boy beautiful and sweet 
               I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
                 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Mickey is practically grinning from ear to ear. He alternates between looking
at Ian and the pen in his hands. His boyfriend’s voice and the lyrics of the
song are getting to him and his heart that’s already full with affection for
the redhead gets a few sizes bigger.
                            Not knowing what it was
                            I will not give you up
            But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
                     And in your eyes you're holding mine
            Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms
             Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
       When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
              But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight
Yeah well Ian always looks perfect to Mickey too and he doubts that will ever
change.
                Well I found a boy, stronger than anyone I know
         He shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share his home
              I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
                               To carry my love
                    We are still kids, but we're so in love
The way Ian is looking straight at him as he sings makes Mickey blush while
falling more in love with the redhead. This is the first time he is singing
publicly but he doesn’t even look it. He looks like he’s been performing for
crowds all his life. Like he confesses his love for Mickey in front of the
school all the time.
                           Fighting against all odds
                       I know we'll be alright this time
                          Darling, just hold my hand
                               I'll be your man
                         I see my future in your eyes
“Aw.” Mickey hears someone coo at the back and he has to rub his face that
hasn’t stopped feeling warm since Ian started singing.
            Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
             Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
                          I have faith in what I see
                   Now I know I have met an angel in person
                             And he looks perfect
                             I don't deserve this
                           You look perfect tonight
 This time Mickey is the only one among the judges who stands to give a
standing ovation, but then again so does majority of the student body. Mickey
sniffs trying his best not to let a tear fall in front of his fellow students.
Ian waves with a huge smile, before promptly leaving the stage.
 “Wow.” Cayden stays clearly impressed too. “Judges ten minutes to decide?” 
He asks them and Fred nods while Mickey takes a seat. They huddle together
again to conclude whose talent was the best, before handing over the results
together with those of the outfits.
 
 
 
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“This year’s Mr. and Mrs. Hyde Park Academy two thousand seventeen are Ian
Gallagher and Sandy Fuller!” Cayden announces and Ian and Sandy hug once before
Mandy is jumping into his arms to hug him tightly.
“Called it!” she announces and Ian laughs.
“Sorry you didn’t win.”
She scoffs. “I’m taking home three first place trophies for three of those
outfits.”
Ian nods. “Yeah. You did great Mands.”
“Probably would have had four if my pussy of a brother could look at my bikini
outfit.”
Ian laughs just as Mickey gets up on stage, kissing Ian once on the lips. “I
didn’t want to fucking scar myself.” He gestures at Mandy’s form and she just
rolls her eyes.
“Guys, guys, guys.” Cayden talks over everyone trying to get people’s
attention. “Our King has something to say.”
Ian still holding Mickey's hand grabs the microphone and steps forward. You
could hear a pin drop from how quiet the place suddenly gets. “First of all,
thanks judges and thank you guys for your support.” Fred salutes him while a
few people clap and whoop. “But there’s something important I need to address.”
He says looking at everyone just as Dillon helps Mandy off the stage. “Guys, I
need you, all of you to lay off Reggie.” Loud boos resonate throughout the
space and Ian shakes his head adamantly. “No listen, I never told anyone to go
after him and I'm now putting a stop to it.” He says his expression meaning
business. “What he did wasn’t nice but no one deserves to be bullied. Alright?”
a few people nod reluctantly. “You gotta stop with the bullying. If I find
anyone, anyone at all hurting Reggie in any way, you will deal with me.”
He hands the mic back to Cayden and the latter dismisses people while the Dj
plays music. The student body goes crazy and starts dancing, especially the
people at the back and it doesn’t take a genius to know they're inebriated.
“Congrats babe.” Mickey whispers in Ian's ear and the taller boy kisses him
again. This time lingering while students dance around them, no one paying
attention to them.
When they pull away, Mickey looks around and he finds Fred still sited by the
judges table. His eyes are watching something in concentration, while he chews
on his pen. Mickey follows his line of sight and he’s not surprised to see him
watching Dillon and Mandy making out right next to the stage.
Mickey can see something brewing there but he ignores it for now.
Especially when Ian throws a hand across his shoulder and guides him off the
stage. “Where did you get Misai outfit?” Mickey asks.
“Bought it online. And its Maasai.” Ian corrects. “Shit was hella expensive
though. Sorry.” He apologies with a grimace.
Mickey chuckles. “It’s not my money, it’s our money, remember?”
Ian just kisses his neck with a smile.
Chapter End Notes
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     Happy holidays guys!!! &
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***** Chapter 63 *****
 “Yo Milkovich! Wait up!”
Mickey stops and turns around. He scoffs when he sees who it is then keeps
walking.
“Mickey c’mon! This will only take a minute.”
With a loud, impatient huff, Mickey finally stops but doesn’t turn around.
Cayden jogs until he's standing in front of the brunette. “Look, I’ll make this
quick, alright?” Mickey just raises an eyebrow so the other boy continues.
 “I'm sorry what happened, happened. But you have to…”
“I don’t have to do any fucking thing.” Mickey snaps. “Especially coming from
you.”
Cayden sighs and rubs a hand across his face. “I don’t want Ian. Not like that.
Not anymore.”
“Don’ care.” Mickey starts walking again so Cayden places a firm palm on his
chest. Mickey glares at the offending hand and the taller boy immediately pulls
it off.
“Sorry.” He aplogises. “I want to be Ian's friend. I like being Ian's friend.
And you hating me like this…” he sighs. “It would be easier if you just toned
down the animosity is what I'm saying.”
Mickey smirks. “Easier for who?”
Cayden bites on his bottom lip in frustration and looks up at the sky. Mickey
leaves him stewing and walks away. If it’s too much for the guy that Mickey
doesn’t like him, that’s not Mickey's problem. It’s got nothing to do with him
and Mickey will be damned if he makes shit easier for him. Cayden wants to be
Ian's friend, fine. That doesn’t mean the friendship extends to Mickey so he
can go right ahead and fuck off.
Mickey smiles when Dillon waves him over where he's seated on the front steps
of the school, as usual surrounded by Jack, Wyatt and Wayne. Mickey gives them
all bro hugs then leans on the wall next to Dillon.
“How’s it going?” Dillon asks. “Judge Mickey.”
Mickey laughs and takes his cigarette from him. “Oh fuck off, it was fun,
alright?”
Dillon tilts his head. “No judgement here, believe me.”
“So where’s your other half?” Jack inquires since they're usually attached at
the hip.
“Had to do something with Mandy.” He replies then turns to Dillon. “So what's
new?”
Dillon points at Wayne with his thumb. “After Jack and the chlamydia incident,”
they all chuckle as Jack rolls his eyes. “The boys are talking about being
extra cautious with their sex lives.” He explains then nudges Mickey gently.
“You and I don’ gotta worry ‘bout that ‘cause you know, stable relationships
and all. But them….” He trails off.
“Too bad for you man.” Mickey tells them, smoke blowing out of his nose.
“That’s 40% of the pleasure gone right there.”
Wayne sighs. “I know.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a string of
condoms. “Still, I got these.” He raises them at Mickey, his tone conveying his
hate for the rubbers.
Mickey sees Mrs. Kramer walking towards the entrance. “Shit, Kramer.” Wayne
panics and drops the things so Mickey quickly grabs them, putting them in his
pocket.
“No smoking on school grounds Milkovich.” Their principal says before
proceeding up the steps.
Mickey holds his hands out. “What the hell? I'm not even the one holding the
damn stick!”
Dillon just laughs standing up. He drops the cigarette and stamps on it. “Let’s
go guys.” He says just as the bell rings.  
                                        
