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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shameless_(US)
  Relationship:
      Ian_Gallagher/Mickey_Milkovich
  Character:
      Ian_Gallagher, Mickey_Milkovich, The_Gallaghers
  Additional Tags:
      Emotional_Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological_Abuse, Unconventional
      Relationship, Past_Sexual_Abuse, Self_Loathing, Angst, Extremely
      Underage, Eventual_Happy_Ending, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Twisted_and
      Fluffy_Feelings, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con, Underage_Sex,
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, Moral_Dilemmas, Underage_Drinking, Underage
      Kissing, Underage_Drug_Use, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Read_tags
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      Published: 2017-11-25 Chapters: 10/? Words: 68717
****** Unconventional ******
by Aromance91
Summary
     Ian is 11yrs old and chases away all his babysitters with his antics
     and onery attitude.That is until his sister Fiona ask his best
     friends older brother to babysit.
     Mickey has a colored past and feeling are brought to the surface when
     he is tasked with babysitting his sisters best friend. He knows that
     its dangerous and he shouldn't but....the heart wants.
Notes
     READ THE TAGS, THIS IS AN UNDERAGE FIC.
***** Long Night *****
Chapter Summary
     just updated to original story working on new chapter now xoxo
Chapter Notes
     READ THE TAGS THAT IS ALL
He grabbed Ian’s hand and they made their way across the street to the boys
house. Mickey never saw himself being anyone's babysitter, especially after
watching his sister for so long but when Ian’s sister approached him when he
picked up Mandy from their house he found himself unable to say no. It was the
best decision he had ever made.
You see Mickey was 14 and kept mostly to himself. He didn’t have very many
friends. He lived with his brothers and his little sister. Their mom died when
they were younger and his father was long gone, shot in a drug deal gone wrong.
He couldn’t be happier, his father had a nasty habit of using his children as
punching bags and if he was drunk enough he might even sleep into their bed at
night. When it came to the fucked up things his father did he didn’t seem to
have a preference though Mickey tried to keep him away from his sister in both
aspects resulting in most of the unwanted attention. Who knows maybe that was
the reason he seemed to stare longer than he should at the boy sitting on the
couch next to his sister. The two kids were playing video games and playfully
shoving each other. He leaned against the door and watched as the young boy
kicked his sisters ass at Halo. He walked around the couch and sat down next to
the boy with his freckled face and green eyes. “Can I try?”

The boy looked up at him with his innocent face and handed him the controler.
“You have to beat her though Mick cause if not you’ll stop my streak”
“Streak huh?”
“Yea Mick. I beat her like 4 times already ”
“No it was only 3” his sister replied elbowing the boy in the side.
“No it was 4 Mandy don’t lie” the boy said crossing his arms and glaring at his
sister.
“Easy there kid, don’t fuckin worry. I always win” he replied. It was true less
than 10 minutes later his sister was frowning again because he kept killing her
character. He lay wrapped his hand around the boys shoulder and looked down at
him.“ See buddy told you. You reputation is intact.” He was about ready to
stand up from the couch when Fiona walked into the room.
“You’re so good with him” she said walking over and rustling her hand through
the boys hair. “Would you consider maybe babysitting? I know it’s sudden but..I
can’t keep a sitter to save my life.”
Babysitting? He shouldn’t, that would be irresponsible. He already had a hard
enough time each time fighting his urges each time he picked up his sister. Ian
was always trying to get his attention but he usually made a point to grab
Mandy and go. He glanced over to the small face staring up at him and willed
himself not to lick his lips.He looked back over to Fiona “why? You not payin
em or somethin?”
The girl laughed “ No nothing like that. It’s just Ian...well he can be a
handful and it seems people seem to run for the hills after a few days. I just
thought with Mandy and him hangin out all the time anyway..”
“You gonna be my sitter Mickey? So that mean we can play video games all day
right ?”
He let out a small laugh because the kid was adorable. His pink cheeks littered
with freckles and his orange hair falling into his green eyes...Focus..
“Uh yea I guess. I mean..you gonna pay me? I don’t do shit for free.” He would
though. Now the offer was out there, he would absolutely do it for free.
“Of course Mickey, and my house i your house so help yourself to whatever you
want” the girl replied.
She shouldn’t say that. If he did that then the warm body next to him might
find itself in another position. He knew he was not a good person for thinking
these things. He tried to be. He thought by protecting Mandy from his dad, and
making sure she had everything she needed, by doing ok in school made him a
good person. It did on the outside. On the inside though his dad had left a
curiosity that was unfixable. A lingering eye and hands that wanted to touch
longer than they should. A fondness for soft skin and the smell of shampoo.
Fuck.
“I’m down then” he said standing up from the couch. ‘When you need me to
start?”
“Actually..I have a date tonight if maybe”
“Yes. I mean sure” he said scratching the back of his neck. He didn’t want to
seem as eager as he was actually feeling.
“Great. So how about you come back here by 7pm?” Fiona said. “I’ll make sure he
has dinner so you guys can just hang out and then bedtime is 9” she looked over
at Ian.
“Fine Fi fuck” the boy said crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.
“Ian! Do not talk to me like that” she snapped.
“Sorry.” Ian said softly then looked up at him “ Can we watch a scary movie?”
He looked over at the boy’s sister who shrugged her shoulders leaving him the
choice.
“Sure kid” he said leaning down and rustling the boys hair. it was like silk
between his fingers. He needed to leave. “Ok so we’ll be back then unless” he
turned to his sister “ you wanna stay”
“No. Ian cheats I don’t wanna play anymore” Mandy huffed and walked to the
door. “ I just wanna go home” his sister whined.
“Alright stop bein a fuckin crybaby.” he looked over at Fiona and nodded his
head. “I'll be back at 7”
******
Fiona left around 7:15 leaving them to pick out a movie. He went into the
kitchen and opened the fridge. There were four beers lining the door so he
grabbed one. She said he could help himself. He popped the top with his pocket
knife then walked over to the couch and sat down next to Ian before reaching
out and grabbing the remote. “So kid what you wanna watch?” he said flipping
through the channels.
“You said we could watch a scary movie” Ian said looking at him with hopeful
eyes.
He did say that. “Alright buddy let’s see what we got to choose from” he
replied pulling up the guide. He clicked on the free movies and found one of
his favorites. Final Destination. He sat back in the couch and watched as the
preview movie started.
“What’s this about?” Ian asked reaching for his water.
He let out a small laugh. “I’m not gonna tell you kid. That would take away all
the fun.”
“We should make popcorn and turn off the lights like the movies. That would
make it even more fun” Ian jumped up from the couch before he had a chance to
answer.
“Hey” he called out standing up and walking into the kitchen.
Ian was kneeling on the counter pulling out a package of popcorn. The boy
turned around and looked at him “This is my favorite because its kettle corn so
it has sugar on it. It’s better than the movies.”
He didn’t know why but he walked over to the boy and picked him up off the
counter and sat him on the ground.
“You didn’t have to do that. I can walk” Ian said and shoved the plastic
package at him. “You gonna make it or what?”
He raised a brow because this kid was too much. He was starting to be a little
bratty but he was ok with it for now. “Sure thing little man. Go find a bowl to
put it in.” He walked over to the microwave and threw the bag inside after
removing it from the package. He turned around to see Ian practically inside
the bottom cupboard throwing different sized containers behind him. Kid was
making a mess but that wasn’t what caught his attention. He was on his knees
again but the way he was reaching in the cupboard his shirt was rising
revealing a small patch of snow white skin between the hem of his sweat pants
and his t-shirt. He looked away because he shouldn’t have stared in the first
place right? Yea just because he wanted to walk over and push the boys shirt up
more so he could feel his soft skin under his fingertips didn’t mean he should.
He shouldn’t think about how watching the boy bent over made his dick twitch
and his soul darken. He shouldn’t...
The microwave beeped pulling him from his thoughts. He exhaled a deep breath he
didn’t know he was holding and opened the door pulling out the puffed brown
bag. Ian emerged with a blue bowl and set it on the counter.
“You’re gonna clean up your mess right?” he said pouring the popcorn into the
bowl.
“I’ll do it after the movie. Come on Mickey. We can turn off the lights and
pretend we’re at the theater. It will be cool.”
He shook his head and crossed his arms looking down at the 11yr old. “Nope.
Clean that shit up first then we can watch the movie.” he replied popping a
kernel of corn into his mouth.
Ian’s soft smile quickly changed to a defiant glare. “You’re no fun Mickey.” he
huffed and kicked one of the tupperwares that was on the floor.
“Not my problem kid. You made the mess so clean it up.” he said shrugging his
shoulders. “That or you can just go to your room and I’ll eat this sugary
popcorn and watch scary movies by myself.”
Ian’s face softened and he bent down to pick up the container he kicked. He
watched as the boy put everything back and then the two made their way to the
living room. He turned off the light leaving only the brightness from the TV
screen. He sat down on the couch setting the bowl of popcorn between he and
Ian.
As the movie progressed he found himself paying less and less attention. This
was one of his favorite movies but the small jumps and soft gasps from the kid
next to him were capturing his attention. He watched as Ian pulled his legs up
underneath him so he was now sitting cross legged on the couch. He was grabbing
little handfuls of popcorn and shoving them in his mouth, eyes never leaving
the screen. Ian licked the butter from the popcorn off his lips and again he
knew he should turn away again. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the bowl
moving it to the table in front of him. Ian gave him a curious look but didn’t
complain. The boy rest his head on his hands and continued to watch the movie.
They were about to witness the first death after the plane crash.
Ian jumped back as the graphic scene played in front of his eyes. “Relax kid.
It’s just a movie” he said scooting closer to the boy.
“I..I know’ Ian replied but he could tell he was still spooked.
“It’s just gonna get scarier” he said rustling the boy’s hair again. He
couldn’t resist feeling the softness under his fingertips again. “Maybe we
should put on somethin else?”
“No. I’m OK, I wanna watch this.”
“Alright”
It was only about 10 more minutes later before Ian jumped again, this time
covering his eyes. Again he didn’t think.. Not really. He reached out and
grabbed the boy pulling him close.
“You sure you don’t want to watch somethin else?”
“Yea I’m sure but can I stay here.. with you?” Ian’s eyes looked into his and
he could see that he was scared and needed comfort but was trying not to admit
it.
“I don’t see why not” he replied. Ian said nothing but instead leaned against
him. For his age he was actually pretty small. He had that look though like he
would sprout like a beanstalk. Now though he was maybe 4’10. He moved his
attention back to the movie. It was harder this time to concentrate now that
each small flinch a frightened breath was much closer. He could literally feel
the kid moving against his side. The universe was cruel. It was testing him by
putting him in this situation. The room was dark and Ian was already so close
to him…
He knew he was going to fail this test the moment Ian jumped again when the 2nd
person died. When she was hit by a bus boy scooted back again but he was
already against the couch. Ian raised his hands to his eyes and that’s when he
decided to pull him onto his lap and wrap his arms around him securely. He
waited for some push back but instead Ian just relaxed in his arms. This was
the worst thing he could have done to himself. Stupid Mickey. He should have
just turned off the fucking movie and put on disney or some shit but nope. Ian
was now on his lap moving around and as he stiffened in his pants he felt his
morals slowly slipping away with each passing minute. He unwrapped his arms and
ran his hands down the boys resting them around his waist “You comfortable
kid?”
Ian turned and smiled at him “Shh Mick, I think the ghost is about to come
back.”
“It’s not a ghost” he replied running his hands slowly up again his finger
brushing against the bottom of Ians shirt letting the tips of his fingers touch
his sides lightly.
“Yes it..hey” Ian said as shimmied his body “Stop Mick that tickles ”
His heart was beating fast as he actually tickled the boy this time causing the
him to start wiggling around in his lap.
‘Knock it off Mickey. I mean it” Ian laughed jerking his body.
“Or what hmm” he said his hands now under the boy's shirt climbing slowly up.
His skin felt like velvet and he couldn’t help that growing hardness in his
pants and his thumbs moved over Ian's sides.” You don’t like being tickled?” he
replied tickling him one more time.
Ian huffed and sat back against him looking up “I’m not a baby Mickey”
“I..I know that” he replied trying to not focus on the fact that he now had a
boner and the boy has just scooted himself right back onto it. He closed his
eyes. Be good be good.. Be..
“What are you doing?”
He realized his hands were still under the boys shirt and good went out the
window. He tickled the boy again and just like he wanted Ian squirmed in his
lap pressing his sweat covered ass against him. “Fuck” he sighed and the boy
turned around.
“Whats wrong?”
He looked at the green eyes staring at him and found his hands moving down to
his waist. “uh..nothin just sit still and watch the movie” he replied trying to
focusing on anything except Ian’s ass pressed against him. This was going to be
a long night.
 
***** You're Cute *****
Chapter by Aromance91, Hellfyre91_(Aromance91)
Chapter Summary
     Mickey tries to resist temptation and learns that he and Ian have
     something in common.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for delay my lovelies. Working on next chapter now. I was gong
     to post all at once but i like doing updates. Got busy working on
     WIPs and my gift exchange fic. Hope you enjoy xoxo
     PLEASE READ TAGS BEFORE PROCEEDING XO
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mickey couldn't stop thinking about that night. The way Ians skin felt under
his finger tips, his ass pressing down against him. To be honest it was all he
could think about all week. Most kids his age were trying out for football or
sneaking out to get drunk but not him. He could care less about having a social
life. Instead, he was sitting at home listening to music wrestling with the
demons in his head.
 
 He already knew he was gay...so did his family. That didn't mean he understood
it yet. He found some guys attractive at school & had a few Hunk magazines he
would jack off too but nothing gave him butterflies like Ian did.
 
Nothing good anyway.
 
When he thought about the boys smile it warmed him in deepest way but when he
thought about his pink lips and how soft they would feel against his own it did
other things. Things he knew were  wrong but couldn't help but feel none the
less. It was just Ian who brought these urges to the surface, maybe because
they grew up together, maybe because of the connection he had to his sister.
Whatever it was he needed to wash it from his mind. Ian was 3 years younger
than him. He was smaller and still innocent. Unlike him, his green eyes
sparkled with naivety and he only knew a gentle touch.
 
Mickey knew so much more than that. He knew what he thought was right for so
long until one day he realized it wasn't. It wasn't a normal thing for your dad
to come into your room at night, to sleep in your bed…..no it was wrong. He
wondered if anyone had any idea. Mandy was so young and his dad might have hit
her maybe even sit a little too close but with him it was different. The first
time he stepped in front of his sister caused a shift in his father's evil
plans, leading him to all the unwanted attention…
 
Now, here he was sitting on his bed with hands down his pants and eyes squeezed
shut, pumping himself vigorously and trying not to picture the things he knew
he shouldn't....should he? He tried not to want the soft pink lips of one Ian
Gallagher wrapped around his dick, tried not to picture green eyes staring up
at him with rose colored cheeks from the sheer effort of taking him in for the
first time..yea he tried his best not to think about how his lips might taste
like popcorn or maybe peanut butter.
 
The key word here was try and he failed miserably. One more pretend glance up
from green eyes mixed with his thumb rolling across his tip and he was done.
“Mmm” he sighed softly and he filled up his hand. He threw himself back on the
bed and stared at the ceiling.
 
He didn’t know what to feel anymore. Right and wrong were being blurred by the
need to touch and feel and cuddle. He wanted to see if maybe Ian would like him
like that. He would be gentle with things, he didn’t want to hurt him. He
wanted to lay next to him after, to hold him and kiss his neck...Fuck. He
wanted a lot of things.
******
When Friday night came around Fiona sent him a text message asking him to
babysit for the weekend so she could go on a company retreat, he couldn’t type
yes fast enough. He told himself though this wouldn’t be like last time. No. He
would not sit next to Ian, he would keep his distance. He would learn some
fucking self control. That’s what he told himself. Needless to say things were
easier said than done.
 
He arrived at the Gallaghers house around 630. Fiona had her bags packed and
was arguing with her brother Lip. Ian was sitting on the couch playing video
games
 
“That’s fine go do whatever the fuck you want. I don’t need your help” the girl
yelled at the older boy.
 
“Maybe I wouldn’t mind if he would fucking listen Fiona, but you spoil him so
he thinks he can do whatever he wants” Lip yelled.
 
“Look” she said gesturing to where he was standing in the doorway. “Mickey is
gonna be babysittin from now on, so really you don’t have to worry about it OK”
 
Lip looked over at him and rolled his eyes “Yea we’ll see how long that last.
I’m done with this conversation” the older boy said snatching his jacket from
the back of the couch causing the young boy to turn around.
 
“Hey Mick” Ian waved to him and paused his game looking over at his sister. “I
want pizza Fiona, can you leave some money for Mickey”
 
“Uh don’t worry about that kid. We can go get some food” he said sending Fiona
a reassuring look.
 
“Oh Ok” Ian replied then turned around pushing play on his game.
 
“So the numbers are on the fridge and Veronica is right next door if you need
anything”
 
“Ian you have my number right?” Lip saying looking at him warily. He was used
to that look so it didn’t really bother him. It came with his last name. Seemed
everyone knew about the drama that came with the Milkovich name...at least most
of it.
 
“Yea Lip. I have it” Ian replied not turning away from the TV.
 
“I’m out then” Lip said and stormed past him.
 
No sooner did Lip leave he saw a car pull up in front of the house flashing
it’s lights.
 
“Well that’s Mike” Fiona said then walked over to the boy on the couch. “Bye
sweet face” she said kissing him on the cheek “Call me if you need anything OK”
 
“Yea OK. Gross” Ian exclaimed wiping his face and pushing his sister away.
 
He couldn’t help but laugh at the look of disgust on the boys face. It was too
cute.
 
“What?” Ian said turning his head to him.



He shook his head and continued to lean against the doorframe. “Nothin, you’re
just...nevermind” he laughed and held his tongue.


“Just what?”
 
He looked over at Fiona who was putting on her jacket looking at him as well.
“Silly?” he replied more of a question than an answer shying away from their
eyes and glancing outside. He wanted to say cute and adorable but..
 
“Ok Mickey, Ian you guys have fun. Mickey is in charge Ian got it”
 
“Yes Fi, you can go now”
 
“Bye” Fiona called one last time before she shut the door.
 
Ian turned to look at him “You wanna come play with me Mick?”
 
Fuck. Really? Yes. He really wanted to do that but he shouldn't. Why did he
agree to this?
“Uh. yea..sure little man” he said walking over to the couch and sitting at the
end. Ian handed him the controller and made sure to tell him exactly what he
expected from him in the game.
 
*****?
 
“Come on Mick. You can’t keep dying” Ian huffed at him. “I thought you were
good at this game, you beat Mandy.”
 
“Yea that was Mandy though, I beat her at everything” he replied his eyes doing
a hesitant side glance at the boy next to him. Bad move because he walked right
into an ambush, literally and figuratively. His character died and Ian threw
his controller on the ground and jumped up from the couch.
 
“Jesus Mickey! You suck at this game”
 
“Yea..well how bout we play a different game then” he replied standing up from
the couch.
 
“Like what?”
 
Several scenarios ran through his head that ended with freckled skin touching
his own.
 
 Stop.
 
“I don’t know” he said scratching the back of his neck. “Something I don’t suck
at maybe”
 
“So nothing?” Ian quipped before he brought his hand to his mouth. His eyes
lighting up as he started to laugh.
 
“Just watch. I’ll find something that I know I can beat you on” he replied with
a slight grin as Ian rolled his eyes. He walked over to the TV and looked
through the video games. It was slim pickens. Call of duty, Halo or...there we
go. “Mario Kart” he said opening the case and pulling out the game. “I’m gonna
kick your ass kid”
 
Once the game was in they both made their way to couch. He took his spot at the
end and Ian sat down right next to him.
“You have the whole couch. Scoot the fuck over” he said pushing him playfully.
 
“What? I don’t bite Mick” Ian said shoving him back.
 
He shrugged his shoulder away from the contact “Whatever. Prepare to be
slaughtered.”
 
“We’ll see about that” Ian replied.


No more than 15 minutes later and he was again faced with the thing that must
have driven everyone else away. He had Mandy though, he could handle a little
attitude.
 
“It’s not fair. You cheated.” Ian remarked shoving him again.
 
“I didn’t. You just suck at this game” he said bluntly.
 
“You’re an asshole” Ian replied and shoved him again.
 
“Maybe.” He tilted his head “I’m also pretty sure you’re not supposed to talk
like that bud” he said trying to maintain his role as an authority figure.
 
“You’re not the boss of me so i’ll say whatever the fuck I want whenever the
fuck I want.” Ian snapped.” I'm not a fucking child jesus. You shouldn't even
be here. I can take care of myself ”
 
This kid was too much. He licked his lips and sat the controller on the floor
before leaning back in the couch to stare at the boy. “You’re kinda cute when
you’re upset you know that?” he said not thinking before the words came out.  
 
Ian looked up at him with his big green eyes curiously, his demeanor changing.
“Wait what? You think I'm cute?”
 
Fuck he just wanted to reach out and press those pouty pink lips against his
own. He quickly looked away knowing he should get up from the couch, but his
body was molded into the seat and to be honest he really didn’t want to move.
 
“I didn’t mean it like that” he lied. “I meant you think you’re gonna get your
way actin like that but you’re not. Remember Mandy’s my sister.”
 
Ian looked down at the ground smoothing his thumb over the controler in his
hands before looking back at him “I’m cooler than Mandy though Mick c’mon. We
both know it”
 
“Yea man. Way cooler”
 
Ian scooted closer to him and he could feel his heart beating fast against his
chest.
 
“You want to go get some pizza? We can eat whatever I don’t care kid”
 
“Yea I’m hungry” Ian replied standing up from the couch. “Get up Mick. I wanna
watch a scary movie when we get back”
 
He glanced up at the boy with a complacent look “Is that right?”
 
Ian looked to the ground, seemingly acknowledging the fact he needed his
permission. “Can we? It was really fun last time. We can make popcorn and turn
off the lights again.
 
“I have a better idea” he said sitting up and pulling out his phone. “Why don't
we just order pizza and we can watch two movies instead of one.” Truth be told
he wanted the lights off again and the feel of Ian cuddling against him. It was
nice to be able to comfort him. It was also nice to feel his skin warm and soft
under his fingers. The fact the Gallaghers had cable was also a plus because
there were so many movies to chose from.
 
“OK. We can do that but I wanna pick the movie. You picked last time.” the boy
said sitting back down.
 
“Have at it little man” he said handing Ian the remote.
 
“Can you not call me that?”
 
He looked over at Ian surprised “What?”
 
“Little man. It’s demeaning.”
 
“Sure thing kid” he replied rolling his eyes. This fucking kid. He couldn't say
it enough.
 
******
 
“So can we watch any scary movie?” Ian said as he flipped though the movie
titles.
 
“Yea we can watch whatever the fuck you want, just pick somethin already.” he
sighed leaning back into the couch. It was his fault for handing the kid the
remote. Ian was reading every synopsis before moving to the next title. Finally
he decided on an older movie.  Demon Night
 
“OK ..this one looks pretty fuckin cool.” Ian said clicking play and sitting
down on the couch.
 
He’d never even heard of this movie but it was from 1995. He wasn’t picky, it
was cool to see something new. At least new to him.
 
*****
 
They had both changed for the night. Ian into his sweats and a t-shirt, him in
shorts and a tank top. It took about 30 minutes for the pizza to arrive which
was good because that gave him time to jack off in the bathroom before going
back downstairs for movie night.
 
Pizza in hand Ian had scooted back on the couch as the movie played. So far it
was weird. It was even freaking him out and he was older than Ian. It wasn’t
until the demons started rising from the little green pools of blood that he
turned away from the screen. “Fuck that’s some creepy shit”
 
“I know right?” Ian replied and scooted his body so that he was within arms
reach.
 
He told himself not to grab him, to pay attention to the movie, then the demons
started crawling around the house.  He wrapped his arms around Ian and pulled
him into his lap, for his comfort and Ian’s knowing the boy would not ask.
 
“Jesus kid.” he exclaimed turning away from the TV when the comic book came to
life. “You had to pick the weirdest fuckin movie”
 
“You scared Mick? That it?” Ian laughed turning around to face him. He was
about to answer with a witty remark but was distracted by the stain of pizza
sauce on Ian’s lip. He lifted his hand and wiped the sauce away with his thumb
staring at his soft lips for a little too long.
 
“No. I..uh. I just think it’s stupid.” he replied putting his hand down. Ian
was still staring at him. “The fuck are you lookin at man watch the movie” he
sighed.
 
“I think your lying” Ian replied and turned his body to face the TV.
 
He wrapped his hands back around the boys waist and leaned back in the couch.
He felt himself getting harder with each minute that passed. His fingers were
playing with the hem of Ian’s shirt searching for a small patch of skin to rest
on. Once his thumbs made there way under Ian’s shirt he smoothed them over his
soft skin. This was nice. If Ian noticed he didn’t seem to mind.
 
“Shit” Ian jumped rubbing up against him. “Did you see that Mick. That kid just
turned ito a fucking demon. All he did was..”
 
“Yea we are watching the same thing man. I saw it.” he replied trying his best
to ignore the way Ian moving in his lap wasn’t causing him to feel hot all
over. “S..sit still” he muttered.
 
“Sorry it’s just this movie.” Ian said and turned his head bringing his hand to
his face.
 
“You wanted to watch it.”
 
“I know. I know” Ian replied lifting his head and putting down his hand. He
scooted back on his lap, his sweat covered ass lining up exactly where it
shouldn’t then leaned back on his chest. “It’s scary but it’s still a good
movie.”
 
He said nothing but kept his eyes on the TV.


Finally after Ian adjusted himself several more times it was too much. He was
so close to cumming in his pants so he pushed Ian off his lap and walked into
the kitchen to alleviate his frustration. He opened the fridge and pulled out a
snack pack pudding. He always liked sweet things. Chocolate would be a nice
distraction. He was about to walk back the couch with his treat when he
realized Ian would probably want something too. “Aye you want a pudding or..”
he looked around and saw a package of oreos above the microwave. “Or a cookie?”
 
“Bring the cookies” Ian called to him.
 
He grabbed the pack from the counter and walked back over to the couch and sat
down sitting the package on the table. To his surprise as soon as he sat down
Ian climbed into his lap. That was not good. “Really? You have the whole couch”
 
“You said that before”
 
“I’m just sayin…”
 
“It’s just the movie you know and it’s dark and…” Ian trailed off and he could
tell the kid was embarassed for actually crawling into his lap. He shouldn’t
have pointed it out. He couldn’t picture him crawling into his sister’s lap or
Lips but here he was wanting to be close to him. It was nice actually. Even if
it was frustrating he still found his face splitting into a random smile.
 
“What?” Ian asked before taking a bite of an oreo.
 
“It’s nothing” he replied grabbing his pudding.
 
“You’re not gonna call me cute again are you?” Ian raised a brow and stared up
at him.
 
“What? No.” he countered .”Wh..why would you think that?”
 
A small smile creeped across the boys face. “Sure.” Ian replied rolling his
eyes and turning back to the TV.
 
It almost felt like Ian was flirting with him..he wasn’t though. No that was
just his mind playing tricks on him, testing him.
 
He pulled away the foil top and licked the luscious treat off the lid careful
not to swipe his tongue. He went to take a real bite then realized he forgot a
spoon. Ian had finished his cookie and was leaning back against his chest
again. It was nice and he couldn’t really get up not without disturbing the
fragile situation. Whatever he would just use his finger. He dipped his finger
inside his pudding cup and scooped a nice portion up bringing it to his lips.
Fuck that was good. He hadn’t had snack pack in a minute. He had his finger
twirling around the cup again when Ian turned around any eyeballed his desert.
“Take a picture kid it will last longer” he said sticking his finger in his
mouth.
 
“Can I have some?” Ian asked looking down at his pudding cup longingly.
 
“No you have cookies”
 
“So?” Ian replied then turned around so that he was practically straddling him.
“I want some of your pudding”
 
“Uh ..y..yea OK.” he said feeling extremely flustered. “Here” he handed the boy
his pudding cup using it as a barrier because Ian was inches away from his
face.
 
“No spoon?”
 
Fuck. “Get down and I’ll go get one.” he said going to push the boy away.
 
“It’s OK. I’m good Mick. You didn’t have one, so why should I?” Ian stuck his
finger in the cup scooping up the dessert than brought it to his lips sucking
his finger clean.
 
He felt himself getting hard again and now Ian was watching him. It was almost
like he knew what he was doing. He couldn’t though right? It was in his head…
 
“Are there more?” Ian says licking another scoop from his finger.
 
“Just take that one and turn around” he replied before averting his eyes as Ian
continued to eat the pudding cup in a beyond suggestive way.
 
“We can share”
 
“What? No” he replied.
 
“Why not? Here.” Ian said putting a pudding covered finger in his face.
 
“N..no. Knock it of man. Just eat it.” he replied with a staggered breath. This
fucking kid was going to kill him. What the fuck was he doing? He had to know
this was wrong..right? This was….He was cut off by Ian licking the pudding from
his finger again, his green eyes fixed with his. That was it. He didn’t think
and surged forward pressing his lips against the boys, the taste of chocolate
floating between them.
“Fuck” he shouted and pushed Ian away. “It’s time for bed.” he said not looking
at the red head.
 
“Um we..the movie..I” Ian replied.
 
“Forget the fucking movie kid. Just go to bed alright.” he said walking into
the kitchen. What the fuck man? Why the hell did he do that? What made him
think that was OK...He didn’t push him away though, didn’t yell or freak out.
He just let it happen..maybe..no. He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer.
He may be 14 but his brothers let him drink beer. Not like Fiona would really
care. He popped the top with his lighter and quickly started to chug it down.
 
“Mickey?” Ian’s voice crept into his ears and he felt obligated to respond.
 
“What?” he huffed and leaned against the counter beer dangling between his two
fingers.
 
Ian averted his eyes then looked up at him. “Can I ask you a question?”
 
“Spit it out”
 
“OK..why did you do that?” Ian said walking over to him and leaning against the
stove across from him.
 
“Do what?”
 
“Kiss me. You kissed me” Ian replied widening his eyes and raising a brow.
 
FUCK FUCK FUCK “It was an accident alright. We don’t need to talk about it
ever. It won’t happen again.” he replied then took a sip of his beer.
 
“Why not? You don’t like me?” Ian tilted his head to look at him causing him to
choke on his beer. He was not expecting that.
 
“No it’s not that Ian. I do like you, but like I said it was an accident”
 
“I know but why don’t you wanna do it again?”
 
...really?...
 
“I’m older than you Ian. You can’t just do that. It’s was wrong.”
 
