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  Rating:
      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shameless_(US)
  Relationship:
      Ian_Gallagher/Mickey_Milkovich
  Character:
      Ian_Gallagher, Mickey_Milkovich, Kash_Karib, Svetlana_Milkovich, Yevgeny
      Milkovich, Fiona_Gallagher, Original_Male_Character(s), Original_Female
      Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Alternate_Universe
      -_Different_First_Meeting, Bad_Boy_Ian, Nerd_Mickey, Other_Additional
      Tags_to_Be_Added, Slow_Burn, Eventual_Smut
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      Published: 2015-12-11 Updated: 2018-03-30 Chapters: 8/11 Words: 9726
****** The corruption of Mickey Milkovich ******
by mickeymouseno1
Summary
     Ian Gallagher always prided himself on his sexual escapades.
     Mickey Milkovich is a high-achieving student who just wants to get
     through high school.
     What happens when the two collide?
     **NOTE 30 March** - Chapter 8 has been re-written.
Notes
     Prompt: Imagine Persons A and B of your OTP both go to a private
     school. Person A is really studious and innocent, like never been
     kissed type thing. In contrast, Person B got kicked out of their old
     school for sleeping with a teacher. One day Person B sees Person A in
     the hall and decides that ‘corrupting’ Person A will be their
     personal mission this school year. Up to you whether or not they
     succeed.
***** Chapter 1 *****
“Come in.”
Ian walked in and saw Kash sitting at his desk, concentrating on a messy scrawl
that had been completely ravaged with red scribbles. Locking the door behind
him, Ian approached Kash and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him from his
shirt.
“I’m marking…” Kash’s protest gave way to a moan as Ian ran his hand down his
chest before bending down to capture Kash’s mouth with his own.
“How about I mark you up instead?” Ian paused at his teacher’s belt and slowly
unbuckled it, moving his mouth to latch onto Kash’s neck. He sucked at it hard,
noting with frustration that Kash didn’t bruise easily, then unzipped Kash’s
pants, before reaching in and stroking him softly.
Ian bent down, gradually dropping to his knees. Maintaining eye contact, he
leaned in to take Kash in his mouth, applying some suction. Kash threw his head
back back with a thump against the wall, and moaned as Ian took him deeper.
“Shit! I’m gonna…”
Ian barely had time to pull back before Kash was coming, a measly white spurt
dripping onto the carpet. Groaning, he tucked Kash back in and glared at him.
“Really? Already?”
Ian reached over for a tissue and shoved it into Kash’s hand to clean himself
off. Realising that Kash hadn’t responded and had gone very still, Ian looked
up, confused. Kash’s eyes were no longer on him, and as he followed Kash’s line
of sight, Ian smirked.
“Well, good evening, Principal.”
                                     ****
Ms Wright fixed him with a disapproving stare. “Mr Gallagher.”
Ian smirked and arched his eyebrow, leaning back on his chair. “Ms Wright.”
Ms Wright sighed. “I wish I wasn’t having this conversation with you, but
you’ve had too many chances.”
Ian sighed dramatically in return. “That’s a shame.”
He rolled his eyes as the principal reached into a drawer and pulled out a
thick folder, before slamming it on her desk.
“I understand that you may feel… apathetic towards our school program, but you
do understand that we do expect concerted effort from all our students. Your
brother’s achievements were indeed exceptional but your attitude and grades
have only confirmed our initial doubts about accepting you in this selective
school.”
Ian leaned forward in his seat, eyebrows furrowed. “What are you saying?”
Ms Wright closed the files she had been flicking through, and looked Ian right
in the eye. “We’ve given you one too many chances. Your position in this school
would be better off given to a student who would actually benefit from it.”
Ian slammed his fist on the desk. “Tell me what you’re saying.”
Ms Wright pursed her lips into a tight line. “I’m saying that you’re no longer
welcome at this school.”
                                     ****
Ian rubbed his eyes exasperatedly as his sister slammed the fridge shut.
“It’s just a piece of paper, Fi.”
Fiona slammed the butter on the table so hard Ian winced.
“It’s not just a piece of paper, Ian. It’s your ticket to actually do something
with your life. To get out of this neighbourhood.”
Ian began to sigh, but felt a sharp slap to his cheek.
“Don’t give me that attitude, Ian! I believed in you, you know? When no one
else did. I took care of you when Monica dumped your freckled little ass on our
doorstep in one of her drop-ins. I raised you and Lip to be able to do it. To
do what I never go to do.” Fiona sniffled, and Ian reached to pat her on the
arm but was rebuffed.
“No. Don’t, Ian. Just…” Shaking her head, Fiona turned away and resumed
cooking.
Ian stared at the benchtop, feeling a wave of something uncomfortably close to
guilt in his chest. He was about to move to escape Fiona’s dark mutterings when
the phone rang. Fiona didn’t move to reach it. Ian sighed and picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Mr Gallagher? It’s Ms Wright.”
Ian paused, quietly moved out of the kitchen and brought the phone closer to
his mouth.
“Why are you calling me?”
There was a shuffling on the other side, as if she was getting out of her seat.
“Well, since your… affiliation with Mr Karib could technically be classified as
rape, he’s been pleading with me to allow this against my better judgement.”
“Allow what?”
A sigh. “I should not be doing this, but I have a colleague who may be able to
accept you at their school.”
“But we don’t have the money-“
“It’s all taken care off, Ian. There’s only one thing.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s a boarding school in New York.”
                                     ****
“Toothbrush?”
“Check.”
“Lip’s old phone?”
“Check. And can’t you call it mine?”
“When someone gets expelled, they lose privileges. Like phone privileges. Tie?”
“It’s not like I’m gonna wear it, Fi.”
“Whatever.” Fiona cupped Ian’s face in her hands and looked him directly in the
eye. “I can’t believe I’m letting you go. Please, Ian, don’t mess this up.”
Ian rolled his eyes. “Lip took all the brains in this family, and don’t deny
it.”
Fiona chuckled, but there were tears in her eyes. “We’ll miss you, buddy.”
                                     ****
“Ian.”
The old clock in the corner ticked.
“Call me Ms Matousek.”
Some typing as the principal entered his details into the computer in front of
her.
“Here at Apple Grammar, we are a proud institution. I will not tolerate the
activities you have been up to at your previous school.”
She stood up and swung a heavy bag towards Ian, who almost dropped it from his
surprise and the bag’s sheer weight.
“Everything you require is in there, including your room number. Don’t corrupt
your roommate, orange boy.” Ian could’ve almost sworn there was a smirk on the
principal’s face as she strutted out of her own office, leaving him alone.
                                     ****
Ian looked at the map in his hands then back up at the room number. 69. Of
course. Chuckling to himself, he pushed the door open. The room was cosy, Ian
decided. There was barely any space apart from the two single beds lining
opposite walls, the two cupboards facing each other, and a desk with two
chairs. One of the chairs was already occupied, the guy with his back to Ian.
His hair was coal-black, and Ian could make out the shine of a thick coat of
gel on it. The guy was hunched forwards, poring over a textbook, and with his
earphones in, he still hadn’t noticed Ian come in.