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Ian and Mandy run down the hallway laughing and chasing each other. She had
needed his help buying a birthday gift for their mother. They are planning a
party for her this weekend and she didn’t know what to get her. So Ian had
chimed in too and together they'd bought her a stroller. She is only five
months along but now until she gives birth, her gifts are going to be gifts for
the baby. She's been getting presents left and right from her friends and
they're all are about the baby. Figures.
“Fourty one. Damn my mom’s getting old. Who gets a child at fourty?” Mandy's
asks.
Ian throws and arm across her shoulder. “Well, your mom obviously.” Mandy
elbows his ribs. “It was obviously unplanned.” He chuckles right before walking
into class.
They split at the door. Mandy heading towards her seat and Ian walking towards
Mickey’s desk. His boyfriend is talking to Dillon animatedly about something
and Ian surprises him by hugging him from behind and tilting his head so he can
give him a short tongue less kiss. Mickey smiles throughout the entirety of it
so it ends up being Ian's lips against his teeth but it still works.
“Hey.” Mickey greets softly, happy to see him even though they left the same
bed this morning.
“Hi.” Ian grins then places one last kiss on him before heading back to his
seat next to Cayden on the other side of the room.
“Morning.” His friend greets.
“Morning!” Ian replies placing his bag on the floor between them.
“Well you’re in a good mood.”
“I am.” Ian smiles at him while digging into his bag for his math book.  “So
how did it go?”
Cayden sighs while playing with a pen. “Was a bust.”
“Told you it wouldn’t work.” Ian reminds him.
“I know he hates me I just didn’t think he hated me so much that even looking
at me would be a problem.”
Ian chuckles. Jealous Mickey is very unreasonable. Even though he claims to
have gotten over the fact that Ian and Cayden hooked up, he will never be okay
with their friendship. He won’t control who Ian is friends with but that
doesn’t mean he will accept the guy with open arms. The fact that Cayden even
wanted to try is hilarious at best.
“I would say give it time but…” Ian shrugs. “I’d be lying.”
Cayden nods solemnly in understanding. “I just wanted to get along with my
friend’s boyfriend is all.”
Ian places his hand on the desk and leans his head on it. “Why is it so
important that you and Mickey get along?” 
Cayden points at himself. “I mean, I can hold my own but I would rather not
fight him. You know?”
Ian laughs. “You would lose.”
“I… I…”
“Would lose.” Ian repeats.
“Well, he does hang around four known violent guys so if you're… fuck. Yeah I
would lose.”
“Even without the guys.” Ian insits.
“I know.” Cayden smiles. “Just trying to make myself feel better.”
Wilson walks in and Ian whispers. “As long as you don’t push his buttons then
you don’t have to worry about that.”
“By that you mean….”
“Stay away from Mickey.”
“Right.”
“Turn your text books to page 101 and if you haven’t done your assignment you
might as well get out of my classroom now.”
Ian cackles. “Pleasant as always.”
.
Wilson is going round the class checking people’s homework while Ian gazes at
his boyfriend lovingly. The first row has already been marked for so the class
is buzzing with loud murmuring from those Wilson isn’t working on. His
boyfriend is chatting with the rest like he always does, occasionally smiling
at Ian when he finds him looking. It fascinates Ian how since the day he fell
for the shorter boy his love has never dwindled but instead increases immensely
on the daily. God, he loves Mickey. He loves him so much sometimes he thinks
there’s no way its healthy. He would do anything for his boyfriend. Would go
anywhere for him. And anyone who tries to come between them, God only knows
what Ian would do.
Mickey is so fucking handsome and their shared hairstyle fits him so well. The
black hair on him and the dimples that rarely appear just make him the most
gorgeous boy Ian has ever laid his eyes on. He's aware his opinion is biased
but he doesn’t care. Right now Mickey is smirking in that way that he likes to
do before hitting Wayne over the head. Ian chuckles when the other boy rubs his
head with a scowl.
He misses when they used to be desk mates but he can’t stare and watch his
boyfriend from up-close. People would think there's something wrong with him.
So right now it’s working out that he's at a distance. Swooning over a boy he
sees every day and sleeps next to every night. Jesus Christ he's whipped.
Mickey sneezes and Ian smiles to himself. Even that he makes look adorable. He
reaches into his pocket to no doubt pull out a handkerchief when something
falls out. A few people gasp while others like Dillon start laughing.
Mr. Wilson turns towards the commotion and then he's shouting, “Milkovich, put
those away. Now!”
“Sorry teach, ‘twas an accident.”
“No one needs to know what you get up to during your free time.”
“Sorry sir.” Mickey replies picking up what he dropped. “Won’t happen again.”
Wilson just glares for a few more minutes before going back to marking Shelby’s
work.
Ian frowns and wonders what it is that Mickey dropped. He couldn’t see because
everybody stood up to look at the same time he did. He taps Alan’s desk mate a
girl he doesn’t really know and she turns around. He frowns even harder when
she giggles at him.
“What was it?”
“Well, you should know.” She replies. Ian raises his eyebrows and gives her an
impatient look. She rolls her eyes like he's stupid. “Condoms.”
Ian leans back on his seat. “Thanks.”
He frowns down at the hands on his lap, his heart dropping the more he keeps
wondering why Mickey would have condoms on him. Last he checked neither of them
even knows what they cost.
Fingers wrap around his wrist and then; “Hey, they could be Dillon's.” Cayden
says.
“Oh shit.”
The girl they asked curses and Cayden snaps at her. “Turn around and mind your
own fucking business.” he tells her and she does just that.
That’s possible. Ian thinks. It’s a reasonable answer that would make sense
except; “Mandy and Dillon don’t use them either.”
“Then they belong to one of the other guys.” Cayden tries.
Ian looks at him. Nods to show he’s hearing what Cayden is saying. What he
doesn’t say is the only person Mickey's close to is Dillon. Jack, and the twins
only started talking to them the other day. Why and how would Mickey end up
with any of their condoms? In what fucking context?
Mickey would never cheat on him. Ever. The stripper thing was one time and they
were on a break. Now they're fine and happy and in a relationship. His
thoughts, his insecurities make no sense. He has no reason to suspect Mickey.
Now if only his heart would catch up to his brain. Because all Ian can see is
someone who is not him fucking Mickey. Touching Mickey. Kissing Mickey. His
Mickey and it makes his chest ache in a way it hasn’t in a long time.
Moments ago he was marveling on how intense his love for the other boy is. Now
he hates that he’s so fucking intense, because if he wasn’t then it wouldn’t
hurt this fucking much.
He knows he could just ask. Which he will. But until then the question begs,
why does Mickey have condoms?
 
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                 Dillon is talking. His lips are moving but Mickey's not really
listening. For the entirety of the lesson Ian hasn’t taken his eyes off him.
He's been watching Mickey and not even bothering to look away when Mickey
notices. It had make Mickey's heart flatter in ways that made him so freaking
happy and content to be in love with his precious red head.
But now for some reason Ian will not only look at him, but also looks sad as
fuck. He looks fucking heartbroken and its confusing Mickey so much. One minute
he's smiling and giving Mickey heart eyes, the next he's facing the wall on
purpose and Mickey can’t help but think that he fucked up and he doesn’t
remember doing it.
Pulling his phone out, he shoots a text; You okay babe?
He watches Ian check his phone then put it back in his pocket without even
sparing Mickey a glance. The pain that slashes across Mickey's chest has him
facing forward and away from his friends. He bites on the inside of his bottom
lip and tries to figure out what he could have done wrong without even talking
to his boyfriend.
Fuck.
.
Lesson after lesson after lesson Ian keeps literally running from him. Mickey
wants to grab his boyfriend and shake him. Shout at Ian to tell him what the
fuck is going on in that mind! This is why Mickey's always hoping they never
break up because a few hours of Ian not talking to him always hurt like a
bitch. He can’t imagine having to live his life without the other boy for one
reason or another.
When Ian walks into Econ closing the door right after the teacher, Mickey just
about kicks the door in frustration. He hates how convenient it is that Ian is
now attending the one class they don’t share.
He's walking away when he bumps into none other than fucking Cayden.
This day sucks.
Cayden glances at him once then mumbles a small ‘sorry’ then he's walking away.
Mickey shuts his eyes, the idea of what he's about to do paining him
physically. “Wait.” Cayden stops, looking at him in surprise. Mickey doesn’t
mince words. “Ian's not talking to me.”
Cayden crosses his hands and tilts his head at Mickey. “I didn’t…” he narrows
his eyes at Mickey and the latter wants to punch his stupid face. “I didn’t
hear a question.”  He puts his fore finger behind his ear and faces away so his
ear is directed at Mickey. “What was that?”
“You're a fucking asshole, you know that?”
“Takes one to know one.” Cayden replies straightening up.
Mickey rubs his nose and sniffs. “Aren't you supposed to be getting on my good
side or some shit?”
“According to Ian that’s never gonna happen so,” he shrugs. “figured I'd stop
wasting my time.”
Mickey blinks at him then shakes his head. “Ian’s not talking to me.” He
repeats.
Cayden just walks away and Mickey grits his teeth, annoyed that he even
bothered to ask the fucking idiot.
“It’s the fucking condoms!” Cayden yells before getting into the next class and
Mickey's jaw drops.
“What?”
 