“You can say kiss Mick I’m not stupid. I see Fiona kiss her boyfriend all the
time.”
 
“Exactly. Adults” he replied.
 
“What if I wanted you to kiss me?”
 
“Didn’t I say it was time for bed?”
 
He chugged the rest of his beer and walked into the living room then over to
the couch. He stretched across the couch and closed his eyes. He was trying to
block out everything and let the darkness sooth him when he felt the couch dip.
He opened his eyes to see Ian sitting down.
 
“I said go..” he was promptly cut off by soft lips pressed against his. He
didn’t know why, maybe because Ian initiated it but he allowed himself to give
in to his feelings. He sat up quicker than he realized and pushed the boy back
on the couch kissing him hungrily.
 
“Mickey wait..” Ian whispered.
 
 He knew Ian was starting to feel overwhelmed but every urge in his body came
to the surface with that one kiss. Everything he had tried to block out was
coming through. “Don’t worry. It’s ok” he said softly as he kissed the boy. Ian
continued to kiss him back letting his tongue slide into his mouth. He felt
warm like he was burning up and Ian was the only thing that could cool him
down. The boy placed his hand on his side and he pulled his head up kissing the
freckled skin on Ian’s neck. Soon he found his hands wandering over the boy’s
sweat covered leg and slowly sliding up his inner thigh. He was so hard right
now as he pressed kiss after kiss against Ian’s lips. His hand crept up further
and..
 
“Mickey stop” Ian said pushing at his chest.
He wanted to ignore him and to keep acting on impulse. He wanted his fingers to
keep exploring, to touch and be touched. He wanted it so bad but fuck..
 
He pulled away and looked at the boy beneath him. Ian looked scared and
flustered. His pink lips swollen from his kisses and his face flushed beet red.
His eyes flickering with lust and confusion.
 
Fuck. What did he just do? He immediately jumped off the couch. “Shit! I’m so
sorry.” he sighed rubbing his nose “ You shouldn’t have fuckin kissed me. What
the fuck Ian? I told you to fuck off didn't I? ” he yelled because it was true.
 
Ian sat up and wiped his mouth slowly. “I didn’t mean..”
 
“Don’t say anything please.” he snapped. He knew he was being mean but he
needed Ian to leave so he could hate himself in private.
 
“It’s..um.. I'm sorry Mickey. I’m just gonna go to bed now .” Ian said warily.


“Yea you do that” he replied staring at the floor contemplating just walking
out the door and never coming back. Ian was right he didn’t need a sitter
Veronica was right next door.
 
“Mick?”
 
H glanced up at Ian who was standing at the top of the stairs. “Don’t feel bad.
I kinda think you’re cute too” he said with a shy smile “So yea..goodnight I
guess?”
 
He said nothing but gave Ian a dismissive wave then waited for him to disappear
into his room. He plopped back down on the couch stretching out again and
closing his eyes. Holy fucking shit. That was so intense. Ian was beneath him,
his lips on his, his tongue..fuck his tongue was touching his. He wanted more,
he wanted to see Ian’s flushed face with his dick in his mouth or when he was
being fucked.
 
Ugh. Fuck everything.
 
Why was this fucking kid getting to him like this? He wanted to fuck him sure,
that was obvious but he wanted more than that. Not that it would even be
possible?  Ian wasn’t really that much younger than him right? He was 11 almost
12 and he was 14. Not that big a difference. That meant when Ian was 15 he
would be..18. Fuck it this was the South Side. So what if he wanted to be with
someone younger than him, it wasn’t that bad right?
 
Mm maybe it was. Ian was innocent..he knew some things but Mickey knew way
more. He’d watched plenty of porn and there was also the unspoken things. He
knew enough to know what he wanted and that was Ian with his redhair and
freckles. Wrong or right. After tonight he had less doubts but still couldn’t
help the twinges of guilt he got when he dozed off to the image of Ian above
him bouncing on his dick or on his knees looking up at him with big green eyes.
 
...fuck...



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***** One Saturday Morning *****
Chapter by Aromance91, Hellfyre91_(Aromance91)
Chapter Summary
     Ian wants to watch Saturday morning cartoons with Mickey.
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He was woken up to the sound of a crash in the kitchen. He jumped up from the
couch and ran to the entry way. There on the floor was Ian picking up pieces of
broken glass.
 
“The fuck did you do?” he says crouching down to pick up the glass. “Back up,
you’re gonna cut yourself.” he carefully starts picking up the shards.
 
“It just slipped. I thought I had it but..”
 
“Whatever just go find me a broom or somethin” he replied.
 
He swept up the glass and had Ian just take the trash outside. He looked at the
clock it was only 7am and it was fuckin Saturday. He was ready for at least 2
or 3 more hours of sleep. He walked back into the livingroom and again
stretched out on the couch he was claiming as his bed. He closed his eyes only
for a moment before the loud sound of the TV caused them to pop open. Ian was
standing in front of the TV flipping through channels, if this was anything
like picking a movie the fucking kid would take forever.
“Gallagher. What are you doin man?” he said sleepily.
 
“It’s Saturday Mick.”
 
“I fuckin know it’s Saturday” he groaned “That’s why I asked what you’re fuckin
doin?
 
“Saturday morning Mick? You know cartoons, all morning. Not the stupid ones but
the cool ones.” Ian replied.
 
He watched the kid flip through the channels until he landed on the one he
wanted. He turned his head to look at the TV and saw a familiar Purple Dog,
“Courage?”
 
“Yup. They play it every Saturday, plus Johnny Bravo and Dexter's lab. Like I
said the cool ones”
 
“Whatever just keep it down” he replied rolling over again so he was facing the
ceiling. He was contently staring at the ceiling trying to will sleep to come
back when Ian’s face came into view. “What?” he said gruffly. He was not a
morning person, and if he didn’t sleep he would be less of a day person than he
normally was too.
 
“Can I sit with you?”
 
“No.” he replied quickly. “Can’t you see I’m lyin down kid. Sit on the fuckin
floor.”
 
Ian looked at him and smiled then climbed on top of the couch forcing him to
scoot over or he would be on top of him. “The fuck are you doin right now?” he
said with frustration because now Ian was laying in front of him on the couch.
His backside pressed against his front.
 
“You said I couldn’t sit with you so I’m lying down. Your words Mick” Ian said
smugly then scooted against him until he was satisfied with the position.
 
“You..” he started to speak then decided fuck it and lay his head back down.
 
He knew what would happen the moment he got comfortable and tried to relax. Ian
had changed into gym shorts so he could feel his skin touching his own as he
lay there watching cartoons. He tried not to..he really did but his hand
wrapped around the boy and rested on his stomach. He could feel each breath as
the boy’s chest moved up and down. He smelled like lemongrass, probably from
the shower. It was intoxicating. He found himself drawing small patterns on
Ian’s stomach over his shirt. It wasn’t until his hand inched lower that the
boy moved pulling him back to reality and away from his thoughts.
 
Ian turned his head to look up at him “What are you doing?”
 
He slowly pulled his hand back embarrassed he had been caught. “Nothing” he
replied barely above a whisper stilling his hand.
 
Ian stared at him for a moment then let out a small laugh before turning
around. Fucking kid. He knew it, he knew he fucking liked him. Why else would
he tease him like that. He rolled on his back again and stared at the ceiling.
He willed away every thought that came into his head as Ian laughed at the TV
and his body moved against him.
 
He found himself once again with his arm wrapped around the boy lying next to
him. Ian didn’t mind this, in fact when he casually placed his hand on the boys
side Ian grabbed it and pulled it around him like a seatbelt. Now he was again
playing with the cotton fabric covering soft skin. His fingers had a mind of
their own...not really. He was curious to see what Ian would allow. So far he
was flirty and liked the contact, maybe he would be ok with it. He breathed in
deeply then pushed Ian’s shirt up letting his whole hand rest on his warm skin.
Ian stilled for a moment causing him to do the same but then he scooted closer
to him. OK. That was good right..yea.. This was ok. He started to run his
fingers across the boy’s skin feeling the growing hardness in his pants. His
fingers crept to the elastic band of Ians gym shorts and he felt like his heart
was going to explode it was beating so fast. He looked over at Ian and leaned
down so that his lips were next to the boys ear.
 
“Hey” he whispered and Ian turned to face him.
 
“What Mick?”
 
He stared at the boy for a few moments before pressing a kiss into his lips. He
pulled back and surveyed the boys face. There was a look of confusion in his
eyes but that didn’t stop Ian from leaning forward and kissing him back. Fuck.
He moved his hand back up the boys side and up to cup his face. His tongue
traced Ian’s lips and the boy allowed him entrance. That was too much. He was
slipping away into his want again, before he knew it he was rolling on top of
Ian their lips still moving together. His hand moved down his stomach and
fingers inched under the elastic band running across velvety smooth skin
until..fuck
 
“Mickey I don..”
 
“Shh”  he replied and kissed the boy stifling his protests. He moved his
fingers against Ian’s balls just massaging them and feeling his need fueled
more with each moment.
 
“Stop..Mick we..”
 
“Ian shut up” he groaned softly and started kissing under the boy's neck
causing him to squirm. He didn’t know why that turned him on, Ian squirming
beneath him but it did. He moved his hand down further and ran it up the boys
legs causing a field of goosebumps to appear on his freckled skin. His cupped
the boy’s ass and he knew he was going to fuck him. Not now but it was going to
happen.  He pulled his head up and looked down at Ian.
“You ok?”
 
“I..what are you doing? I don’t think we should..”
 
“Mm. Don’t think just shh..” he leaned down and kissed him again causing Ian’s
body to relax. Ian raised his hands to rest on his shoulders and squeezed
gently as he started to stroke him.
 
“Mickey..it feels.”
 
“It feel good right” he said as he played with Ian’s dick. He watched the boy’s
face as he embraced the feeling for the first time. Ian’s eyes fluttered and
his mouth hung open.
 
“You like it don’t you?” he stared eagerly at Ian’s  waiting for his answer. He
was too far now, he didn’t want to stop.
 
“Yes but..”
 
“It gets better” he replied before he closed his lips against Ians again,
stroking him running his hand up his side.
 
“Uh..huh mm” Ian sighed into the kiss.
 
Fuck that was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. “That’s it.” he purred falling
deeper into his lust. Ian moaning below him he knew the boy was close. He
wanted to get off too though.
 
"Mickey..i don't..hmm.” Ian moaned breathlessly into his mouth as he quivered
under his touch.
 
"stop" he said in a hushed tone. He grabbed Ian’s hand and moved it underneath
him until it pressed against the outline in his shorts.
 
“I’ve never. I don’t know what to do” Ian replied pulling away from the kiss..
 
“It’s ok. I do.” He held Ian’s hand and rubbed it against his hardness. It was
everything he wanted and more. He quickly reached into his shorts and pulled
himself out.
 
Ian stared at him with wide eyes, and he was reminded of his naivety. He was
too fuckin cute with that look of confusion and curiosity on his face. “You can
touch it. I’m touching you.”
Ian slowly moved his hand up and wrapped his fingers around him.
 
“Fuck” he groaned at the contact. He couldn’t believe this was happening but he
wasn’t going to question it. Ian was lost but into it, he was fine with that.
He didn’t mind taking  the lead.
 
“Just do what I’m doin, that’s all.” he said as he moved Ians hand “You can do
that can’t you?”
 
Ian looked at him and nodded and started moving his back and forth. “
Yea...Like this?”
 
" Mmm hmm...Just like that.” he replied before leaning down and kissing him
again. He didn’t know why he could stop kissing him but fuck...it was just a
need at this point. Ian’s hand was pumping his dick and he had the boy beneath
him, it couldn’t get any better. I mean fucking him would be better but that
was a delicate situation, for now this was good.
 
“Mm Mickey..uh fuck” Ian moaned and squeezed his shoulder tight with his free
hand. He knew that look.
 
“You’re gonna cum” he said looking down at Ian’s hand on his dick, fuck that
was what he needed. “Me too” he sighed.
 
A few strokes later and Ian's face bunched up and he licked his lips before he
came in his hand. Ian wasn’t so lucky, because he was above him he came on his
stomach, much to the boys dismay.
 
“Seriously Mick? Fucking  gross”  Ian said pushing up on his chest.
 
“You’re kidding right?” he replied and sat up on his knees so Ian could move.
 
“No. It’s gross Mick now I have to shower again” Ian shivered in disgust and
stood up from the couch. He looked back at him and gave him a small smile. “So
much for cartoons right?” he laughed then ran up the stairs.
 
Holy fuck. He was amazed at how unphased Ian was by all of this, when it was
literally driving him insane. Kid still didn’t know what they were doing
probably. That’s ok, if he let him he would teach him everything he needed to
know.



Chapter End Notes
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***** "Stop!" *****
Chapter by Aromance91, Hellfyre91_(Aromance91)
Chapter Summary
     Ian is confused and Mickey questions his actions.
Chapter Notes
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Ian always liked Mickey. He was cute and funny and nice to him when he came
around. They would play video games and he would treat him like one of the
guys, not like his family who acted like he was a hassle. They were always
passing him off to random people because they didn’t have time. That’s why he
was excited when his sister asked Mickey to babysit. He didn’t need a sitter
but it gave him more time to hang out with Mickey so he was down for that. At
first he was nervous around him. He noticed when Mickey starred and how he
always managed to touch him even if he pretended not to. He was 11 sure but he
wasn’t stupid. He didn’t understand why though, why Mickey was always so nice
to him or why he wanted him so close and always ended up holding him in his
arms. He didn’t mind it, he liked the attention. It helped that Mickey seemed
nervous too. He would blush or stammer sometimes when he talked to him.
 
When Mickey kissed him on the lips it took him by surprise. He was flirting but
not with any expectation, he was just naturally flirtatious and it was fun to
see Mickey flustered. He’d never been kissed before so he didn’t know how
amazing it could be. He liked it but then Mickey freaked out and ran away which
confused him. They were having a good time he thought. Mickey seemed mad at him
after that and he didn’t know why. They were friends and he thought Mickey
liked him...why else would he kiss him. He knew what that meant, his sister
kissed her boyfriend in front of him all the time. He thought it was gross when
they did it but then the older boy kissed him and it made him feel warm inside.
Mickey said it was a mistake, an accident but that was a lie. Even he knew you
don’t accidently kiss somebody, but now Mickey was acting different. He was
acting like he didn’t like him, so he decided to see for himself if it really
was a mistake. He was curious. Turns out he was right, Mickey was lying. One
moment he was leaning down and kissing him to prove a point the next he was
under Mickey his heart racing and his palms sweaty. The older boy was kissing
him and touching him and he felt a wave of emotions come over him. He didn’t
understand them at first and that scared him. Naturally Mickey freaked out
again, he kept saying he was sorry like he did something wrong but he
didn’t..at least he didn’t think so. It was just all so new.
 
The next day Mickey was laying on the couch and he looked irritated. He hadn’t
been able to stop thinking about how Mickey’s lips felt against his, it was
confusing but he didn’t want it to stop..not really. He decided to try again.
He knew if he laid down next to the older boy he would want to hold him. At
first Mickey was nervous, so he decided to make the first move and grabbed his
hand wrapping it safely around him. He hoped Mickey would realize it was OK and
he didn’t have to feel bad about it. He didn’t want to say that though because
he was a guy they didn’t talk like that right? Sure enough Mickey read him loud
and clear and soon he was on top of him kissing and touching again. Emotions
and feelings he never knew were running his body. There were a few times he
felt overwhelmed but Mickey told him everything was OK and he trusted him. He
was glad he did because when Mickey touched him, even though it was kind of
weird it was amazing. It felt fucking awesome and….he felt close to Mickey.
Closer than he ever felt to anyone..yea he really liked Mickey.

It had been a month since he kissed Mickey. It seemed like every time they get
just a little bit closer, their lips move together automatically. His nerves
were gone now replaced by only a want for affection and Mickey was more than
happy to give that to him. He body lit up when Mickey touched him now and he
loved seeing the older boys face when he rubbed up against him, you could say
it was becoming addicting. He found himself looking forward to the weekend
because he knew he would see Mickey. Fiona usually spent the weekends with her
boyfriend which left him and Mickey plenty of time to be together. It was more
than that though, yea he liked the sex but what he liked the most is how Mickey
was after. They would makeout during a movie or in the middle of playing video
games..basically whenever the other made a move. That led to fooling around and
after depending on what they were doing they would cuddle. He really liked
that. Mickey would hold him close with his strong arms and they would lay on
the couch or sometimes he would pull him onto his lap..that usually led to more
kissing. In fact that’s what was happening right now.
 
“You taste so fuckin sweet”  Mickey said as he kissed under Ian’s neck.
 
He was straddling Mickeys lap with his head on his shoulder and the older boy
was holding his waist as he kissed him. He lifted his head and looked in
Mickey’s eyes “Maybe it’s from all the popcorn” he said with a smile causing
the older boy to laugh.
 
“Mmm maybe. I think it’s just you” Mickey replied then turned his body so he
could push Ian down on the couch.
 
He loved when Mickey was above him, something about it made him feel safe. The
older boy leaned down and pressed a kiss into his lips and he wrapped his arms
around Mickey’s neck pulling him impossibly closer. Mickey’s hands were moving
up under his shirt, his fingers caressing his sides. “Mickey” he sighed into
the kiss when he felt his pants being undone.
His body reacted to Mickey’s touch like it was made for it now. The older boy
hadn’t even touched his dick yet and he was already hard. He found himself
pushing his hips up against Mickey’s hand as the boy tugged his lip between his
teeth. Mickey knew how to kiss. He kissed like something from a movie it was
amazing, like he couldn’t get enough. He sucked on his lip and his tongue moved
against his just enough. He could kiss Mickey forever. “You’re really good at
this..kissing” he said shyly staring up at the older boy who was massaging him
over his boxers.
 
“You’re not so bad yourself Gallagher.” He smiled. “I like kissin you”
 
His heart fluttered at the words. “Good. I like it too. I really like you
Mick.” He replied staring into Mickeys blue eyes .
 
Fuck Ian was too cute. The way he spoke and how he looking at him like that,
like he mattered. He never expected this to happen. He wanted it to god yes but
when it actually did he felt terrible after. Then Ian came back downstairs from
his shower and sat down on the couch next to him. The boy scooted himself into
his lap, the turned around and kissed him. It was over after that, he couldn’t
get enough. Ian was adorable, sweet, funny just ….fucking perfect.
 
He reached his way into Ian’s boxers and wrapped his hand around his hard dick,
swiping his thumb over the tip.
 
“Fuck Mickey” he moaned at the contact. Mickey’s hands were magic, he touched
him just right every time “Feels so good”
 
He stiffened in his jeans when he heard Ian’s voice. It was sultry and wanting
which was so hot coming from such a beautiful package. Every time Ian cussed or
called out his name he felt like he was going to lose it. For being so young
the kid was too sexy for his own good, he couldn’t wait to hear what he sounded
like when he fucked him. “Hmm” he hummed at the thought as he continued to pump
Ian’s dick in his hands.
 
“Mm...uh” he moaned and moved his hands down Mickey’s back so he could lift up
his shirt. He pushed up the older boys shirt and dug his fingers into his warm
skin.
 
Ian was licking his lips and moving his hips along with his strokes. He leaned
down and pushed up his shirt kissing the boys freckled stomach. His skin was so
soft and fuck he smelled amazing. He trailed kissed down to Ian’s belly button.
He glanced up at Ian laying there and wanted to see all of him. They’d been
doing this for long enough, he wanted to kiss Ian’s whole body, tell him how
sexy he was. He sat up and reached down grabbing Ian’s jeans and sliding them
down his legs.
 
He opened his eyes when he felt his pants coming off, that was new. “What are
you doing Mick.  Why can’t…”
 
“Hey, it’s OK, it’s not like I haven’t seen you before right?” he replied as he
pulled the boys jeans completely off and threw them on the floor. He went to
reach for Ian’s boxers when he touched his shoulder.
 
“How come you still have all your clothes?” he looked at Mickey curiously. If
he was going to be naked he didn’t want to be alone.
 
He didn’t think about how hot it would be to actually rub against Ian, skin to
skin..he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that to be honest. He really wanted to
fuck him but he didn’t want it to be some unprepared accident, if they were
naked together...he didn’t trust himself. “Because I wanna see you. All of you”
he replied and kissed Ian’s inner thigh causing the boys breath to hitch. He
kissed him again then crawled up his body planting a kiss on his lips. “Come
on, take em off for me” he whispered.
 
Mickey’s voice was like a drug. He found himself lifting up his butt and
pulling down his boxers. He was getting nervous again though. Mickey had seen
him but he’d never been ‘naked’ around him, it was a weird feeling.
 
He sat back and looked at Ian, something was missing. Shirt. He grabbed the hem
of the boys shirt and slowly pulled it up over his arms. When the neck slid
across Ian’s face and over his head messing up his hair he thought he would
die. He wanted to put that moment in slow motion. He looked down and marveled
at what was before him. Ian was completely naked. His smooth chest and velvet
skin were ready and waiting for his touch. “God damn Gallagher.” he sighed
leaning down and kissing his chest. “You’re fuckin hot a hell. So just..mmm” he
started planting kisses around Ian’s bare chest. Seeing Ian lying there naked,
he decided he wanted to taste him. He wanted to see Ian’s body squirm when his
lips were wrapped around him..fuck that was going to be so sexy.. Ian’s hands
were on his shoulders gently squeezing and he kissed, sucked and gently bit his
way down. He kissed his pelvis admiring the soft little field of red hair that
rest their. He started to move down when he felt Ian whole body tense up.
 
“I don’t like that” he replied pushing at Mickey’s shoulders. He couldn’t
understand why the older boys face was so close to his dick, hands were one
thing but this was too weird. “Let’s go back to kissing” he said sweetly.
 
“I just wanna taste you. I thought you trusted me” he said gently as he looked
into green eyes. He KNEW Ian would like this. He would love it. “It’s OK”  He
pressed a small kiss on his shaft and Ian lost it.
 
“No Mickey don’t!” he shouted pushing at the older boy. He didn’t know what he
was doing he just knew it made him really uncomfortable. He just wanted to keep
doing what they were doing, it was nice. He knew what is was..mostly. This
though.. why was Mickey trying to change it all of sudden?
 
He was trying not to be annoyed. He understood this was new to Ian. He wanted
to do it though and if he would just fucking let him, it would be ok. “Stop
freakin out” he replied and leaned up giving Ian a kiss. The younger boy
relaxed into the kiss and arms wrapped around him again.
 
“I like this Mick. Can we pleeease just keep kissing?” He felt like a baby but
he really didn’t want to do whatever Mickey was trying to do and he wanted him
to know that.
 
He smiled and gave Ian another small kiss. “I want to kiss you Ian. I just
wanna kiss you somewhere else.” he grabbed Ian’s dick and started massaging it.
“ Trust me alright. You’ve liked everything else.”
He sat up then moved back down and without a word wrapped his lips around the
boys hardening cock.
 
“No” he pushed at Mickey and started squirming , it felt wrong and he didn’t
like it. He wanted it to stop and Mickey wasn’t listening. “I don’t like it
Mickey. Stop it”
 
“Ian shut up and just relax! Jesus fuck” he snapped not understanding why the
kid was making this such a big deal. He thought they were past this, they had
been fooling around for a fucking month. He ignored him and tried another
approach and kissed his tip.
 
He didn’t know why but Mickey’s voice hit just the right spot, that combined
with him already being uncomfortable and Mickey ignoring him he couldn’t stop
it and started to break down.
 
He felt it first, Ian’s body moving faster than it should. His pulse speeding
up. Then he heard it, Ian was crying.
 
Holy shit!
 
He moved back to look at the young boy and there were tears streaming down his
beautifully innocent face. Ian turned away from him and suddenly he felt
disgusting. He wasn’t trying to force him into it, he didn’t do that? Did he..
Ian was reminding him of how he was back then and he felt like he was going to
be sick. He needed to leave, to go outside..he couldn’t breathe. He quickly
stood up from the couch. He grabbed his smokes from the table and ran out the
back door not looking back.
 
He heard Mickey leave and was even more confused. He didn’t mean to cry but it
was too much at once. It was all moving so fast and he wanted Mickey to like
him. When he yelled at him, Mickey made him feel like everyone else did, like
he was a hassle. When he didn’t listen, it made him feel like Mickey didn’t
really care about him. He didn’t cry very often but when he did he hated people
seeing it. He didn’t want Mickey to see him cry and treat him like a child
because he wasn’t. He wasn’t a fucking child. He knew what he wanted and that
was Mickey, he just didn’t know what Mickey wanted...now he didn’t even know if
he still liked him. Was he coming back or did he scare him away just like
everybody else? That thought made his eyes water again but he took a deep
breath and wiped the tears from his eyes. He was OK.
 
He took a drag of his cigarette with shaky hands. What was he doing? Ian was
too young for this shit right? He was and he crossed a line. He wasn’t his
father, he wasn’t. He...he thought it was OK. Ian seemed like he enjoyed it,
like he wanted it as much as he did. He thought he wanted to be with him. They
had been doing whatever this was every weekend since that first night. It was
fucking perfect. Ian would climb in his lap and kiss him like he had been doing
it forever, he would touch him and make him feel good and he would say things
that almost made him blush...he didn’t of course. They would lay together and
watch movies or TV and Ian would hold his hand...what was he thinking? He was
delusional. Ian was a kid and he was...fuck he was his babysitter. He took
advantage of him pure and simple and he went too far this time. Well luckily
there wouldn’t be another time, he was done. He would just keep his distance as
much as he could, re establish boundaries. Clearly Ian was in over his head and
it was his responsibility to stop. He finished his cigarette and walked inside.
 
Ian was sitting on the couch still in his birthday suit. “You OK?” he said
softly grabbing the boys clothes from the floor.
 
“Yea I’m fine. I’m sorry I just..”
 
“No don’t apologize. Here” he handed the boy his clothes averting his eyes.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. Just get dressed alright.” Ian grabbed the
clothes from his hand and he turned and walked to the kitchen. He went over to
the fridge and pulled out a beer then leaned against the counter waiting for
Ian to be dressed.
 
Mickey couldn’t even look at him. He told him not to apologize but was he mad
at him? He got dressed and grabbed the remote from the table. He flipped
through the channels until he found Tosh.0. He loved that show. He looked over
to the kitchen and saw Mickey throwing a can in the trash and walking back to
the living room. The older boy sat down and the end of the couch so he crawled
over to him and leaned against his shoulder.
 
“Ian don’t” he said and shrugged the boy off his shoulder. “Go sit over there
OK.” he pointed to the other end of the couch.
 
“But Mick, I want to sit here. I want to cuddle with you.” he said staring at
the older boy with confusion.
 
He breathed deeply trying not to let the needy sound in Ian’s voice get to him
but that was a losing battle. “You can’t OK. I shouldn’t have let you to begin
with. Just go”
 
He looked down at the floor and told himself to hold it together. The last
thing he needed was to give Mickey another reason to not like him. He looked up
at him one more time but Mickey made sure to avoid his gaze so he slowly
scooted down to the end of the couch laying his head on the arm. He didn’t like
this at all, he wanted to take it all back. If he had a genie he would wish for
a do over and tell Mickey to do whatever he wanted to, he was right. He liked
everything else so why did he have to make it such a big deal. He glanced over
at the older boys who was staring at the TV but he looked sad, not upset...so
why was he being weird? “Hey Mick” he lifted his head. “Are you mad at me..you
know for what happened?”
 
He felt even worse now. Ian was blaming himself when it wasn’t his fault. All
of it, everything was his fault. He needed to go back to how it was before. He
could do it. “No buddy.” he replied. “I’m not mad at you.” he paused because he
really liked Ian..even if he shouldn’t he just did. “I said you didn’t do
anything wrong didn’t I?”
 
“Yea”
 
“Alright then.” He couldn’t take the look Ian was giving him. He grabbed his
phone from the table it was only 10pm. He let Ian stay up with him later than
this but he was ready to end this day. “You should go get ready for bed kid.”
 
There it was. Buddy, Kid. He was treating him like a child again. It wasn’t
even that late he didn’t think. He sat up and glanced over to Mickey’s phone
reading the clock. “It’s only 10:15pm Mick? Why do I have to go to bed?”
 
“ cause I’m fuckin tired. So go upstairs at least. I don’t care if you go to
sleep or not, just go so I can.” he replied sharply.
 
“But Miickeeey” he whined “I want to stay down here with you”
 
He was too fucking adorable the way he was pouting. He probably knew it to, he
just wanted to grab him and kiss the pout off his face. He stood up from the
couch and rubbed his knuckle under his nose. “Come on kid. I’m tired. I don’t
want to argue with you.”
 
“Fine!” he shouted and stood up from couch. He headed to the stairs but
something was bugging him. He turned to Mickey who had was still standing there
watching “I’m not a fucking kid”
 
He sucked in his lip so he wouldn’t say anything. Ian was a kid, that’s why he
was a terrible person. Ian watched him for a few moments then rolled his eyes
and ran up the stairs. “Fuuck” he sighed and plopped down on the couch. He was
still scolding himself, letting his mind convince him he was just like his dad,
he was bad. He took advantage of Ian. It didn’t matter if he actually liked the
kid, not like they could be together right? People wouldn’t get it.
 
Fuck everything. He didn’t know up from down right now.
 
He stretched out on the couch and closed his eyes. He just wanted this weekend
to be over.
 
*****
 
He thought it would get easier. He would tell himself everyday that he didn’t
like Ian, that he was younger than him and he was a bad person for thinking
otherwise. He repeated that in his head when he came by during the week to get
his sister and Ian asked if he wanted to stay and play video games. He would
tell him no and leave.
 
When he spent the night on the weekends it was more difficult. They would be
sitting there watching TV and Ian would slowly scoot closer to him and he would
have to tell him to back up, to go away, to give him some fuckin space. He
didn’t want to be mean but Ian would not give up, he would smile at him and try
it again. Being a jerk was his last resort but it was the one that worked..at
least the first few times. When that stopped working he basically chose not to
sit down, he would hang out in the kitchen or sit outside on the steps. The one
thing that always worked was sending Ian upstairs, then he could A. sit down
and B. not have to see Ian’s beautiful..no Ian’s face looking so upset.
 
******
Mickey was over him. He didn’t understand how one incident could just stop
everything. It wasn’t just the kisses and cuddling but everything. He used to
hang out with him when he came by to grabbed Mandy. He would joke with him and
play a few rounds, now it was like he was in and out. The weekend was the worst
though. He used to look forward to it and now it just made him sad. Mickey
didn’t want to hold him or even sit next to him. Everytime he tried to get
close to him he would send him away. That didn’t stop him though, not until
Mickey got mad. It’s not that he was scared, he’d been yelled at before. He
just didn’t like seeing the older boy upset, especially if he was the reason so
he would give up..at least for the time being.
 