Ian stood there awkwardly before deciding to bite the bullet and tapped the guy
gently on the shoulder.
“Jesus, fuck!”
Ian chuckled to himself as the guy whipped around, his eyebrows raised to his
hairline, then paused as he took in the guy’s features. He had bright blue
eyes, sharp through the thick frame of his glasses. His lips were full and
puffy.
“Argh, shit, you’re the new roommate, Ian. I’m uhh… Mickey.”
The curse-filled almost-greeting jolted Ian from his thoughts. He’d gotten lost
thinking about just how much he’d like to have their room number reflect them
getting up to some activities during the night. Or the day. Or now.
“Yeah. What you studying?”
Ian waited for a response, but Mickey had already put his earphones back in and
was reading another passage with a ferocious intensity.
He dumped his bags on the empty bed and looked towards the door. Might as well
explore since his roommate didn’t seem to be entertaining him anytime soon.
                                     ****
“So you’re Ian, the new guy?”
Ian looked up as a tall guy with chestnut hair stood in front of him. He slid
into the seat next to Ian’s and held his hand out.
“I’m Nick.”
Ian shook it gingerly.
“I just saw you sitting here, and my Calculus teacher told me we were having a
new student soon, and I put two and two together, you know?”
“So we have classes together?”
Nick nodded. “More or less, I’m also doing French though. So, you only just
arrived this morning right? Classes already started few weeks ago though. Why
are you only here now?”
Ian grunted. “Got kicked out of my last school.”
Nick laughed. “Nice. What for?”
“Umm…” Ian blushed. “Sleeping with my teacher.”
Nick laughed even harder this time. “Awesome, man. Was the pussy good though?”
“Umm… his ass was fine?”
Nick slapped him on the back. “You gotta tell me more sometime.”
Ian chuckled, feeling at ease that Nick hadn’t cared at all at Ian’s
revelation.
Whatever Nick had to say next though went unheard as Ian saw Mickey enter the
hall. Mickey literally swept through the hall, rushing past and collecting his
food before sitting in the very corner by himself and eating silently while
staring at his phone.
There was a laugh behind him. “Careful, Ian. Don’t fall for Mickey Milkovich.”
Ian looked back. “Why not?”
“The guy is literally all work, no play. You’re barking up the wrong tree. I’m
also pretty sure he’s never done anything, if you catch my drift.”
Ian sputtered. “He’s a virgin?”
Nick snorted. “I don’t think you’re the right person to be judging, man. But
yeah, he’s a completely innocent nerd. It’s actually sorta cute, if that’s what
you’re into, I guess.”
Ian hummed in return as an idea slowly formed in his mind. He smirked and held
out his hand towards Nick, who looked at it warily.
“Do I want to know what you’re thinking?”
Ian nodded in Mickey’s direction before turning back to Nick.
“100 bucks that I can corrupt Mickey Milkovich by the end of this year.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Ian bristled as Nick doubled over laughing, slapping his hand on his thigh. He
saw Mickey look up briefly, giving them a confused stare before returning his
attention to his phone.
“What?”
Ian huffed in annoyance as Nick gasped for air, before he finally deigned to
respond. “Dude, did you just bet a hundred bucks?”
Ian looked away. Right. This was a private school. Full of rich, trust fund
babies with a grand inheritance waiting to be bestowed on them upon their
graduation. These guys would probably blow through a grand without a second
thought, let alone a measly hundred.
“Why don’t we up the ante a bit?” Nick held out his hand this time. “3 grand.”
Ian’s eyes widened. “3 grand?!”
Nick smirked. “What? You ain’t confident in your… sexual prowess?” He wriggled
his eyebrow.
Ian knew he was falling for Nick’s obvious baiting, but spit out, “Of course I
am.”
He gripped Nick’s hand firmly and with all the confidence he could muster,
said, “You’re going to owe me 3 grand when I corrupt Mickey Milkovich.”
The bell rang and Nick saluted him before running off to class. Left alone in
the hall, Ian’s bravado wore off, only realising now that he really could not
afford to lose this bet.
                                     ****
“Now we can simplify the sum of these trapezoids to give us this formula…”
Ian gave up on making sense of the teacher’s writing.
“Wake me up when this abomination is over,” he groaned, leaning forward to bury
his head in his arms.
Nick laughed quietly beside him. “No sleeping in Mr Gavin’s class. You’ll
regret it.” He flicked at Ian’s arm, who slapped back in annoyance. Nick didn’t
relent though. “I mean it, Ian. Come on, I’ll keep you up.” He paused and
looked around. “I spy with-“
“Really?” Ian turned his head to look at Nick, trying to fix him with a
judgemental look. The effect was lost by his face being half-buried in his arms
though, and Nick continued.
“With my little eye, something starting with M.”
“Mickey.” Ian paused. Shit.
Nick laughed out loud, ignoring the glares of the teacher and students around
him. “Close, but no, my mind isn’t fixated on the nerd at the very back of this
room.”
Ian whipped his head around.
“Wow,” Nick scoffed. “Now you’re awake.”
“Mmhmm.” The response trailed off as it left Ian’s mouth. His attention was
focussed on Mickey, pushing up his glasses up without marking his forehead with
his fountain pens, while scribbling down whatever the teacher was writing. Nick
was blathering on about something, but whatever it was became lost between the
lines as Ian looked at the colour-coded notecards next to Mickey’s exercise
book, and admired the furrowed brow and full lips transferring the tension to
the end of the pen. Almost as if they were sucking-
Ian jerked from his thoughts when Nick smacked him on the back of his head.
“I know what your dirty mind was conjuring and I don’t need you popping a boner
next to me.”
And Ian’s life was just a series of circus acts, because immediately, the room
went silent. The teacher turned around, sighed and spoke up. “Mr Gallagher, do
you need a… toilet break?”
Nick snickered next to him.
Ian pinched him on the thigh, internally pleased with the pained gurgle that
rose from the guy, before putting on his best nonchalant voice, “I’m good.” He
turned towards Mickey, who had happened to look up at that moment. Wow, he has
nice eyes, Ian thought, before Mickey’s cheeks flushed and he quickly looked
back down.
                                     ****
“When we examine the 17th century theocratic paradigms underpinning John
Donne’s metaphysical poetry, we witness Donne’s grapple with a personal and
spiritual crisis…”
Ian found himself once again slamming his head onto his table. “Save me from
this. I’d rather die than listen to all this waffle about facing death.”
Nick chuckled. “It’s not that bad, bro. It’s only seven poems to analyse in two
weeks.”
Ian glared at him and flipped the finger, only making Nick chuckle again.
“If it makes you feel better, the nerd is in the back corner cycling through
six highlighters.”
Ian whipped around again, ignoring Nick’s knowing snicker. Mickey was indeed
sitting at the back, a different exercise book, this one covered in different
colours presumably from his highlighting and annotations. He was keeping his
head down quite intently though, so Ian turned around again.
“I’m so bored with all this mortality talk.”
“Mortality. Big word-“
“Fuck you. I’m so bored, let’s play something.”