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Mickey rushes to the Gallagher house and pushes the kitchen door open. “Where's
Ian?” he asks Liam who's on the kitchen floor applying butter all over his
face. Mickey pauses and tilts his head, while taking the kid in. “Who else is
home?”
“Fi-ona.” Liam points towards the downstairs bathroom.
Mickey nods once then takes the stairs one at a time. He would take two but his
strides aren't as big as his boyfriend’s. His boyfriend who at the moment is
being unreasonable and is overreacting but here Mickey is. He pushes the door
open but it’s locked. Mickey didn’t even know the thing could do that. He
knocks.
“Go away Fi.”
“It’s me.” He says.
“Go away Mick.” Ian says in the same exhausted tone as before.
Mickey sighs and leans on the door. “Cayden told me why you’re upset.” He
starts. “And you’re wrong.” Silence.
Inside the room Ian sits up but doesn’t say anything.
“I would never cheat on you Ian. C’mon man, where this coming from?” Mickey
pleads from the other side of the door right as he gets a text; 911 Get home
now! He frowns at his phone. The fuck? “Open the door Ian. Gotta give me a
chance to explain, right?”
Ian rubs his face feeling like an idiot. He already knew there was a chance
Mickey didn’t fuck anyone with those condoms but he's a human being with
feelings. That’s where his mind went.
Ian nods once and gets up, straightening his shirt. He walks towards the door
prepared to hear the explanation as to why he overreacted. Except when he steps
out Mickey is nowhere to be found. He's not in the hallway and not in the
bathroom either. Ian goes down the stairs and finds his baby brother using
butter as lotion.
“Liam, no.” he takes it from him and looks around. “Fiona!”
“Yeah?” the voice comes from the bathroom.
Ian lifts Liam, placing him on his hip. “You okay?” he asks the closed door.
“Yeah.” Fiona replies but she doesn’t sound it.
“What's going on?” Ian insists.
“YES! FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK! YES!” Fiona suddenly yells startling both Ian and
Liam into stepping away. He places his brother on his high stool then walks
towards the bathroom.
“Fiona what the fuck?”
His sister walks out waving a pregnancy stick. “I'm not pregnant!” she
announces. “Not pregnant Ian!” She hugs him then walks towards Liam and pulls
him into a hug. “Not, pregnant.” She then frowns down at him. “Oh no, what did
you do?” but she's laughing and not upset at all. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
They climb up the stairs and Ian shakes his head at the entire thing. She needs
to use protection more often.
Protection. Condoms.
“Dammit.” Ian takes his jacket from behind the door and pulls it on. He then
takes off after Mickey towards the Milkovich house.
.
He hears the yelling before he's even climbed up the steps. “You are fucking
insane!” Mickey.
“Fuck off, this is an emergency.” Mandy.
“You made it seem like someone was fucking dying!” Mickey yells back angrily.
“You need to figure out what to get her Mick. Me and Ian already bought our
gift.”
There's a heavy sigh and then, “Me and Ian got some shit to figure out. Let me
go talk to him and then I'll find out what to buy ma.” Ian pushes open the door
and walks in to find Mickey's hand directed towards it as he was about to walk
out. “Ian.”
“Hey Mick.”
Mickey nods once then he's heading towards his bedroom with Ian right behind
him. “You are fucking crazy if you think I'd let my ass anywhere near a dick
that’s not yours.”
Ian barely resists a grin.
Mickey sighs and walks towards the bed. Toeing off his shoes, he gets on it and
lies on his pillow, patting the next one that’s usually Ian's. With a sigh, the
redhead follows suit.
“I know.” The redhead says.
“So what gives?”
“I don’t know!” Ian shouts a little in frustration. “I love the fucking shit
out of you. Of course if I see condoms I'm gonna think…. I'm gonna think…” he
huffs and buries his head in the pillow.
“You're a fucking moron, you know that?”
Ian turns around so he's lying on his back then licks his lips. “I still don’t
know why you had condoms on you.” He says making it clear they're still not
okay till the issue is setttled.
“For fuck’s sake. They belong to fucking Wyatt. Or Wayne. I still can’t tell
them apart yet.” Ian snorts. “Shut up. We were discussing the chlamydia
incident and how they all need to start playing safe. So Wayne or Wyatt pulls
the rubbers out to show them to us.”
“So how did you end up with them?”
“I'm getting there.” Mickey says, amused by Ian's impatience.
“Kramer walked by and the fucker panicked dropping the things. So I grabbed
them and put them in my pocket. Musta forgotten to give them back before
class.”
Ian exhales loudly. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Can you please talk to me next time instead of fucking taking off every time
you see me?” Mickey asks because that shit hurt.
“I don’t know if you’d have wanted me to stop and talk at school Mick. I was
fucking mad.”
“I didn’t do anything!” Mickey defends.
“You had fucking condoms on you. That should never happen again. Doesn’t
fucking matter why. Never.”
“Are you serious?”
“Dead serious.” Ian says and Mickey's is not even surprised by how serious he
is.
“Fine. You will never see me with condoms ever again.”
Ian gives him his famous megawatts smile. “Good.”
“I am in love with a crazy person.”
“You love this crazy person.”
“Unfortunately.”
“Fuck off.” Ian insults straddling Mickey and making the latter laugh loudly
when he blows a raspberry in his neck.
***** Chapter 64 *****
He kisses his boyfriend slow but hard, making Mickey arch off the bed and grab
onto his upper arms. He tilts his head and kisses Mickey like he hasn’t in a
while. He smirks into the make out when he feels Mickey harden in his pants.
His rubs his own clothed hard on against his boyfriend and Mickey pulls back
from the kiss to hiss loudly. Ian smirks proudly again, knowing he's the only
one who can make Mickey feel this way. The only one who can make Mickey weak
with his kisses just like Mickey is the only one for him.
God, he's beautiful. Mickey looks so gorgeous under him like this; pliant and
ready for Ian to do whatever he wants with him. It almost hurts Ian to look at
him. It takes his breath away. But he can't stop looking. He wants to see
Mickey. Wants to see every emotion written on this beautiful expressive face.
He pulls back to undress quickly and Mickey immediately starts doing the same,
neither boy trying to waste any time.
.
Mickey whimpers as Ian thrusts his hips in a slow pace, building up a rhythm
that they can both get used to. He turns to mouth at Ian's shoulder, his legs
wound tightly around his boyfriend’s waist. He closes his eyes and focuses on
not coming too soon. The redhead’s next thrust goes straight to Mickey's
prostate and the latter’s nails dig into Ian's forearm, begging for him to keep
going.
“Fuck baby, shit!” Mickey curses, letting go of Ian to grip onto the sheets
tightly as their bodies continue to move together. The bed knocks onto the wall
with each one of Ian's determined hard thrusts. Mickey tries to meet each one.
A sharp zing of pleasure runs up his spine and he grabs Ian's cheeks to smash
their lips together.
“God, I love you.” Ian moans into the kiss, his movements not slowing down one
bit.
It seems Ian is determined to keep punching pleasure through Mickey.
The brunette opens his legs wider making Ian go in that much deeper. Ian slots
his arms beneath Mickey, as he lifts the shorter boy’s lower body off the bed,
so he's practically in his lap and Ian's dick is buried that much deeper inside
Mickey. Sighing and moaning loudly, Ian stops moving to press kisses to
Mickey's neck, his tongue trailing along the sweaty skin. He continues to
breath heavily, panting out and clearly trying to calm himself enough not to
come.
Mickey can't help the pride he feels at driving Ian this fucking crazy. “Are
you okay?” he asks, caressing the sweaty read hair and sliding it off Ian's
just as sweaty forehead.
Ian nods his head silently, his hands tightening around Mickey. Mickey sighs
happily. He wants them to remain stuck together like this till the end of time.
But right now though, right now he wants to keep going. Wants to drive them
both to their mutual orgasms. He pushes Ian’s chest gently so his boyfriend’s
dick slides out of him, even as Ian protests their disconnection. Mickey makes
his boyfriend lie down so he can straddle him. He grabs the red, hard, shiny,
slippery dick in his hand and jerks it a bit, smirking when Ian bites his
bottom lip before thrusting into his grasp.
When he finally decides to lower himself on his boyfriend’s dick, Ian looks
like he's on the verge of tears. Once Mickey has bottomed out he caresses Ian's
chest, keeping their eye contact. “It’s the same for me you know.” He says
softly, still caressing every part of Ian he can reach. He bends to kiss Ian
gently and the movement has the both of them moaning. “The intense jealousy.”
Kiss. “Getting overwhelmed when you're inside me.” Another kiss.
Ian all but sobs as he grabs the back of Mickey's neck to deepen the kiss.
“You gotta know that.” Mickey continues and Ian nods, his eyes completely
watery.
Ian nods, still doesn’t use his words. Then he's thrusting his hips upwards and
fucking himself into Mickey. A tear falls down his cheek and Mickey's brows
furrow in concern. He wipes the limpid tear away then he's back to looking into
Ian's green eyes. “I'm sorry you thought I cheated on you.” Ian shakes his head
in protest. “If I'd have known…” he trails off but Ian sits up and pulls him
closer before pulling him in for another kiss.
“No more talking.” Ian says, as he starts to take the lead even though Mickey
is the one on top.
Mickey can only nod in agreement
He starts to rock, his pace increasing the heavier their make out gets. Soon
they're moaning heavily as Mickey rides his boyfriend hard into their bed. Ian
lifts Mickey's hips then slams him back down and Mickey all but yells out Ian's
name.
They’ve been going at it for a while however so as soon as long fingers wrap
around his leaking cock he cries out, releasing an audible moan and all his
muscles tighten as he comes. Mickey's body goes limp, his face dazed with
pleasure. Ian flips them and fucks into Mickey five more times then he's coming
too, coating Mickey's inside with his practically hot cum. The redhead pulls
out gently, then drops down next to Mickey. He keeps the brunette pressed
tightly against his chest, as he pulls the blanket up to cover them both.
 