He missed Mickey. He didn’t understand why he felt the need to have the older
boy’s attention, he never felt that way with anyone before. Yea he liked
attention but he didn’t need it. He did with Mickey. He wanted to at least be
able to have a conversation like before.
 
It was another Friday night. He was on one side of the couch and Mickey was on
the other. They were watching something Mickey picked out that he didn’t really
understand but it was funny. Mickey liked it, he would laugh now and then so he
thought this would be a good time to try again.
 
“So why did they kidnap that guy I don’t get it?” he said and turned his head
to look at Mickey.
 
He laughed at the question. “He’s the son of that dude who ripped them off” he
popped a handful of popcorn in his mouth “Remember in the beginning when they
met with that old dude to sell those shower things?”
 
“Yea?”
 
“Well the fucker ripped him off so they kidnapped his son” he replied.
 
“Oh. Ok. I get it now. Thanks Mickey” he said sweetly. Mickey smiled at him
then swallowed another handful of popcorn. He wanted to try again. He slowly
sat up and scooted over until Mickey looked at him.
 
“Ian..”
 
“What?” he said innocently. “You’re the one over here hoggin all the popcorn.
Not cool Mick.” he reached into the bowl and grabbed a handful before leaning
back against the couch. Mickey smiled at him and let out a small laugh but said
nothing returning his attention to the movie. He felt giddy inside. This is the
closet he’d been to Mickey in what seemed like forever. He sat there eating
popcorn and laughing with the older boy, it was almost like it used to be
before everything got confusing.
 
He was getting tired and Mickey looked really soft, he knew he was. They had
been talking and Mickey was smiling at him like he used to so maybe everything
was ok. He hadn’t pushed him away yet. He carefully scooted closer until he
could lean against the older boy. He rest his head on his arm and it was just
liked he remembered, soft and he smelled like clean laundry and popcorn. He
looked up at Mickey who was still staring at the TV. He wanted to cuddle, to
kiss, to touch. He wanted Mickey so he leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.
 
“The fuck Ian” Mickey jumped up from the couch and glared at him. “What are you
doin?”
 
“I thought...I want to kiss you.” he said sincerely crossing his arms and
leaning back in the couch.
 
“How many times I gotta tell you kid. That’s not gonna happen again so knock it
off.” Mickey rubbed his forehead and looked to the stairs.
 
He knew he was about to send him to bed. That’s what happened now. He didn’t go
to sleep just sat there thinking about why he liked Mickey so much and why he
didn’t like him. Ugh. This was so stupid. “Miickey” he whined “Pleease just sit
with me.” he patted the couch next to him.
 
“No Ian. Why don’t you..”
 
“What? Go upstairs.” he said sarcastically. “Whatever man” he stood up from the
couch but he was irritated. He wanted Mickey to pay attention to him. He looked
at the bowl of popcorn on table then up at Mickey and smiled then reached out
and tipped it onto the floor.
 
“What the hell Ian. Why would you do that?” Mickey exclaimed crouching down on
his knees to pick up the popcorn. “Damn it. Now I have to vacuum. Just fuckin
go upstairs”
 
“Let me help you. It was my fault” he said hoping Mickey would agree and he
could spend more time with him.
 
“I got it, please go to bed”
 
That got him nowhere. Now he had to start over. He didn’t want to go to bed, he
wanted Mickey! He sat down on the couch and Mickey looked at him and sighed. He
pursed his lips and started fiddling with his hands “ Hey Mickey?” he said
softly because he knew the older boy was irritated.
 
“What?” Mickey said sharply lifting his head.
 
He crossed his legs and sat up straight looking Mickey in the face. “Why don’t
you wanna be my boyfriend? I thought you liked me” He smiles and bats his eyes
“Don’t you think I’m cute?”
 
Mickey’s eyes softened and he laughed. “You know you’re fuckin cute.” he said
then glanced to the side. He licked his lips then looked back at him “Why you
still sittin there? Go on. Go to bed.”
 
“Goodnight I guess” he said defeated and slid of the couch.
 
“Night”
 
****
 
It had been about 2 hours since Mickey exiled him to his room. The TV was on
downstairs and he could hear the fridge open, Mickey was still awake. He
couldn’t sleep. Mickey smiled at him like he did before, he did think he was
cute. He noticed that about Mickey, he told him he was cute or adorable a lot.
That was easy, he could be cute on purpose. He thought about what would get
Mickey’s attention. He could sneak up and jump on him, that would be fun.
 
He carefully made his way down the stairs and tiptoed behind the couch where
Mickey was lying down. He got down on his hands and knees so Mickey wouldn’t
see him and crawled over to the arm of the couch where his head was resting.
1..2..”boo!” he yelled jumping up.
 
“Fuck!” he shouted and sprang up from the couch. He turned to see Ian standing
there with a cat like grin on his face. “Why aren’t you in bed?” he replied
trying to regain his composure.
 
“I got you Mick! “ he laughed “You jumped .”
 
“What?” he scoffed. “I did not”
 
“Yes you did Mickey don’t lie” he said walking in front of the boy and crossing
his arms. “You jumped and screamed like a little girl.”
 
What? No. “Fuck off with that man” he replied trying not to blush from
embarrassment.
 
He sat down on the table and looked at Mickey. “Did you know you turn pink when
you’re embarrassed? It’s kind of cute.” he looked down at the ground then up at
the older boy through his lashes. “Just sayin..”
 
He grabbed Ian and pulled him into his lap. “You’re a dick! Did you know that?”
he laughed. “Lets see how you fuckin like it, I bet your ass turns pink too.”
He started tickling the boys sides.
 
“Fuck Mickey. S..stop” he laughed squirming under the boys touch but he didn’t
listen.
 
“Not so funny now hmm?” he replied and grinned as Ian tried to shy away from
him.
 
“Stop..truce.” He yelled and pushed Mickey back on the couch. He stared at the
older boy, their eyes fixed for several seconds before pressing their lips
together. Mickey’s hands dropped to his waist and gripped firmly, the way he
liked it. The older boy’s tongue entered his mouth and began swirling around
his. He brought his hand up to rest on Mickey face.
 
“Mm” he hummed as he kissed Ian. He fucking missed this. He felt Ian’s hand on
his cheek and opened his eyes. Wait..Fuck. What was he doing? “Hey” he said
softly and gently pushed Ian up forcing himself to look into green doe eyes.
“We..I can’t I’m sorry” he replied standing up, Ian slipping off his lap.
 
“Why?” he said dejectedly because he was so close. “What did I do?”
 
“For the last fuckin time Ian. You didn’t do anything, this is my fault.” he
sighed and rubbed his nose. “Look..just cause we can’t fool around don’t mean
we can’t be friends.” He wanted that, to be able to joke and hangout. It would
be good for both of them. “You gotta stop tryin to make it more though.”
 
He was mad. He didn’t want to be just friends. What the hell? Mickey’s the one
who started this shit, made him think he liked him and now he just decides he
doesn’t. “Yea..sure Mick.” he says softly says rolling his eyes.
 
“Ian.”
 
“Goodnight Mickey.” he says walking over to the stairs.
 
“Night”
 
*****
 
He looked at his clock it was 5:30pm. He was supposed to be at Ian’s house by
6:15pm but he really didn’t want to go. He had thought about telling Fiona he
couldn’t sit anymore but not only did he enjoy the extra cash. He liked seeing
Ian. It was harder now though. It happened less but Ian still flirted with him
and tested his conviction. So he decided this weekend he would bring his
sister. This way Ian had his friend to hang out with and he would be able to
ignore his advances.
 
“So pizza should be here in like 30 minutes. You guys wanna play a game or
somethin?” he said stretching his legs out on the coffee table.
 
“Like what?” Mandy said looking at him.
 
“Fuck if I know, just thought that’s what you guys did.”
 
“No we usually play video games but we could play a game. I think we have
monopoly.” Ian replied then stood up from the couch walking to the closet under
the stairs. “That or...cards.”
 
He looked at his sister. “What do you want?”
 
She shrugged her shoulders, “We could play go fish”
 
“Seriously Mandy?” Ian sighed and shook his head at his friend. “How about
blackjack.” he looked over at Mickey. “You know how to play that right?”
 
“Uh..yea.” he replied because he’s seen his brothers play but he had never
actually done it.
 
“Good. Let’s play.” Ian said as he began to shuffle the deck. “Winner gets to
pick the movie.” He’d played with his brother and Mike before so he figured he
had the advantage. He dealt them all two cards then looked at Mickey. “Hit or
stay?”
 
He really didn’t know how to play this game but he wasn’t about to tell someone
who was younger than him that. He looked at his sister who gave him a ‘don’t
look at me’ look and sucked in his bottom lip thoughtfully. “Hit?”
 
Ian looked at the older boys cards. He had an Ace and a 2. He dealt him a 9.
“Beginners luck” he said with a smile then turned to his friend “How bout you
Mands..hit or stay?”
 
“Stay.” He looked at Mandy’s cards. She had a Jack and a 8. “Good call.” he
replied then flipped his cards over. He had an Ace and a 3 so he grabbed
another card. It was  6. “Damn it” he whined and looked at Mickey “You won.”
 
“I did?” he looked his cards then at his sisters. “What about Mandy?”
 
“The goal is to get 21.” Ian replied. “She got 18 and I got 20. So you won.”
 
“Nice man. Let’s go again then. Best 2 out of 3” he replied. “I’m gonna get a
beer first though. He stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. This
was fun. Ian hadn’t hit on him and with Mandy there he wasn’t solely focused on
how adorable Ian was when he whined about losing. Plus..he liked winning. He
grabbed a beer from the fridge and two cokes before heading back to the living
room. “Here” He handed Ian a soda then turned to his sister.
 
The only thing on the table was the movie choice so it was no surprise that
Blackjack is addicting. He could see now why people gambled. He won a second
time, then Mandy. 2 out of 3 turned into who wins the most out of 10 games. The
pizza had arrived and they were on the last game. He was winning but Ian was
close behind. This was the last round. He bust with 24. Mandy ended with
12..she didn’t seem to get the game. Ian though, was good at it. The little
shit got 21.
 
“That’s it! I win. I pick the movie.” Ian exclaimed wiping the deck of cards
across the table. He looked over at Mickey who was smiling as he drank his
beer. He felt bad that he wished Mandy wasn’t here. He had thought about it and
wanted to talk to Mickey. He might not know exactly what to say but maybe if
the older boy knew he REALLY liked him then he would like him back. He did
before.
 
“Clean this shit up and we can watch a movie.” he replied pointing to the mess
of cards and the paper plates on the table.
 
“Ooh Ian we should watch Guardians of the Galaxy.” Mandy said as she gathered
their plates and heading towards the trash. “Chris Pine is sexy as fuck.”
 
He looked over to his friend and rolled his eyes. “I was thinkin more like a
scary movie.” he glanced over at Mickey. “It will be fun Mandy. We’ll turn off
the lights and Mick will make us popcorn right?”
 
This was a bad idea. “Maybe we should hold off on a scary movie and pick
somethin else.” He replied.
 
“Nope. I won and I want a scary movie.” Ian said reaching for the remote. He
went to the movie section and scrolled through until he found the perfect one.
“This one.”
 
“Annabelle? That doll looks fuckin creepy” Mandy replied scooting back in the
couch.
 
“That’s the point of a scary movie Mands.”
 
“Fine whatever” Mandy pulled her legs underneath her and look up at him.
“So...popcorn?”
 
He rolled his eyes. “What do I look like a fuckin nanny?”
 
“Yea” both kids replied.
 
“Fuckin stupid.” he scoffed but there was no venom in his voice. He walked into
the kitchen and heated up 2 bags of kettle corn and grabbed another beer. Fiona
must have caught on because there was always beer stocked on the weekends where
before there were just a few in the back.
He walked into the living room. Ian had already shut off the light. He sat the
popcorn on the table and looked to his sister who already looked scared
watching the previews. “Move over” he said to Ian and sat between the two so if
needed he could comfort his sister. He didn’t normally do that shit because
nowadays he had no reason to, but it was dark and the movie looked really
fuckin creepy. Ian had some kind of obsession with scary shit. Whatever.
 
****
He found himself watching most of the movie peeking between his fingers. His
friend had made her way over to her brother and was pressed firmly into the
couch by his arm, her hand covering her face as well. He was jealous. He wanted
to cuddle with Mickey. He scooted close to the older boy who immediately
noticed. “Did you see the thing with the baby Mick? That was insane.” he said
softly leaning into the boys arm.
 
He couldn’t push Ian away and let his sister snuggle against him. To be honest
he liked the contact from both and if it was up to him he would shut this shit
off. Not the kind of thing to watch in the dark before bed. He may be older but
that didn’t mean he didn’t have nightmares..he was human. That dolls fuckin
face. Nope fuckin creepy shit. Ian was holding his arm and resting his head on
his shoulder. It took everything he had to not turn and kiss him, pull him into
his lap and hold him as they both jumped at the movie.
 
His arm was feeling numb, he looked over and saw his sister had fallen asleep.
He carefully pulled out his arm and scooted over forgetting Ian was on the
other side and sat on his hand.
 
“Hey” he said pulling his hand from under Mickey. He stretched his arms above
his head and leaned forward to see his friend asleep on the couch. He laughed
and leaned back. Mickey was staring in front of him watching the credits roll
on the movie, he was clearly uncomfortable. He turned and tapped his shoulder.
“Can I talk to you about somethin?”
 
“Sure. What?” he said looking down and Ian.
 
“Can we go upstairs. It’s private.” Ian replied.
 
He scratched the back of his neck “Uh I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
 
“Pleeease Mickey.” he whined and pouted his lip. “It’s important OK. I really
need to talk to you.”
 
“Fuck fine. Let’s go” he conceded and stood up from the couch. He walked over
to the stairs and turned to make sure Ian was following. He walked into the
boys bedroom and sat down on his bed. Ian sat down right next to him so he
scooted over. “What’s so important we had to come up here to talk about it?” he
sighed.
 
You can do it. You’re not a kid, your birthday is next week. You can do it. “I
like you Mickey and..”
 
He put his hand up to stop Ian before he started “Ian.. stop”
 
“No!” he said and stood up from the bed. Mickey was going to listen. “You stop
Mickey. Stop pretending you don’t like me. I know you do.”
 
“It’s not that simple Ian. You don..”
 
“I’m not done.” he replied quickly. “I miss you Mick, this is just really weird
and I want it to go back. I freaked out and I’m sorry I should have trusted
you.”
 
He still thought it was his fault, fuckin A. “It wasn’t your fault”
 
“It is Mick. I like it, all of it.” he reached out and put his hand on Mickey’s
leg. “I want to be with you, whatever that means. Please can we have a do
over?”
 
“I don’t know” he hesitated. “I’m older than you..”
 
“So?” he countered. “Fiona’s boyfriend is older than her. “I’m not a child, you
didn’t make me do anything. I wanted to.”
 
He looked over at Ian, his freckled face riddled with determination, his eyes
sincere. He looked down at the ground for a few seconds then he turned to the
boy and closed the distance between them locking their lips together. Ian’s
lips were salty and sweet like coca cola. “Fuck” he sighed into the boy's mouth
as he felt the electricity climbing through his body that he only felt when Ian
touched him. He pushed the boy on his back and climbed onto the bed straddling
him. He buried his face in his neck taking in the shower smell and his soft
skin under his lips. He lifted his head and looked at Ian. “Missed you”
 
“You did?” he replied sliding his hands under Mickey’s shirt.
 
“Yea man. I like you too.” He smiled. He believed Ian when he said he wanted
him. He didn’t feel bad anymore. “We can’t do this though.”
 
“What?” he said with annoyance. “Why the hell not Mickey I told you..”
 
“No not that.” he replied giving the boy a reassuring kiss. “My sisters here.”
 
“And?”
 
“And what if she wakes up and comes up here?”
 
“Lock the door then Mick duh” he said sarcastically staring up at the older
boy.
 
“Ian we could get..”
 
He rolled his eyes. “I don’t care Mick. Just shut the fuckin door.” he replied.
 
“Oh yea tough guy?” he laughed. Something about when Ian spoke like that it
went straight to his dick.
 
“Miick. Come on.” he said pouting his lip.
 
He licked his lips then glanced at the door. “You’re a fuckin brat” he replied
climbing off the boy and walking to the door shutting and locking it.
 
“I know you like it Mickey. Don’t lie. You think I’m cute” Ian replied as he
pulled off his pants. Mickey stood there staring at him so he pulled off his
shirt as well. This time he didn’t feel weird being completely naked but he
still wanted Mickey to be too.
 
This fuckin kid was literally going to kill him. It was like he was seeing him
naked for the first time. “No. I don’t think you’re cute” he replied walking
towards Ian and climbing on the bed. He looked down at him “I think you’re
perfect.”
 
He felt hot and knew he was blushing. He reached out and grabbed Mickey shirt
and slowly started lifting it anticipating being stopped. Instead Mickey lifted
his arms and pulled his shirt off tossing it on the floor. “Jesus Mick” he said
running his hand down the older boy’s chest. “Why have you never taken your
shirt off before?”
 
He shrugged his shoulders. It never really occurred to him, he was more focused
on Ian. He leaned down and captured the boys lips in a kiss as he reached down
between his legs to touch his hard cock.
 
“Hmm” he sighed because he missed Mickey touch. His own wasn’t the same.
 
He started pumping Ian and watched as his face flushed and he licked his lips.
His memory was nothing like the real thing not even close. He scooted down and
kissed Ian’s stomach looking up into his green eyes. He didn’t know what it was
about this kid but it was there. He could get lost in his eyes. Was he supposed
to feel that way? He didn’t care, he just didn’t want to lose it again. He
approached the boys belly button and crawled back up his body to kiss under his
neck.
 
“Mm Mickey. Feels so good” he moaned. He loved when Mickey kissed his body, it
was like little shocks of electricity that made his head spin. Mickey was
getting closer to him like before but this time he stopped and started kissing
under his jaw. “I..its OK.”he said barely above a whisper. He was still nervous
but he trusted Mickey. The older boy looked up and him with curiosity. “You
know..that thing.” he replied. “You can do it. It’s OK.”
 
Ian was telling him he could blow him. He really wanted to but after last time
he was apprehensive. “You sure?”
 
“Yea I wanna try. Do it”
 
He felt a wide smile spread across his face. “I promise you’ll like it.” he
replied then he kissed Ian’s neck again and slowly his lips crept down over his
silky smooth skin until he was hovering over his dick. He looked up at the boy
and kissed the tip. Ian kept his eyes locked on him so he went for it and
parted his lips slipping them over the head until he encased him completely. He
slowly began to move his head up and down, his lips brushing against Ian’s
shaft.
 
Wow. OK. This was...this was really great actually. At first it was really
fucking weird and he couldn’t get passed that last time but now he was happy he
did. It felt better than when Mickey touched him. The older boys mouth was warm
and wet wrapped around him and he was doing something with his tongue
that..”Fuck Mickey.” he moaned and felt his hands moving down. He started
running his fingers through the boy’s black hair as he continued to suck on
him. “Mm ..uh” he licked his lips feeling that feeling in his body and wanted
more.
 
Ian was moaning and moving above him just like he knew he would. He could feel
the boys hands on his head timidly pressing down and his dick started to leak.
He could tell Ian was close and pulled his head so he could stroke him but kept
his lips over the tip.
 
“M..Mickey. I’m gonna..hmm” He threw his head back on the pillow and gripped
Mickey’s hair tightly as he came. It was more intense than anytime before and
he knew this was now his new favorite thing. Mickey lifted his head and crawled
back up his body until he was staring into his eyes.
 
“What I tell you?” he said smugly.
 
“I really liked it” Ian replied.
 
“Yea..I knew you would” he replied then leaned down to kiss the boys lips. Ian
let him and he couldn’t help the way his dick twitched knowing he was kissing
him right after he came in his mouth. It was the hottest thing he could think
of right now.
 
He pulled away from the salty kiss and wiped his lips. “It’s my turn now
right?”
 
………. “Uh I mean..you don’t have to.” He honestly wasn’t expecting that, a hand
job would be fine and even he just wanted to get Ian off. The thought though
fuck…
 
“You did. I can do it.” he replied with certainty. “That’s how it works right?”
 
“Right” he replied. Ian nodded then reached for his belt..holy shit...the boy
undid his belt and unzipped his jeans before pulling them off. He glanced at
him as he down his boxers. Leaving him now butt ass naked. Ian grabbed his dick
and started stroking it.
 
He was so nervous. It must not be that gross if Mickey wanted to do it so
badly. What if he did it wrong though. He looked at Mickey’s dick it was bigger
than his. This was the first time he actually looked at it instead of just
touching it. He looked up at Mickey and pushed him back so he was on top of him
now.
 
Ian on top of him with his dick in his hand was the perfect picture. He
couldn’t wait for him to be on top riding him..no. Slow down...he wanted to
fuck him though and moments like this really tested him. He stared up at Ian as
the boy timidly repeated the same things he did. Ian stroked him then kissed
the side of his shaft his green eyes locked on his own. He nodded in approval
and Ian kissed the tip of his dick. “Fuck” he groaned which seemed to motivate
the boy above him. Ian slowly open his mouth and he watched as the head of his
dick slid between his pink lips. “Mmm fucck Ian.” His mouth was fucking
amazing. It was moist and tight around him. The boy moved slowly up and down
maintaining eye contact as if constantly checking if he was doing it right. For
some reason that was really getting to him. He wanted to tell Ian how fuckin
hot he looked with his dick in his mouth but he would save that for next time.
Ian’s tongue started moving around him and he couldn’t take it. He reached down
and grabbed the boy crashing their lips together. He moved his hands down to
cup Ian’s ass.  He looked up at Ian “I want you to ride me? Can you do that?”
 
He was confused again. “What do you mean?”
 
He was breathing heavily thinking about it. “Just sit there you know...and move
your hips.”
 
“Oh” he said with a smile and started moving his hips.
 
“Not..” he scooted up so that Ian’s ass was directly above him. “Ok. That’s
good” he said softly.
 
He could feel Mickey dick against his cheeks which he wasn’t sure how he felt
about. He didn’t know why but he wanted to try whatever Mickey wanted so he
slowly started moving his hips.
 
“Hmmm” he groaned and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. The feeling of
Ian rubbing against him...he wasn’t going to last long.
 
He watched Mickey’s face as he moved against him. He was so hot with his blue
eyes and black hair. He loved how his eyes were squeezed shut and he was biting
his lip. Whatever he was doing must feel good so he wanted to do it better. He
leaned forward resting his hands on Mickey chest and started grinding down
against him. Now he felt it too, his dick rubbing against Mickey. He moved
faster.
 
He opened his eyes and Ian was moving fast against him and he could tell he
knew what was happening now. He pulled him down into a kiss and grabbed his ass
pushing him down against him.
 
“Mickey.” he sighed because he was going to cum again. He didn’t know there
were so many ways to do this but he was glad Mickey was doing it with him.
“Mmm” he sighed as he felt the warmth over him again.
 
He rolled his hips up against Ian so close. He heard Ian moan above him then
felt the hotness of his cum spilling onto his stomach and that did it. “Shiit”
he came on Ian’s ass. He waited for the boy to complain but he just fell limp
on top of him. “That was amazing” he whispered and kissed Ian’s cheek.
 
“Mmm” he replied because it was but now he was beat. He was lying in his and
Mickey’s mess but he didn’t want to move even if it was gross.
 
He grabbed a shirt from the floor and rolled Ian off of him and wiped his
stomach. “Go take a shower”
 
“Come with me”
 
He thought for a moment. “Hold on.” He walked over to the door and carefully
opened it walking to the corner of the stairs. Mandy had stretched out on the
couch and was fast asleep. He turned and Ian was standing naked in the doorway.
He smiled. “OK let’s go”







***** You're Mean *****
Chapter by Aromance91, Hellfyre91_(Aromance91)
Chapter Summary
     Ian celebrates his birthday and Mickey gets drunk
Chapter Notes
     Hello my lovelies!! Thank you for your patience. I know it's been
     FOREVER on my updates but things are better now so full speed ahead
     lol. I hope you enjoy this one, i really want to capture the youth of
     both characters since they are engaging in such an adult way. This is
     a new experience for both, and life as a teenager can be confusing.
     xoxo
Ian walked around the living room making conversation with his friends. He was
looking around for his boyfriend but he was nowhere to be seen. He knew Mickey
was here because Mandy was. Plus it was his birthday so he had to be here. He
made his way into the kitchen to see Mickey with his older brother Iggy and his
sister Fiona sitting at the table drinking beers. He walked over to the table
with a wide grin and grabbed Mickey’s hand stepping close. “Hey Mick” he said
sweetly, leaning in close to Mickey’s face. He smiled and raised his brow “You
wanna watch me destroy the pinata? It’s Michelangelo my favorite turtle. I
thought maybe..”
 
Mickey jerked his hand away from Ian and put it up as a barrier. Ian couldn’t
do that shit, not with all these people. What was wrong with him? “Fuck No.
That’s sounds miserable.”
 
“Come on Mickey. Don’t be such a dick. It’s his birthday man” Iggy said
elbowing his brothers shoulder. “Go watch him, it’s what you do anyway right.”
 
He knew his brother just wanted him to leave so he could hit on Fiona which was
pointless but Iggy was an idiot.
“I don’t want to though.” He turned to Ian and took a sip of his beer. “Just go
back to your party kid.”
 
Seriously? “I told you not to fucking call me that didn’t I.” Ian snapped
crossing his arms petulantly.
 
“I know it’s your birthday hon but watch your mouth” Fiona said looking at her
little brother. He was scowling and he rolled his eyes at her.
 
Ian turned back to Mickey. “No why should I?” he grabbed Mickey’s hand again
“I’m not a kid or your fuckin buddy, I’m..”
 
“OK fuck fine. Just shut up” Mickey replied jumping up from his chair and
placing a hand on Ian’s shoulder.
 
“You watch yourself too kid. You’re a guest” Iggy commented.
 
He gave his brother a sarcastic smile. “Whatever” His eyes darted over to Ian.
“Let’s go.” Ian smiled then turned to walk away. He followed the boy out into
the living room. Ian stopped at the couch where the pinata was hanging but he
kept walking to the door “Aye Gallagher, before you do that how bout you come
outside with me.”
 
“But Why? We’re about to break the pinata Mick?” Ian pouted leaning over the
couch.
 
He rubbed his knuckle to his nose and licked his lips “Just fuckin do it
alright” he replied opening the door. Ian looked at him curiously before
following him outside and down the stairs.
 
“Why are we out..”
 
“Just walk with me” He said shortly walking around to the side of the house. He
pushed Ian up against the side wall then locked their lips together. He ran his
hands through Ian’s hair and his lips moved to his neck, his hands slowly
started moving down his sides and under the hem of his shirt. “Can’t do that
again man” he said pulling away fixing his gaze with Ian’s. “You understand
me?”
 
“Do what?” Ian replied trying to catch his breath Mickey was making him feel
dizzy but in a good way. “All I did was ask you to hang out with me?”
 
“No” Mickey replied before sucking a small patch of freckled skin in his mouth
causing Ian’s breath to hitch. “You grabbed my hand.” He pulled back and look
at Ian. “You were about to say I was your boyfriend weren’t you?”
 
“You are Mick so why not?” Ian asked with confusion.
 
He stepped back and laughed because he should have known the kid didn’t
understand. “People just wouldn’t get. If anyone found out they wouldn’t let me
watch you anymore. We couldn’t be together“ he replied and brushed Ian’s cheek
with his thumb. “Is that what you want?”
 
Of course that’s not what he wanted but why did Mickey think that? “No I don’t
but Fiona won’t care Mick, she likes you.” He reached out to hold his
boyfriends hand but it was slapped away. “Hey!”
 
“Hey what?” Mickey said tilting his head expectantly but Ian just stared at
him. “It really doesn’t matter if you think they won’t care Ian, I know they
will so don’t fuckin tell anyone.”
 
He rolled his eyes and took a step closer to the older boy. “What about Mandy?
I can tell her right? She’s my best friend, I tell her everything.”
 
“No. Especially not Mandy Ian.”
 
“But why?”
 
“Because I said so Gallagher” he snapped and crossed his arms “If you can’t do
this then we’re done. We’ll just break up now and forget this ever happened. I
thought you were mature enough to keep a secret but my mistake.”
 
Ian reached out and frantically wrapped his arms around Mickey looking up at
his irritated face. “I can Mick. I can keep a secret I just don’t understand
why. Please don’t break up with me. I really like you.”
 
He pushed the younger boy off of him “Then why do you want to get me in
trouble?”
 
Trouble? Why? “I don’t Mickey.” he whined and stuck his hands in the pockets of
his jeans. He shifted foot to foot. “Why...” he paused “Why do you think you
would get in trouble?”
 
Yea that was not a conversation they were going to have. He wasn’t about to say
‘we’re too young to be doing this, or at least you are’. Nope. He had Ian where
he wanted him. One day maybe they would tell people but until then kid needed
to be quiet. “That’s not important Ian. Just keep your mouth shut got it?”
 
“Ok Mick I won’t say anything, I promise.” He looked to the ground then back up
at Mickey who was still standing with his arms crossed. “Please don’t be mad at
me.”
 
Ian should just listen to him because he was older, he should trust him and not
ask a bunch of stupid questions. He looked down at Ian glancing to the side
then back to meet his eyes. “I’m not mad kid, I’m just disappointed” he replied
then pulled a cigarette from his pack and pressed it to his lips before
reaching for his lighter. Ian was standing there watching him as he lit his
smoke and took a drag. “Why you still here? Go hit your pinata or somethin”
 
“You’re not coming?”
 
“Stop worrying about what I’m doin. It’s your party so go inside, I’ll be in a
bit.”
 
He wasn’t sure what to say or what was happening. Did Mickey just break up with
him? Was he just mad? This was way too confusing, to be honest beating the
pinata until it burst was sounding better each second. “Ok” he started to walk
away then turned around “Hey Mick?”
 
“Gallagher?”
 
“Are we still..you know?” He dug his shoe into the grass as he glanced up at
the older boy.
 
Yes. Of course. Duh. All those things ran through his head but he was still
irritated “Stop askin stupid fuckin question and just go inside.”
 
He swallowed and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. “But it’s not stupid..”
It was his turn to cross his arms. He didn’t do anything wrong, not really.
“Why are you being so mean? I said I was sorry.”
 