“Like?”
Ian took a moment to consider. “Call out penis as loud as you can without
anyone saying anything.”
Nick fixed him with the most judgemental look he had given all day. “Really?”
“Yeah man, I’m actually going to die of boredom. I’ll do it first.” Ian took a
deep breath, and called it out.
“PENIS!”
The teacher turned to glare at him, but resumed writing on the board.
Nick rolled his eyes when Ian looked at him expectantly. “PENIS!!!”
Ian followed soon after. “PENIS!!!!!!!!!!”
The teacher whipped around, seemingly ready to lecture them before she was cut
off by someone else.
“Shut the fuck up! People are trying to learn here!”
Ian turned around to see Mickey glaring at him, his blue eyes smouldering. His
eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were pursed in a tight line. Ian smirked
and poked his tongue out, internally pleased with himself when Mickey’s
eyebrows rose to his hairline in surprise.
The teacher fixed him with a disapproving stare before she turned to the board
and continued writing.
                                     ****
Ian whistled to himself cheerily as he entered his room (shared with Mickey, a
part of his mind noted salaciously), when he saw the innocent nerd already at
the desk with books spread out everywhere, even on the floor.
He gave a long whistle. “Dude, do you ever chill?”
Mickey turned and glared at him. “Some of us actually need to try.”
He continued glaring at Ian who only grinned back.
“Whatever, man. Do what you want.” With that, Mickey turned back around and put
in some earphones.
Ian walked over and pulled them out.
“What?” Mickey grunted.
Ian was quite impressed with Mickey’s patience, if he was being honest, but he
powered on. “We never really introduced ourselves to each other.”
Mickey grunted in reply. “You’re Ian, I’m Mickey. We’re roommates. There. You
happy now?” He turned around and jammed in his earphones again.
Ian hummed and set about unpacking his suitcase. He just needed to bide his
time. Mickey Milkovich would be his soon enough.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     “I’ll help you with your fucking work.”
Chapter Notes
     Finally got around to updating this!
     A bit short but I didn't want to put another scene into this chapter.
Whoever said that maths was beautiful and logical could shove it up their
asses, Ian decided, as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. It was
a cool Thursday night and Mickey wasn’t taking up the whole table with his mess
of books, having not returned from the library yet, so Ian had been working for
a while.
Well, perhaps ‘working’ wasn’t entirely accurate. Squinting at the textbook and
lamenting the list of questions he’d yet to get through hardly counted as work.
To say he was working implied he’d actually achieved something in the last
couple of hours.
He put his head down on the table and decided to close his eyes for a few
seconds. He wasn’t getting anywhere anyway.
Ian was jolted awake by the startling sound of a door slamming against the wall
and a soft curse. Wiping at the drool that had collecting around his mouth, Ian
shook his head. When had he fallen asleep?
Behind him, he heard his roommate moving about, dropping some heavy books that
had probably been borrowed from the library onto his bed. Ian looked at his
homework, which had barely  been touched and was due tomorrow. He groaned and
sunk his head back onto the table.
“Maybe next time pay attention to what the teacher’s saying instead of messing
around with Mr 420 in class.”
Ian turned around, frowning at the sheer rudeness. Mickey was already in bed,
wrapped snugly in his blanket. He wasn’t very tall, so he seemed to blend into
the bed, especially with the bunch of books and clothes strewn around it too.
Not very good for bringing casual hook-ups back, Ian noted.
“I’ll just leave the lamp on if you’re sleeping now.”
Mickey seemed to consider his options, before he threw aside his blanket and
rolled out of bed, marching over to Ian and plopping into the other seat.
Before Ian could react, Mickey had grabbed the sparse notes he’d been making
all afternoon and was reading them with a deep furrow on his forehead.
If Mickey’s winces and eye-rolls were anything to go by, Ian knew what work he
had done was probably complete shit anyway.
He sighed and began to pack up his books. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll deal with
it tomorrow.”
Mickey pursed his lips and slammed the book on the table.
“I’ll… I’ll teach you.”
Ian paused. “What?”
“I’ll help you with your fucking work.”
“You want to teach me maths? What’s in it for you?”
“Don’t tempt me to change my mind, ginger.” Mickey shifted in his chair, and
for a moment Ian thought he was going to go back to his bed. But then he simply
reached for his glasses which were sitting on the foot of his bed and pointed
at the textbook.
“Here. You’re doing this wrong.” He scribbled some notes all over Ian’s own
work. Reading over them, he was surprised to find that what Mickey had written
made actual sense. Mickey continued working through the rest of Ian’s crap
notes and Ian watched him. He noted the ever-present furrow that creased more
prominently whenever he came across one of Ian’s blunders. The way Mickey would
purse his lips as if contemplating giving up on his crusade of helping Ian in
Maths before he shook his head and scribbled some more. He and Mickey sat like
that for hours until Ian finally worked through the last problem himself and
Mickey nodded in approval.
Mickey rubbed tiredly at his eyes.
“Alright, Gallagher, I’m off.” He leaped into his bed and wrapping himself in
his blanket, turned towards the wall.
“Wait, Mickey.” Mickey turned to face him.
“What, Gallagher? I’m tired.”
“Why’d you help me?”
Mickey sighed.
“I can pay you back somehow,” Ian offered.
Mickey snorted. “No thanks, just let me go to sleep now and we’ll be even.
Night, Gallagher.” He turned back around, effectively and abruptly ending the
conversation.
Ian remained still, exhaustion slowly creeping into his body, but there was
still confusion. Why had Mickey helped him? Sure, they were roommates, but
apart from that, they barely talked. Mickey was always studying, either in the
library or his room, and Ian, feeling like he wasn’t doing nearly enough work,
would always waltz off to Nick’s room.
He looked at the clock. 1am. It was too late for this kind of thinking. Ian
turned off the light and scrambled into his own bed. Looking at the bundled up
lump on the other side of the room, he felt something akin to fondness wash
through him and whispered, “Thank you.”
The only response he got was a soft snore.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Ian gets a little incentive to work harder.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
Mickey chuckled, rubbing his nose. “Lots of work to get through, Gallagher.”
Ian stared in despair at the stack of books Mickey had dumped on his desk.
                                     ****
Let the record state that Ian Gallagher was indeed focussed for a full hour,
furiously copying down whatever Mickey rambled on about.
During the second hour, his attention was starting to drift, and he began to
wonder how to get Mickey off his tangent about implicit differentiation (which
he was sure wasn’t even in the curriculum).
As such, he decided to play a game. Taking a lollipop from his pocket, he
opened it and gave it a few sensuous licks while holding direct eye contact
with Mickey.
“So, umm…”
Ian smirked. He was successfully distracting a now flustered Mickey, whose
tangent had been completely derailed and his eyes now fixated on Ian’s tongue.
“Yes, Mickey?”
Mickey cleared his throat and levelled Ian with a glare.
“Nothing. As I was saying…”
By the third hour, Ian was pretty sure he’d absorbed absolutely nothing that
night. On the other hand, he had moved on from his lollipop to his finger and
slowly but surely moved his seat towards Mickey’s.