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Just as the boys are basking in the ambiance of their love making, the door
opens and none other than Mickey's mom walks in. Mickey pulls the sheets higher
up to their chests even though their naked bodies are pretty much covered
already.
She wriggles her nose, but still seats on the edge of the bed. Ian and Mickey
both pull up their legs.
“Ma, please leave.” Mickey begs, his face warming up at his mom walking in post
coital. Ian is still caressing his stomach under the covers so he slaps the
soft hand into stopping.
“Is it the baby?” Ian asks, seemingly unaffected by their mom’s presence.
“No.” Mama Milkovich says. “I need to talk to you.” She says looking at both of
them.
Mickey shrugs, as well as he can in his horizontal position. “And that couldn’t
have waited till we left the bedroom.”
She shakes her head. “No. Listen, I don’ want you kids pulling what you did
last year.”
“Which is…?” Mickey raises irritated eyebrows.
“A party!” she exclaims. “I don’t want a party! Please.”
Mickey rolls his eyes. “Fine. No party.”
Ani gets up with a huge smile, albeit a little surprised at how easy that was.
“Good.” She nods then walks towards the door. “May the love making commence.”
“Dammit ma!” Mickey calls just as the door closes behind her. “Boundaries!”
Ian laughs loudly before kissing Mickey's shoulder. “I kinda really love her.”
Mickey scoffs. “She doesn’t respect my sex life.” He says making Ian snicker.
“At all.”
Ian only laughs harder so it’s only fair that Mickey kicks him off the bed.
“Fuck off babe.” Ian says getting up and rubbing his bruised ass cheek.
Mickey holds his hands behind his neck and crosses his legs, taking in his
boyfriend’s naked form. “You know, when you put babe after an insult it’s not
very effective.”
“Fuck off, dick.” Mickey smirks. “So are we really cancelling the party?” Ian
asks getting back in the bed next to Mickey.
Mickey reaches towards the night stand for a cigarette. “Fuck no.”
Ian chuckles as Mickey pulls him into his hold. “Thought so.”
 
 
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When Mickey walks into the cafeteria the next day and sits on their table Mandy
is holding both his and Ian's phones, scrolling through them. He glares at Ian
but his boyfriend is busy paying attention to something Sarah is showing him on
her phone. Mickey tries to take the phones from Mandy but she stands up and
moves on the other side of the table out of his reach.
“The fuck?” he asks grabbing Ian's lunch instead of his untouched one.
“Really?” Ian turns to ask him.
“Oh yeah? So this you see but you're letting her do that?” he gestures at their
phones in Mandy's hands. “How the hell did you even get our passwords?”
“Ian's my best friend.” She points out matter of factly.
Mickey nudges Ian with his elbow hard, relishing in the wince he gets in
return.
“Damn.” Mandy says and Mickey narrows his eyes at her wondering what she found.
“This, is ridiculous.”
“What is?” Ian asks also wondering if she found body parts she shouldn’t have.
“You two are…” she licks her lips. “Even me and Dil aren't like this.”
“Like what?” Mickey snaps impatiently.
“Shit, I can't even tell whose phone belongs to who.” She turns to Dillon.
“Look babe, this is Mick’s phone. Look, look, look, look.” She says the word
for every swipe she makes. “All the photos are of Ian. And check out Ian's
phone.” She swipes a few times. “Same case it’s all Mickey, Mickey, Mickey.”
She scoffs. “At least he's got some of them together unlike my whipped brother
over here who's only got Ian in his phone.”
Mickey stands up and reaches over the table, grabbing both phones. “Mind your
own fucking business.”
“Hi guys.” Freddy approaches their table and gets ‘Hi’s and ‘sup man’ in reply.
“Mandy you left this behind and I figured I'd bring it to you.” He throws the
book on the table and Mandy grabs it.
“Thanks.” Mandy says with a smile and Freddy nods once before walking away.
No one thinks anything of the act. No one even bats an eye at Freddy’s apparent
act of kindness. But Mickey knows. He remembers what happened at the fashion
show and he knows this is just the beginning. Looking after the journalist, he
hopes he won't have to come between the guy and Dillon. Because his best friend
may have toned down since he started dating Mandy but he it doesn’t change the
fact that he's a dangerous guy. Especially when it comes to Mandy.
“You alright?” Ian nudges his shoulder and asks.
Mickey nods biting on the now cold food. “Yeah.”
 