“I’m not bein mean” He tossed his cigarette on the ground and rubbed his nose.
“Christ kid, you don’t listen for shit do you?” He walked over to the boy. “Go
on, go back to your fuckin party.” He grabbed Ian’s waist and pushed him gently
encouraging him to move. The boy started to walk then looked back at him. He
shook his head in frustration. “GO..I’m right behind you. Come on man. People
are gonna start lookin for us.” They turned the corner and walked up the steps
and went inside the house.
 
**
 
“Ian!” Fiona greeted with surprise in her voice. “We’re all waiting on you
birthday boy, come on.”
 
Ian walked over to where his sister was standing.
 
“Everything OK?” she said softly.
 
He looked over at Mickey who was now standing next to his older brother.
“Yea..I’m fine.”
 
“Ok sweetface. Close your eyes”
 
Fiona wrapped the blindfold around his eyes and spun him around 12 times before
placing the bat in his hands.
 
He took a deep breath and swung as hard as he could. He heard several gasps and
someone said so close. Thank you someone. He adjusted his footing and pulled
the bat back then swung again. He heard a loud thwack and the room filled with
cheers.
 
“One more time birthday boy, then it’s someone else's turn.” Fiona called out.
 
Fuck that. This was his party, he was irritated and he was going to beat this
pinata until it fell apart. “Sure” he replied then let out a deep breath
pulling the bat back again. He swung as hard as he could and heard the split of
the pinata and everyone scream in excitement. He pulled his blindfold off to
the the busted turtle head and his floor covered in various candy.
 
He dropped to the ground and starting filling his shirt with candy using it as
a bag. He looked over to Mickey who was staring at him as he sipped on his
beer. He smiled but the older boy didn’t return the gesture instead he looked
away. He sat there on the floor wishing everyone would just leave so it could
be him and Mickey, then he could prove to him he was sorry. That wasn’t the
case though. There was still presents and cake.
 
“Ian look!” Mandy knelt down next to Ian and nudged her friend in the shoulder
snapping him from whatever trance he was in. “I got one for both of us” she
handed him a blue raspberry ring pop.
 
“This is a girls candy Mands.” He handed it back to her.
 
“Don’t be a baby Ian. It’s just candy. Plus it’s fun to eat.” She unwrapped the
candy and put it on her finger. “Look at my bling”
 
“You’re silly”
 
“Be silly with me” She whined really wanting her friend to wear his ring too.
 
“Fine” he reached out and grabbed the foil package opening it and sliding the
ring in his finger. He felt ridiculous. “This is so stupid.”
 
“Just stand up and eat it. I wanna see what presents you got come on, get up.”
 
He stood up from the ground careful not to drop anything from his shirt. Now
that he was standing he was aware the his stomach was on display because his
shirt was holding up the candy. He bunched his hand around the material then
took a taste of his ring pop. It was actually really good, it was awkward
though so he took it from his finger and just stuck it his mouth like a regular
sucker. That was much better.


*****
 
When Ian stood up from the ground and he could see his flat stomach, all he
wanted to do was walk over and start trailing kisses along the soft skin.
Obviously he couldn’t do that but he still found his feet following Ian into
the kitchen. He walked in to see a pile of candy on the stovetop and Ian
kneeling on the countertop. He walked up behind the boy about to pull him down
when he noticed Lip sitting at the table smoking a cigarette with some blonde
he’d never seen before.
He stepped back trying his best not to stare at the boys ass as he moved things
around the cupboard.
 
“Got it” he says tossing a box of Gallon ziploc bags on the floor and stepping
down from the counter. He turned to see Mickey standing behind him.  He grabbed
the box from the floor and pulled out a bag “What did I do now?” he said
peeling open a baggy.
 
“Who said you did anything?”
 
Ian rolled his eyes and started scooping his candy into the bag. He brought his
sucker to the front of his mouth, it was easier to eat then the side where a
normal sucker would go. He sucked on it a few times then pulled it from his
mouth turning to Mickey. “Then what do you want?” He returned his sucker to his
mouth and continued placing candy into the ziplock bag.
 
Mickey’s eyes were glued to Ian’s mouth. How was he able to walk around eating
candy like that? Was no one else realizing how intensely suggestive that candy
was? Ian was sucking on the blue ring pop like it was a pacifier pushing it in
and out of his mouth. Fuck he wanted him to suck his dick like that, fuck
everyone and everything. Just ugh.
 
He sealed his bag of candy then turned to look at Mickey who was staring at his
mouth, practically drooling. Hmm. He pulled the sucker from his mouth and
tilted his head. “Mick?”
 
“What?’ he said in surprise. Fuck he was standing there like and idiot. He
looked over to the table to see Lip making out with the random blonde, he was
in the clear. “You shouldn’t….that sucker is..ahem” he cleared his throat
trying to will the feeling away from his dick. He was wearing sweats and did
not want to draw anymore attention.
 
Mickey was clearly flustered. Good. He was being mean to him. He couldn’t touch
the older boy but maybe he could still make him happy, if not just more
frustrated. Either way he liked the tiny bit of control he was feeling in this
moment. “You don’t like suckers Mick?” He stuck his tongue out and licked
across the top. “Mm..Why not they’re soo good?”
 
Fuck. Fuck. “Knock it off Ian.”
 
Ian laughed and slid the ring on his finger then brought it to his mouth and
began to suck on it. “I don’t know what you’re talkin about Mick. I’m not doing
anything but eating candy.”
 
Yea right. Little fucker knew exactly what he was doing. He may play cute and
innocent but he was anything but. “Don’t play stupid Ian..just..”
 
“You know what? I’m gonna go hang out with Mandy. Have fun with..” he looked
around “Whatever you’re doing.” He went to walk past Mickey with his baggy of
candy then stopped and looked up through his lashes meeting the older boys blue
eyes. He sucked on his ring again slowly pulling it from his mouth,  licking
his lips “You sure you don’t want it Mickey?” he said sweetly.
 
He wasn’t going to make it. He needed Ian to drop to his knees and treat him
like that sucker in his mouth. Fuck. He didn’t know what to say so he just kept
his eyes locked on the alluring green orbs staring up at him.
 
“What are you two doin?” Lip stood up from the table scooting past his little
brother and the Milkovich kid. “How long have you been standin here?”
 
“Look” Ian said shoving the baggie of candy at his brother to change the
subject. He saw Mickey walk away out of the corner of his eye. He hoped being
cute would work and Mickey would tell him he wanted him. His question was
pretty clear he thought. “Uh this is from the pinata. Where were you? You
didn’t see it but I smashed that fucker.” Lip tousled his hair then opened the
fridge to grab a beer. He took that as his cue and slowly walked out of the
kitchen.
 
He walked into the living room but Mickey was nowhere to be seen. He sat down
on the couch next to his friend who was currently counting her candy like it
was halloween. “I’m so over this party.” he huffed and rest his head on Mandy’s
shoulder.
 
Mandy looked over at her friend. “Well tell your sister to do presents and cake
then we can go to my house.”
 
“You think Iggy would let me stay over?” He really didn’t want Mickey to leave
so at least this way they would still be in the same house.
 
“I don’t know. You’re a boy.”
 
“So?”
 
Mandy shrugged her shoulders. “ We can ask later here.” she handed him a pack
of starburst. “I don’t like these you can have them.”
 
He happily accepted, they were actually his favorite candy next to skittles.
After about 15 minutes the lights turned off and his brother and sister walked
in with his cake. Everyone started singing ‘Happy Birthday’. His eyes searched
through the darkness until he saw Mickey sitting at the top of the stairs with
a beer in his hand.
 
“Make a wish.” His brother said setting the cake on the table. He closed his
eyes and made a wish. His wish was that he and Mickey would be together
forever, that and 1 million dollars. Both seemed unlikely at this point but hey
that why there were wishes right?


Everyone ate cake as he opened his presents. Soon people were slowly drifting
out of the house until the only people left were the Milkovichs and the
Gallaghers. His sisters boyfriend showed up with the best gift so far. It was a
ninja turtle box set, it had all the turtles plus two vehicles. All the ‘grown
ups’ (if you wanted to call them that, they were all in their 20’s except Mike)
migrated to the kitchen and he could hear shot glasses hitting the table. He
looked over to his friend. “We should ask now. They’re getting drunk so they
should say yes.”
 
Mandy nodded her head in agreement. “You first.”
 
“Fine come on.” The two hopped off the couch and walked into the kitchen.
Mike’s sister was also here. He didn’t see her come in but she was standing
next to Iggy and they were laughing which was cute.  He walked up to his sister
and his friend walked over to her brother. “Hey Fi?”
 
“What’s up Sweetface?”
 
Ugh. He hated that name..kind of..maybe only in public. He scratched the back
of his head. “Um I was wondering if I could hang out with Mandy at her house.”
 
His sister looked over to Iggy who shrugged his shoulder. “Fine with me.”
 
“Can he stay the night? He can sleep on the couch.” Mandy asked staring up at
her big brother giving her best puppy dog eyes. None of her brothers even
Mickey could refuse ‘the look’.
 
Everyone at the table seemed to have some unspoken conversation with their eyes
before looking at them. “That’s fine with us.” Iggy replied. “Where’s my
brother?”
 
“Who knows..” Ian said a bit more dejectedly then he intended.
 
Iggy smiled then cleared his throat. “Mikhalio!” he called loudly. He heard a
barrage of curse words then saw his little brother walk into the kitchen.
 
“I told you I hate that fuckin name.” Mickey replied then crossed his arms and
slumped against the fridge. “What?”
 
“Time to go. I need you to take Mandy and Ian back to the house. Ian’s stayin
tonight so you need to watch them.”
 
Mickey looked over at Ian and shook his head. “Why do I have to? I want to stay
here and drink with you guys.”
 
“Because you’re the oldest Mickey and that’s your responsibility.” Iggy
replied. “Tell you what, there's some beers in the fridge, help yourself.”
 
“Am I gettin paid?”
 
“No” both Iggy and Fiona said in unison.
 
“Ugh” he scoffed. “Whatever fine. Lets go douchebags”
 
“Try and be nice” Iggy replied before taking a sip off his beer.
 
“Yea I’ll do that.” Mickey replied sarcastically. He knew exactly what he was
gonna do. Ian and Mandy could hang out by themselves and he would get drunk in
his room and think about touching Ian. He really didn’t want him to come over
because it was just one long continuous tease. The kid just had to stand there
and he was fucking sexy.


********
 
“JC Chasez is soooo dreamy.” Mandy said laying on the floor her elbows resting
on her pillow. She turned to her friend. “I mean his hair and his eyes. I’d let
him do whatever he wanted.”
 
He shook his head in disagreement. “Really? That dude?” He sat up bringing the
pillow into his lap and watching the music video. He didn’t think that dude was
hot at all. The other one though. “Now that guy.” he pointed to the lead
singer. “He’s fuckin hot. I mean look at him, the way he moves. I’d do him.” He
felt a sharp pain in his side from his friends elbow. He turned to see his
friend had sat up and was staring at him with wide eyes. “Jesus Mandy. Why’d
you that?”
 
“You would do Justin Timberlake?”
 
“Uh yea…” he said dramatically “If that’s his name.”
 
She turned to her friend with a raised brow “So you’re gay then?”
 
He wasn’t really sure what that meant. He liked Mickey and he liked this Justin
Timberlake but...until recently he never thought about things like that.
“Maybe..I don’t know…” he said hesitantly.
 
“Mickey’s gay. I think I heard him talking to my brothers about it once but I
never see him with anyone. Found some magazines in his room though.”
 
He wanted to say something but remembered Mickey’s warning. “Hm that’s cool I
guess.”
 
“You do know what that means right? Like gay sex is so different than you
know….regular sex.” Mandy leaned back against her bed.
 
“How?” He asked scooting next to his friend. “I mean I’ve seen movies but never
anything that showed stuff.”
 
“I’ve never seen it in movies but in Mickey’s magazines they do weird stuff.”
 
“Like what?”
 
She pursed her lips and ushered to her friend to come closer. Ian leaned in and
she whispered in his ear.
 
“What? Ew” he pulled away quickly and looked at his friend with wide eyes. “No
way man. That’s disgusting. Why would anyone want to do that?”
 
Mandy shrugged her shoulders. “Some people like it I guess.” She stood up from
the floor and walked over to her closet pulling down her box of dolls. She sat
back down on the floor opening the lid.
 
“Really Mandy?” Ian pulled out a doll and stared at it. “Barbies?”
 
She snatched the doll from her friend “They’re not Barbies asshole. They are
monster High Dolls. Totally different. These ones are cool look..” She held up
a doll with light green skin and big eyes wearing a denim jumpsuit and pink
gogo boots. “This one is my favorite her names Venus, you should take this one”
she grabbed the doll with large curls of red hair and pale skin. “You’re both
gingers so it makes sense her name is Operetta.”
 
He looked at the doll and rolled his eyes. They were kinda cooler than Barbies
but still. “Fine but since they’re monsters we should do a murder mystery.”
 
“No! We’re going to go to the mall.” She grabbed out several other dolls and
started up a conversation walking them around on the floor.
 
This was beyond lame. He watched as his friend talked to her dolls pretending
they were going to different stores. Fuck this.  He walked his doll over to one
of the other ones and smashed it to the ground “Ha! I killed you.”
 
“Ian!” She yelled “Stop. I told you we’re not playing murder!”
 
He laughed and rolled his eyes. His friend was funny when she was upset.
 
****
 
Mickey watched a lot of porn….maybe too much porn. Not like that was really
possible, he was a teenage boy. He spent the majority of his freetime with his
door locked and his headphones in satisfying his curiosities. Magazines were
cool at first but eventually they got boring and he needed something more
realistic. The first time he typed in anal on google he was blown away. There
were so many websites and each website has 100s of options. Pretty soon he had
clicked and clicked and before he knew it hours had gone by.
 
He tried to not let things get to him. He’d never had ‘real’ sex, only done
some other stuff. He knew it was the reason he was so intrigued, more than he
should be at his age. Things were different now though. There was another
reason, a better, brighter thing that made him scroll aimlessly through pages
and pages of hot bodies slapping against each other. Ian. He really, really
liked Ian, even if he was an asshole about it. He couldn’t help it. He knew he
wanted to fuck Ian from the first time he sat on his lap. There was something
about the way the boy’s body just seemed to align perfectly with his that made
Ian downright irresistible.
 
He felt bad about it in the beginning. He didn’t want to take advantage of Ian
or to trick him into something, but then the boy confessed that he liked him
too, that he wanted to do the things he wanted to do. He wanted to do many
things, he’d yet to even play with Ian, to even touch his ass. He could only
imagine how great it would feel. Fuck, Ian’s mouth was like heaven when it was
wrapped around him. Stupid Ian and his stupid mouth. His pink lips moving along
his dick while he stared at him with those stupid green eyes. Stupid beautiful
fuckin inncoent eyes. “Hmm” he groaned as he pumped his dick. His thoughts kept
drifting to Ian bent over with his ass in the air. “Fuck” he sighed. He knew
what he would do. Yea he knew exactly what he would do when the time came, he
would own that ass. Slow at first of course, he needed to make sure Ian liked
it. He would. He always did. Once he was warmed up he’d fucked him hard and
fast like in his movies.
 
He’d heard Ian’s moans from getting his dick sucked or being jacked off but the
thought of hearing him cry out from being pounded in the ass by his dick was..
“Shit hm” He opened his eyes and pulled his headphones from his ear as he made
a mess of his other hand. He reached for the kleenex next to his bed and wiped
his hand before throwing it into the trash can. Thinking about Ian got him off
quicker than any porn he’d ever watched, the fact that he was so close but he
couldn’t touch him was enough to drive him crazy. He needed to take his mind
off of sex or he would just jerk off all fuckin night. As great as that sounded
it just made him more frustrated. He stood up from the bed and walked over to
the giant plastic container on the floor, his ghetto toybox.
 
He opened the plastic lid and pulled out his legos. Yea he played with legos,
deal with it. He’s 14 a lot of kids his age played with legos especially the
ones he had. He liked Star Wars. A lot actually, so every year for his birthday
his brothers would buy him a lego set. He’d finally finished the TIE fighter
and now he was about to start the Sandcrawler. He would build them and put them
on display in his room. The TIE fighter was on his dresser and his pet, well
not really but he thought of it that way. The AT-AT walker stood on his
nightstand next to his bed. He grabbed his phone and put on his Twenty One
Pilots album then sat down on the floor pouring out the contents of the box.
 
*****
 
“And boom dead. Come on Mandy, you gotta do better than that.” Ian laughed at
his friend who was currently glaring at him. “What?”
 
“You keep killing my dolls you asshole” she complained. “If you’re not gonna
play right then go away.”
 
“Where am I supposed to go? I’m stuck here thanks to you.” He looked at his
friend and shrugged his shoulders.
 
Mandy rolled her eyes because she was over her friend. He was being mean and
she just wanted to play with her dolls in peace. “Fine then go watch TV or bug
Mickey but get out of my room.” She snatched her doll from Ian’s hand. “Go!”
 
“Jesus Mands call down dude.” He hopped up from the floor and opened the door
shutting it behind him. He walked into the living room and sat down on the
couch. He’d only been here one other time so he kinda felt weird being alone,
maybe he should just walk home. Fiona wouldn’t be upset. He had to pee though
and it was dark and cold outside so he should probably do that first. He went
to the bathroom and washed his hands. When he stepped out he heard the faint
sound of music from the end of the hall. He walked across the room and down the
hall to what he assumed was Mickey’s room. There was caution tape across the
front and and sign that read STAY THE FUCK OUT. Yea..this was Mickey’s room.
 
He knocked softly on the door with his knuckle and listened for a response.
There was nothing only the sound of music. He stood there and contemplated what
he should do. He could go home and hope Mickey wouldn’t stay mad at him or he
could deal with him being mad and maybe they could cuddle and things would be
better again. He liked the latter. He slowly opened the door and was surprised
to see the the older boy sitting on the floor in front of little bags of legos.
“Hey Mick.” He stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
 
He looked up to see Ian shutting his door. “What do you want?” He moved his
eyes back to the platform he was building for his Sandcrawler.
 
Ian walked over to Mickey and sat down on the floor across from him. “I was
bored. Mandy’s playin with dolls so..”
 
“Lame”
 
Ian smiled and grabbed a lego running it across the carpet. “I know right? I
just wanted to see what you were up to.” He looked up at Mickey then reached
out his hand to touch his knee. “I...I miss you.”
 
He raised his head and stared at the beautiful redhead in front of him and let
out a deep breath. “C’mere” he replied panting the floor next to him. Ian’s
eyes lit up which made a small smile cross his face. “Hurry up come on.”
 
Ian scooted across the carpet until he was next to the older boy. “What are you
making?”
 
“You know Star Wars right?”
 
“I haven’t seen the new ones but Lip showed me the old ones.” He didn’t really
understand the story but he still thought it was really cool. He liked the
Jedis.
 
“Those are the best ones.” Mickey replied. “This is a SandCrawler.” He reached
out and grabbed the box handing it to Ian “Here.”
 
He looked at the picture on the box. “Damn Mick that’s a lot of legos for one
car.”
 
Mickey laughed. “Yea I guess it is.” He looked over to Ian and smiled. “You
wanna help me?”
 
“Yes!” Ian sat up on his knees. “What should I do?”
 
“Here” he put the instructions on the floor in front of them. “You can start on
this part.” He pointed to the book and handed Ian the bag that match it.
       “This is for the wheels. Just read the directions.”
 
“Oh ok.” he smiled and grabbed the plastic package then leaned over to look at
the book. It didn’t seem too hard, at least not this part. He opened his bag
and started putting pieces together.
 
Mickey watched out of the corner of his eyes as Ian focused on his part. He was
really cute with his brows knit together in concentration. He wondered if Ian
knew it, if he understood exactly what he did to him every time he entered the
room. When he was around Ian he didn’t think straight, he acted foolish and he
found it hard to breathe like now. He brought his attention back to his
platform and tried to organize his thought.
 
They sat there listening to his playlist  for the next half hours putting
pieces together and stealing glances. He was getting thirsty and remembered
what his brother said about beers. A cold one sounded really fuckin good. He
stood up from the floor capturing Ian’s attention.
 
“Where you goin Mick?”
 
“Relax I’m just gettin a beer.” He walked over to the door then looked back at
the boy on the floor and scratched his neck “You uh...you want one?”
 
Ian looked up at Mickey and pursed his lips thoughtfully “Sure.” He’d only ever
had a sip of beer here and there from his brother but if Mickey could drink it
so could he.
 
Mickey turned and walked out of his room into the kitchen opening up the
fridge. There was a 6 pack and a few tall cans. Fuck it. He grabbed the 6 pack
and shut the door. He opened the cupboard and grabbed the bbq pringles then
walked back to his room. He sat down on the floor and handed Ian a beer before
popping the tab on his own.
 
He popped the tab on his beer and took a sip. It wasn’t gross but he it would
take some getting used to. He leaned back against the bed. He finished his part
and was kinda over it. Legos and dolls, he was striking out with both
Milkovich's. He took another sip of his beer and looked over to Mickey who was
practically slamming his. “Wow Mick. You drank that pretty fast.”
 
He laughed and squeezed the can in his hand before tossing it in the trash
across the room. “Score! “ He turned to Ian his lips curled into a sly smile
“It’s not my first rodeo kid” he said reaching for another beer.
 
Ian rolled his eyes. “I told you don’t call me that. I hate it.”
 
Mickey took a long swig of his beer and reached up to his nightstand to grab
his cigarettes. “Fine Freckles” he smiled putting a smoke between his lips. “I
won’t call you kid.”
 
“Thanks”
 
“Mm hmm” he took a drag of his cigarette and leaned back against the bed.
 
Ian ran his finger around the cool metal rim of his beer wondering if he should
ask the question. Were they still together? He decided to wait a little bit
longer and just see what happens. He leaned his head on Mickey’s shoulder and
the older boy did not try and push him away, so that was a good sign.
 
He looked over as Ian rest his head on his shoulder. He could smell the
lingering conditioner in his hair and wanted to pull him into his lap and hold
him. He grabbed his phone and looked at the time. It was only 9:30pm. Knowing
his brother he wouldn’t be home till at least 1 or 2, that’s if he didn’t crash
out which was more Iggy's style. “Get up.” he shrugged Ian off his shoulder and
stood up from the ground.
 
“Whats wrong?”
 
“Nothin just don’t wanna sit on the floor anymore.” He pulled off his shirt and
tossed it in his hamper, then pulled down his sweats. He usually slept in his
boxers so walking around like this didn’t phase him, not in his own house at
least. He climbed on his bed then looked down at Ian who was still sitting on
the floor. “What you waitin for Gallagher? Get your ass up here man.”  He
smiled then laid down with his elbows propped on the pillow pulling up youtube
on his phone. Ian climbed on the bed next to him and lay his head down on the
pillow. He grabbed his headphones and placed one in Ian’s ear before placing
the other in his own. He finished off his beer and went for the 3rd. He wasn’t
feeling buzzed yet so he figured why not. He grabbed the pringles from the
floor and placed them at the top of the pillow. He picked the first music
video. He really liked Twenty One Pilots so he chose Heathens. He hadn’t seen
Suicide Squad but he liked the video. It reminded him of his life. Most people
looked down on his family because of what his brothers did and his father did.
Other than the people in their circle, they didn’t socialize. Mickey always
felt different, until he met Ian. The kid didn’t seem to care about anything
but the here and now. He like HIM and that made him feel worth something.
 
Ian picked next and just chose from the recommended songs. He chose Gangsta by
Kehlani. He turned to look at the boy with amusement “Really?”
 
“What it says Suicide Squad too. I didn’t know it was sappy.” Ian replied then
lay his head down on his hands and looked up at Mickey. “Kinda pretty though
right?”
 
He glanced away then back at Ian. “I guess.” He turned his attention back to
the video. Surprisingly he liked it. He loved the Joker. He didn’t know about
Harley Quinn though. She seemed cool. Honest he usually only listened to rock
but they ended up going through the whole soundtrack, by the end he felt like
he had seen the fuckin movie.
 
****
 
They had been listening to music videos for a little over an hour. Ian
continued to sip on his beer while he was finishing off the last one. 5-1, Ian
was slacking. He was definitely feeling a buzz now. He set his beer on his
nightstand and pulled out his headphone. Ian turned to look at him pulling out
his headphone as well. He stared thoughtfully into green eyes for a moment the
reached out and pulled him into a kiss. “I want you.”
 
Ian pulled away and stared at the older boy. “You do?” he said softly. “I
thought you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”
 
Mickey furrowed his brow. “I never said that” he laughed. “I said if you tell
anyone we can’t be together. Biiig fuckin difference” he replied his words
coming out a little more tipsy then he intended.
 
“Oh.” Ian said pulling back more. “That’s really kinda confusing Mick. I still
don’t get…”
 
“Shhh” He replied closing the distance between them again. He ran his tongue
over Ian’s lips until they parted allowing him entrance. The kiss was hurried
and sloppy but he didn’t care, they were touching and that was all that
mattered. He sucked on Ian’s bottom lip before attacking his mouth again.
“Fuck” he sighed as he ran his hands down Ian’s sides, pulling up on the
bunched cotton of his shirt. He pushed forward into the kiss rolling Ian on his
back and moving so he was straddling his body. He nuzzled the younger boy’s
neck and brushed his lips against his soft skin before sucking tiny patches
into his mouth noisily.
 
“Mm..feels good.” He lifted his hands to Mickey's shoulders then tenderly
traced the outline of his body until he met Mickey’s waist.
 
“Gonna make you feel real good” he replied then sat up on his knees. He grabbed
Ian’s shirt roughly and tugged it up over his head. “Daaamn” he groaned then
leaned down to plant sloppy drunk kisses across Ian’s freckled chest. He could
feel his carnal desire building up each time his lips touched velvety skin. He
licked up Ian’s chest until he reached his nipples. He teasingly licked a
circle across his nipple then pulled it between his teeth before sucking it
into his mouth.
 
“Shit Mickey” Ian moaned as his eyes met with smouldering blue ones. He felt a
twinge of pleasure as warmth spread through his body. This was the first time
Mickey did that but fuck it felt like his body was on fire. He watched with
shaky breaths as Mickey undid his pants and pulled them down, throwing them on
the floor. Mickey’s eyes were drilling holes into his body, which cause him to
suddenly feel vulnerable. “W.what?” he asked nervously.
 
“Take off your boxers”
 
Duh. He didn’t know why he didn’t do that before. He lifted his butt as much as
he could under Mickey’s weight and pulled down his boxers. The moment his dick
sprang free Mickey’s hand was on it, gripping firmly as he moved it back and
forth. He didn’t have a chance to accept the feeling before Mickey scooted down
and sucked him into his mouth. “Fuck” he sighed throwing his head back against
the pillow. Mickey’s tongue twirled around his dick, flicking playfully while
his other hand massaged his balls. “Mm Mickey” he moaned. His boyfriend didn’t
have a way with words but he didn’t care as long as he could make him feel like
this. Mickey’s touch was intoxicating always leaving him on edge. He closed his
eyes and started rolling his hips, reaching out to touch his boyfriend.
 
Ian was touching his shoulders and moaning above him like a bitch and it was
beautiful. His trembling body and breathy moans were so fuckin sexy. He pulled
off and let the buildup of saliva and precum drip down Ian’s balls and slide
between his cheeks.
 
“That tickles” he squirmed when he felt the liquid drip down his ass.
 
“Just wait” He licked a stripe up Ian’s shaft before enclosing his mouth around
it sucking on the tip. He cupped his hands around the two soft globes spreading
them apart with his thumbs then watched as more saliva dripped down on Ian’s
ass.  He felt like he could cum in his pants when he saw his tight little hole.
“God damn Gallagher” he leaned his head down and kissed the soft skin.
 
“Wait..W..what are you doing?” he sighed and licked his lips. Mickey’s mouth
was making his head foggy but he didn’t like whatever else he was doing.
 
“Nothin” he said softly..“Just relax.” He spread open Ian’s cheeks farther and
ran his tongue over the sensitive skin.
 
“Mickey don’t!” he said as he tried to sit up. “That’s fucking gross.”
 
“Shh” he replied again then swirled his tongue over the tiny pink star.
 
“I don’t..” he sucked in his lip with frustration then reached down to push
Mickey’s face away. “Stop it. I don’t like that.”
 
He lifted his head and rolled his eyes “Christ Ian. Shut up already.. fuck.” he
snapped then let out an exasperated sigh “You will alright.” He leaned down and
continued to lick and suck on Ians hole.
 
He squirmed at the feeling. It was weird, really fucking weird. It kinda felt
good but he was distracted by the way Mickey was talking to him, he didn’t like
it at all. He didn’t really want to do stuff if he was going to be a jerk. He
was about to say something when Mickey reached out for his hand. He wanted
Mickey, and Mickey wanted this so he grabbed his hand and squeezed his eyes
shut. He blocked out everything else and soon found himself enjoying the
feeling.
 
Mickey was right.
 
His tongue was doing things, different things than when he sucked his dick. His
breath hitched when Mickey pressed it inside him. It was sooo weird. He wanted
to say something but decided against it because it started to feel really
really “Mm” he sighed,
 
“That’s right. Feels good huh?” He glanced up at Ian and swirled his tongue in
his hole. Ian nodded his head and licked his lips gripping tightly on his hand.
His body shifted under him, his hips twitching. He knew what he wanted. Ian
might not know yet, but he did and so did his body the way he was moving
around. He spit on his hole again but that wouldn’t be enough. He could tell
just by how hard it was to get the tip of his tongue in, his finger would be a
challenge. He needed lube. “Don’t move.” He sat up and reached to his
nightstand. He grabbed his beer and chugged down the rest throwing the can at
the trash. He opened the drawer and pulled out his lube then sat back down. He
pushed Ian’s legs up so that they were over his shoulders and his ass was
lifted and exposed. He leaned back down and sucked at the soft skin.
 
“Mickey” he moaned and rolled his hips at the feeling. He started to feel
something cold on his ass which made his body jerk but he just kept his eyes
closed and told himself not to question it. Then he felt Mickey’s finger brush
over his hole and that immediately pulled him from that thought.
 
“Ok.. n..not that.” He sat up on his elbows and looked at his boyfriend who was
kissing the inside of his leg still circling his finger over his ass. “Mickey
no. I’m serious.” He started to pull away because this was too much. He didn’t
like it at all. He was not convinced this would feel good, not like the other
stuff. How was that even possible? He waited for Mickey to move back to his
dick or kiss him but instead he felt him try to press his finger inside.  NO NO
“NO Miiickey!” he whined as he pulled his legs down. “I told you no stop it, I
don’t wanna do thaat.”
 