Before he could continue though, Mickey got up abruptly.
“Fuck me for giving a shit, you prick.”
Ian raised his eyebrow and winked salaciously at him. “Is that an order?”
Mickey simply kicked his chair away and stormed out their room, slamming the
door behind him.
                                     ****
“And dude, I’m telling you, he just stormed out! What’s wrong with having some
fun? He must be allergic to it.”
Ian chuckled at his own joke, but realised Nick wasn’t laughing with him.
Instead, upon turning to him, Ian realised Nick was almost glaring at him.
“What?”
“So let me get this straight-“
“Not much straight about it,” Ian snorted.
“Whatever, so you’re telling me that Mickey offered to help you catch up with
all the shit you’ve missed ‘cos you’ve been lusting after him and you spent the
whole time ignoring what he was actually saying and hitting on him instead?”
Ian scoffed, “Yeah, so what?”
“Yeah, so you’re a massive douchebag, fuckwit.”
“What’s wrong with wanting to have some fun?”
“And what, just throw back Mickey’s help in his face?” Nick shook his head. “Oh
look at me, I’m Ian, I’m a dumb shit who can’t keep it in his pants long enough
to actually listen to you, but never mind that, just get with me.” Nick
snorted. “Yeah, he’s definitely going to want to sleep with you after that.”
Ian groaned. “So you think I’m a prick too?”
Nick sighed and stole a fry off Ian’s plate. “I just think you might want to
re-consider how you go about wooing the nerd.”
Ian hummed in return. “I’ll think about it.”
                                     ****
The library was a daunting place, Ian thought, as he entered. The number of
books was enough make Ian want to walk right back out. But first, he went to
the desk at the farthest corner, where sure enough, Mickey was sitting,
determinedly reading through some dusty old book.
“Hey, thought I might find you here.”
Mickey held up a finger, pointedly finishing the page he was on before he
turned to Ian, his eyebrows raised. “What?”
“Just wanted to ask if you were okay with helping me some more?”
Mickey simply looked at him.
“I sorta ignored you last night, I know. But it was getting long and boring
and…”
“Jesus, Gallagher. You’re like a kicked puppy.”
“What?”
“Never mind,” Mickey sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I didn’t realise how much there was to learn! I don’t know how you keep it all
straight-“
Mickey snorted, to Ian’s confusion. He also muttered something under his breath
that sounded suspiciously like, “Not likely.”
“What did I say?”
Mickey waved him off. “Nothing, nothing, just thinking to myself.”
Ian blinked. “Anyway, I’m sorry and you’re smart and… please help me?”
Mickey stared at him. For a moment, Ian considered backing away until Mickey
drummed his fingers on the table. “Yeah, okay Gallagher. You were a little shit
but whatever.”
Ian grinned. “Thanks, Mickey.”
“But I think you need a little incentive.”
“Huh?”
Mickey grinned back. It was goddamn scary one, if Ian had any say about it.
“Giving you a challenge, dude. Beat me in the upcoming test and I’ll buy you
dinner at that Jap restaurant that just opened nearby.”
Ian simply stood there, his mind going completely blank. A challenge? Like a
battle of wits? He gaped at Mickey, before frowning. Why the hell would Mickey
invite him to dinner? Was it a date? Maybe it was a superiority complex. Maybe
Mickey thought (probably correctly) there was no way Ian would beat him. Ian
shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. He opened his mouth to
argue that there was no way he was going to do that.
What came out was, “You’re on, Mick! Beating you is only going to make the food
taste that much better!”
The brilliant smile Mickey gave him in return gave Ian heart palpitations.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Ian does the exam.
With only ten minutes until the test, Ian was still furiously scanning his
notes while Nick watched him bemusedly.
“Dude, I think you’re going a bit overboard. The test is in ten minutes.”
Although Ian knew that he wouldn’t improve his results with this last-minute
cramming, he couldn’t help it. “But what if…”
“No, we haven’t covered it, and yes, I’m sure. And yes, I’m sure I know what
you were going to ask ‘cos you’ve asked five variants of it already.”
“Argh, but what if Gavin wanted to stuff us up?!” Ian flipped through his notes
again.
Nick raised an eyebrow. “I can’t tell if you’re corrupting Mickey or he’s de-
corrupting you.”
“… Fuck off.”
                                     ****
“Your time has started.”
Already? Ian gulped and turned the cover page over. The first question was
quite doable, Ian noted with pride, quickly writing in the answer and moving
on. To his surprise, he found himself recalling random pieces of information he
had absorbed from Mickey’s rambling yet strangely effective lessons. Dinner
with Mickey didn’t seem so far-fetched at all, it seemed.
When Ian reached the third page of questions, his newfound confidence
plummeted. Fuck…
To his complete and utter astonishment, an essay question was printed neatly in
the middle of the page.
Who puts essays in a maths test?Ian scoffed inwardly, and decided to use
something he remembered Mickey talking about. After that, his answer was a
healthy percentage of bullshit complemented by vague, waffling sentences.
By the time Ian finally finished his piece, an examiner announced, “Ten minutes
remaining.”
Scrambling when he saw there were still a couple of questions left, Ian
frantically rushed through them, not bothering to check if he’d used the right
method or not.
“Pens down!”
Ian scowled, cursing the supervisor’s annoying voice, and quickly scribbled in
his last answer before handing the paper in.
He turned to Nick, who’d been sitting behind him.
“So, how did you feel about that?” Nick asked, stretching out his shoulders.
Ian shook his head. “All I know is that I’m going to find a way to get really,
really drunk.”
                                     ****
Ian winced as he opened his eyes. Bright sunlight blinded him momentarily
before he was able to take in his surroundings. A groan next to him alerted him
to Nick slowly waking. Cursing his pounding headache and vowing for the
hundredth time he would never drink again, he dragged himself from what was
presumably Nick’s bed. Nick had wrapped himself back in his blanket, so Ian
headed out the door, ready to return to his own room.
When he reached it, Mickey came out, wearing a tank top and shorts.
“H-hey, Mickey,” he greeted, trying not to move his head too suddenly lest it
worsened his headache.
Mickey gave him a bored look. “You’re hungover?”
“Ugh, my head hurts.”
Mickey continued staring at him.
“Don’t be so judgy.”
“Not a real word, Gallagher.” Mickey shook his head as if he decided it best to
leave that battle for another time. “I’m going to get breakfast.”
“Wait!”
Mickey paused. “What?”
“How’d your test go?”
Mickey looked at him like he was testing whether Ian’s concern was genuine
before his eyes softened. “Fine.”
Ian grinned back. “Awesome, Mick!”
Mickey looked away and coughed into his hand. “Whatever. Don’t drink away the
few precious brain cells you have.” With that, he left for the dining hall.
Ian, on the other hand, stumbled into the room, into his bed, and fell asleep.
                                     ****
When he came to, Ian registered Mickey in his peripheral vision, sitting at
their shared table and hunched over a textbook.
“We just finished,” Ian groaned. “Why are you still studying?”
Mickey hummed. “Just doing some readings in advance for next semester.”