 
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“She's your mom.” Ian says laughing.
“I know that you fuckward. Help me.” He sighs and rubs his hair in frustration.
“I just can't think of what to get her.” He laments. “Got any suggestions?” Ian
lifts his head where he's reading his chemistry book. They're among the few
people in class during free period, since Ian had insisted Mickey isn’t going
anywhere till he's figured out what he's getting his mother.
“No, don’ ask me. You should come up with one on your own.” Ian says.
Mickey glares at his boyfriend but goes back to his exercise book where he's
been jolting down ideas. “I think I'll get her a plant.”
Ian tilts his head. “Seriously? She's already having a child, do you really
wanna give her more responsibility?”
Mickey can see his point so he nods in agreement. “Oh, I know!” he says
excitedly. “I saw this black heels at the mall that she will love the fuck out
of.”
Ian sighs up at the ceiling. “Babe, she's five months pregnant. She shouldn’t
be wearing fucking heels.”
Mickey clicks his tongue. “I thought you agreed I should come up with the gift
on my own?”
Ian raises both hands in surrender. “You're right baby. I'm sorry. Keep going.”
“I can get her socks. She's always saying her feet are cold.”
“Really?”
“Ian!”
“Okay. Sorry, sorry.” The redhead makes a show of zipping his lips. “I'm done.
Sorry.”
Mickey chews the inside of his mouth in thought. Ian may be shutting down all
his ideas but his boyfriend is right. Those ideas suck. “I can talk to my
brothers into chiming in and we can get her a TV for their room.” He says.
“Yeah. That works.”
Ian sniffs and rubs the back of his head.
“What?” Mickey snaps. Ian shrugs, glancing down at his book. “No, what?”
Ian inhales. “I just-“ He winces. “Your mom can't stay still to save her life.
She's always moving around, doing something. When was the last time she sat
through an entire movie? She's never gonna use it.”
Mickey closes his book. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just tell me?” he
asks.
Ian raises both hands again. “Nope. This is up to you.”
“A ring then. Like the one I got you.”
“For God’s sake Mick, she's got Aaron for that!”
“I'm gonna fucking kill you!”
He throws his book in the air and leaves his desk to dash towards Ian. Ian is
quick to run from him and they start chasing each other around the class
jumping over desks. No one pays attention to them, their classmates already
used to their antics.
Mickey doesn’t come up with an idea but instead ends up making out with his
boyfriend against the wall in the back. They're only forced to part when the
bell rings.
 
 
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            A few days later, Ian is leaving the music room and is walking
towards his locker when he finds Dillon leaning against Freddy’s locker. The
bad boy is laughing but there's something about his expression that makes Ian
walk towards them.
“Everything alright?” Ian asks them.
“Sure.” Dillon glances at him but his eyes land right back on Freddy. “I'm just
curious as to why the journalist has suddenly decided to be such a good fucking
Samaritan is all.”
Ian looks at Fred. “What's he saying?”
Fred shuts his locker. “All I did was make sure some stuff that belonged to
Mandy got to her safely and now Miller here is getting all fucking worked up
for nothing.”
“I'm the right amount of worked up!” Dillon snaps. “My girlfriend has been
managing just fine without you. Bring her something else and I will break a
bone.”
“Hey, hey, hey. No need to result to threats.” Ian says stepping between them.
He grabs Dillon and pulls him away from the journalist. “Yo Dil, calm down.
Fred’s actions seem innocent enough.”
Dillon huffs, shrugging Ian's hand off him. “That guy is up to something Ian,
and I swear to God if he crosses me, I'm going to fucking juvie.”
“Will you listen to what you're saying?” Ian asks. “Go talk to Mick or
something. He’ll tell you this is not the big deal you're making it out to be.”
Dillon sighs. “Maybe you're right. I guess I'm just a little confused as to why
now. The guy has never paid attention to Mandy before. Why now?”
Yeah. Ian's been wondering the same thing. But what he knows is that if someone
doesn’t put a stop to this it will turn into something ugly. “I'll talk to
him.”
“Yeah?” Dillon looks at him hopefully. “I'm not trying to lose Mandy man.”
Ian scoffs. “Like that’s ever gonna happen. She loves you man. This is
nothing.” Dillon exhales and nods. “Okay then. Let’s go. The party is tomorrow.
You should come shopping with me, get your mind off things.”
“Cool. Let’s take my car.”
 
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            Saturday finds Ian in the kitchen doing the cooking and serving and
making sure everything in the kitchen is organized. The most difficult meal to
cook had been Varenyky stuffed with meat then served with friend onions and
sour cream. He had left most of it to Mandy though thank God because otherwise
it would have tasted nothing like the one mama Milkovich makes. He can't cook
it for shit. It’s a Ukrainian dish and it’s her favorite and she makes it at
least once a week. Ian always ensures he's around. Mandy is the hostess even
though it’s just family around so Ian's pretty sure she ran away from him.
Mickey went to get his older brothers and they’ll be bringing the alcohol. So
right now it’s just Ian, Mandy and the Gallaghers that were available.
Ian texts Aaron when everyone is present and the older man replies saying
they're on their way.
By the time they're walking through the door and they're yelling surprise, Ani
only frowns for a second but it turns out can't stay too mad because the next
minute she's hugging everyone and saying thank you.
Ian serves her a plate of Varenyky and they sit her down in the love seat so
they can all give her their presents. It turns out –and no surprise there-
everyone except Mickey gets her a child related gift. She tears up and says
thank you, having not expected everyone to come through like this.
When Mickey puts a silver chain around her neck, kisses her on the cheek and
says ‘happy birthday mama’ however, the waterworks come down and she sobs into
Aaron’s chest. It might be the hormones but Ian can tell she's deeply touched.
“Nice gift babe.” Ian kisses Mickey on the cheek a few hours later once the
party is in full force, wrapping an arm around his neck. “You did good.” He
places another kiss on Mickey's dimple when his boyfriend smiles.
“Hey Mick, catch a smoke?” Jamie asks approaching them.
“Sure.” Mickey turns and kisses Ian on the lips this time before following his
brother to the back door.
“I'll come too!” Iggy yells before following them.
Ian watches them go then drops on the couch on Mandy's lap where she's talking
to Fiona. “You need to talk to Fred.” He says.
“About what?” Mandy asks.
“About getting too close to you. Dillon doesn’t like it.”
Mandy rolls her eyes. “Of course he doesn’t like it.” She clicks her tongue.
“Fred hasn’t done anything and I'm not going to cheat on Dillon.”
“You’ve done it before.” Ian mumbles under his breath but she hears anyway.
“Asshole!” Mandy slaps his arm. “Some best friend you are!”
“I'm sorry.” Ian laughs. “I'm just looking out for you. You don’ wanna lose
Dillon, do you?” he asks seriously, glancing at said boy who’s arguing good
naturedly with Tony and Collin in one corner of the room.
“Of course not.”
He slaps the back of her head. “Then do something.”
.
Mickey drops on the steps next to Jamie while Iggy takes the two steps below
them. The three brothers light two blunts and pass them around.
“You been good?” Jamie asks Mickey.
“Yeah. Things are great.”
“Good. Good. Good.” Jamie says before taking the offered blunt from Iggy. “So
wanted to talk to you about something.”
Mickey holds in the smoke he just inhaled and holds his breath. “’Bout what?”
Jamie watches him for a few minutes then exchanges a look with Iggy. “Look, I
know Gallagher’s adamant about you not doing this job. But things have
changed.”
“What do you mean?”
“We need someone we trust to drive the guns to Bridgeport.”
Mickey thumbs his nose, watching the blunt burning between his fingers. “I don’
know man.” He sniffs. “Like I said, things are good. I'm not trying to rock the
fucking boat man.” He says before taking another hit.
Jamie nudges him with his shoulder. “C’mon man. Don’t be a pussy.”
“I'm not. Why can't Collin or Iggy do it?”
“Because they’ll be waiting for you on the other side and Tony and I have to be
here.” He explains. “The guy who was supposed to make the drop crossed us and
had to go.”
“Go where?”
“Come on Mick.” Jamie smiles. “Just to and fro five hours tops. Ma and
Gallagher never have to know.” Mickey passes his blunt to Iggy while Jamie
continues to look at him.
Mickey looks back at the house in thought while chewing his bottom lip raw.
Jamie nudges him one more time.
“What do you say?”
***** Chapter 65 *****
 “You going to work today?” Mickey asks as Ian comes out of the shower and
starting wiping himself down.
Ian bends down to search for boxers and laughs when Mickey moans behind him
where he's watching him from the bed. “Yeah.” He replies. “Why?”
“Isn’t it a bit early?”
“Mandy needs my help with something.” Ian turns around to look at his boyfriend
as he dresses. “You can always come over and keep me company if you’re bored.”
He suggests because he still has to go to work after he's helped his best
friend.
“I know that.” Mickey slides off the bed. He stares at his gorgeous, loving
boyfriend then chews the inside of his mouth. “I love you.” He confesses
walking towards the redhead.
Ian frowns then smiles. “I know.”
Mickey walks closer and caresses Ian's chest. “You love me, right?”
Ian takes both tattooed hands in his own. “’Course.”
“And always will?”
This time when Ian frowns it stays. “What's up?”
Mickey smiles up at him and Ian's worry disappears. “No reason. Just making
sure.”
Ian chuckles at his much shorter boyfriend. “You were already sure.”
Mickey grins up at him. “I guess.”
Ian kisses him again and his lips linger. Mickey opens up for him and they
exchange a sweet, wet kiss that leaves both boys’ stomachs flattering.
“Always.” Ian reassures anyway.
“Gonna go back to bed.”
“Lucky bastard.” Ian insults playfully. “Maybe we should switch.”
“No thank you.”
Ian sneers at him which leaves Mickey cackling as the redhead leaves the room.
“Mama Milkovich!”
Ian greets loudly on the other side of the door and Mickey shakes his head with
another amused chuckle before getting under the covers. Time for round 2 of
sleep before Jamie starts blowing up his phone.
 