He sat up quickly and stared down at Ian “Are you gonna fuckin cry over
eveything I do?” When he sat up he got a massive headrush and was immediately
reminded of his buzz. He raised his hand to his head as he tried to keep his
balance  “Fuck”
 
“I’m not..”
 
“But you are though. You’re actin like a fuckin baby”
 
“And you're being really mean Mickey” Ian defended looking at his boyfriend.
 
“Mean? Really Gallagher?” he rubbed his nose and licked his lips. “You think
I’m bein mean because I’m fuckin trying to make you feel good. Get over it.”
Ian had a pouty look on his face as he stared at him. He leaned down and
trailed kisses up his stomach until he was staring down into his eyes.“You know
it always ends the same fuckin way right?” He leaned down until their noses
were touching. “You moaning my name and wanting more so stop complaining and
just do it.”
 
He could  not  believe how Mickey was talking to him. He’d gotten mad before
but now he was just being a dick. He didn’t understand why. His eyes darted
around the room as he tried to think of something to say when he noticed the
pile of crumpled cans in the trash. Now it made sense, whenever his brother got
drunk he would fight with his sister, at least sometimes. He turned to his
boyfriend. “Well I think you drank too much cause you’re acting a jerk right
now.”
 
“Are you fuckin kidding me kid?”
 
Ian pulled back and looked up at the older boy with irritation. “No Mickey.” He
crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re being really fucking mean and I didn't
fucking do anything.” he snapped. “And I told you don't call me that Mickey.
You’re not listening to me!”
 
He scoffed then stood up from the bed. “You know what fuck this shit. I’m out.
Do whatever you want and leave me the fuck alone.” He grabbed his phone from
the nightstand and his chips from the floor then walked out of the room
slamming the door behind him. He walked over to the couch and plopped down.
Fuckin mean..he wasn’t mean. That wasn’t true at all. How was wanting do shit
with his boyfriend mean? He was irritated sure but why shouldn’t he be? The kid
needed to fuckin trust him, like he said he should just do it by this point.
Ian always made such a fuckin fuss then ended up liking it. Meanwhile in
between he was left feeling like an asshole. Ugh. He laid back and stared up at
the ceiling.
 
He should just stop this, Ian was clearly uncomfortable right? No he was just
bein a baby. He was fine..more than fine with everything else. Fuck how was he
gonna react when he wanted to actually have sex? He rubbed his head in
frustration. He could feel his temples throb and blinked his eyes. 5 beers may
have been to many but he wasn’t drunk..not really but he was feeling it. He
wanted his bed. Fuck Ian.
 
***
 
He sat naked in Mickey’s bed not sure of what to do. A part of him wanted to go
home but...another part just wanted to be held. Mickey’s arms were big and soft
and warm and right now he felt cold. He climbed down from the bed and went to
grab his shirt. He reached to the ground when he spotted one of Mickey’s band
t-shirts. It would be big on him but he didn’t care. He pulled the shirt over
his head then opened the door. The TV was off but he could see Mickey's elbow
sticking up from the couch. He walked over to the couch “Mickey?”
 
He turned his head to see Ian standing there in his T-shirt. Fuckin kid looked
adorable right now but he was still upset. Upset and confused. “I told you to
leave me alone didn’t I ?”
 
Ian sat down on the coffee table and looked up at the older boy. “Yea you did
but I don’t want you to be mad at me again.”
 
He sat up from the couch and rubbed his nose “You said I was mean Ian. I’m not
fuckin mean.”
 
“You weren’t listening to me and..”
 
“That’s twice today.” he interrupted. “Twice that you’ve told me I’m bein mean
to you.” He could feel himself getting angry all over again.
 
“But you were..”
 
“Fine ok. I’m done with this shit, if you think I’m so fuckin mean to you then
just go. This is stupid, I should have known better than to do anything with
you to begin with.”
 
Ian averted his eyes. He didn’t mean to freak out it just happened all of this,
everything they were doing was still new. “ Please Mickey don’t say that.” He
stood up from the table and walked over to the couch. Mickey was silently
watching him as he climbed onto the couch and straddled his lap. He leaned
forward to give him a kiss but Mickey put his hand up.
 
“Why do you wanna kiss me if you think I’m such an asshole? Why do you keep
tellin me you want to be with me then when I try and get close to you, you
fuckin freak out?”
 
“I didn’t...you’re not mean Mickey I just..”
 
“Just what?”
 
He glanced down and brought his hands into his lap to play with his fingers
nervously. He was embarrassed that he was scared to try things, especially when
Mickey seemed so confident. “I’m just scared. You know so much stuff and I want
to do it, I really do but it seems weird.” He paused and looked up. “That back
there I don’t understand why you would wanna do it.”
 
Ian’s voice was so soft and small and fuck, it melted his heart. Who was he
kidding, he could pretend and he could be mad, but in the end he just wanted to
be with Ian. So if that meant moving slower than...he could do that. He didn’t
fuckin want to but he could. He wrapped his arms around Ian and pulled him
close. “I’m sorry if I was..” he paused sucked his lip between his teeth. “I
don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable. I only want you to do what you wanna
do. I just wish you would trust me when I tell you things.”
 
“I do trust you”
 
Mickey sighed rubbed his forehead before returning his hand to Ian’s waist.
“You don’t though. You freak out every time even when I tell you it’s ok.”
 
He looked up at Mickey. He was right. He was always right. There hasn’t been 1
thing he hasn’t liked even the thing with his tongue he actually REALLY liked.
“We can do what you want Mickey. I..I trust you.”
 
“It’s OK you don’t have to say that.”
 
Ian stood up on his knees and leaned forward grabbing the couch behind his
boyfriend. “I’m mean it Mick. I want you to do whatever you want. I want you to
be happy.”
 
“You promise?” He looked at Ian and raised his brow. “I don’t want to do this
again, it’s not fair.”
 
He let go of the couch and grabbed Mickey’s shoulder inching his arms behind
his back and the couch. “I promise Mick” he whispered laying his head on his
shoulder.
 
He squeezed Ian in a tight hug then reached down lifting his head and capturing
his lips in a kiss. “I like you Ian” he sighed. “I like you a lot.”
 
“Mm I like you to Mickey.” he kissed the skin on Mickey’s neck. “I wanna be
with you forever.” Shit. He didn't mean to say that last part out loud. He
pulled back and stared at his boyfriend waiting for his reaction.
 
Wow..Forever was a long time. Who knows what could happen in forever. Now
though he felt the same way. Ian was a brat but he was cute and funny and
ridiculously hot. Eventually they would be able to go on dates and go to
concerts and then maybe.. “Me too” He replied still lost in his thoughts. He
wrapped his arm around Ian and stood up from the couch causing the younger boys
to squeeze his legs around his waist. He walked back to his room opening the
door and locking it behind him. He walked over to bed and lay Ian down before
climbing next to him. He looked into his big green eyes and rubbed his nose
nervously before running his fingers through Ian’s soft hair. “You mean it?”
 
“What?”
 
“Don’t make me say it asshole.”
 
He said a few things so he wasn’t sure what Mickey was asking. “Yea Mick I mean
it. All of it.”
 
He felt a wide smile spread across his face. He leaned over and pressed a deep
kiss into Ian’s lips. Then pulled him in close.
 
Ian lifted his head “So..did you want to..”
 
“Shh.” He closed his eyes and squeezed his boyfriend. “Don’t wanna think
anymore, juuuust” he yawned. “Just sleep with me.”
 
“What about Mandy?”
 
“Don’t wanna thiink” he whined.
 
“Mick?”
 
“Gallagher?”
 
“Did you mean it? That you like me?”
 
He opened his eyes and scooted down in the bed so that he was staring in Ian’s
eyes. “I said it didn’t I?” Ian smiled and turned on his back. He reached his
arm across his body and closed his eyes. This wasn’t sex, but right now..after
today, he needed this more.


***** Trick or Treat *****
Chapter by Aromance91, Hellfyre91_(Aromance91)
Chapter Summary
     Ian wants something from Mickey and finds the perfect way to get it.
     Mickey wants something from Ian too but he doesn't have the best
     communication skills...at all.
Chapter Notes
     All right guys. So we are entering grey territory, crossing from dub
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     and ends the same way so feel free to skip right on past. You guy
     know how I write so there is important character pov throughout so i
     recommend reading xoxo. This is my final update for this story. I'm
     going to post the story at once when it's done. New Years goal stop
     having WIPS lol. So i'm hoping on having it up within the next few
     weeks. Thank you for reading xoxo
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“Please Miiick!”
 
“No fuckin way”
 
“But I already picked them out”
 
“Too fuckin bad kid.” He looked over at Ian who’s eyes began to narrow showing
he was minutes away from throwing a fit. “I didn’t mean that freckles relax”
 
“Whatever.” He plopped down on the couch with his back to his boyfriend and
crossed his arms pouting his lip.
 
“Ay don’t be like that. Said I’m sorry” Mickey reached out to touch Ian’s
shoulder but he shrugged him off.
 
“Then don’t make me go alone!” Ian turned around and pushed back into the couch
bring his legs up and tucking them underneath his little body. “I don’t wanna
go by myself Mick, I want you to go with me.”
 
“I said no Ian and that’s it alright. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore so
change the fuckin subject.” Jesus fucking christ this kid had been hounding him
for over an hour straight. That shit may work on his family but not him. He had
Mandy experience plus the biggest reason, Ian was his boyfriend so the dynamic
was different in their relationship. In fact he had learned if anyone gets
their way in this relationship it’s him. Sure Ian was cute..fuckin adorable
sometimes but Mickey knew how to play the game. He reached for the remote and
flipped through the channels until he came across Jurassic Park. He loved these
movies, the 1st one was his favorite. He leaned back in the couch glancing over
at the younger boy huddled up in the couch, glaring at him. He rolled his eyes
and smiled then turned his attention back to the TV.
 
Ian sat their watching his boyfriend. He really REALLY wanted Mickey to go with
him, if not Fiona and Mike would take him and that was lame. They didn’t even
dress up. He already had the perfect costumes and halloween was 2 days away.
Plus Fiona had been talking about going to a halloween party so if Mickey
didn’t go he would end up staying with Mike's mom after just like his brother
and sister. He HATED staying with her. Yea she was nice but she treated him
like a baby, pinching his cheeks and talking to him like his 4 yr old sister.
Debbie and Carl practically lived with Susan. She not only watched them when FI
was at work but also on the weekends. In her free time his sister was with her
boyfriend and his family for the most part, his sibling were 3 and 4 so they
got carted around pretty easily. He was 12 and a handful apparently. Instead of
letting him just chill by himself Fiona decided to get him babysitters.
Eventually with Mickey it worked in his favor but even then he still felt like
a burden. No one wanted to spend time with him anymore. When he was younger his
sister was like his best friend then slowly he started to get more demanding
and apparently it was too much for her now that his big brother was in college.
He softened his eyes and started picking at the tare in the couch cushion,
glancing over at his boyfriend. Mickey was laughing as the fat guy got attacked
by raptors. His boyfriend was so hot, big and strong with the perfect body. He
was amazed that the older boy liked him when he could easily date someone else.
He still questions it in the back of his brain but Mickey assures him he like
likes him, not just because they do things together. Don’t get him wrong he
loves doing things with Mickey. He’s so sweet and gentle and makes him cum
whenever he wants it but sometimes he thinks that’s the only reason Mickey
likes him. He always said no to really hanging out with him. He didn’t wanna go
to the movies, the carnival or and trick or treating. He refused to let him
tell people they were dating and got really mad anytime it was mentioned. It
seemed like he was almost ashamed to be seen with him. He let out a deep sigh
and pushed back farther into the couch trying to become invisible. Right now
that’s how he felt anyway.
 
He couch moved and he heard Ian huffing. He turned to tell him to knock it off
when he saw the younger boy turned to face the door. His body was pulled into
him securely and his head was pressed firmly against the far side of the couch.
Damn it. He hated seeing Ian upset. Yea I know he just said he could handle his
fits but when his boyfriend was genuinely sad it was different, it made his
heart hurt and he just wanted to fix it. “Aye what's wrong?” He reached out and
turned Ian to face him.
 
Ian rubbed his eyes.“You don’t wanna spend time with me. I’m just a chore to
you like everybody else” he whispered softly.
 
“Shut the fuck up with that shit Gallagher.” He reached out and pulled Ian onto
his lap so that their faces were touching. He leaned down and nuzzled his face
in his neck. “You’re not a chore to me, I lo...like you. I want to be with
you.” He kissed along the freckled skin on Ian’s neck and down his collar bone
before lifting his head. “Just cause I don’t like doin certain shit don’t mean
anything between us. I just don’t like a lot of things. You.. are not one of
them got it?”
 
Ian felt his lips curl up into a smile. This is why he liked Mickey. He was
always able to make him feel better. He loved being in his lap, more than he
loved kettle corn and that was his favorite snack. He was average height for
his age around 4’11 and about 90lbs..last time he had a Dr appointment that’s
what they told his sister at least. They also said eventually he would shoot up
and be tall like his sister, that seemed hard to imagine at this time but he
was waiting for the day he woke up and was 6’. Mickey was bigger and was able
to lift him up easily even though they were only a few years apart. His
boyfriend was almost as tall as his big brother but not quiet. He didn’t know
what he weighed but most of it was muscle because Mickey’s body was amazing and
as he mentioned he could pick him up like nothing. He would never sit in his
brother's lap or his sisters lap even when he was a little kid he hated it, but
he could spend hours with his back against his boyfriends chest in his firm
embrace. He nodded his head and turned around to watch the movie. Mickey’s
fingers slid under his shirt and his thumbs smoothed circles over his skin as
he sat there. This was nice it really was but….he wanted Mickey to go trick or
treating with him. He really liked Pokemon and wanted them to go as Ash and
Pikachu. He would be Pikachu of course, even if Mickey agreed he knew the older
boy well enough to know how he would react if he suggests he be the lovable
little creature.
 
Let’s see his birthday was  August 25th and it was almost November so…..hmm
that would mean they had been dating for almost 3 months. WOW. He wondered if
Mickey knew that. 3 months was a long time. It wasn’t just weekends either. Now
he started hanging out at Mickey’s house with him and Mandy. They would watch
TV and play blackjack.  Now and then he would stay the night since him and
Mandy were in the same class and Iggy liked him. The eldest Milkovich called
him a ginger but playfully and never had a problem when he hung out as long as
he slept on the couch. He would say goodnight to Mandy then go hang out with
Mickey in his room. They finished building the…..whatever it was he was
building sandrover, sandcrawler, he didn’t really care. Legos weren’t really
his thing but they were Mickey’s so he would sit there and help him until the
older boy got tired then they would make out in his bed and Mickey would make
him cum with his mouth and his fingers doing things to his body he never could
have imagined. At first he was nervous, scared even when Mickey tried to finger
him but now he loved it. He should have known better cause Mickey told him he
would. He would jack Mickey off occasionally or suck his dick but for the most
part Mickey seemed to be super into touching him, and he was cool with that.
Whenever he started to blow him he wouldn’t even finish before Mickey had him
on his back and was fingering him and sucking his dick. He shifted adjusting
himself, the thought was making him tingly. Wait...that was it. Mickey didn’t
get off very often, I mean he did by himself but like I said he had a one track
mind watching him squirm and jerking himself off. He knew exactly how to get
what he wanted...fuck why didn’t he think of this sooner?
He stretched his arms above his head dramatically pushing his weight down on
Mickey’s dick, then shifted a few more times.
 
Fuck what was Ian doing? He just wanted to watch the movie but the kid was
pushing his ass against his dick and he could feel himself hardening in his
pants. They had already played around several times today but he could go
again. He never got tired of hearing Ian gasp his name or watching as he
squirmed under his touch. He couldn’t believe it had been 4 months and they
still haven't fucked yet. He thought about bringing it up several times but to
be honest he was really fuckin nervous. He knew what to do from his videos but
he didn’t trust how he would be in the moment because he wanted it so bad. He’d
thrown a fit here and there and Ian of course gave in but this was actually
sex, he didn’t want to guilt him into it. So he would just wait, that’s what he
told himself. Right now Ian wasn’t saying it but the way he was moving the boy
was begging to be fucked...finger fucked and that he could do. “Whatcha doin
there Freckles hmm?” He slid his hands up the front of Ian’s shirt and pulled
him back so he could lean to the side and see his face. Ian looked up at him
with big green eyes and smiled deviously.
 
“Nothin Mick.”
 
“Don’t feel like nothin. Feels like you want me to touch you” He nipped at
Ian’s ear and moved one hand down to palm him through his gym shorts. “That
what you want?”
 
Ian had to hold his ground and remember his goal. TRICK OR TREATING..Pikachu.
Think..Focus.. He answered Mickey with a kiss reaching up to pull the older
boys face closer. He sucked on Mickey’s bottom lip and could feel his dick
twitch through his jeans. Now or never. He pulled away from the kiss, then in
one forceful motion broke free of Mickey’s arms and hopped off his lap.
 
Mickey looked at Ian trying to decipher what the boy was thinking. He had a
look on his face like he was concentrating on something but didn’t want to show
it.
Ian leaned against the table and folder his arms. “Mickey”
 
“What?”
 
“You’re going trick or treating with me.”
 
This again? “Holy fuck Gallagher are you serious right now?’ He sighed and
threw himself back into the couch crossing his arms. “No I’m fuckin not, told
you like a million times. Get it through your fuckin brain. I don’t do that
shit OK. Now get back here” he said looking at Ian expectantly.
 
Ian pursed his lips thoughtfully. “No.”
 
Mickey’s brow furrowed in disbelief..”No? Are you serious right now?”
 
“Mm hm, I don’t want you to touch me Mick I want you to go with me and you
will.”
 
“Is that what you think kid?” He laughed at the audacity. Ian really thought he
could change  HIS  mind, yea that’s not how this worked. This was his game and
he knew how to play it. He found he was naturally hot and cold but with Ian
there were times he used it to his advantage. What? Fuck off...he knew better
because he was older, plain and simple. It was just good logic. Sometimes Ian
would get a little too much attitude or like now act like he didn’t want things
but he knew better. He was easily able to remind Ian he was the one in charge
because literally he was. He was his babysitter so...maybe he used that more
than he should to remind his boyfriend he was the boss...and maybe the fact he
was almost 15 and Ian was younger than him may have come up. Most the time he
didn’t really think about it, he was just a jerk and liked to get his way now
that he knew he could. It’s not like he was hurting anyone. Sure he was getting
his way but in the end it was always about Ian. He wanted to make Ian happy,
make him feel good and it always ended that way, with them cuddling and sharing
kisses..how was that wrong? It’s not because he knows best.
“Well I’m not and honestly you’re actin like a baby right now. Don’t wanna do
anything now anyways. You keep bugging me to do shit I don’t want, refusin to
listen so why should I do anything for you?” He saw Ian’s face falter and the
boy averted his eyes. This is when he would comfort him and he would come back
to his lap and everything would be how it should be but Ian looked back up and
him and then sank to his knees. What the fuck? “Um.. Did you not hear me kid, I
don’t wanna touch you.”
 
Ian swallowed thickly. Mickey’s words hurt, they always did but he told himself
they were just words. ..Most of the time. Sometimes he would say things that
made him think he was serious, that he didn’t like him, that he was too young
or too childish...he was mean sometimes but he would always make up for it and
end up kinda apologizing. He knew Mickey was a jerk before they started doing
things because of Mandy and the stories but he was always really nice. Then
this started and sometimes Mickey could really confuse him. Now wasn’t one of
those times and least he told himself that. Mickey wasn’t physically pushing
him away so he was going to call his bluff “I don’t believe you Mick. I think
you’re full of shit.” He reached out and started to undo the buttons on his
boyfriends pants.
 
He looked at Ian defensively and could feel a pout coming on his face. “Am
not...what do mean you don’t believe me? I’m serious.”
 
Ian smiled at his boyfriend and watched as a blank look of confusion replaced
the angry one. He reached into Mickey’s pants and massaged his hard cock. “See,
you’re lyin”
 
Mickey was speechless for the first time in a long time. Ian had initiated
kissing but he would take the lead from there. This though, Ian just dropping
to his knees and talkin shit at the same time, for some reason the mixture was
short circuiting his brain it was ridiculously sexy. “Uh..I..” He paused and
watched with wide eyes as Ian pulled out his dick and licked up the side.
“Fuck” he sighed and sat up. Ian looked up at him through his lashes then
wrapped his pink lips around the head kissing it and sucking it into his mouth.
“Mm fuck Ian”
 
Ian held firmly onto his boyfriends shaft moving his hand up and down as he
continued to make out with the soft tip of his dick. When Mickey did it to him
his head went blank and he never wanted him to stop, judging by the groans
above him he was having the same effect on the older boy.
 
He reached his hand down to run his fingers through Ian’s silky red hair but
then the boy lifted his head to stare at him. “What’s wrong?”
 
“Nothin..” Ian said then sucked Mickey’s dick back into his mouth. Mickey
rolled his eyes and licked his lips as he swirled his tongue around the shaft.
He pulled up with a loud pop this time and Mickey looked at him like he punched
his puppy.
 
“Why are you?. Keep goin” he stammered. He still couldn’t get over seeing his
dick in Ian’s mouth, it was….it was somethin else. It immediately made him
think of how Ian would feel when he fucked him so he avoided it because the
urge to just flip over his boyfriend and fuck him was too much, almost
overpovering. He was stronger so he could easily do it and eventually Ian would
be into it but he loved...liked liked..shut up. He LIKED Ian and didn’t want to
do that. That being said right now Ian was sucking his dick obscenely and that
was honestly his main focus. He kept stopping though which was a fuckin tease
and now he was staring at him with doe eyes as he moved his hand up and down.
“Hmm what? What is it just...tell me” he groaned.
 
Ian leaned down and massaged his boyfriends balls, he felt Mickey’s entire body
tense up so he decided to kick it up a notch. He thought it was funny using
Mickey’s moves on him. He rolled his tongue over his balls then sucked one into
his mouth gently.
 
“Christ Ian, what ..fuck” He didn’t know what had gotten into the younger boy
but he wasn’t about to question it, maybe he started watching porn or something
who the fuck knows.
 
He flattened his tongue and licked up the soft skin from the base to the tip
then fixed his eyes with his boyfriend. “Go with me”
 
“Hmm what..why are you askin again no”
 
Ian thought for a moment what else he could do to leave Mickey a mess then
remembered his sucker. He dipped his head down until he felt like he would gag,
which wasn’t that far cause he didn’t suck dick often. He sucked as much as he
could causing Mickey to whimper which was really hot actually. He pulled his
head up until only the tip of Mickey’s dick was in his mouth. He sat back on
his knees so now just the very tip of the tip was resting against his lips.
Mickey was staring at him almost in a trance waiting for his next move. He
smiled with his eyes and started sucking on his personal sucker just like
that's what it was. He licked the tip then sucked in and out noisily staring
down his boyfriend.
 
Holy fuck Ian was fuckin sexy. It was too much. Kid knew he was cute, fuckin
played it up whenever he could too knowing how it wrecked him. Ian was so sweet
and innocent one moment then the next he was sucking his dick like a goddamn
pacifier. The squeaky wet noises slipping from Ian’s lips were fogging his
brain. He couldn’t help that it turned him on and judging by the way Ian was
lookin at him fucker knew exactly what he was doin. “Fuck” he tilted his head
back on the couch and licked his lips “ damn...feels so good baby just..fuck.”
 
Did Mickey just call him baby? He’d never done that before, this must be
working. He licked across the tip again and tiled his head staring innocently.
“I want you to come Mickey.” he said sweetly before he started lazily sucking
patches of skin in little kisses moving his hand slower. “Please come”
 
“Yes..fuck..just please shut up and just..” he couldn’t finish his sentence
because Ian took him in his warm mouth again. Jesus fuck. He was gonna cum,
fuck was he gonna cum, he wanted to savor this longer though. Ians mouth was
tight and wet and his lips were soft as they brushed over his skin.
 
“Promise you’ll come mickey and wear a costume?” he said pulling off his
boyfriends dick.
 
“Yes I promise.”
 
“K” He smiled and knelt on his knees again prepared to actually suck dick. He
parted his lips taking Mickey’s cock into his mouth and started bobbing his
head. He felt Mickey place his hands on his head and gently push him down
further, he let him until he felt like he would gag. Mickey got the hint and
leaned back on his elbows watching him.
 
“You look so fuckin hot right now Ian.” He licked his lips and shut his eyes
letting his mind wander until all he could do was picture his cock moving in
and out of his boyfriends tiny ass instead of his  mouth.
“Mm I wanna fuck you” he hissed as he began to buck his hips. Ian didn’t stop
him instead reached his hand up under the hem of his shirt kneading his chest
as he hummed around his dick. The sound floated to his ears and only fueled the
image in his brain “Really want to fuck you Ian, just..fuck.” His eyes sprang
open and he leaned forward and reached down grabbing his boyfriend under the
arms, sitting him on his lap. Ian looked at him with confusion until he closed
the distance between them latching their lips together. Ian squeezed his
shoulders as he lay him on his back and climbed on top. His mind was racing but
the one thing that stood out was Ian had too much clothes on. He kissed his
neck biting soft freckled skin causing Ian to flinch.
 
“Hmm be nice” he said as his heart sped up. He loved when Mickey was like this,
when he just handled him. Something about it was...I don’t know but fuck it
turned him on. Mickey was a bit rougher these times though at least in the
beginning, like biting him.
 
“Shh” he said reaching down and pulling on the fabric of Ian shirt. The boy sat
up as much as he could and he yanked the shirt over his head and tossed it on
the floor. Ian’s face was flushed and his hair tousled from the shirt commotion
and that only made him want him more. “I’m not kidding Ian, you” he kissed his
boyfriends chest then leaned back “You drive me crazy kid.”
 
Nope. Not gonna let it slide again. “I’m not a fucking kid Mickey!” he snapped.
He was about to cross his arms over his chest when Mickey leaned down and
pressed a kiss to the pout on his lips “I know baby.”
 
He didn’t know why suddenly he was calling Ian baby. It was probably because he
wanted him so bad and the way he looked earlier with his dick in his mouth..it
was weird as fuck but felt right as it left his lips. He leaned back again
pulling off his shirt and pushing down his jeans and boxers. Ian took the hint
and lifted his hips, following his lead until they were both naked.
 
Naked, touching, horny as hell. This was him right now. He wanted.. no needed
Ian. “Spread your legs for me” he said and Ian listened. His little pink hole
was just calling his name, asking, waiting. He wanted to feel him. He wanted to
be with him now not later.They had waited long enough.  His mind was on
autopilot as he reached down to the floor for his backpack. Yes he carried lube
in his backpack. He never knew when he’d get the urge to jack off not to
mention he had a boyfriend now and Ian was not about to walk around with that
shit. He grabbed the tube and squeezed it into his hand then threw it on the
ground. He rubbed his hands together the ran a finger over the sensitive muscle
then pushed in.
 
“uh..Mickey” he moaned as the older boys finger swirled inside him. He could
feel a second finger slip in and arched his back when Mickey moved them back
and forth. He was getting lost in the feeling until his boyfriend started
spreading his fingers which was different, it still felt good but a little
awkward.
 
Ian’s ass gripping around his fingers was causing his dick to leak in his hand.
He was so tight even after everything. It was like he was elastic or something
and just snapped back into place. He was hard as a rock as he pumped his dick
staring down at the sinfully sexy boy writhing and arching his back in front of
him. He continued to open Ian up spreading his fingers and much as he could,
moving them in a circle. He’d seen enough porn to know he needed to do this
first. The farther his fingers spread the more jerky Ian’s squirming became.
 
It was starting to feel more uncomfortable than good now. “Mick I..that’s too
much.” He lifted his head to look at his boyfriend. Mickey was sitting back
moving his fingers inside of him and touching himself seemingly unaware of what
he said so he rolled his eyes and layed back trying to enjoy it again
 
He had a one track mind as he stretched Ian’s hole with his fingers. His dick
in this ass. That was it, he’d wanted that for so long. Everything he was
thinking about before was out the window. He thought Ian said something but he
looked up and his eyes were squeezed shut. He decided to try something else, so
far he’d only done 2 fingers but his dick was bigger than that, not by much but
still. He watched intently as he slid a third finger in and Ian’s hole clenched
around it. “Fuck” he groaned and started spreading his fingers again.
 
“Mick I don’t.. that..mm..thats”
 
He looked up at Ian. His face was bunching up in discomfort but he was still
moaning so he kept going. He knew he should have more patience, probably even
say something but his hormonal teenage brain didn’t care. He sat up keeping his
fingers inside and leaned down to kiss his boyfriend. Ian wrapped his arms
around his neck and tugged at his lip playfully with his teeth. “Mm” he sighed
into the kiss as he started to slide his fingers out. He felt Ian’s body relax
which took him by surprise because he didn’t even know it was tense. He lifted
his head and stared into green eyes. “Do you trust me?”
 
Ian was taken back by the question so he furrowed his brow with confusion. “Of
course Mick why?”
 
He didn’t answer just captured Ian’s mouth in his again but this time he began
rubbing his dick against Ian’s hole.
 
Ian blinked his eyes and pulled back to look into Mickey’s blue ones. When he
searched his face he was scared. He knew what Mickey wanted because Mandy had
told him about that stuff but he really didn’t want to do it. He trusted his
boyfriend but..this was too much, he couldn’t process how it would feel good.
“Can we just kiss more?” he said softly and tilted his head.
 
“You said you trusted me. This will feel good, I know it will.” He rubbed
against his hole again. “Just let me do it”
 
Ian averted his eyes and shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t want to make Mickey
upset but.. “I don’t want to Mick, it’s weird.”
 
Mickey’s head dropped in frustration as he rolled his eyes. How many times was
this shit gonna happen? He just wanted to fuck his boyfriend was that really
too much to ask? “Ian just..” he paused trying to think of the right thing to
say. He wanted to tell him to shut up and relax but he wasn’t there yet. “It’s
OK alright.” He leaned down and nuzzled his boyfriends neck. “It’s what people
do when they love each other.”
 
Did Mickey just say he loved him? No. that’s not what he meant is it? He
couldn’t love him, he was sexy older Mickey Milkovich and he was just Ian.
Passed around annoying Ian Gallagher. Either way he still didn’t want to do it
no matter how soft Mickey’s words were. He would do everything else but not
this. “No Mickey. I don’t want to do it OK. You can do it with your fingers but
that’s it” he said firmly.
 
Mickey scoffed cause now he was annoyed. “Why? Why are you OK with that but not
actual sex, it’s the same fuckin thing.”
 