“Whatever… how long have I been out?”
Mickey scoffed. “Long enough for the results to come out.”
Ian scrambled out of his bed to dress himself and race to the library. “What?
Really?”
                                     ****
Nick was already jumping when Ian arrived.
“I take it you passed?”
“Yep!” Nick wrapped an arm around Ian’s shoulder. “Come on now, hurry up and
check your score.”
Ian quickly logged in, and opened up the site. As it began to load, he closed
his eyes, and only when Nick cheered did he open them, seeing the number 88
printed firmly next to his name.
“DUDE! What the fuck?!” Nick clapped him on the shoulder.
Ian grinned to himself. Holy shit, he might have even given Mickey a run for
his money!
Seeing Ian’s expression, Nick smirked. “Might even be enough to beat the nerd,
Ian. Go get some of that.” With another clap on the back, he sent Ian strolling
smugly out of the library.
                                     ****
“Hey, you’re back.”
Ian rushed over to Mickey, who was still hunched over his textbook as if his
close proximity would make him remember it more quickly. “I got 88, Mick!”
Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around Mickey’s neck.
To his surprise, Mickey didn’t move away, but simply chuckled. “Nick job,
Gallagher.”
“So? Did I do it?”
Mickey didn't respond for a moment and Ian was about to poke him before he
finally said, “I’m not paying for all the sushi you wolf down.”
Ian blinked for a moment while Mickey looked to the ceiling as if asking it to
give him strength before it finally registered.
“Oh… oh! When are we doing this?”
“Tonight? It’s the weekend. We can sneak out easily.”
Ian whooped internally and Mickey seemed to cringe at Ian’s excitement.
It was only when he’d reached Nick’s room to blurt his joy at his chance
tonight that it hit him.
Mickey hadn’t mentioned his own test score.
***** The Date *****
Chapter Summary
     Mickey takes Ian out to that restaurant. Ian goes for a special kind
     of dessert.
Chapter Notes
     It has been so hard to find time to continue this, so I apologise in
     advance. This is also completely unedited and the first time I've
     properly written smut. Urp. Pls don't kill me for my writing
     inadequacy.
Deciding what to wear to a date that might not be a date was stressful, Ian
decided, as he stared at the clothes strewn over Nick's bed.
"Remind me why I let you empty your whole closet onto my bed?" deadpanned said
owner of bed.
"Because I can't let Mickey see what I'll wear before the actual thing! It'll
ruin the wow factor that will go towards me ending up in his bed. Preferably
with me wrapped around..."
"Okay, gonna have to stop you there, dude. I don't wanna know the specifics."
Ian flipped him off before turning around.
"What do you think?"
Nick gave a long whistle. "Man, if the nerd doesn't scramble to rip your
clothes off looking like that, I might have to."
Ian snorted. "Thanks, but your ass ain't worth it."
Nick scoffed in mock hurt before shaking his head. "The shit I deal with."
                                     ****
"Where the fuck have you been, Gallagher?"
Ian strolled over to where Mickey was standing, obscured by a tree with
haphazardly drooping branches.
"Relax, none of the teachers are out..."
Ian paused as he finally saw Mickey in his entirety. He was wearing some snug
black jeans and a white shirt with a low V-neck, and all Ian could do was drool
at the sight of this inexplicably hot nerd.
Said nerd was suitably unimpressed.
"Well can we get going already? Time is money and all that shit."
Ian simply nodded eagerly and made sure to keep a good view of Mickey's ass as
they left.
                                     ****
"Wow, that's..."
"Not a fucking word."
"Wasn't gonna say anything."
Ian grinned at Mickey's glare as they settled into the darkest corner of the
restaurant.
"Need me to pull out a chair for you?"
Mickey narrowed his eyes. "All I need you to do is sit away from me and look
pretty."
"You think I'm pretty?"
"Not the fucking point."
                                     ****
To say Ian was gobsmacked was an understatement. Food seemed to be some sort of
magical trigger that turned Mickey into a happy, talkative person. Ian was
seriously considering leaving chip packets around their room to get Mickey into
this food-induced state more often.
"I swear man, bus drivers are the fucking bane of this world. The sign says
come 5 minutes earlier just in case, then it turns out the stupid idiots have
already passed by or they're not coming at all."
Ian groaned in acknowledgement. "That really is the worst."
"They can't even get the routes right sometimes," Mickey continued with his
mouth full of prawn, "stupid assholes."
Shoving more crab into his mouth, Mickey finally seemed to have reached the end
of his rant on shitty buses.
"So, Gallagher, how you finding this shithole?"
"The school? Yeah, yeah, it's turning out not so bad."
"Hanging out with junior Bieber?"
"Who, Nick?" Ian burst out laughing. "I guess his haircut really does look
like... oh my god, how did I not notice that before?"
As Ian continued laughing, he saw Mickey grin at him, the first true smile he'd
seen on Mickey since meeting him. If Ian thought Mickey was hot being grumpy
and cursing him out, Mickey grinning was an absolute beauty.
Their brief eye contact was broken by a high-pitched, "Would you like your bill
now?"
Ian quickly turned to the waitress and nodded, and when he looked back,
Mickey's face was already back to its usual expression. His smile was already
etched into Ian's mind though.
"So..." Mickey nudged Ian's foot gently. "Who's footing the bill?"
"Umm..." Ian looked at the table nervously. "We usually dine and dash."
"That right?" Ian looked up to see Mickey smirking at him. "I'll cover it."
Ian started to protest but was cut off by Mickey raising his hand.
"I got it, Gallagher. Besides, gotta treat my student for his awesome marks,
eh?"
Ian paused. "Is... is that all this is? Just you being a good tutor?"
Mickey sighed. "Why you gotta make a big deal out of everything?"
"Oh." Ian couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed.
Mickey sighed again and his face softened. "It's more than that. We're hanging
out, good friends and all that shit. Better?"
Ian grinned in response.
"Are you made of money, or something? Your tip was ridiculous!"
"Ain't most of the kids here made of money?"
"Huh. We barely make enough to get by."
Mickey looked over at him, eyebrows furrowed.
"You're not one of those rich boys whose daddy buys them a new car every
weekend?"
Ian snorted. "The only thing Frank does every weekend is stumble in needing a
new liver."
"Huh."
Ian looked at Mickey, who seemed to be deep in concentration.
"What?"
Mickey waved him off. "Nothing, just... you talking about Frank Gallagher?"
Ian blinked. "You know him?"
"Yeah," Mickey rubbed the back of his neck. "Southside Chicago."
Ian gaped at him. "No way. No fucking way."
Mickey only smirked.
"You're Southside?"
"Yep," Mickey responded, drawing out the 'p'. "Surprised?"
"Holy shit. Wha-what..." Ian could only splutter. "Why are you here then?"
Something dark crossed Mickey's face for a moment before he shook himself.
"Family shit."
Ian knew better than to probe any further, seeing as Mickey was gradually
retreating into himself and falling silent. Instead, he stepped in front of
Mickey and bent down to his eye level. *God, he's short.'
"Well Mickey, you gonna walk me to my door like a true gentleman?"