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Ian is bent down looking for his phone between the couch cushions when someone
slaps his ass. He clicks his tongue. “Quit it. Have you seen my phone?”
“U-huh.” Mandy replies before wiggling said phone in front of his face. “You
ready?”
Ian nods pocketing his phone. “What's this about?”
“We’re going to school.”
“It’s on a Saturday.”
“The journalist club is meeting today so you're taking me to talk to Freddy.”
“What?” Ian stops in his tracks. “I did not agree to this.”
Mandy grabs his hand and pulls him towards the car. “You're taking me anyway.
And I'm driving.”
 
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There's a knock on Mickey's door and he stirs awake. Yawning he calls out.
“C’me in.” Joey walks in smoking a blunt. “Too fucking early man.”
Joey laughs. “Right.”
“You spend the night?
 “Yeah. You ready for today?”
Mickey sits up and rubs a hand across his hair. “All I gotta do is drive the
merch to Bridgeport. Right?”
Joey blows out the smoke. “Right. Then you'll be back by midnight or tomorrow
latest.” He replies. “Iggy and Collin are already waiting for you over there.
You'll be fine.”
Mickey nods. “But this is the last and final time man. I like having a
boyfriend.” He says. “Specifically Ian.”
Joey laughs. “Plenty of fish in the motherfucking sea if he breaks up with you
over this.”
Mickey glares at his brother. “Really? You feel the same about Cassie?”
Joey frowns. “Okay. I'll make sure Ian never finds out. Hell, Mandy doesn’t
even know.”
Mickey chews the inside of his cheek. He doesn’t know how he feels about lying
to Ian again. Doing this forbidden job is one thing, keeping it a secret is
another. He thinks about this fact when he showers, when he dresses, and as he
drives towards his brother’s garage.
Jamie beams at him when he sees him walk towards the garage. “Thanks for coming
through bro.”
Mickey smiles hugging his brother back. “Of course. Last time though.”
“Done.” Jamie laughs then hands him the keys. He gestures for Mickey's phone
and pulls up the GPS. “Okay so you’ll use this road…”
.
The road Jamie asked him to use is longer which means he’s definitely coming
back tomorrow, but it’s safer his brother said. Mickey's not worried about
getting caught. He's got his license, everything about the car is 100%, so as
long as he follows the speed limits to the latter, the cops should have no
reason whatsoever to stop him. What he's worried about is Ian.
It feels good, great even to be able to help his brothers in whatever way he
can. Not to mention they need a person they can trust and he didn’t want to let
them down. Its one thing he doesn’t work with them, the least he can do is this
one job for them. For the last five years they're the ones who’ve been
providing for the Milkovich household. As soon as Jamie and Tony started making
money they'd been on their mom’s back until she quit her job.
If his mother knows they're run more than just the garage, Mickey doesn’t know
–though he highly doubts it-  but it does feel good to be helping out his
brothers. Yes it’s dangerous, yes Ian and his mother would be pissed if they
found out he was doing this. But if he gets to do this for them, then that’s
okay.
He's really fucking nervous though. But if he comes back safely then it should
be okay. He will tell Ian about this run in the future. Way, way into the
future after he's put this day behind him. Or, or he could tell Ian as soon as
he gets back. Maybe that will make Ian less mad? After all, the biggest issue
with his boyfriend had been the fact that Mickey had kept the whole thing a
secret. Maybe when he comes clean after he's gotten home safe and sound Ian
will let it slide?
Unlikely.
But Mickey decides coming clean is better than keeping a secret from the boy he
loves.
 
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“Remember, I only have an hour.” Ian reminds Mandy right before they walk in.
They get into the class the journalist club is holding a meeting in and sit in
the very back of the class. The occupants watch them curiously until Fred
speaks up.
“Guys, can we help you?”
“Nope. We’re good.” Ian replies.
The club members nod then continue with their meeting just like Ian knew they
would. He scoots his chair next to Mandy's.
“Do you know what you’re going to say to him?”
Mandy shakes her head while she texts. “I barely know why I'm here. All he did
was bring me a few of my items.”
Ian glances at Fred who's watching them –specifically Mandy- despite the fact
that he's the one leading the meeting. “I don’t know.” He starts. “Usually when
someone suspects infidelity coming on they’re usually right.”
Mandy glares at him. “I told you, I would never cheat on Dil.”
“Okay but,” Ian turns to her. “if he really wants you its still gonna cause
trouble whether or not you reciprocate.”
Mandy groans. “All I wanted was to sleep in.” she laments. “Dillon was in such
a bad mood yesterday, we didn’t even go out. This sucks.”
 
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“Everything okay so far?” Dillon asks.
“Yeah. It’s just one long fucking drive man.”
“Good.” Dillon replies and Mickey hears him sip on something through the phone.
“Have you checked out the merch?”
Mickey lights a cigarette one handed. “I'd rather not.” He distinctly remembers
the day he walked in on his brother holding a gun over some dude’s head. No
thank you.
“Why not!” Dillon exclaims. “Guns are fucking cool man.”
“Shocking, coming from the guy whose dad owns a gun rage.” He shoots back
sarcastically.
Dillon laughs. “Okay. Hurry back so we can celebrate you committing a crime and
walking away scot free.”
Mickey shakes his head. “Whatever man, I might have to come back tomorrow
though so just remember to cover for me, alright?”
“Of course. I got you.”
“Okay. Thanks. Talk later.”
 