“If it’s the same then it shouldn’t be a big deal if I don’t wanna do it cause
you do the other things.”
 
“Ian just listen to me”
 
“No Mickey.”
 
“Really?” he rubbed his nose “You’re gonna be like this again?”
 
This was different, this was it. This was sex. He didn’t want to have sex. “I
guess I am cause I’m not gonna do it. You can be mad but..”
 
“You’re bein fuckin stupid right now. You know sex is like..” he paused and
took a deep breath trying not to lose it. “ It’s fun. Everyone does it.”
 
Ian scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Not me. It’s fucking weird and I’m not gonna
do it.”
 
“Ian..”
 
“Jesus Mickey NO” he snapped. He was over this now. It was ruined and whatever
was happening now did that. He started to push his boyfriend off so he could
get up.
 
He watched as Ian started to sit up and tried to push on his chest. He sucked
in his lip, Ian would like it. He would, he just needed to get the stick out of
his ass and put his dick in it. He should just listen and do what he tells him
instead of crying about it. “Just wait alright.” Ian took in a deep breath and
stared at him.
 
“So you never want to have sex? That what you’re sayin?”
 
Ian rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “We can do other stuff, why do we
have to do that?”
 
“Because  Ian ” he scoffed “We’re together and that’s what you do.”
 
“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore Mick OK” He stared and waited for his
boyfriend to move so he could get up.
 
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“Fuck this” he said and abruptly pushed his boyfriend back down. He leaned down
and swiftly planted a deep kiss on Ian’s soft lips. Ian fell into the kiss
easily and started pulling and his shoulders bringing him in deeper. He lifted
his hand up to grip his boyfriends arm, then reached down and grabbed his dick
lining it against his hole.
 
“Miickey stop..”
 
“Shh” He whispered into the kiss. He told himself to just ignore him, if he
didn’t he would get mad and he didn’t want to get mad he just wanted Ian.
 
“You’re scaring me, let me go right now. This isn’t fun anymore”
 
“It will be” he mumbled as he started to push in.
 
“No. I said fucking no Mickey.” He pushed at his boyfriend but Mickey wasn’t
listening to him, instead he reached his other hand back up and held down his
free arm. He could feel him pushing against him. “Mickey fuck off” he cried and
tried harder to push the older boy off but Mickey held firmly leaning down to
look at him.
 
“Baby just relax OK. It’s supposed to be easier if you relax.” So far it wasn’t
easy, Ian was tight even though he just fingered him. He would have to actually
push into him. He rest the weight of his upper body down on Ian’s chest so he
couldn’t push him off and held tight to his arms smoothing his skin with his
thumbs. It would be OK. He just needed to let him do it and everything would be
fine. It was that simple but Ian wasn’t fuckin getting it and kept squirming
and fighting him.
“Damn it Stop!”
 
“You fucking stop!” Ian shouted pouting his lip. Mickey was pressing into him
now and it hurt, it wasn’t like his finger at all. “You’re hurting me Mickey
please, I don't wanna do this.”
 
“Just wait ok, you will.” He said as he looked down at Ian. His boyfriend
looked terrified. He quickly glanced away trying to swallow the guilt he was
feeling by reassuring himself it would be ok in the end. It would, it always
was. This time he just had to prove it is all since he couldn't convince Ian
like he did normally. “It will be OK baby, I promise you’ll like it” He leaned
down to kiss his boyfriend. Ian tried to look away but he managed to press
their lips together. He raised his hand to cup Ian’s cheek which caused the boy
to kiss back and relax slightly. He took this moment and pushed in past the
resistance until he felt Ian’s ass take him in  “Fuck” he sighed as the warmth
engulfed his dick. “Hmm” he groaned lifting his head. Ian was moving under him
so he buried his head in his neck. He didn’t want to look and see the pain in
his eyes so he buried his head in his neck before he sinking in further.
 
“Miiiickey!” he cried. Literally he could feel his eyes start to water because
it hurt. It hurt and Mickey didn’t care. He didn’t care about him just what he
could get from him, this was proof right?  He said no, he said stop but he
didn’t listen and now he didn’t really know what to do. He felt a tear spill
down his cheek and went to wipe his eyes but he couldn’t cause Mickey was
holding down his arms, so instead he lay there and let quiet tears rain down
his face.
 
He kept pushing until he couldn’t anymore. Ian had stopped trying to fight him,
in fact he was still..and quiet. Too quiet.  He took a deep breath and lifted
his head from the warmth of Ian’s neck to look at him. Ian’s face was flushed
and his eyes were red and watery. He was crying.
..fuck...
 
“Hey..I’m..please don’t cry.” He tried to kiss Ian but the boy jerked his head
away. “Look at me.” He gently turned Ian to look at him. “It’s OK baby, please
trust me. I’m sorry I had to do this.” He was balls deep in his boyfriend but
he knew he went about it the wrong way, but Ian should’ve listened to him, just
accepted that he was right and trusted him. He said he did but.. “I don’t wanna
hurt you”
 
“Then..let go” Ian said softly sniffling.
 
“What?” he looked at him with confusion then felt Ian’s arm move under him. “Oh
fuck. I’m sorry” he said quickly releasing his grip and sitting up. He had
forgotten he was lying on Ian and holding down his arms. The boy wiped his face
and glared at him.
 
“You ARE mean Mickey. You..you don’t like me.” he cried. “You don’t or you
would listen and..”
 
“No no. I’m sorry I do like you.” he leaned back down careful not to squish his
boyfriend again. “I really like you Ian more than you know.”
 
“Only because I let you do stuff”
 
“No, that’s not the only reason.” He tilted his head and swallowed thickly
feeling like his heart had been stabbed “Do you really think that Ian?” He
could hear his voice start to break and rubbed under his eye with his palm.
”You think that’s the only reason I like you?”
 
“Kinda”
 
“That’s not true at all.” He sighed and pressed a kiss on soft pink lips.
“You’re cute and funny and even when you’re gone I still think about you.”
 
Ian looked up at Mickey and for the first time the older boy looked like he
could cry. He looked vulnerable even though he was the one who’s ass was on
fire. He wanted to believe what Mickey but he didn’t know anymore. “Really?”
 
“Yea and your soft and warm and I love it when you smile and your freckles and
your laugh.” He was rambling now, but he was praying he didn’t fuck this up. He
might threaten to break up here and there but after the first time he realized
he never wanted to be without Ian again.
 
“Then why didn’t you listen to me?”
 
Mickey licked his lips. “Cause you always do this. You act like you know better
but you don’t know shit.” Ian’s eyes narrowed. “I mean about this, you don’t
know about this” he quickly corrected himself “I do. You told me you would
trust me but you didn’t want to let me do it.”
 
“Cause I don’t like it” he said feeling his eyes well up  again.
 
“Just do it Ian and I promise you will really like it. I watch movies like this
and they really really like it”
 
“You mean it?”
 
“Yes baby” he kissed him again and looked in his eyes. “Please do it with me”
 
Ian studied the older boys face but all he saw was sincerity and guilt. So that
meant he really was sorry. Good, he should be fucking sorry. He should feel
like shit cause that’s how he felt, even after the words he still felt like
nothing to Mickey. He was wrong but that didn’t change how he felt at this
moment. He didn’t know what choice he really had, or why Mickey was even asking
him. He made it clear how he felt but it looked like it was gonna happen now.
He exhaled deeply and his eyes met with his boyfriends.“I just...” he averted
his eyes then slowly looked up. He still was afraid and he didn’t like that.
“Promise you wont do that again? You scared me Mickey, I didn’t…” He didn’t
know what to say. He felt like it wasn’t important, he wasn’t important. He was
just there.
 
Mickey looked away then back at his boyfriends innocent eyes. “I promise.”
 
“I mean it Mickey, you cant….” he wiped his eyes with the back of his hands.
“You can’t just make me do stuff, you can’t just ignore me like I dont matter.
Everyone else does that.” he sniffled. “I matter.”
 
FUCK. He was the biggest jerk in the history of jerks. He really fucked up
royally. What was he thinking? “Ian you matter to me.” he glanced away then
looked up to Ian’s shiny green ones. “I’ll never do it again”
 
############################################



“K..” he said dejectedly “So what happens now?” Ian said wrapping his arms
around Mickey’s neck again.
 
“Uh” was this a trick question? Should he stop or was this permission?... “I
fuck you?”
 
He was already past saying no so what was the point of fighting. “That’s what
you really want?”
 
Mickey nodded.
 
He swallowed and pulled his boyfriend down so their noses were touching. “Ok
Mickey” he said pulling his lips into a nervous smile. “Then fuck me”
 
Oh my god. Leave it to Ian to find a way to make everything better again. He
started to pull out and Ian squeezed his eyes closed tightly. He ran his hand
through his red hair and kissed his lips lightly. “It’s ok baby. You’re ok” He
pushed back in and felt like he would die. Ian ass was clenched around him. He
was so fucking tight and warm he didn’t know how he hadn’t cum yet. He started
to slowly thrust into his boyfriend.
 
“It..uh it huurts Mickey”
 
“I know but it will go away.” It went away right? No way sex hurt the whole
time cause then why would people do it? He thrust in again softly …“Fuck Ian
you feel so good” he rolled his eyes. He wanted more so he started to move
faster.
 
Mickey started thrusting into him hard and fast “Uh..hmm uh..” He didn’t
understand. The pain was dulling and he was starting to…..he was starting to
kinda like it. “Mickey” he sighed breathlessly moving his hands to his
boyfriends shoulders.
 
“Yea? Does it hurt still?”
 
“N..not the same.” he moaned “I like it”
 
“You do?”
 
“Mm hm..fuck me”
 
Mickeys eyes widened and he sat up lifting Ian’s legs to his shoulders and
grabbing his waist, just like he’d seen. He started to pump into him and
grabbed his waist. “God damn Gallagher” he grunted.
 
“It feels..good Mick so..uh” Jesus fucking christ, maybe he should have watched
porn. Then he could have known what to do and not freaked the fuck out like
always. It was still painful but there was a part that started to feel really
good. Mickey was fucking him and his head was spinning. The room was filling up
with a mixture of grunts and moans as Mickey snapped his hips. “Fuck
Mickey..fuck hmm.” Mickey reached out and started stroking his dick.
 
“I got you.” He thrust in over and over as he pumped Ian’s dick in his hands
feverishly.
 
“Mickey I uh..”
 
Yes! He wanted to see this so fuckin bad. He looked down and saw his dick
sliding in and out of Ian’s pink hole just like in his dreams, but sooo much
better. He lifted his head to see Ian licking his lips and arching his back
pushing his body closer and deeper. Fuck porn, who needed it. This was hands
down the hottest thing he had ever seen.
 
“I’m gonna cum uh Mick..I..please” he tilted his head as his body coarsed with
goosebumps and and warmth spread across his entire body. “Hmmm” he sighed as he
came on his boyfriends hand.
 
Ian lips were parted and his eyes were closed as his release filled up his
hand. “Shiiit” he groaned as he came inside Ians ass. He fell down on Ians
stomach not caring at all about the mess he was making. He glanced up to his
boyfriend. “You ok?”
 
Ian took a deep breath trying to come down from the wave he was riding and his
eyes fluttered open “Yea I’m OK.”
 
“It was good right you liked it?”
 
He felt a half smile creep on his face. He was trying not to be upset because
he did like it, if he wasn’t pissed off he would want to do it again but even
though sex turned out to be amazing that didn’t erase the fact that Mickey
basically forced him into it. No not basically he did. He liked to think if he
would have continued to say no Mickey would have given up but a part of him
thinks...a big part thinks he wouldn’t have. He would have just had sex with
him because it was what he wanted.
 
“Ian?”
 
“What?” he snapped suddenly quite annoyed.
 
“Chill out man. You didn’t answer me. You liked it right?” He needed to hear
him say it to sooth the guilt churning in his stomach.
 
“Just...please get off me” he replied avoiding the question. Yea he liked it
but that wasn’t the fucking point. “You’re squishing me again.”
 
“Uh yea sorry.” he said softly climbing off the couch. “Come on let’s go take a
shower.” He reached his clean hand down to his boyfriend but Ian just stared at
him.
 
“I’m gonna take a shower and you can pick out a movie” he replied standing up
from the couch.
 
Mickey rubbed his nose. It was clear Ian was mad at him, even if the sex was
insane. The way the boy was looking at him made him want to hide under a rock
he felt so guilty.  He reached behind him and scratched the back of his neck
anxiously. “Sure...Yea I can do that..you hungry?” he asked as he pulled on his
clothes.
 
“Just order pizza or like chinese whatever YOU want.” He grabbed his clothes
from the floor and ran up the stairs. He didn’t want to be mad, but he was. He
was really mad. He couldn’t shake it, just the thought that Mickey would do
that. He was actually scared in the moment. Mickey was bigger than him,
stronger than him but it never freaked him out before now.
 
“Ugh” he huffed and turned on the shower. He just needed to wash up and change
into his pjs then they would cuddle and watch a movie and this would all go
away. That’s what he told himself then Mickey called upstairs asking if he
wanted orange or sesame chicken and he found himself slamming the bathroom door
and climbing angrily into the shower. The warm water was nice...really nice. It
calmed his nerves and soothed his mind. It would be ok.
 
*****
 
Ian was really pissed. Why did he even let him have sex if he was gonna be
pissy about it? No dont lie to yourself he didn’t let him do anything and he
knew it. He wondered if Ian just said yes because he was scared he would do it
anyway...would he? Now he’d like to say not only no but hell no but he was
impulsive and to be honest if he hadn’t noticed Ian crying he probably wouldn’t
have stopped or even looked at him until he knew it felt good. Jesus Mickey
what the fuck is wrong with you? He was a terrible person that’s the honest
truth.
 
Fuck...
This is why he liked to touch Ian, he didn’t need self control anymore and he
was happy with waiting when this day started. Yea he wanted to fuck Ian but he
didn’t picture it being like this...not at all. He didn’t think he would do
what he did. How was Ian even talking to him right now?  Well he slammed the
door and ignored him but before that. How could he even look at him and not
hate him?
 
Oh my god did he hate him now? Fuckin A. Ian should, he hated his dad.
 
Why did every fucked up thing in his life always come back to his fuckin dad?
Probably because he was a mean drunk who didn’t know how to keep his hands to
himself, guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Ian told him he was
mean at least once or twice a week but usually when he wasn’t getting his way.
Not like he did tonight. This time Ian meant every word. He tried to play it
back in his head and see where he decided it was ok to stop listening and just
go for it. The answer should be nowhere but the moment he was able to hold Ians
arms down he knew he was gonna do it. He stopped though and that should count
for something right? He didn’t force him to have sex...not really, he didn’t do
that. That was such bullshit. He was sure in the moment, after getting that far
he would have.
 
“Fuckin asshole” he kicked the back of the couch in disgust. Ian eventually
liked it so it’s wasn’t wrong right? He was into it in the end so that’s what
mattered. That’s what his dad told him. Why was he even listening to shit his
dad told him like it had any truth? That had to be the stupidist fuckin thing
he could do right now. Relationship advice from a pedophile. “Stupid” he
scoffed.
 
He wasn’t like his dad, no. He wasn’t super old creeping on Ian, he was older
yea but he loved Ian. He really did. He had an idea of what love was and Ian
did things to his heart with just the look of his eye, that had to be love.
Why did he hurt him then? He could pretend like he didn’t but he did. No wonder
Ian was fuckin angry and confused. How could he believe anything he says after
that? God he was a fucking idiot. He probably ruined the best thing in his life
because he wanted his way, he didn’t care in the moment because he knew best.
He knew now that doesn’t apply to sex. You can’t just fuck someone when they
tell you not to that’s r..wrong..yea. Let’s not say that word he didn’t want to
think about that because it ended good. Ian liked it.
 
FUCK!
 
He grabbed his cigarettes and walked outside to make his call. He ordered both
sesame and orange chicken so Ian could have his pick. Food was gonna be about
45 minutes. He rubbed his hands over his face and continued debating with his
mind over right and wrong. Whether he was different or if he was a waste of
life like his dad. He felt like the latter. It didn’t really matter how he felt
though, he already hated himself. What really mattered was how Ian felt, now
clearly wasn’t the time to try and talk about it. So now he would just do what
he did best, sit there quietly hating himself and admiring how perfect he found
Ian, maybe if he gave him another chance, his goodness would rub off on him one
day.
 
***
 
Ian stepped out of the shower and dried off. He opened the door and walked over
to the stairs peeking over the rail. Mickey was nowhere to be seen. Really? He
did not just leave did he? “Dick” he muttered then walked to his room slamming
yet another door.
****
 
Mickey could hear Ian upstairs and a part of him wanted to run. He couldn’t
though. He took a deep breath and walked inside. He walked into the kitchen and
pulled a beer from the fridge. He popped the tab and slammed that fucker. He
let out a loud burp then reached for a second one. He heard the creak of the
stairs and turned to see Ian in t-shirt and sweats. “Foods on the way, but you
should pick the movie.”
 
“I picked last time.” He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a Dr. Pepper.
“It’s your turn.” He leaned against the fridge door and stared at his
boyfriend.
 
“I uh...OK. I pick whatever you pick then.” He tilted his head and took a sip
of his beer.
 
Ian smiled. Mickey was cute when he was nervous. He walked closer to him “You
sure that’s what YOU want Mick. Don’t want to make you watch somethin if you
don’t like it” Fuck he couldn’t help himself.
 
Mickey licked his lips. “You did though Ian. Don’t say you didn’t”
 
Ian rolled his eyes “You know that’s not the point Mickey.” he turned and
walked into the living room with the older boy following behind him. He sat
down on the couch and reached for the remote leaning back.
 
“What do you want me to say? I told you I was sorry.” he sat down next to Ian
and reached for his cigarettes. “I fucked up, I can’t do anything about it now
can I?” he lit his cigarette and took a drag reaching out to touch his
boyfriend's shoulder. Ian shrugged him off. Normally he would pull him onto his
lap but that seemed like the exact opposite thing he should do. So he leaned
back and smoked his cigarette waiting for Ian to pick a movie and the fuckin
chinese food.
 
******
 
You guess right. He picked a horror movie. He liked scary movies and Fiona
always bitched when he watched them. This one was a classic Nightmare on Elm
Street. For being a serial killer Freddy Kruger was pretty fucking creative.
There were of course more moments than not that he found himself flinching in
surprise or covering his eyes with his hands. He looked over to Mickey who was
sitting silently poking at his food and occasionally glancing at the movie. He
looked really sad and really comfortable. He was like a dog in timeout but you
just can’t resist petting it, he wanted to pet Mickey, to cuddle and kiss him,
sit in his lap. He was right, he couldn’t change what happened, neither of them
could. He was still mad and it would probably take a lot to actually get over
it but he would. The first step was those arms. Mickey had his white tank top
on and his arms were so.. He scooted next to him and grabbed his plate.
 
“You can have it, I’m not really hungry.” He said when Ian grabbed his food.
Ian looked at him thoughtfully and sat his plate on the table.
 
“I don’t want your food Mick. I want you.” He climbed into Mickey lap and
straddled him looking down in his eyes. “I’m still mad at you.”
 
“I figured as much.”
 
“Well this movie is fuckin weird soI thought maybe..” He rolled his eyes and
turned around to face the TV. He reached down and grabbed a fortune cookie off
the table. He loved the cookies, the fortune was fun but he loved the way they
tasted like crunchy vanilla. His favorite thing to do was suck on the pieces
until they got soft. He opened his cookie and pulled out the fortune.
‘From listening comes wisdom. From speaking comes repentance.’
Hm. Ok then. He crumpled the small paper and tossed it on the table. He took
 half the cook and broke it into smaller pieces shoving it in his mouth. He
grabbed the other half and turned to his boyfriend. “Here”
 
Mickey looked down at the chinese cookie. “I’ll pass thanks.”
 
“Have you even tried one before.”
 
“No but it looks and smells like fuckin cardboard.”
 
Ian scoffed. “Just try it.”
 
“No.  Eat you’re fuckin cookie.”
 
“It will be OK baby, I promise you’ll like it” he said staring directly at
Mickey. “That’s what you said right?”
 
He deserved that. He scratched his neck and reached out grabbing the cookie. He
took a small bite and wrinkled his nose. “Fuckin gross.” He tossed it on the
table and looked back at Ian who had a furrowed brow and a sour look on his
face.
“C’mere”  leaned down and pressed a kiss into Ians lips then pulled back to
stare at him. Ian studied his face then closed the distance between them. He
ran his fingers down Ian’s back, then wrapped his fingers around his waist. He
went to lie him down when Ian stopped him.
 
“You’re not serious?”
 
He rolled his eyes. “Not that I just want lie down with you.”
 
“Oh..ok” he replied then turned to lie down next to mickey. Mickey wrapped his
arms around him pulling him in close and kissed his hair. This was nice. He
really like when they cuddled like this. Fiona wasn’t gonna be home till Sunday
which was Halloween so he relaxed his body.
It was only about 15 minutes later that he heard Mickey’s soft snores float
into his ear. He scooted out from under his arms and walked to the closet under
the stairs pulling out a comforter. He covered his sleeping boyfriend then
climbed on the couch so he was facing Mickey and wrapped his arms around him.
He nestled his head against his chest and closed his eyes letting the sound of
Mickey’s heartbeat lull him to sleep.
 
******
 
Halloween was here and so were his costumes, they came on Saturday actually. He
got Mickey’s size when he was at his house and told his sister what they were
going as. She laughed and told him he was cute. He rolled his eyes because he
only liked when Mickey said that. Speaking of Mickey the older boy was
currently making him breakfast for the second day in a row instead of the usual
eggs or milk and cereal. Yesterday he woke up to pancakes and bacon. Today was
chocolate chip french toast. He wasn’t about to question why cause he already
knew but he enjoyed it nonetheless.
 
He opened the box with his costumes and squealed. It was perfect! It even came
with a pokeball.
“Mick!”
 
“What?”
 
“Come look at your costume.” He heard the sound of plates then his boyfriend
walked in with breakfast.
 
“Costumes? Yea no. I said I would take you, didn’t say shit about a fuckin
costume” He handed Ian his plate. “You want juice or..?”
 
“Yes juice and yes Mick you said you would. You promised!” he said crossing his
arms.
 
Mickey walked back to see his boyfriend looking like he shot his puppy. “What?
Don’t look at me like that Ian.” He sat down next to him and started chewing on
a piece of bacon. “No”
 
“I can’t believe you.” Ian said shoving his plate on the table and walking to
the stairs.
 
Fuck. “No wait, don’t throw a fuckin fit man fine. I’ll wear somethin just eat
your breakfast.” Ian’s face lit up and he walked behind the couch and bent
over. When he came up he had a box in his hands. He watched as his boyfriend
set the box on the couch.
 
“It’s great Mick. Here.” He handed Mickey the package with his costume the
pulled out his own.
 
“Hell no. The fuck is this?” He said with disgust turning the package in his
hands.
 
“It’s Ash and I’m Pikachu!” He said with a laugh and held up his costume.
 
“Fuck no. You’re not serious?”
 
“Dead” Ian said the cuteness gone from his voice.
 
He was surprised at the change in the boys demeanor but he could throw a fit
and get mad no way was he wearing this shit. “No”
 
“Please Mick you promised.”
 
“I did not promise to dress up like fuckin Ash Ketchum Ok get that straight” he
snapped and tossed the package on the table.
 
“Too bad cause I want you to” Ian replied and reached over grabbing the costume
and shoving it at his boyfriends chest. “Just fuckin do it Mick”
 
He scoffed because who was he talking to and where did his cute passive
boyfriend go? No matter he would fix it. “Listen carefully NO” he overly
enunciated the word. “Nope, no FUCKIN way, not gonna happen got it?”
 
Ian couldn’t help but feel anger bubbling under the surface. “No?” he laughed.
“I thought no meant yes Mick.” He tilted his head “Am I right or does it only
mean something when you say it?”
 
He immediately averted his eyes. He was lucky Ian even wanted to have anything
to do with him. “I’ll do it.” He looked up at Ian and faked a smile. “I guess
it’s not that bad.”
 
Ian leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend on the cheek. “Thank you Mickey!
We’re gonna get so much candy ugh. I can’t wait.”
 
***
 
“Oh my god!!!!” Fiona squealed when her little brother and his friend came
downstairs. “You guys look so cute! You’re the best Mickey” she reached out and
hugged her babysitter. “Ok now stand next to each other so we can get picture.”
 
He looked at Ian “I draw the line at pictures.”
 
Ian shrugged his shoulder cause he didn’t really care about pictures either but
his sister crossed him arm.
 
“Now” she said loudly “I just want a few. Ok smile!” She held up her phone and
started clicking away. About 10 photos later at various angles she was
satisfied.
****
 
Mickey felt like an idiot but Ian was happy so he tried to ignore it. He had
brought entertainment for the end of the night so for now he was managing. They
went from house to house collecting candy and listening to how fuckin adorable
they were, it was sickening. After about and hour he was over it and let Ian do
all the collecting. If he wanted candy he would go buy some, or better yet
steal it.  After 6 blocks he was ready to go home. “Think you got enough candy
Freckles?”
 
“Never enough Mick” he said sweetly as he hopped down the stairs. “Why you
bored? Come with me then”
 
He had an idea that could make the night at least somewhat fun for them. “Fine
let’s go.” He followed behind his boyfriend as he walked up to the next house.
The approached the door and he rang the doorbell several times. “Come on” he
grabbed Ian’s hand.
 
“But the candy.”
 
“Fuck the candy move” He pulled Ian behind him and they ran across the street
and ducked behind a car.
 
“What are we doing MIck?”
 
“Just watch.” They peeked around the tire and watched as a portly man opened
the door with a bowl full of candy. The man looked around then shut his door.
“Let’s do it again. It’s funny.”
 
They slowly stood up and ran across the street. “You’re turn Freckles.” Ian
rolled his eyes then walked up to the house and rang the doorbell several
times. “Run babe hurry the fuck up!” He grabbed Ian and they hid behind the
bush next to the gate.
 
The man opened the door faster this time. “Knock it off you little bastards!”
 
Mickey had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing as the man looked in every
direction and they were a merely feet away. “Next time I’m gonna find you.”
They heard the slam of the door then he looked at his boyfriend. “Let’s makes
this interesting shall we?” He unzipped his backpack and pulled out two cans of
silly string and a roll of toilet paper. He hand handed the cans to Ian who
just stared blankly. “What? It’s Halloween lighten up.” He rose from the ground
still crouched down lightly and walked into the yard. This house was perfect
because it had on 2 small trees and the rest were bushes. He threw the toilet
paper over a branch then started wrapping it in various ways around the tree.
He turned to see Ian standing there speechless. “What are you waiting for let’s
decorate” he smiled and reached for one of the cans in Ian hands. He shook it
and sprayed green string at his boyfriend.
 
“Hey!” he shouted dodging his boyfriend. He shook his can and attacked Mickey
with orange string. “Jerk!”
 
“Whoa man” he laughed “Aim for the bushes.” Ian let out a small laugh then
walked over to the bushes and started spraying them with silly string. %
minutes later the yard was a masterpiece. He walked up to the door and rang the
bell then knocked loudly. “Run RUN!” He ran down the sidewalk with Ian on his
tail until they were houses down safely hidden but still able to see the show.
They could hear the man cursing and yelling and watched as he looked around his
yard. “Holy shit, that was close” he said collapsing back in the grass. Ian was
laughing and his cheeks were beet red. “That was awesome.” he said looking up
at his boyfriend.
 
Ian tried to compose himself. “Yea Mick. That was great!” He reached into his
plastic pumpkin bucket and pulled out a kit kat. He opened it and snapped it in
half. “Want some?”
 
Damn Ian was really cute. Big green eyes with Pikachu ears in his costume
staring at him even after everything like he hung the moon. He grabbed the
chocolate and took a bite. “C’mere you.” He reached out and grabbed Ian’s hand
pulling him down next to him. He rolled on his side so they were facing each
other. It was dark other then the lights from the houses still serving Candy.
It was almost 10pm.  “This is nice” He cleared his throat and flipped on his
back to stare at the stars. “You know... just us bein out or whatever…”
 
A smile spread across Ian’s face from Mickey words. He rolled onto his back and
scooted closer. His heart was racing from running and now they were laying down
in someones yard under a hedge. This really was nice. He was about to say
something when Mickey pulled out his phone and lifted it above them. He turned
his head raising a brow at the older boy.
 
“Don’t say anything just fuckin smile.” Mickey leaned his head on Ian’s and
took a picture. He had to admit Ash and Pikachu looked pretty hot together. He
went to put his phone away when Ian grabbed it. “Hey!  Give it back”
 
“Silly face on three.” He said aiming the camera back on them. Mickey rolled
his eyes but leaned closer. “1, 2, “ he puffed out his cheeks and Mickey stuck
out his tongue as he snapped the picture. “One more”
 
“No you had your fun.”
 
“Please!”
 
Fuckin kid. “Fine but then we bounce. I’m ready for a beer.”
 
“Ok” he held up the phone and Mickey snatched it from his hands. “What the hell
you said..”
 
“Kiss me”
 
Ian stared curiously at his boyfriend then turned on his side and leaned
forward planting a kiss on his lips. He saw the flash of the camera and felt
himself blush. “Really?” He pulled away and tilted his head.
 
“You said one more so there you go. Now we’re done”
 
“Ok Mick”
 
“Alright.” He rolled over and stared back at the sky. He wanted to get up and
leave but instead he grabbed Ian’s hand and moved closer. They lay there in the
dark in silence. He could always drink a beer but right now was a perfect
moment...Why ruin it ?