Mickey huffed out a laugh. "We're in the same room, dipshit."
"You inviting me to a sleepover?"
"Fuck you is what you're invited to."
"Yes, please."
Mickey stopped abruptly.
"What?"
Ian backtracked. "I just meant-oof"
Mickey cut him off by pressing his lips to Ian's, eliciting a breathy moan.
Before Ian could take the kiss further, Mickey had pulled back, grinning.
"Huh. That felt pretty good."
Ian felt confidence coursing through his veins and pushed Mickey against their
door.
"Yeah? Why don't we go even further?"
He attacked Mickey's neck as Mickey fumbled in his pockets for the keys before
there was a clang.
"F-fuck. You made me drop them."
Mickey bent over, giving Ian a full jaw-dropping view of his ass. Damn, it was
a mouthwatering sight.
Smack.
A pit of dread formed in Ian's stomach as Mickey froze. Shit, I think I've gone
too far.
"Did... you just hit my ass?"
"Uhm... yes?"
Mickey shook his head, finally unlocking the door, but Ian noted him
surreptitiously adjusting his jeans.
He grabbed Mickey by the shoulder and turned him around before palming his
crotch and smirking. Rock hard.
"Looks like you liked it, Mick."
"Fuck off," Mickey turned away, a blush forming on his cheeks.
"Mm," Ian simply grunted before dipping his head to meet Mickey's lips again.
After years of discreetly fucking Kash in classrooms, kissing Mickey felt less
frantic and more affectionate. He could feel Mickey's inexperience in the way
he hesitantly moulded his lips to Ian's, but enjoyed how he made up for it by
enthusiastically, albeit bluntly, slipping his tongue into Ian's mouth and
bringing a tentative hand up to grip his hair.
"Mmm..."
Ian didn't know who had moaned but it only propelled him to slowly lead Mickey
towards his bed, where they continued moulding themselves together.
"Wait."
Ian paused, looking at Mickey's flushed face.
"What?"
Mickey bit his bottom lip. "I haven't really..."
Ian chuckled. "That's okay. We don't have to do that tonight." He gradually
moved down towards Mickey's jeans, running his lips along Mickey's soft
stomach, partially exposed under his T-shirt.
"Why don't you let me take care of you?"
Ian smirked as Mickey only moaned in response and placed his hand over Mickey's
crotch.
"That okay?"
Mickey nodded half-heartedly, his head already tipped back, and Ian unzipped
Mickey's jeans with one smooth motion.
"Mm... Mickey..." Ian took Mickey into his hand and started stroking him
softly.
"Ahhh... Ian..."
"You like that?"
"Mm..."
Taking that as a sign to continue, Ian gradually sank down between Mickey's
legs, making sure to hold eye contact as he took Mickey into his mouth.
"Arghhh!"
Ian moaned instinctively, turned on by Mickey's loud whine as he bobbed his
head, sucking and lapping up the precome that had began accumulating on the
head.
Mickey continued whining as Ian made a complete mess, saliva and precome
dribbling from his mouth.
"I-I... ugh!"
Ian bobbed faster in response and it wasn't long before warm liquid was filling
his mouth. Ian nearly came himself to the sound of Mickey shouting his name as
he rode his high.
"Fuck..."
Ian crawled back up and kissed Mickey, who jolted in surprise as Ian pushed his
tongue in, sharing his come, before relaxing into it.
They lay there, panting for a few minutes before Mickey swatted at his arm.
"Need me to return the favour?"
Ian was all for having Mickey between his legs, but seeing the way he eyed
Ian's crotch nervously made him change his mind.
"Nah, you can do it next time."
Mickey grinned in relief and settled his head on Ian's chest, already drifting
off to sleep.
Before Ian could do the same, he heard his phone buzzing on the nightstand, and
reached over to grab it.
Nick: You gonna clear your clothes from my bed anytime soon?
Ian huffed a laugh and nuzzled his face in the heavily gelled hair then sent a
quick text in reply before settling in to sleep with a grin on his face.
Ian: Mission accomplished.
***** Revelation *****
Chapter Summary
     Mickey's version of Murphy's Law: Just when something looks like it
     might not be so shit, it all goes to shit.
Chapter Notes
     I'm sorry. This fic just stopped. I know it's been so, so long. And
     I'm sorry.
     I've left the fandom, to be honest. Seeing how these two were treated
     by the show just sapped any sense of enjoyment I had for this ship.
     But I started writing again recently, because I've had some free
     time. And it turns out that I'd planned this story in its entirety.
     So I decided. I'm going to do one final act for this ship, which
     should've been treated so much better in canon.
     I'm going to see this story through to its end. Finally.
     If you're still reading, I salute you for sticking around. I'm so
     sorry. And I thank you so, so much.
A loud buzzing was the first thing Ian registered when he woke. Opening his
eyes, Ian was momentarily stymied by the sunlight and blindly fumbled around
for his phone. He checked it, only to see it was an alarm he’d forgotten to
switch off. For a moment, he considered using this time to get up to close the
blinds, realising they’d been too preoccupied to do so last night. That train
of thought lead to him remembering in vivid detail what exactly had happened
last night.
As if sensing his thoughts, at that moment, Mickey shifted where he’d been
lying against Ian’s chest and turned his head to face Ian. Mickey gave a sleepy
smile and croaked, “How’d you sleep?”
Ian grinned at the adorable nerd and buried his nose in Mickey’s hair.
“Perfectly.”
Ian felt rather than heard Mickey snort, the vibrations going into his chest.
“So uhh… Gallagher, what you got planned for today?”
“I’m probably just going to hang out with Nick. He smuggled some good weed in.
It’ll be awesome.”
Ian felt Mickey go still and shift slightly away from him. “Oh.”
Ian looked down to find Mickey staring blankly back at him. “What’s wrong?”
Mickey shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay…?”
Mickey gave a long sigh and shook himself out of Ian’s grip. “Alright off you
go then.”
Ian watched on confusedly as Mickey started dressing himself and busying
himself with organising his textbooks. “Now? It’s still early. Nick’s probably
not up yet, we can still have some more fun.”
Mickey chuckled. “Some more fun, eh? Just go, Gallagher. I’m sure you’ll have a
blast getting high with your friend.” He fidgeted with his hair and reached
down to put on his shoes. “I’ll see you later,” he muttered before racing out
the door.
Ian, left alone in a now cold and empty bed, scratched his head. “That was
weird…” He checked his phone again to find that it was only 7am. There was no
way Nick would be awake at this time. It made him wonder what exactly Mickey
planned to do for the whole day. Probably stay couped up in the library all day
long… Ian paused. The library would be completely quiet for he and Mickey to do
whatever they wanted now, right? He grinned and made his way over. He’d meet
Nick when the latter finally returned to the land of the living.
                                     ****
Sure enough, after Ian looked in a few dark corners of the library, he finally
found Mickey huddled on the ground between two bookshelves, with textbooks
lying open around him. Ian chuckled to himself at just how much of a nerd this
kid was, then creeped up behind Mickey before slapping a hand on his shoulder.