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“So what's up?” Fred asks walking towards them when his club members disperse.
“Something tells me you're here for me.”
“We are.” Ian confirms.
Freddy sits on the desk directly in front of Mandy and asks her; “So what's
going on?”
Mandy tucks her hands under the desk and looks at Ian. The redhead rolls his
eyes. “Remember that fight I stopped the other day?”
“Between me and Dillon?” Fred inquires.
“Yeah. That one. Well, here's the thing. Mandy’s off limits.” Ian tells the guy
what he already knows.
“Why?” Fred asks and Ian blinks at the guy. His face is genuinely conveying
that he doesn’t get why Mandy is off limits.
“Because she's Dillon's.” Ian enunciates like Fred is slow.
Fred tilts his head at Mandy. “You married?”
Mandy glances at Ian then back to Fred. “No. what the fuck?!”
Fred shrugs then stands up. “There you go. You are Mandy. You don’ belong to
anybody. And as such I can talk to you and interact with you whenever I want.”
With that he walks away and out of the class. Ian and Mandy stare at each
other.
“What, the fuck was that?” Mandy asks again.
Ian looks at the closed door. “I honest to God have no idea.”
Well, one thing’s for sure. Things are about to get bad. Does Freddy not
remember what happened to Jason?
 
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                   Mickey has been driving for ten hours and he's exhausted. He
has never driven for this long before. But he's almost there and it didn’t take
13 hours thank God. It had been risky not sticking to the speed limits 100%,
but then he wouldn’t have made it here by 7:00PM.
Checking his GPS, he slows down and calls Iggy who gives him the directions to
a warehouse. He finds it funny that there's a Southside here too.
Mickey follows his GPS and takes a left as advised. On his way to the warehouse
he sees a gas station and decides to fuel up. Mickey is texting with Ian back
and forth as he fuels up. God damn Freddy still seems determined to go after
Mandy. Does the guy have a death wish?
He's just about finished when a chill goes up his spine. Mickey looks around
the empty space and narrows his eyes. He gets the feeling that someone is
watching him. For some reason the fact that the guy who was supposed to do this
job betrayed Jamie crosses his mind.
“Shit.”
Mickey quickly gets back in the car and promptly drives away. He is feeling
pretty paranoid right now. The fact that it’s almost dark and the road is
deserted doesn’t help either. During his time working for his brothers full
time, he learnt how to know when someone is following him. And right now,
there's definitely a black car tailing him.
“Shit.”
I'm almost there but I think I'm being followed. He sends to Iggy.
Iggy calls immediately. “Where are you?”
“Shit.”
“What?” Iggy asks worriedly.
Mickey swallows, slowing down the car. “There's a guy in front of me.”
“So?” Iggy asks anxiously.
“He's got a riffle pointed right at me?”
“Get out of the fucking car!” Mickey startles and drops the phone when his
window gets banged on loudly. He looks at the review mirror and the black car
is parked right behind him.
“Shit.” Mickey curses for the third time and slowly switches off the ignition.
“Get out.” One of the guys commands. He's got a handgun of his own.
Mickey can only do as told. The guy with the rifle steps up to them. He grins
at Mickey maniacally. “Hello there. So we’re taking the guns with us. Tell
Jamie Vince says hello.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you're talking about.” Mickey gathers his nerves
long enough to reply.
The guy with the handgun smirks. “I know he would just hire someone else if we
shot you, right here.” He points at Mickey's forehead with his fore finger.
“But it would let him know Vince means business if we do.”
“Who the fuck is Vince?” Mickey inquires trying to buy time until his brothers
get here.
“The guy that’s tired of Jamie Milkovich crossing him. And after we get this
guns in our possession, your boss will know never to fuck with Vince, ever
again.” Guy 2 with the rifle and who's like 7 feet tall replies.
Both guys are caging Mickey in by the driver’s door. They obviously don’t see
Mickey as a threat and have completely relaxed their stances. They're laughing
at what a good job they’ve done.
“The boss is gonna be so happy.” Guy 1 who banged on the window says happily.
Mickey nods when he sees Iggy, Collin and two more guys walking stealthily
towards them. “I'm sure he will.” he replies.
“Shut up.” Guy 2 snaps.
Mickey does, watching his brothers get closer and closer. These guys are either
idiots or amateurs because they aren't even watching their surroundings. Iggy
comes out of the shadows and gestures towards guy 1. Mickey nods in
acknowledgement and punches the guy’s nose then takes his gun from him. Guy 2
of course aims his gun at Mickey but Collin hits him with own gun at the back
of the head.
“Get in!” Iggy yells at Mickey and the latter quickly gets in the passenger
seat.
Iggy drives away just as guns start going off. Mickey looks back to see the
person shooting at them just got out of the black car the thugs were in. So
they were three? Shit.
His window shutters and a shard slashes across Mickey's face. “Shit!” he
curses, ducking and grabbing onto his cheek. “FUCK!” He yells when he sees
blood.
“What the fuck! Are you okay!” Iggy exclaims.
“I'm fine, it’s just a scratch, keep going!”
His phone rings and Mickey picks it up without checking for the caller. “WHAT!”
“Jesus Christ, I'm just checking in. Everything cool?”
Dillon. “No! Everything is fucking fucked!” Mickey hangs up. “What about
Collin?”
“He’ll be fine.” Iggy replies with enough confidence to make Mickey believe him
even though they have no way of knowing that.
 
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Dillon stares at his phone after Mickey hangs up. He definitely heard gunshots.
“Fuck.” He stands up anxiously, knowing this isn’t the time to call back.
“You alright?” Ian asks. He and Mandy are lying on the carpet drinking whiskey
and binge watching the SHREK movies. The three of them are having a sleepover
at the Miller house.
“You okay babe?” Mandy chimes in.
Dillon clears his throat and nods. “Yeah. I'm fine.”
The best friends turn back to the TV and simultaneously laugh at something the
donkey says.
What the fuck is happening?
He doubts he’ll be calm until he hears from Mickey again.
 
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“What the fuck was that?!” Mickey yells as soon as they're inside the warehouse
and Iggy’s parked the car.
“I have no fucking idea. We worked it out, it was supposed to be safe. You know
we’d never put you in-“
Mickey stops him with a raise of his hand. “I know that. But how the fuck did
they know I would be here, at this time, with the fucking guns?”
Iggy leans on the bonnet. “That’s what fucking worries me.”
“And they knew Jamie’s name.” Iggy turns towards him. “They work for someone
named Vince?”
Iggy inhales loudly. “Motherfucker.”
“You know him?”
“The guy that was supposed to do the drop, we found out last minute he was a
mole. He must have fed him the info before he died.”
Of course he's dead. “And you didn’t think to change the day or the route?”
“Take it up with Jamie. He gave the order.”
“Fuck.”
 
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Ian staggers into the guest bedroom and leaves Dillon and Mandy downstairs.
Getting under the covers, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials
Mickey's number.
“Babe.”
“My looove.”
He hears Mickey exhale loudly on the other end. “Hi.”
Ian sits up. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I'm fine. Are you drunk?”
Ian chuckles. “A little.” He laughs. “Can't stop thinking about you. When are
you coming baaaack?”
“We will sleep on the same bed like we always do tomorrow.”
“Yesssss.”
Mickey laughs. “Okay, I gotta go. I love you.”
“I love you too baby.”
 
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Mickey hangs up and stares at the phone in his hand. He touches the long cut on
his cheek and sighs. If Ian knew what had transpired tonight he might just
break up with him over the phone.
“I wanna get on the road as soon as possible Ig.” He informs his brother who
just got off the phone with Jamie. “When are you guys coming back?”
Iggy points at the trunk of the car. “The buyer comes in three days to get his
shit so…”
Mickey nods. “I'm going back. Unload the fucking car.”
“You haven’t even slept yet Mick.”
Mickey looks at the broken window and walks towards the car. Grabbing a wrench,
he breaks the rest of it and ensures it doesn’t look broken at all but rather
looks like a window that’s been opened all the way.
“I'll find a hotel or some shit.”
Three guys come out of nowhere and start unloading the car. Iggy gets in the
car and takes in Mickey whose head is thrown back and has his eyes closed.
“Its’s easy to find a lie for that cut you know.” Iggy starts
Mickey looks at his brother. “It’s the lying that’s the problem.”
“Then why lie?”
“Because he doesn’t like when I do this shit. And judging by tonight, I'm
beginning to see why.” Mickey snarks back.
 