Chapter End Notes
     No more updates. Finishing this bad boy so I shall have it up
     shortly. XOXO
     Still talking prompts aromance91 on tumblr or Noel_is_King on twitter
     xo
***** Home for the Holidays *****
Chapter Summary
     Ian and Mickey spend the Holidays together.
Chapter Notes
     Sooo, sorrybfor the insane delay. Trying to get all my WIPs done at
     once just was not working between the long storylines nd the shit
     storm I call life so back to regular updates. Thank you so much for
     your support and patience it means a lot to me. Xoxox
Christmas Eve
Here goes nothin. What are people goin to say? Who goes out on Christmas eve
except couples? Ugh this was a bad idea. He should just give Ian his gift and
be done with it...he didn’t want to though. He’d been thinking about it since
Halloween night. He had a really good time with Ian, he was his boyfriend
whether anyone knew or not. He deserved to be spoiled, and he wanted to be the
one to do it. That’s it, he’ll just make up some stupid excuse to take him out.
It was only 7pm on Christmas eve and he wanted to surprise Ian with a movie
date..yea he could make up some lame excuse. He put on his jacket, and grabbed
his wallet and cellphone from his nightstand. You can do this Milkovich.
****
He could hear the commotion and bustle from the stairs as he approached the
Gallagher house. He’d never really been a fan of holidays because his dad would
usually just come home at some late hour drunk and dangerous. Since he’s been
gone his brothers had made a point to buy gifts, but there was still no big
celebrations, not like everyone else had.
He took a deep breath and knocked on door. After a few minutes the door finally
opened and Ian’s older brother leaned against the frame.
“Hey Lip.”
“Mickey.” He surveyed the teenager on his porch curiously. “What are you doing
here?”
“Uh..Mandy and I were gonna catch a movie but she bailed to her friends house
and I already bought the tickets..”
“Ok and....”
He rubbed his nose with his knuckle. “Well is Ian here? Figured he might want
to go.”
Lip pulled the door back and gestured for Mickey to come inside. “He’s upstairs
but we’re just about to eat so you’ll have to ask Fiona if he can go.”
“Yea ok” he said then casually as he walked inside and over to the stairs. When
he approached the door he slowly turned the handle and walked in to see his
boyfriend folding down the collar of his shirt. Ian’s back was facing him so he
shut the door behind him loudly.
“I told you I’m coming jesus” Ian huffed. He turned around expecting to see his
older brother but instead his boyfriend was leaning against his dresser with
his brow arched and a smirk on his face. “Mickey!” He ran and jumped in the
older boys arms knowing full well Mickey wouldn’t drop him. He wrapped his legs
around Mickey’s waist and planted a deep passionate kiss on his lips, before
trailing small kitten kisses along his jaw.
“Hey you” he beamed pulling his head back. He held tightly to his boyfriend and
walked over to the bed laying him down and climbing up so he towered above him.
He hadn’t intended on making out with his boyfriend since his family was
downstairs but it had been almost 2 weeks since he last saw Ian. Fiona
explained she used some vacation days so she could spend the holiday with her
family. That combined with Lip being on break she didn’t need a sitter. He
figured if they took that much time they wouldn’t want Ian running off to his
house either, which was torture. He missed his boyfriend and now with Ian’s
tiny pink lips moving passionately against his he could care less about the
danger downstairs, in fact it was kinda hot. He slid his hand up Ian’s shirt
feeling the warmth from his soft skin radiating under his fingertips. “Missed
ya” he purred before burying his face in the crook of Ian’s neck. He pulled at
freckled skin with his teeth as he moved his hand down over Ian’s stomach, his
fingers slowly inching under dark blue jeans.
Ian felt the older boys hand wander and pushed at his shoulders forcing him to
sit up. He could see the frustrated look in Mickey’s eye’s but he said nothing.
“We should go downstairs Mick, they’re waiting for me.”
“About that..” He lowered his gaze for a moment before looking into Ian’s big
green eyes. “I got us tickets to the Justice League.” He paused and thumbed at
his nose “I overheard you tell Mandy you were excited by the previews.”
Ian’s lips turned up into a coy smile. “Really? Are you inviting me on a date
Mr. Milkovich?” He was so excited! Despite how nice his boyfriend had been
since that night, he still had that fear lingering in the back of his mind that
the older boy didn’t really like him, that he was just convenient. It was
louder than before because of what happened but this shut it down. At least for
the evening.
Mickey scoffed at the comment. “Fuck you is what you’re invited to.”
Ian rolled his eyes. “Uh huh..sure.” He sat up until his lips connected with
his boyfriends. “I wanna go, but we have to eat first. Come on.” He scooted out
from under the older boy hopped of the bed before grabbing Mickey’s hand.
Mickey stood up from the bed with a small grin on his face as Ian pulled him
towards the door. The fuckin kid was under his skin, he’ll say it again and
again. He was perfect. So maybe they hadn’t had sex since that night, that was
fine. He was horny as fuck and jacked off way more than he did before but 2
months was a long fuckin time when he was getting it on almost everyday. Ian
had stopped everything. It was just making out and nothing below the waist. Ian
wouldn’t even let him blow him. It was worth it though. He loved Ian even if he
wasn’t ready to say it, plus he was a dick so the fact Ian didn’t break up or
tell on him was a fuckin miracle.
They started down the stairs when he realized he was still holding the younger
boys hand. He abruptly freed his hand from Ian’s grip causing the boy to glance
back at him with a flicker of irritation evident in his eyes.
He missed the warmth from Mickey’s hand already even if it had only been
several seconds. He reached across his body for his other hand and played with
his fingers as a distraction from the fact he had to keep their secret. He
still didn’t understand why. His family liked Mickey but he didn’t want to
bring it up.
They walked through the living room into the kitchen where his sister had set
the table. It looked really pretty with the pinecone centerpiece Veronica made.
It had glitter and red flowers...poinsettias i think they're called. Who cares
he just felt happy to have his family together and smiling. Mickey being there
was icing on the cake. He walked over to his sister who was carving the pot
roast at the counter and poked at her arm. She looked down at him then up at
Mickey.
“Mickey hey. What are you doin here? Everything ok?” She looked over the boy in
front of her assessing him for any damage but he seemed fine.
“He’s here for me. We’re gonna go see The Justice League after dinner right
Mick?” He turned and looked up at his boyfriend for support.
“Um yea. that’s right.” His eyes quickly met with Fiona’s lingering gaze. “I
mean if it’s ok with you. I can always come back after, it would only be like
two 2 hours anyway.”
Fiona smiled. People were wrong about the Milkovich's. They were rough around
the edges but from what she had seen from Mickey and his siblings they were
actually pretty caring. Iggy was cute too but that was just a bonus. “No reason
to leave. Join us.”
Mickey scratched his neck nervously. He didn’t do ‘family’ dinners. Dinner was
eating in front of the tv or in his room with his headphones in. “Nah that’s
ok.”
“Yes” she insisted. “There’s plenty. Go on and wash up” pointed to the
bathroom.
“Thanks” he said awkwardly then walked over to the bathroom behind Ian. They
both washed their hands stealing glances. Ian kept blocking the water for him
to rinse the soap little fucker. “Knock it off” he laughed.
“I’m not doing anything” Ian said with a mischievous grin before setting his
hand over his boyfriend’s stealing the water again.
“Ian come on man” he said nudging him playfully with his shoulder.
“You’re no fun Mick.” He lifted his wet hand to dry them on the hand towel next
to the mirror then walked out of the bathroom.
****
“So Mickey how’s school? You’re in what 8th grade now?” Fiona scooped a
spoonful of roasted potatoes on her plate then passed them to Lip.
Mickey swallowed his bite of pot roast and took a sip of his beer. “Freshman
actually” he replied. “Gonna be 15 soon.”
“Is that right?”
He speared a stewed carrot with his fork bringing it to his mouth. “Yup. March
13th.”
Fiona shook her head in disbelief. It was crazy how quickly kids grew up. It
seemed like just yesterday Ian was following her around on errands and they
would do everything together. He was older now and things weren’t as easy. He
wasn’t as easy “That’s so crazy. I remember when you were Ian’s age. Now look
at you, highschool.”
“Kinda sucks too be honest. My brothers want me to join the football team,
think I can get a sports scholarship or somethin”
Lip took a sip of his beer and cocked his brow with confusion at the younger
boy. “And you don’t?”
Mickey shrugged his shoulders and took another bite of his food. “Nah not
really man, don’t really want one. Football’s fun but that’s it.”
“Well what do you want to do then? Have you even thought about that yet?” Lip
pressed.
He had actually. He wanted to be an architect. For as long as he could remember
he loved building things, learning how each piece fit together to create a
masterpiece. It sounded lame though, not as cool as football star. “Not really
no. Cars maybe.”
Ian smiled and pushed the vegetables around on his plate. It was cool hearing
about Mickey. Like he knew about him but not what he wanted to do with his
life. He wanted to be Fireman or an EMT. His sister watched a lot of shows with
firefighters taking risks and saving people. He wanted to save people. He would
be a real life hero. Mickey liked to build things and was really good with
legos so he could totally build a car. “Cars are pretty cool. Have you seen
those shows on the Discovery Channel Mick where they put old cars back
together?”
“Sometimes when Iggy watches them” he replied. He wasn’t used to this much
attention and it was starting to make him uncomfortable.
“Restoring cars.” Fiona looked at Mickey approvingly. “Yea I can see you doin
that. Not bad money either.”
“True” Lip replied nodding his head in agreement.
“Right.” He went to take another sip of his beer. It was empty. Fuck. He
glanced over at Ian then stared down at his food. Could this be over yet? He
pulled his phone out, they needed to leave in about 20 minutes. Deep breaths,
he could do this.
The rest of the time was spent with Fiona talking about a new client she signed
at the cup company. Lip seemed interested but somehow the older boy managed to
steer the conversation to his crazy ex girlfriend. He tried to follow along the
best he could but slowly he was tuning them out. He turned to Ian who was
staring across the kitchen looking bored out of his mind. He looked a little
sad even, probably because it was Christmas Eve and his family was acting like
he was invisible. That’s ok. He would give him the spotlight he deserved. It
annoyed him though and he felt like he had to say something.
“Yea you guys wanna maybe talk about somethin we can all get into?” He reached
for his pack of cigarettes and his lighter. “Not sure bout Ian here but cups
and crazy bitches aren’t really my specialty.”
Lip pursed his lips then let out a small laugh. They were kinda caught in their
own little world, he didn’t spend very much time with his sister these days. He
looked over the annoyed teenager and smiled. “Think I can bum a smoke?” Mickey
pushed his pack towards him and he pulled one out passing it back. “ So we did
the coolest thing at school the other day.” He took a drag of his cigarette
then blew out the smoke. “We’re working in the robotics lab teaching Chip how
to make coffee. I bet we nail it by the end of the year.”
“Wow really?” He loved robots especially Chip. Lip took him to school once and
showed him the lab. Chip was just a few spare parts and some wires and now look
at him. “Isn’t that the coolest thing ever Mickey.”
Mickey tried to hold back his smile but the difference in his boyfriends
demeanor when his brother actually talked with him rather than ignored him was
adorable. “Yea man, it’s pretty fuckin sweet.”
Lip explained to them how Chip was built and the other skills they were trying
to program which he actually found fascinating. To build something was one
thing but to make it come alive, that was the dream. He was so entranced by the
conversation with the two brothers he didn’t even notice Fiona had cleared the
table until he heard the water running. He looked up and saw her walking around
placing plates in the sink and was immediately reminded they were supposed to
leave. “Fuck!” He pulled out his phone and checked the time. He sighed with
relief and leaned back in his chair.
“What’s wrong Mickey?” He reached for his boyfriends hand to comfort him
because he seemed upset but Mickey quickly pulled it away and stood up from the
table.
“Nothin we just got get out of here if we wanna make this movie.” He grabbed
his smokes and looked over at Ian who was sitting down still.
“You guys want a ride?” Lip offered. He had nothing better to do and it was
dark outside.
“We can walk. It’s not that far.” he looked over at Ian again who was watching
his sister clean without a care in the world. He rest his back against the
wall. “That is if we can fuckin leave sometime today.” Ian looked over at him
and smiled.
“Is it time to go?”
Lip laughed. “Seriously Ian. Come on kid pay attention.” He turned to look at
Mickey. “He’s so annoying sometimes. You got more patience than me man. Props.”
Mickey laughed and his brother gave him a high five then turned to rustle his
hair.
“Try not to be a pain in the ass for once okay. Have fun and uh call me if you
need a ride home.”
“Yea sure” he said dejectedly. He looked up at Mickey who looked annoyed too.
Great. He waived goodbye then walked out the back door Mickey following behind
him. He hated how his brother did that. He always talked about him like he was
a kid, like he was some hassle people had to put up with and Mickey high fived
him like he felt the same way. He walked in silence next to the older boy not
knowing what to say. This was stupid. If Mickey didn’t want to hang out with
him then he didn’t have too. He stopped and crossed his arms waiting for his
boyfriend to turn around. Mickey walked a few more steps before he noticed he
was gone then turned.
“The fuck are you doin Gallagher? You wanna be late?”
Ian shrugged his shoulders “I don’t wanna go anymore. I’m gonna go back home.”
Mickey furrowed his brow. What the hell? He walked over to Ian and took a drag
from his cigarette. “What do you mean you don’t wanna go? Why the hell not?”
“You think I’m a chore Mickey I know you do” he huffed the sat down on the curb
then looked at his boyfriend. “If my sister stopped paying you to hang out with
me, you would probably stop talking to me.” He wiped his eyes feeling the small
tears escape. Really? Another reason for Mickey to treat him like a child.
His eyes went wide at the younger boy’s words because how could he think that?
Why did he think that? He tossed his cigarette and crouched down next to Ian to
sit on the curb. “Why you sayin shit like that?”
Ian rolled his eyes, like Mickey didn’t know. “You agreed with Lip that I’m
annoying. You guys all think i’m just this little kid getting in your way all
the time. Well I won't be in your way anymore” he sniffled.
“Hey. Knock it off with that shit.” He wrapped his arms around the younger boy
and pulled his head onto his shoulder. “I do think you’re annoying” he started
but Ian jerked away.
“I knew it! Then just...”
“Hold your horses Christ! Can I fuckin finish please before you get all emo on
me?” Ian lowered his eyes to the ground and started playing with his hands
nervously. He placed his hands over the small ones smoothing his thumb over
soft skin “Yes you’re annoying. You do stupid shit all the time but that’s what
makes you so adorable. Don’t you get that?” Ian glanced up at him with his big
green eyes and tearstained face. “Your sister doesn’t pay me to hang out with
you only to watch you. She didn’t pay me to take you on a…” he paused because
it weird saying it out loud but fuck it. “On a date I..I wanted to do that you
know have time just us or whatever” he shrugged and looked around trying to not
feel the sappiness of this moment. He was abruptly attacked by small lips. He
ran his hand through Ian’s hair and sucked on his lip. He was reaching up his
shirt when he heard a car drive by bringing him back to reality. He opened his
eyes and gently pulled away. “We can’t do this out here” he said as he he stood
up from the ground. He extended his hand to his boyfriend,“you good cause we
really gotta go”
“Yea Mickey” he smiled and brushed off his jeans. “I’m good.”
***
“Come on” he muttered under his breath. The line for the concession stand was
ridiculous but no way were they not getting fuckin popcorn at the movies. The
had 10 minutes and 4 people in front of them. He knew exactly what he wanted so
they should be in and out. After what felt like forever the reached the
counter.
“What can I get for you guys?”
“Yea large kettle corn, extra butter and a large blue raspberry slushie.”
“Is that all for you?”
He looked down at the candy shelf and saw Ian’s favorite candy. “I’ll take a
bag of skittles too.”
“$17.54”
“Fuckin ripoff” he muttered as he placed a 20$ on the counter and was given his
change. He grabbed the food then walked away with Ian behind him. They were
walking towards the theater when Ian’s warm hand grabbed his free one. “Cut it
out man” He yanked his hand away causing his boyfriend to scoff as he rolled
his eyes and crossed his arms. He reached into the bin by the door and grabbed
two pairs of glasses before walking inside the dark room.
Ian was so over not being able to hold Mickey’s hand. The boy said he liked him
so why was he hiding him? They were on a date right? That’s what you’re
supposed to do, he’s seen the movies. He didn’t even ask him if he wanted
anything. That didn’t matter though cause he paid for the movie but he got his
favorite candy. He would just try and steal some during the movie but it still
sucked. They got to the top and sat in the far corner. He pulled down the chair
and leaned back to sulk about his boyfriend.
Mickey set the drink between them and the popcorn on his lap. He turned to hand
Ian his glasses only to see a pout on his face and his arms crossed again. Kid
was too much. Not to much for him though. “What’s wrong now?”
“Nothing.” He snatched the glasses and put them on before sinking lower into
his seat.
Mickey chewed on his bottom lip then extended his hand out to grab Ian’s
“Better?”
“Maybe” Ian replied softly even though secretly on the inside his stomach
exploded with butterflies.
“What?” Mickey’s eyes darted around in confusion. “I got you kettle corn, a
fuckin blue raspberry drink and your favorite fuckin candy? The fuck else do
you want? You still hungry or somethin, want like nachos or a hot dog?” He
figured Ian would be full from dinner but if he was hungry then he would get
something. Ian turned his head towards him then started to laugh. Now he was
really confused. Fuckin A. “What!”
“You’re so sweet Mickey.” His eyes traced over his boyfriends face watching as
his body tensed up at his words. “You really got all this for me?”
Mickey could feel the hotness spread as his cheeks turned crimson. He rubbed at
his nose looking away from Ian’s prying eyes. “Whatever not like I ain’t gonna
have any.” He shoved a handful of popcorn in his mouth to make a point. Ian’s
slender fingers squeezed tightly around his hand. He sucked his bottom lip
between his teeth and clicked his tongue “You’re a fuckin brat man.”
Ian reached for the slushie and took a long sip before glancing up through his
lashes at his boyfriend. “I’m your brat though” he replied then took another
sip of the deliciously tart drink.
Mickey giggled. Yea he fuckin giggled. His boyfriend did that shit to him for
some stupid reason. He put on his glasses and grabbed Ian’s hand again. “Don’t
forget it either. Now stop hoggin the fuckin drink and shut up. Movies startin”
*****
Ian ran out the door into the cold Chicago night filled to the brim with
excitement. “That was fucking awesome Mick and in 3D oh my god.”
Mickey pulled his smokes from his pocket and lit one up. “Yea it was epic.
Aquaman was badass. Not all lame like in the comics.”
“You read the comics?”
“Once or twice. Not much else to do, not really a people person so spend a lot
of time in my room” he replied blowing a cloud smoke out his nose into the
night.
“You not a people person? I never knew that” Ian laughed sarcastically. “That’s
cool though. I like movies more, not a big reader.”
“I’ll let you borrow one, and you’ll like it trust me.” He looked down at his
boyfriend as warmth took over his body and filled his heart. “You wanna come
back to my place then I’ll walk you home later?”
“Sure.” He reached for Mickey’s hand.
“Damn it Ian. What I tell you? Not out here.” He shoved his hand in his jacket
pocket and took a long drag from his cigarette to calm his nerves. He didn’t
understand why it was so hard for Ian to grasp the concept it had almost been 5
months.
“Ugh” he shouted. “So fucking stupid Mickey. You know that right? I hate it!”
His brows knit as he folded his arms, “I don’t understand.”
“You don’t fuckin need to Ian. Just listen.” He tossed his cigarette and stuck
his other hand inside his pocket. It was cold as shit. Ian was quiet looking at
cars that passed on his side of the sidewalk. Eventually it would be ok, but
they had a ways to go. Kid knew that from the beginning so he needed to get
over it. He turned to say something but was distracted by the Pearl white Rolls
Royce limo stopped in front of them at the light. It looked like something out
of a mobster movie. Fuckin cool! The windows were down and the passengers were
drunkenly shouting Merry Christmas at the people crossing the street. “Holy
shit look.” He reached out and turned his boyfriend to face the street.
“Damn. That’s a nice fuckin car.” He didn’t know what it was but it looked
sweet. Kinda reminded him of the cars on those shows he watched the way it had
the fancy curves, not like a regular car. Not like his sisters. He looked over
at his boyfriend. “I think it’s cool you want to build cars Mickey. I bet you’d
be really good at it.” They started walking again and his boyfriend lit up
another cigarette.
“Not really what I wanna do” he replied before taking a drag.
Ian’s smile slipped from his face as he walked closer to his boyfriend. “Why
would you lie?”
“Didn’t. I like cars and I like buildin things just not buildin cars.”
“What?”
“I wanna build buildings Gallagher. You know like the fancy ones in New York
and shit.”
“You want to go to New York?”
“I mean yea but that’s not the point. I wanna be an architect you know, build
buildings instead of the Death Star.”
“Oh I get it now. You should totally do that Mick, you’re really good with
legos.”
They turned the corner to his house and he grabbed Ian’s hand. “Maybe someday.”
They walked up the stairs and he unlocked the door stepping inside. He had been
holding back on kissing and touching his boyfriend for hours and he couldn’t
resist anymore. He locked the door behind him and looked over to the couch. Ian
had taken off his jacket and was sitting on the arm swinging his feet. He hung
up his jacket behind the door then walked over to his boyfriend capturing his
mouth in a kiss. His tongue traced along Ian’s soft lips until they parted
letting him in. “Hmm” he hummed then wrapped his arms around Ian’s waist. He
lifted Ian off the couch and stood him on the ground staring at him fondly.
Mickey was looking at him weird. “What?” he said with confusion but Mickey said
nothing. “Why are you looking at me like that. You’re..” he didn’t finish his
sentence before Mickey swept him off his feet. Literally. He was carrying him
across his arms like a girl in a wedding movie. He lifted his head as they
walked into his boyfriends room. “You know I’m not a girl right?”
“I know”
“And I can walk..”
“Yes Ian I know. You’re also fuckin small and easy to pick up.”
“Doesn’t mean you have too.” They were standing in front of his boyfriends bed.
He really liked being picked up but it sounded supper cheesy to say.
“Don’t have to do anything.” He dropped Ian on his bed then climbed on top of
him. “Maybe i just want to that a problem” he whispered in his ear.
God Mickey was so hot. His heart was already speeding up just having the older
above him. He loved it but he was trying not to be nervous because they were
alone. “Not a problem.”
“Good then shut up.” He bit at Ian’s neck causing the younger boy to gasp. Fuck
he missed that sound. He lifted his head and brushed his lips along freckled
skin before capturing Ian’s mouth in a kiss.
“You’re so fuckin hot baby. You have no idea.” He reached down and pulled up
Ian’s shirt running his hand across his flat stomach.
“Mm” he groaned at the contact. Mickey’s fingers made his body radiate with
goosebumps and his dick twitch.
“I miss you” he said softly pulling away looking into Ian’s green eyes. “I need
you.” He slid his hand down Ian’s stomach and slowly moved his fingers under
the hem of his jeans.
“Why do you miss me?” He said then glanced away for a moment before returning
his gaze. “I’m right here.”
Mickey sat up in frustration. He was so over this. He fucked up but that was 2
months ago and he didn’t know how many more ways he could prove he was fuckin
sorry. “You fuckin know that’s not what I mean.”
He sat on his elbows “I don’t know what to say Mickey” he said softly. “I just
wanna kiss. Do you really wanna be with me or just have sex?”
“Christ Ian! Stop bein fuckin stupid .” He snapped leaning down. “How many
times I gotta answer that shit before you believe it hm? You not know how to
listen or what?”
“Get out of my face Mickey” he shouted and pushed at his boyfriend. Mickey sat
up and stared at him expectantly. “You’re being a jerk and I don’t wanna talk
to you. I’m wanna go home.” He tried to get up but Mickey stopped him.
“Wait”
“No Mickey. Let me go, get off.”
He climbed off the bed and Ian followed. He walked over to the door because he
didn’t want Ian to leave, not like this. Not angry. It was a really good date,
and he had to fuck it up. “Ian i’m sorry ok. I’m just..i mean” he gestured to
his boyfriend. “You’re hot and want to be with you but that doesn’t mean that’s
all I want. You know that.”
Ian stared at his boyfriend who was standing in front of the door. These were
the times he wished he was bigger, he could just push him aside and leave, but
he didn’t really want to. “I don’t though” he said softly. “You’re confusing
Mickey and I don’t know anything.” He walked over to the bed and sat down. He
chewed on his cheek and played with his hands unsure of what to do. He was
afraid to talk to his boyfriend cause he didn’t want him to get mad or break up
with him. it wasn’t fair.
He could tell Ian was trying to think of something but he didn’t know how to
say it. He walked over in front of the bed and knelt on the floor. He was told
once when you try and comfort someone its best to be eye level but Ian was
looking down at him so that was something. “ I like you Ian. yea I like sex i
mean..it’s sex but if you’re not ready it’s ok. I get it.” he averted his eyes.
He knew Ian didn’t trust him anymore, that’s the reason he stopped everything.
“I won’t freak out again about it, I promise. You’re not stupid either... i
didn’t mean that.”
“I hate that” Ian replied.
Mickey picked at his carpet “Yea I know I’m sorry.” He stood up from the floor
and sat down on the bed. “I’ll walk you home if you want to go.”
Ian stared into Mickey’s eyes. They were so blue, almost hypnotizing. He looked
down at his hands again because he wanted to stay. He wanted to cuddle and kiss
and be held but he was afraid, what if Mickey was lying? What if he got mad
again. He hated this feeling but he didn’t know when it would go away. Mickey
really really scared him that night. He broke his trust and his heart a little.
At least he thinks that what he felt when he went to sleep that night. Maybe he
was to young for a relationship, it was hard and confusing. The movies made it
seem better. Was he lying?Would he get mad if he really wanted to leave? “I
think I wanna go home” he said softly.
Mickey took in a deep breath and pressed his palms into his eyes. Stop it,
don’t be a bitch jesus! “Um yea ok. Let’s go then.” He stood up from the bed
and walked to the door but Ian stayed seated. “I..i thought you meant now, did
you mean later or..” He really didn’t want to dig a deeper hole, he just wanted
to fix it.
“I changed my mind.” Ian smiled and hopped of the bed then walked over to his
boyfriend. He felt like a child but he didn’t care, he felt vulnerable and
scared still. “Can you just hold me maybe?”
Mickey laughed because he was taken back by how innocent his boyfriend looked
staring up at him, the big monster. “Yea. I can do that.” He leaned down and
picked up his boyfriend then set him on his bed. He lay behind Ian wrapping his
arms tightly around him. “We don’t have much time.’
“I know. It’s Ok.”
He leaned his head on the pillow and scooted close to his boyfriend. He got
lucky again. He meant what he said this time. He would wait.
***
He woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He looked at the time it was 11pm
fuck. He turned to see Ian fast asleep. Shit what was he gonna say? His phone
rang again..ugh “Hello”
“Mickey it’s almost midnight. You said 2 hours.”
“Yea I know. We got caught up playing video games, then we watched a movie.”
“I thought you went to the movies..”
“No we did, we just watched another one and I guess we fell asleep. I’ll wake
Ian up. I’m really sorry Fiona.”
“It’s ok. I’m glad you had fun. I’m outside so i’ll be there in a second.”
“Uh yea ok. Bye”
He turned to ian and shook his shoulder. “Ian wake up”
“Mm”
“Ian your sisters here wake up!” He shook him harder.
“Fuck Mickey stop it” he snapped pushing at his boyfriend.
“Get up Ian Fiona is here”
“Wait what?” He sat up quickly and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Why?”
“Because it’s midnight.”
“Shit” He hopped of the bed and followed his boyfriend into the living room
just in time to hear the knock at the door.
Mickey opened the door letting Fiona in. Ian grabbed his jacket then turned to
his boyfriend. “Thanks for inviting me Mick, I had a lot of fun.”
“Sure man. Me too. Have a good night.” he looked up at fiona. “Sorry”
She shook her head and gave him a dismissive wave then they walked out the
door.
 