“Holy shit, what the---” Mickey looked back with a terrifying glare. “Oi, what
the fuck, Gallagher!”
Ian smirked and leaned in to peck the nerd on the lips. For a moment, he felt
Mickey respond, before he was shoved away harshly.
“I thought I told you to go get high with that Bieber kid.”
Ian attached his lips to Mickey’s neck, revelling as the latter moaned softly.
“I thought this would be more fun.” Before he could continue, Mickey had frozen
again.
Ian groaned. “What is your problem?” He looked up to see Mickey glaring at him.
“Maybe I don’t just want to have fun.”
“What?”
Mickey sighed. “Nothing. Either way, I don’t wanna be caught making out--
- Gallagher!”
Ian acquiesced and stopped nuzzling Mickey’s neck. “Fine, fine. Not like
anyone’s gonna be here at this time, anyway.”
“I need to study-“
“We literally just finished out exams.”
“Fuck off.”
When Ian tried to get closer to Mickey, he found himself being pushed away
firmly.
“I’m being serious, Gallagher. Leave me alone. I’ll see you later.” With that,
Mickey went back to his textbooks and ignored Ian completely.
‘What’s wrong with him?’ Ian wondered.
                                     ****
Nick was waiting for Ian as he walked into the dining hall, and smirked upon
seeing him.
“Your lips look very… puffy.”
“That’s what making out in the library will do to you,” Ian replied airily.
“And getting to third base the night before.”
Nick laughed in disbelief. “Wow, you moved pretty quickly.”
“Yeah well, need to corrupt him as soon as possible.”
“I think you’re on the right track.”
                                     ****
Stevie Nicks’ ‘Landslide’ had held a special place in Mickey’s heart for a very
long time, specifically since he was eleven.  It had been two years since he’d
arrived at this school, and he was desperately missing something—anything—that
reminded him of his mother and sister.  He’d been put up in an empty room, and
had found an old of Fleetwood Mac’s, conveniently called Fleetwood Mac.  Mickey
didn’t know much about the band, or record players for that matter, but he sat
down with the ancient-looking device and figured out how to use it.  Here,
where he knew nobody and preferred it that way, the music offered him solace
and reminded him of home.
And now, Gallagher was fumbling around with it, and Mickey was getting pretty
fucking annoyed. The asshole had come bumbling back into their room, and made a
beeline straight for Mickey’s crotch. As if there was literally nothing else on
his mind. It was downright infuriating, even if Mickey wanted to get on his
knees and return the favour.
“Can you get your fucking paws off that? I’d appreciate it if you left things
the way they fucking are.”
“Jeez okay,” Ian put his hands up. “I’m just bored. Why’s this thing so
important anyway?”
“This thing reminds me of my mother,” Mickey snapped at that, softening when
Ian flinched back. “She…she ODed when I was nine years old.”
“Mickey-,”
Mickey held up his hand. “No, you wanted to know.  I don’t know how or why, but
she was always a big fan of her, and Rhiannon was my bedtime song.  This… this
was the only piece of her I have left.”
Ian stood there, silent in thought. “Thanks… for telling me.”
“Yeah well, don’t go blabbering it to anyone. Now can I get back to these
textbooks, or what?”
He turned around, and missed Ian’s conflicted expression, as if he was seeing
something different in Mickey for the first time.
In Ian’s haste to jump Mickey earlier, he’d chucked his phone on Mickey’s
table.
And just as Ian’s luck would have it, the phone now flashed, allowing Mickey to
see a certain new message.
Mission accomplished, eh? Only one base left to go with the nerd.
***** Hollow *****
Chapter Summary
     Everything is not as it seems.
Chapter Notes
     Firstly, thanks to those who commented on the (now deleted) chapter I
     posted a couple of days ago.
     Now:
     So I read through the chapter I posted and realised something
     horrible.
     I used the wrong plan. This is why the chapter did not make much
     sense.
     (This is what happens when you just leave everything all over the
     place in one massive word doc without any organisation whatsoever).
     So, I am sorry for that mistake.
     This is the real Chapter 8, using the plan I was SUPPOSED to use. I
     will delete the old (and horrible I am so sorry you had to read that)
     chapter ASAP.
“What the fuck is this?”
Ian had been deciding which bed to sleep in, when the short brunette had
stormed up to him, eyes blazing as he held up Ian’s phone.
He took a short moment to read Nick’s message. Shit.
“Gallagher, what the fuck is he talking about?”
“I…” Quick, make something up, Ian! “He was just talking about… my mission to…”
Mickey’s glare intensified.
“To become your best friend!” Heh… nice save, Ian.
“That’s not what it fucking looks like to me.”
“He’s… just teasing me, that’s all. He doesn’t know anything happened between
us.” Ian mustered the widest grin he could, and tried not to break down under
Mickey’s withering stare.
Ian held his breath as Mickey paused. The anger in his expression didn’t fade,
but his glare softened.
“…Fine. I… I trust you, Gallagher.”
Ian inwardly let out a sigh of relief, and ignored the churning in his chest
telling him that he was doing something extremely wrong. Instead, he took his
phone back, went to his own bed and quickly burrowed under the blankets before
Mickey could change his mind.
                                     ****
You trust Gallagher? What a fucking joke.
While Ian had morphed into a human burrito, Mickey had gone back to his desk,
wondering what the hell had happened to his brain-to-mouth filter. Although he
certainly didn’t regret what the two of them had done, he kept wondering, what
exactly did Ian think of him?
The redhead only seemed interested in finding opportunities to make out with
him, which was great and all, but now combined with that message that he’d been
so cagey about? An uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of Mickey’s
stomach, as he decided he had to confront a certain person.
                                     ****
“I saw your message to Gallagher.”
“Oh, that? How’s he going? Has he gotten you into bed yet?”
“That’s his mission?”
“Yeah, if he wants the cash, that is.”
“Cash?”
 “…oops.”
A deep sigh. “How much?”
“… three thousand?”
“I see.”
                                     ****
Ian was pissed. Just when he thought he and Mickey were getting somewhere, the
short brunette was suddenly avoiding him. He was never in their shared room,
and he wasn’t even in the library, despite Ian’s attempts to find him. The
librarian had glanced at him questioningly as he searched each corridor and
corner.
“Has Mickey come into the library?”
“Kid with all the textbooks? Not in a while.”
Surely, Ian thought, he would run into Mickey in class. But as he walked into
Maths, he was shocked to discover Mickey’s seat empty. He was even more shocked
when the teacher didn’t even bat an eye at Mickey’s absence.
At the end of the lesson, he walked up to the teacher.
“Sir, do you know where Mickey is today?”
“Ah, Mickey? The principal needed him for something.”
The principal? That woman?
                                     ****
Ian could hear soft murmuring as he approached the Principal’s office.
“What do you think of the boy?”
“He’s… a lazy shit, but he’s smart when he puts his mind to it.”
Ian furrowed his eyebrows. Were they talking about him?
“And how much tutoring have you done with him?”
“Quite a bit… his grades have improved.”
Ian moved closer to the door, and seeing it was slightly ajar, peeked in.