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Dillon feels better knowing Mickey is on his way back, even though the fact
that his best friend got shot at last night worries him a little.
“He'd better watch it.” He hears Ian tell Mandy as he walks into the kitchen.
“Who better watch it?” he inquires.
“Fred.” Ian replies taking a sip of his coffee.
Dillon grits his teeth but doesn’t say anything. He's got bigger things to
worry about right now.
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Mickey ended up spending the night at the house Iggy and Collin were staying
because his brother is stubborn like that. By 7:00 he's up though so he can
start on his journey back. Iggy wants to get him another car but Mickey's in
too much of a rush to get back to wait.
He's feeling the breeze coming through the window, he's enjoying his cigarette
as he leaves Bridgeport. He's trying to push away the anxiety he's feeling
about having to tell Ian everything when a police car siren goes off signaling
for him to stop.
Mickey pulls over trying to act like his heart isn’t beating out of his chest.
“License and registration please.”
Mickey hands over his license. “The car belongs to my brother.” He quickly
explains.
The officer looks at him and nods then goes back to look at his license. He
gives it back then steps back. “I need you to step out of the car please.”
“Is there a problem officer?”
Mickey curses as the cop cuffs him. “According to my note book here, this car
was involved in a shootout last night.”
“What?”
 
He should have let Iggy get him that new car after all.
***** Chapter 66 *****
Chapter Notes
     its shorter coz am trying to update as often as i used to :))
See the end of the chapter for more notes
When Ian comes down the stairs, he finds the couple asleep on the couch.
Judging by the naked upper part of their bodies, he doesn’t even want to know
what went down on that chair. Thank God they had the decency to cover their
bottom halves. A phone is vibrating relentlessly on the coffee table and
getting closer, Ian sees its Dillon’s.
Ignoring it, he reaches for the bottle of ABSOLUT on the table and downs the
little that is left, hoping it will make him feel a little bit better. He
glances at Mandy and Dillon once again, passed out with no signs of waking up
any time soon. He's contemplating switching on the TV anyway regardless of
whether or not they’ll hate the noise, when Dillon's phone goes off again.
Ian clicks his tongue in irritation then grabs it. “Five missed calls from
Mickey? What the hell?” just as he goes to press the receive button, the call
ends.
The redhead quickly checks his own phone to find that his boyfriend, who’s
blowing up Dillon's phone, hasn’t called him today. Not even once. “What the
hell?” he repeats.
Dillon groans awake and Ian throws him the phone. It barely misses Mandy's head
as it lands on Dillon's neck. “The hell Ian?” he demands, his voice groggy.
“Get up. Mickey's called you like fifty times!”
Dillon startles awake, immediately sitting up and dislodging Mandy who falls on
the carpet pulling the entire sheet with her. The fact that she doesn’t even
wake up is a testament of how drunk she was before she fell asleep. Dillon
takes a beat to look at her and ensure she's okay then he's pulling up his
deserted trouser and pulling it on. He redials Mickey's number and leaves the
living room.
“Hey Mickey.” He greets once the call is received immediately. Ian is right on
his heels but Dillon raises a hand and stops him. He glares at Ian and the
redhead only stops because again, what the hell?!
Ian paces back and forth, wearing a hole in the Miller carpet. Why would Mickey
call Dillon that many times and not Ian? Is he alright? Is there something
wrong? Joey’s girlfriend had asked to see all the Milkovich brothers because of
something Joey had done and then Mickey had called saying he would be spending
the night. Now Ian finds himself wondering what the brothers got Mickey into,
already suspecting that was a lie Dillon readily concured. He knows they’re his
family but Ian doesn’t trust them not to leave Mickey alone so he can live his
life in the straight and narrow.
The phone call takes awfully long and Ian decides ‘fuck it.’ He follows Dillon
through the kitchen and into the backyard. He's just outside the door and Ian
catches the last part of his conversation.
“Come on dad, you gotta do this for me, he's my best friend.” Dillon goes
silent. He's calling his father so he can do something for Mickey. Holy shit.
Ian is about to drop. “When was the last time I got in trouble, huh?” he goes
quiet and then; “Oh thank you dad, so much. His name is Mikhailo Milkovich.
That’s M-i-k-h-a-i-l-o He's at the Bridgeport police department, got arrested
this morning. Think you can get them to drop the charges?” Dillon groans.
“C’mon dad. They have no proof. Yes it sounds bad but he's never been arrested
before. Except for that time, yes. Please. Yes. Yes. I swear. I'll go visit
grandma Jones with you over summer break even though I don’t like her.” The
he's sighing loudly in relief and hanging up.
Dillon's gasps in surprise when he walks back in to see Ian eavesdropping, his
eyes wide.
“Shit.”
Ian swallows. “Dillon.”
Dillon rubs a hand across his forehead. “Shit.”
“TALK TO ME, RIGHT NOW!”
Dillon blinks up at him and nods. “I promised Mickey I wouldn’t…”
“I, don’t, care. Start fucking talking.”
“I'm… it’s really hard for me to tell you this.” Ian can feel himself holding
his breath. “But I'm gonna do it ‘cause I love Mick and I…” he looks straight
into Ian's eyes. “I owe you after last time.”
Ian nods, knowing Dillon's referring to taking Mickey to the strip club,
something Ian has held against him for a while. “Spit it out Dillon, you're
scaring me!”
Dillon clears his throat and flips the phone in his hand. “Mickey took the
job.”
Looking ill, Ian staggers in place as if the ground is shifting beneath his
feet. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The job Jamie offered him.” Dillon elaborates. “He took it.” Ian doesn’t need
him to further explain. “And he got picked up this morning because his car had
been involved in a shootout.”
Ian collects himself by taking a few breaths. “’Fuck.” He mutters, feeling his
head start to pound from an incoming headache. He shakes his head trying to fit
these pieces of information together in his mind.
He suddenly steps back angrily, his nose flaring and his jaw tightening.
Intense anger washes over him, tensing his frame and bringing a flush high on
his cheeks.
“Ian.” Dillon calls.
“I have to go.”
The redhead grabs his shoes quickly and rushes out of the house. He feels like
ice is freezing in his veins as he acknowledges Mickey's lie. And he was in a
shootout? A shootout? How could Mickey do this after last time? Their last
fight had been bad. Really bad. And then Mickey does this again? Why would he
purposely hurt Ian like this?
He trips in his haste to get home.
Despite all this, Ian is glad for Dillon and his dad’s connections. Because at
least Mickey isn’t in trouble with the law which would be much, much worse.
 
 
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Mickey is driving back and he has never been more stressed in his fucking life!
He was in panic as they were getting shot at, he was in panic as he got
arrested, when Dillon wasn’t picking up, as he got tossed in a cell. And now
he's still in panic because he does not know that he’ll be able to keep this
from his boyfriend.
He calls Dillon to thank him and let him know he's been released and is on the
way back. He doesn’t pick up. Mickey tries again and Dillon still doesn’t pick
up. It’s a few minutes later that he gets a text.
He knows.
That’s it, that’s all the text reads and Mickey doesn’t even ask who knows. He
smacks the stirring wheel with a loud, angry groan. “MOTHERFUCKER!” Why
couldn’t Dillon have kept his fucking mouth shut? All he had to do was wait
half a day. Now it’s going to be that much worse because Ian didn’t hear it
from Mickey himself. “MOTHERFUCKER!”
Dillon may have gotten him out of trouble with the law, but he is definitely in
trouble with Ian.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
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