Mickey, indeed, was sitting there, facing the principal.
“Yes, you’ve really helped him along. Good job, Mickey.”
From his spot besides the door, Ian struggled not to let out a noise of
surprise. Good job? What was the principal on about? It almost sounded like…
Mickey had been asked to tutor Ian.
“Yeah well… I knew Gallagher from Southside. Don’t think he remembers me but…
it’s probably better if he doesn’t.”
“In any case, I’m pleased. I’ll help some more with Yevgeny. Svetlana has been
asking me to cover his Science field trip.”
“Thanks Ms Matousek.”
Ian couldn’t hold it in. He burst through the door.
“What is going on?”
Mickey turned to him with wide eyes. “…Ian?”
He ignored Mickey and turned to the principal, who was watching their
interaction with shrewd eyes. “Did you put Mickey up to this? Tutoring me?”
The principal sat back in her chair and returned his fierce glare. “Yes. You
have a problem with this?”
“So you’ve been paying Mickey off to what… watch me behind my back?”
“I was curious to track your progress. And I’m not really pay-…”
“I can’t believe this.”
While Ian stood there, a sense of betrayal washing through him, he saw Mickey
rise up from his seat.
“You’re not any better, Gallagher.”
“What are you talking about?”
“How much did you bet again?”
Ian’s blood turned cold. Mickey chuckled grimly before continuing.
“Was it… three thousand? Yeah, I know, Gallagher. You can’t pull one over me.
Don’t you dare lecture me about being paid off. You don’t even know the full
story.”
“What do you mean…”
“You don’t get to know. Why don’t you go collect your prize money? I hear he’s
got it ready for you.”
With one final glare, Mickey brushed past Ian and rushed out of the room.
Ian turned to the principal.
“Tell me more.”
She sighed in response, and shook her head slightly. “You’re very brash, Ian.
Tell me, how much do you know about Mickey?”
“I…”
“His family? Where he comes from?”
Ian reddened in embarrassment. “I… I don’t know.”
“Hmm.”
“Can you tell me?”
“Ian, there’s someone else you should be asking this to. Don’t you think?”
“I guess so.”
                                     ****
When Ian returned to his room, he was surprised to see Mickey sitting at his
desk, earphones in.
“…Mickey?”
He saw Mickey’s shoulders stiffen immediately.
“What?”
“I’m thinking we should… talk?”
Mickey sighed, looked up for a long moment as if hoping lightning would strike
him where he sat, then turned around to face Ian.
“Your friend, Nick, told me what you were doing. I guess I’m not surprised.”
“I…” Ian paused. He felt unusually guilty. Surely it was just because he’d been
caught red-handed, but he felt like a kid again, being scolded just like he’d
been scolded by Fiona multiple times before. He looked at Mickey and saw an
expression that he’d seen on Fiona’s face multiple times. Weariness.
Exhaustion. Like he’d accepted that the world would only ever throw shit to
him.
What had Fiona said once?
Sometimes, I wish I could just give up.
“I should be angry at you, Gallagher,” Mickey chuckled darkly to himself. “But
strangely enough, I’m not.”
“What?”
“We’ve met before. Once.”
“What?”
“Have you turned into a broken recorder?” Mickey deadpanned. “We’ve met before.
You probably wouldn’t remember. It was… not great. My dad kicked both our
asses.”
“…What?”
“Seriously?” Mickey rolled his eyes. “Fine, few years ago, the bastard caught
us in some back alley. Then he kicked our asses and…” He paused as his voice
wavered. “He made me fuck some whore down the road.”
“I…” Ian’s eyes furrowed, vague recollections appearing in his mind. He
remembered hazily a night where he’d woken up hungover, with dried blood on his
head, Fiona’s tear-streaked face at his side.
I thought I’d lost you, she’d said, and Ian had never understood. I got lost?
he’d asked. He remembered Fiona’s confused face as she recounted desperately
searching the streets for him, finding him face down on the pavement as some
old man holding a crowbar walked away.
“Terry must have hit you on the head pretty hard, if you still don’t remember.”
“I think I sorta remember…”
“You know what happened after that? Yevgeny was born.”
“You mean…”
“That’s right. I fuck a whore one time, and she winds up pregnant. Just my
luck, huh? Then the fucking principal, can you believe, turns out to be this
whore’s mother. Got this massive guilt complex now where she gets off spoiling
Yevgeny rotten. It’s… how I got here.”
“But what about your family?”
“Everyone’s shit-scared of Terry. They wouldn’t lift a finger against him. I’m
only here ‘cos the principal pulled some massive fucking strings. So yes,
Gallagher, she did ask me to tutor you. And yes, she’s throwing money at me
‘cos she’s got some fucking guilt complex. And again, you ain’t much better.”
He advanced towards Ian.
“You know, I might as well help you get your three grand too.”
“Huh?”
Mickey pounced on him, dragging them both to the floor.
“Take me, or whatever the fuck, get your cash from that douchebag, then stay
the fuck away from me.”
“But why?”
Mickey gritted his teeth. Before Ian had a chance to say something else, Mickey
kissed him. Their lips bruised together, hard and forceful. He felt a hand
unbuttoning his pants, forcing its way into Ian’s boxers.
“Fuck me hard, Gallagher.”
Ian convulsed as Mickey gripped him hard, bucking away from him, then slamming
back towards him. He kept grinding against Mickey, before he too rammed a hand
between their bodies, fumbling at Mickey’s belt before his own hand found
Mickey and elicited a breathless moan.
He fetched lube and condoms from a drawer – “You were all prepared for this,
weren’t you, Gallagher?” – before drenching two of his fingers and plunging
them into Mickey, who responded as if electrified.
“Ah, fuck!” Mickey panted and arched while Ian’s fingers worked their way deep
inside him. Ian lifted his head and simply watched Mickey’s face while he
fucked him with his fingers, occasionally letting his gaze sweep down Mickey’s
body and back up to his face again. He watched, enchanted, as Mickey’s face
flushed and the bruised lips parted, while Ian’s fingers scissored and plunged.
“Fuck, Gallagher, please!”
Satisfied that Mickey really was already prepared, Ian pulled back and
positioned himself between Mickey’s thighs. He hoisted one leg onto his
shoulder, let Mickey wrap the other around his waist and slowly eased himself
into Mickey’s tight, welcoming heat. They both almost fell apart.
“Fuck,” Ian exhaled slowly, his head lolling back while he pushed himself in to
the hilt.
It wasn’t long before Ian could feel his orgasm approaching, especially when
Mickey tumbled over the edge and released over their bodies.
When Ian finally finished, finding completion as Mickey clenched around him, he
rested his head in Mickey’s shoulder for a brief moment before the brunette
shoved him off and stood up.
“You got what you want from me. Now fuck off and never talk to me again.”
Ian lay sprawled on the floor, come sticking on his abdomen and dick, as he
stared in shock at Mickey’s quick departure.
He opened his phone to his messages.
I fucked him.
Pressing send, he rested his head back on the floor, waiting for the thrill of
achieving his conquest to come.
It never did.
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