Christmas
 
Mickey stared at the door with a presents in his hands “You do it”
“No you!” Mandy pushed at him.
“Seriously guys. Gimme that” Iggy snatched the gift basket from his sisters
hands and rang the doorbell.The door opened letting the smell of turkey waft
out the door.
“Merry Christmas guys! Come in come in” Fiona said with a smile. Iggy handed
her the gift basket. “Aw you guys. This is too much” she said turning around
her guests following behind her.
They followed Fiona over to the tree and sat down the rest of the presents.
“Smells really fuckin good” he sniffed the air and felt his mouth start to
salivate. He walked into the kitchen abandoning the rest of his family and saw
his boyfriend playing with...was that a phone? No way! “Wow Freckles” he said
walking behind Ian’s chair. “Lookie what we got here” He leaned over and
snatched the phone from his boyfriends hands.
“Hey! Give it back”
“Relax Gallagher.” He pulled up Ian’s phone and typed his number in under Mick.
Then handed it back. “Text me so I can have your number.”
“I’m still trying to figure it out. Lip has a different phone I’ve never used
this kind.”
“It’s an Iphone man. Look.” he pulled his phone from his pocket. It was an
Iphone 6s the same as the one his boyfriend had only Ian’s was gold and his was
silver. He rest his arm on Ians shoulder and set his hands in front of him
holding his phone next to Ian’s. “There the same and pretty fuckin easy to
understand.” He stood there for the next 10 minutes walking his boyfriend
through his new phone. After the tutorial Ian turned to look at him there faces
dangerously close. “Thanks Mick.” He almost forgot where they were and was
ready to lean in and kiss soft pink lips when he heard a group of voices
heading their way. He stood up straight. “You’re welcome.”
Fiona grabbed a 4 beers and hugged them to her chest before shutting the
door.“What are you two doin back here? It’s time to open presents.”
Mickey glanced over at Ian. “I was showin him how to use his phone.” He held up
his again. “Got the same one.”
“Well that was nice of you Mickey. Thanks. Come on though, presents than
dinner!” Fiona smiled at the two boys then headed back to the living room.
“Aye Fiona” he called out. The young women turned around and raised her brow.
“Can I have a beer?” Fiona nodded her head then gestured to the living room and
turned around. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a beer popping the
tap. “You heard your sister let’s go” he said after sipping the foam flowing
from the can.
Ian pushed in his chair and walked over to his boyfriend. Mickey looked at him
strangely.
“What are you doin?”
“Cider Mick. It’s in the fridge but you’re in the way.” He crossed his arms.
“You gonna move or..”
“Ok tough guy.” He opened the fridge and pulled out the green bottle. Ian
grabbed a cup from the strainer and shoved it at him.“Feelin a little feisty
today hm?” He sat down his beer and opened the glass bottle.
“I’m feisty everyday Mick. You should know that” he said with a smile as his
boyfriend poured him his drink. He brought the glass to his lips and took a
small sip.
“Uh huh..” he replied as his boyfriend coyly drank his drink. He was about to
say something when Fiona’s voice echoed through the house.
“BOYS! Were waiting on you!”
Ian rolled his eyes and nudged his empty glass against the bottle. Mickey
looked at him with shock as he filled it again before putting it back in the
fridge. He took another sip of his cider as he followed behind Mickey into the
living room.
“Finally” Lip huffed shaking his head. “What took you guys so long. Who doesn’t
run for presents.”
Mickey laughed and sat down next to his brother as Ian sat by Mandy. “Kid
wanted some cider so i got it for him.”
“Mickey don’t” Ian huffed “ never mind whatever” he leaned back in the couch
his arms folded across his chest. He hated it when Mickey called him a kid and
he fucking knew it! He knew but did it anyways. Ugh so frustrating.
“ok!” Lip lifted a silver and pink snowflake box in the air. “To mandy
from..Ian.”
“can I open it?”
“yea go ahead” lip replied reaching for another gift “This one's from me” he
hand the small box to his little brother.
Ian ripped open the package and a black case fell out. It looked like a video
game. “whoa cool! Thanks Lip” he stood up from the couch and gave his brother a
hug. “can you put it on?”
“After. Not now ok.”
“k” he went and sat back down.
“ian!!!” mandy held up her makeup box “thank you!”
“Fiona picked the colors. She said it wasn't frilly cause you wear darker
colors.”
“I do. I love it blues and purples and eyeliner!” she leaned over and kisses
his cheek. “thank you.”
He felt the couch dip next to him and turned to see his boyfriend. He glared at
Mandy then reached down and handed him a present. “Really? For me?”
“yup”
He smiled and carefully opened his present. “The Avengers! I've been wanting to
see this forever thank you Mickey. You're the best.” he turned and gave his
boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.
“Ian pretty sure Mickey doesn't want your cooties” lip teased.
Mickey sat there frozen until Lip shoved a box at him.
“yo you alright man?”
“Y..yea no I'm good. This for me?” he grabbed the box it was pretty heavy.
“yep that's from..ian”
He turned to the redhead next to him and gave a small smile before tearing off
the paper. “No fuckin way! Are you serious?” he jumped up from the couch. “how
did you even know?”
Ian smiled and chewed on his thumb. “you told me you wanted that one when i
helped with the sandcrawler. Remember?”
Mickey laughed in disbelief that was almost 5 months ago. “Thanks man. I love
it.”
“What you get Mickey?” Colin called out to his brother. Mickey held up the Lego
set and he glanced at Fiona who gave him a wink. “nice job Ian.”
“yea man. You're the best...friend anyone could ask for” he leaned down and
wrapped his boyfriend up in a bear hug almost lifting him off the floor.
“Hey! He’s not your best friend Mickey he’s mine!” Mandy shouted.
“Pretty sure he likes hangin out with me more than he likes playin with your
stupid dolls.” He sat down and turned to Ian “aint that right Gallagher?”
He was sure he was blushing and it was out of his control to stop “I can have
two best friend Mick.”
“No you have to chose” Mickey said crossing his arms. He didn’t know why he was
suddenly feeling so territorial.
“Don’t be a dick Mickey” Iggy called to his little brother. “You can have more
than one friend.”
“Whatever” he scoffed then returned his attention to his lego set. He was so
excited he just wanted to open it and start putting it together.
Lip finished passing out the rest of the gifts. Fiona got a bath set and and
itunes gift card, Lip got a laptop bag and popcorn tin. The Milkovich family
got a gift card to Sizzlers and they gave his family a gift basket with
different kinds of crackers, meat and cheese. There was a tin of chocolate too,
which was all he cared about.
Dinner was really nice. Iggy, Colin and Lip set up the folding tables across
the living room and Mickey brought in the chairs. Mickey sat next to him which
pissed Mandy off. It was really cute actually. He was so happy Mickey made a
big deal about them being best friends because now he seemed to be paying more
attention to him than normally would with other people around. After dinner Kev
and Veronica came over with homemade pumpkin and cherry pie. He hated cherry
pie but the pumpkin was deliciously and flakey. Mickey had one hell of a sweet
tooth because he ended up eating two pieces of cherry pie and 1 piece of
pumpkin. They talked about star wars. Mickey explained to him in great detail
about the millenium falcon and han solo. He could listen to the older boy talk
for hours, he was so passionate and his blue eyes sparkled when he described
the details of the ship.
“So how long does it take you to put one of those together.”
Mickey shrugged his shoulders “depends. If i focus only a couple days at the
most a week.” Ian nodded his head then took ahis final bit of pie. More like of
whip cream. His boyfriend licked his forked smearing whip cream on his cheek.
He wanted to lean over and lick it clean but he couldn’t… “I’m gonna go
outside” he said standing up from the table and pulling out his pack of smokes.
“You wanna join me Gallagher.”
“Sure”
“Me too!” Mandy stood up from the table.
“No girls allowed Mandy. Play with your makeup or somethin.”
“But..”
“It’s ok sweetie i was hoping you could give me a makeover anyway” Fiona chimed
in with a smile then looked over at her little brother. “You boys bundle up
it’s freezin out there.”
“OK Fi. Come on Mick. I gotta grab my gloves and coat.” He turned to run up the
stairs Mickey following close behind him.
They entered his room and Mickey shut the door leaning against it.
“What was that all about man?”
Ian was confused “Uh...I don’t know what you..”
“The kiss Gallagher! What the fuck man?”
Ian sat down on his bed with his jacket in his hands. “Mandy did it i just
thought..”
“Don’t think. You don’t need to.” He walked over and sat next to his boyfriend.
“Why is this so hard for you to get. Just listen to me” he snapped
Ian rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t make sense Mickey. It’s stupid.”
He folded his arms and looked down at his boyfriend “doesn’t have to make
fuckin sense alright. You just gotta do it.”
“Whatever” he sighed and stood up from the bed. He opened the door and turned
to Mickey “We going outside or did you just want to yell at me?”
He stood up and walked over to the door and leaned against it making it shut.
“Are you gonna stop? You can’t hold my hand, kiss me any of that shit in
public.”
“I said fine ok” he whined. This was getting annoying and he didn’t wanna talk
about anymore. It was Christmas. “Can we go now?”
"C'mere"
Ian rolled his eyes and walked over to his boyfriend. Mickey wrapped his arms
around him tightly.
"I really like the legos. Can't believe you remembered that shit."
"like I said you told me you liked that one” he huffed still irritated.
"Hey don't be upset." He leaned down and kissed Ian's cheek smoothing his thumb
over the other tenderly. "I just wanna be with you and i don’t want anything to
ruin it" he said softly.
"I just.."
"You want to be with me don't you?"
"duh Mickey but.."
"Then this is how it's gotta be for now. Come on, gimme a kiss" he stared into
his boyfriend's eyes expectantly.
Ian glanced to the ground hesitant for a moment then leaned up to give Mickey a
peck on the lips. Mickey picked him up and pushed him against the door pressing
his lips against his. Everything he was feeling vanished as he wrapped his legs
around Mickey’s waist and arms around his neck falling into the kiss. Mickey
was such a good kisser and he couldn’t get over how strong he was. When he
picked him up like it was nothing it blew his mind. Mickey’s hand were gripping
his side firmly as his boyfriend started kissing under his jaw then went to
suck on his neck "Mick" he sighed.
"Hmm?"
"We should probably go outside or people are gonna come up here" he said
regretfully as he craned his neck for his boyfriend's mouth.
"Mmm yea ok..” He lifted his head and pressed another kiss into Ians lips. He
sat his boyfriend down then opened the door " Let’s go."
***
“That didn’t count!” Mickey shouted walking over to his boyfriend. “You totally
missed.”
“No. It touched your jacket that’s a point for me!”
Mickey licked his lips as a smirk crept across his face. “That’s how you wanna
play then?” He bent down and scooped up a handful of snow molding it into a
ball. “Fine” he threw the ball at Ian but the little fucker ducked. “Damn it”
he scooped up another handful of snow then looked up but Ian was gone. Suddenly
he felt the impact then the snow sneaking down his neck. He turned around to
see Ian smiling coyly and chewing on his thumb.
“Got you again.” Mickey looked at him with a raised brow than ran over to him
knocking him to the ground.
“You’re a little cheater Gallagher” he laughed tickling his boyfriend in the
snow. Ian was laughing so hard his face was turning red.
“Stop Miickey” he squealed as he squirmed on the ground snow entering every gap
between his body and his jacket. He didn’t know what to do so he reached out
and tickled his boyfriend back.
“Hey!”
“How do you like it Mick hm?”
“Fine truce”
“Fine”
He stood up from the ground the extended his hand to the snow covered redhead.
Ian grabbed it and he pulled his up. “You look like a fuckin snowman” he said
with a devious grin.
“No shit. It’s your fault.” He started brushing the snow off his jeans then
looked up at Mickey who was staring at him. “What?”
“Nothin it’s just” he scratched behind his neck and suddenly felt nervous. Why
though, not like he hadn’t said it a million times before. “You’re somethin
else Gallagher.”
Ian knitted his brow “What do you mean?”
I love you. “Nothin just you’re cute. I mean look at you, fuckin adorable man.”
“You’re cute too”
He thummed his nose then looked behind him at the back porch. His eyes glanced
around the yard until they landed on the van. “C’mon.” He grabbed Ian’s hand
and the two made their way to the beat up van. He walked around the side until
he was certain they were out of view then pushed his boyfriend up against the
way attacking him lips.
He grabbed the bumper of the car bracing himself as Mickey’s tongue swirled
around in his mouth. Mickey lifted his hand and touched the side of his face.
His hand was surprisingly warm and comforting for just being in the snow. He
let go of the van and brought his hands to Mickey shoulders and stood on his
toes. “Mm” he hummed into the kiss.
“Taste like pumpkin” he giggled before pressing a another long kiss into ian’s
soft lips.
“You taste like cherries” he sighed and pulled away from the kiss. Mickey
stepped back and he looked into his boyfriend's eyes. They were so blue and
intense almost hypnotic. Mickey stared back at him. They stayed fixed on each
other for several seconds that felt like eternity. He didn’t know why but he
lunged forward capturing Mickey lips. Mickey stumbled back from the surprise
and he followed his hands gripping firm shoulders. Mickey back into the tree
and suddenly they were drenched in snow.
“The fuck?” he shouted shaking out his arms. He looked down at Ian who now
really looked like a snow man and started laughing. Ian started laughing along
with him as he shook the snow off his hands to wipe his face. “We should go
inside” he said peeking around the van. Still no one was there plus it was dark
so it didn’t really matter.
“Yea want hot chocolate.”
“Fuck yea lets go” shouted then they took off across the yard eager to get to
the warmth of the house and enjoy a nice cup of hot chocolate.
New Years
Ian sat there on the couch watching his sister decorate the house. Another
party. If there is one thing his family was known for it was throwing a party.
Fiona’s boyfriend bought a lot of stuff. The living room was littered with gold
a black balloons. There was a giant paper 2018 that hung over the TV and
scattered across the table were gold party hats and party horns. He twirled the
red streamer roll in his hand thoughtfully. He was excited to see his boyfriend
again, they hadn’t hung out since Christmas. Mickey had texted him a few times
which was really cool but it wasn’t the same. He couldn’t stop thinking about
that kiss. He’d kissed Mickey many times but that one lingered in his brain. It
reminded him of the when they first started fooling around. He was hungry and
eager and wanted more but the stupid tree ruined it. He missed Mickey’s touch
too. He was aware it was in his choice to push it away but that didn’t mean he
wasn’t left cold too. He wanted Mickey to do things to kiss him and touch him,
to be close to him. He just wasn’t sure if he was ready yet. Mickey said he
wouldn’t pressure him again and he believed him this time. He saw the sincerity
and regret in his boyfriends eyes after their fight and he knew Mickey cared
for him. How much he still was unsure of but he chose not to think about it.
“Ian what are you doin?”
Hey jumped at his sister’s voice pulling him from his thoughts and looked up at
her “What?” Fiona pointed to his lap and he looked down to see the streamers
almost completely unraveled on the floor. Oops!
“Sorry Fi” it was an accident.
She rolled her eyes “Gimme that. Go get changed people are gonna be here soon.”
“I’m already dressed though” he looked down at his t-shirt and sweats.
“If you wanna wear sweats that’s fine just know everyone else is gonna be
dressed up. It’s a themed party sweetface. Just go try on your suit. You’ll
look great.”
He crossed his arms and leaned back in the couch “I don’t want to wear a suit
Fiona it’s stupid.”
“Fine but Mickey and his brothers are dressin up so are Lips friends from
school but it’s up to you.” She tousled her brothers hair and picked up the
pile of streamer and headed to the kitchen to cut it into pieces.
Mickey..in a suit? He couldn’t picture that. It was just a stupid new years
party why did everyone have to dress up. Stupid theme. Whatever he didn’t want
to stand out so he hopped off the couch and walked around to the stairs. What
the hell? He looked down and saw a red rug going from the door to the kitchen.
Adults were weird. His sister never went this crazy about parties before he
started dating Mike. He was cool and had money. He also liked to party but he
was more into the details. He was probably the reason he had to wear a stupid
suit. He rolled his eyes and walked up the stairs to his room shutting the door
behind him.
***
“C’mon Mickey the party starts in 20 minutes” Iggy shouted through the closed
door. “Time to go.”
“Nope. I’m not goin.” He stared at himself in the mirror he looked ridiculous.
He didn’t care, a six pack and a joint wasn’t enough to get him to leave the
house. He thought it would be but nope. Not lookin like this. His brothers told
him he had to wear a suit. Fuck a suit. It was all black except for the red
tie. He looked like casper going to a funeral. No fuckin way. He walked over to
his bed and fell down face first into his pillow.
“Mickey let’s go!”
“Go without me. You don’t need me to flirt with Fiona” he shouted to his older
brother.
He heard the jiggle of a lock then his door opened and his two brothers were
standing there with his sister. “20$ and we leave now” Colin said reaching for
his wallet.
He lifted his head and looked in the mirror. Ugh “Make it 40$ and we got a
deal.” His brother shook his head and pulled out two twenties then walked over
to him. He rolled over and reached for the money but it was quickly snatched
away.
“You’ll get it when we get to the party.”
“Fine whatever” he sprang up from the bed. “Let’s fuckin go then. Get this shit
over with.”
***
“Don’t you look handsome!” Fiona smiled at her little brother in his dark blue
suit. “I promise everyone else will be dressed ok. In fact i’m gonna go put on
my dress right now.”
He shrugged his shoulders because why did he care. He still felt stupid. “Yea
ok.” He walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. At least there was
lots of food. He grabbed a handful of m&ms and leaned back in the chair waiting
for his boyfriend to arrive.
About 20 minutes later people started to trickle in until the house was filled
with people. There were some he knew but there were a few people from his
sisters work he’d never seen before. Fiona was right though, everyone was
dressed up. Girls had on glittery dresses and a few hand really fluffy ones.
All the guys were wearing suits, they looked way fancier than him. Suddenly he
didn’t feel so stupid. His eyes scanned the crowd but no sign of his boyfriend.
He pursed his lips together in disappointment and went to reach for his phone.
“I’ma grab a beer. Holy fuck!” He made his way to the kitchen and saw his
boyfriend sitting at the table. “Hey there Freckles. That’s a lot of fuckin
people.”
“I know” Ian said standing up from his chair. “Fiona and her boyfriend invited
their friends from work too.” He started to walk to the fridge but stopped and
scanned his boyfriend. Ok. Wow. He couldn’t picture it for a reason. It would
have been torture, Mickey looked really really hot. His black jacket was
completely unbuttoned and his tie was loose around his neck just the right
amount to show his natural swagger. He shifted from foot to foot thinking of
something to say.
Ian in a suit. Put that on the list if mental images he needed to lock away. He
looked amazing. The dark blue brought out his hair and his tie had little
streaks of silver.
“You look nice” they said in tandem. Ian glanced to the ground then back up to
his boyfriend. “I didn’t want to wear this but Fiona made me” he said walking
over to the fridge. He leaned against the stove. “I like your tie. Kinda look
like a celebrity.”
Mickey laughed then took a sip of his beer. “Yea that’s the whole point. My
brother said it was like red carpet or hollywood theme. Kinda stupid if you ask
me but place looks nice.”
“Yea my sister spent all day on it so…”
“Cool” he took another sip of his beer.
“Hey Mick don’t aren’t you supposed to like kiss when it’s New Years?”
Mickey shrugged his shoulders. He usually was passed out drunk by then. This
was the first year he went to a party with his brothers. “I guess that’s the
tradition. Kiss when the ball drops.”
“Oh that sucks” Ian said dejectedly lowering his gaze as he kicked his shoe at
the floor.
Mickey raised his brow in curiosity and dipped his head to meet his boyfriends
eyes. “Why?”
“I don’t know, guess cause there are people and you dont wanna..”
“I’m gonna stop you right there Freckles.” He walked over to his boyfriend and
wrapped his arm around his shoulder. “When the clock strikes midnight you won't
be able to stop me from kissin your ass” he whispered. Ian looked up at him
with a wide grin, his green eyes beaming. “For now though we gotta figure out
what to do for the next 90 minutes.”
“But the ball drops at Midnight that’s 2 hours away.”
“Yup I know. Don’t worry about it.”
****
He was sitting on the stairs playing on his phone when he got a text message.
Mick (11:20) meet me out back
Ian (11:22) Why?
Mick (11:25) smh. Just go
Ian (11:28) ok. What does smh mean?
Mick (11:30) why are you still inside, get your ass out here lol.
Ian (11:30) what does lol mean?
Mick (11:31) Ian!
He ran his hand down his face in frustration. Ian was cute sure but he didn’t
want to spend this time texting when they could be hangin out together and he
found the perfect spot. Nobody would even notice they were gone there were so
many people most of which were pretty shitfaced. He waited at the bottom of the
stairs until he saw a glimpse of red hair. “Took you long enough fuck.”
“ I didn’t understand what you were saying. Don’t get mad at me.”
Mickey’s eyes raised in surprise “What? I’m not mad at you, i was just fuckin
with you. Come on.” He grabbed Ians hand and walked around the staircase to the
back side of the house. “In here” he opened to little door that lead down into
the cellar. He flicked on the light. “I know it’s kinda creepy but i swiped
some stuff to make it cooler. This could be our spot man.” He started down the
stairs. “We have one in our backyard so i went out earlier to look for one and
boom.”
He followed his boyfriend down the stairs and the door shut above them. The
room was dusty and smelled musty but other than that not bad. He didn’t even
know they had a cellar but there were boxes and and old tv laying against the
wall.
“I tried to brush away the cobwebs but it’s a cellar” he said sitting down on
the blanket he stole.
“It’s awesome Mick.” He sat down next to his boyfriend and looked around. There
were two pillows and a large blanket that were in the van. No one would care if
they were missing.
“Good we got about 15 minutes till showtime so lets light up.” He pulled the
joint from behind his ear and reached for his lighter. He took a long drag then
turned to kiss boyfriend. He waved at him to come closer and Ian leaned
forward. He closed the distance between them and blew them smoke into his
mouth.
“Shit” Ian coughed as inhaled the smoke. “What was that?” He coughed bringing
his hand to his mouth. He finally regained his composure and now felt
lightheaded like his body ws lifting from the ground.
“Weed..” he replied studying his boyfriends face. “What do you think?”
“I like it” he laughed and reached for the joint. He took a deep drag and
started coughing immediately harder than the first time.
“Easy there tough guy” he grabbed the joint from Ian’s hands and patted him on
the back playfully. “I think that’s good for now.” He took a few more drags and
held them in as long as he could before putting it out. He pulled out his phone
still about 8 minutes. He pulled up his playlist and decided on his mix of One
Republic and Twenty One Pilots. He was surprised he got signal down here, it
was shitty but he was still able to pull up a stream of New York. He grabbed
Ians hand and lay back on the blanket. Ian looked down at him then laid down on
his side. He handed him his phone so he could see.
“Wow Mick that’s New York!” he exclaimed looking at the tall buildings in the
background.
“Yup.”
“That’s where you wanna go to build houses?”
He laughed and rolled his eyes. “Na man not houses, buildings, mansions that
kinda shit.”
“You really wanna leave Chicago” he rest his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.
He didn’t want Mickey to go. He liked Mickey and hoped they would be together
forever.
He turned his head to look into big green eyes. Ian was looking at him with
such adoration it made his stomach knot but in a good way. He really did want
to leave Chicago, he kinda hated it here. There were to many bad memories.
Things were different now though, now he had Ian. he could be an EMT in New
York. They would be accepted more in the Big City too. He was thinking to far
ahead, he didn’t even know if thing with Ian would last. He wanted it too. He
wanted to be with him more than anything he’d ever wanted before but he had a
habit of fuckin things up, and with Ian he didn’t know when he would finally
push him away. He didn’t want to think about that time. He wanted to think
about now. Now he was cuddled next to someone he loved sharing a moment.
“Yea man. Wanna leave and never look back” he replied. “So much to see out
there you know? I think you would like it.”
Ian’s heart fluttered at the words but he wasn’t sure how to interpret them.
Mickey thinking he would like New York. Did that mean he wanted to be together
forever too? He wasn’t gonna ask. He didn’t want to ruin the moment so instead
he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend running his hand up his arm and
pressing his cheek against his warm chest.
“2 more minutes.” He flipped through his playlist and clicked on one of his
favorite songs letting it play in the background as they watched the cameraman
zoom in on the ball. “1 minute..”
‘Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Yeah, we'll be counting stars’
“Ok sit up.” Ian sat up next him as he held his phone in front of them, the
music filling the room along with the chanting of voices.
‘I, feel something so right
Doing the wrong thing
I, feel something so wrong
But doing the right thing’
“Here we go.” He started the countdown and Ian joined in.
“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1” he turned to his boyfriend “Happy New Year!!”
He cupped Ian’s face in hand smoothing his thumb over his cheek before surging
forward and pressing a passionate kiss against him lips.
He wrapped his arms around Mickey’s neck pulling him in closer. His lips parted
allowing the older boy’s tongue to caress his own as hands moved down his sides
squeezing gently. “Mickey..” he moaned barely above a whisper. He wanted to be
touched. He wanted his boyfriend, to be close to him. He leaned back pulling
the olde boy down with him their lips staying locked together. Mickey’s body
towered over him allowing his hands to reach for his boyfriends pants and
unhook them.
Mickey pulled back and looked down and his boyfriend then he dipped his head
and attacked the skin on his neck pulling it between his teeth careful not to
leave a mark. He wanted to though...maybe somewhere else. His licked and sucked
at Ian’s neck until he felt a hand slip into his pants and grasp his tightly.
He lifted his head and looked at Ian. Green eyes blinked innocently at him then
Ian let go and sat up quickly undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. He stared
with wide eyes as his boyfriend took off his shirt and then reached down to
undo his pants. He was frozen in the moment, he couldn’t think. Ian was so god
damn beautiful with his pale skin littered in tiny freckles, his skin smooth to
the touch and that fuckin smile he was giving him. That smile that told him he
wanted him just as much as he did. He sat back on his knees and undid his shirt
throwing it to the side then reached for his pants. He started to pull them
down then stopped. This wasn’t about him, this was about Ian. He wanted to make
him cum again and see that look in his eyes when he breathed his name. He
leaned back down on top of a now naked Ian Gallagher taking him in with his
eyes once more. “Fuck Ian..” he sighed then kissed his chest as his fingertips
ran up his side. “You’re so fuckin sexy.”
“Why are you still wearing clothes?” He reached his hands out and tugged on the
open flap of Mickey dress pants “Take them off.”
“Y..yea ok” he stammered. Could he seem more desperate. He quickly pulled down
his pants and slipped off his boxers. Now they were both naked for the first
time in over 2 months. He leaned down again and the moment his skin met with
the warmth of Ians a fire ignited for both of them. He captured his boyfriends
lips bringing his hand up to caress his face tenderly. “I missed you” he said
softly then pulled back fully aware that’s how he ruined shit last time. Ian
just tilted his head slightly and extended his arm to pull him back down until
their noses were touching.
“I missed you to.” He closed the distance between them and slowly spread his
legs allowing his boyfriends body to nestle comfortably between them.
He turned his lead and started pressing small kisses into his boyfriend's neck
until he reached his collar bone. He lifted his head scooting back then let his
tongue trace down Ian’s smooth stomach leaving tiny kisses along the way until
he met with the V of his pelvis. He glanced up at his boyfriend who was staring
at him intently.
“I..it’s ok” he said with a shallow breath. He felt vulnerable and nervous but
he trusted Mickey. He reminded himself that. “Touch me”
“Mm baby” he groaned then scooted further back leaning down until Ians hard
dick was in his face. He kissed the tip and lockd eyes with his boyfriend as
his lips parted and slid down the boys shaft.
“Uh” he gasped at the foreign feeling.
“Mmm” Mickey hummed as his tongue licked and swirled around Ian. “Taste so
fuckin sweet baby. Missed your taste” he purred nipping at the skin on Ian’s
length.
“Hmm uh Mickey..” He licked his lips as Mickey’s hair slipped softly through
his fingers as the older boy bobbed his head up and down. “Soo good”
He was so hard right now it hurt. He reached down frantically and grabbed his
leaking cock. He began stroking it to his rythm around Ian. “hmmm” he groaned
feeling ready to bust already. That’s what happens when you haven’t seen your
boyfriends masterpiece of a body in so long. He hallowed his cheeks and reached
his other hand up to move his fingers along Ian’s shaft as he took him in.
“Mm fuck...Mi..Mickey I’m gonna cum” he cried out. He clutched his boyfriends
hair tightly in a fist and thrust his hips up as he felt a wave of heat take
him under and he spilled out into his boyfriend waiting mouth. “Huuuh” he
moaned then let his head fall back into the pillow.
“Mmm fuck” Mickey gasped as his hand filled with hot cum. He wiped it on the
blanket then crawled back up his boyfriends body to stare at Ian’s flushed
face. “C’mere” he said then started to lean down. Ian sprang up and pulled him
down into the kiss. “Happy New Year Baby” he whispered afraid if he said it to
loud it would burst the bubble they were floating in.
“Happy New Year Mick.”
***** Special *****
Chapter Summary
     The boys decide what to get each other for Valentine's Day.
Chapter Notes
     Lots of fluff but you know how I do, what goes up must come down so
     enjoy it while you can xox
Over the last few weeks things started to get back to normal. He and Mickey
tried to spend every free minute together and when they couldn't they would
text each other. Now that they had their spot they could meet up or even sneak
out if the timing was right. Mickey was really into this whole “our spot” thing
so he asked him to do some recon. There were boxes down there so he wanted to
know how often it was used. Lucky for them when he asked his sister about she
seemed to have no idea what he was talking about. His brother however filled in
the missing piece telling him that was franks stuff boxed up down there for
whenever he decided to return. They could care less and chose to forget the
thing even existed. This was music to his ears and he couldn’t wait to tell his
boyfriend.
 
Ian (6:50am) Hey Mick guess what?????
Mick (6:52am) What?
Ian (6:54am) Fiona said. No lip said that stuff down there is my dads. Well
kinda stepdads and he’s been gone for a long time and no one uses it
Ian (6:56am) Now we can fix it up make like a real secret hideout with comics
and posters and all that stuff right???
Mickey grinned as he took the last bite of his cereal and stared at his phone.
He was stoked. He’d never had a secret hideout before, not even a playfort. He
and Ian could just kick it and smoke weed, watch youtube, fuck...it was
perfect.
Mick (7:00am) Fuck yea man. We’ll start puttin shit down there tonight alright.
Ian (7:02) K.
He put his phone away then walked into his bedroom to get ready for school. He
grabbed a fresh change of clothes keeping Ian in mind he wanted to look nice.
He grabbed a black shirt and a grey and weight button up with jeans and headed
to the bathroom. He went to open the door and it was locked. His brothers were
already gone so it had to be his stupid sister.
“Mandy!” he banged on the door. “Hurry the fuck up, i gotta take a piss.” He
pressed his thumbs into his temples and rubbed in frustration. He leaned
against the wall and waited until finally about 5 minutes later the water
stopped. After another 5 minutes the door opened and Mandy stepped out brushing
her hair.
“All yours.”
He rolled his eyes and pushed passed his sister closing the door behind him. He
pulled up his playlist and put it on shuffle as he pulled off his clothes then
stepped into the shower. The water glided over his shoulders and down his
stomach massaging his body with his warmth. He was in a pretty good mood. Ever
since New Years he and Ian had gone back to normal. Things started small, a
blow job here and there but then Ian let him go further. He wasn’t even
expecting that but they were naked on the couch and he was squeezing soft white
flesh in his hands when the younger boy opened his legs wider and told him he
wanted to feel him again. He didn’t know exactly what he meant so he gently
swiped a finger over his hole causing the boy to lick his lips and whisper do
it. There was no goin back after that. He lived for the sounds his boyfriend
made under his touch. You could say he was a generous lover but the truth is he
was just cautious. He wanted Ian to touch him more than anything but unless he
was fuckin him he didn’t want to be touched. After that night it was clear he
had zero chill. He could try but it wasn’t worth it again. So this was good. He
could blow and fingerfuck his little boyfriend making him come whenever he
wanted and jack off to the sounds and faces he made. He was content.
Valentines day was next week. He’d never been in a relationship before so he
didn’t really know what to get Ian of he even should get him somethin. He
didn’t know who to ask either except one person. His art teacher Mr. Scott was
gay. He asked all his students to call him Scotty which he thought was really
fuckin cool. Mr. Scott always told him he had promise. He liked to build yes
but he also liked to draw. No he loved to draw. He would draw his creations as
he completed them attempting to make blue prints. He would draw the school at
recess breaking it down into each little section. He didn’t share it with
anyone though, it wasn’t very street to draw. His family would probably be ok
with it but he grew up hearing how things like drawing and dancing and acting
were for girls or fags. His father said that about everything he did which was
ironic to say the least. Ugh. He shivered and shook the thought away. Mr.Scott
would know what to do for sure.
****
“Hey fi can I ask you a question?” His sister glanced over to him then back at
the road.
“Sure sweetface what’s on your mind?”
He pursed his lips pondering how to approach the question. He wanted to tell
her so badly about Mickey but his boyfriend made it clear how he felt about
that which he still didn’t get. Why would anyone care? He rolled his eyes and
let out a deep sigh. “I like someone..”
“Oh you do?”
“Yea I do like a lot and Valentine's Day is next week but i don't know what to
get.”
She smiled at her little brother then tapped her fingers on the steering wheel.
“Well what does she like? What’s her favorite color?”
“Oh it’s not a girl. He like sweet things, superheroes, starwars, twenty one
pilots...uh”
“A boy?” she said with only surprise in her voice. This was not the topic of
conversation she expected. She wanted her brother to be careful though. Kids
can be very mean, scared of anything different “does this boy like you?”
“I really think he does. I really hope he does. That’s why i want to get him a
Valentine. Oh his favorite color is red.”
“OK. Everyone likes candy. You should get him a box of chocolates like Mike
gets me. The red heart is really cute.”
He frowned and knitted his brow, that seemed lame. “can’t just get him the same
thing Mike gets you Fiii” he whined. “It has to be special like him.”
Oh my god. She wanted to hug her little brother tight. She remembered her first
crush. It was an exciting time. Ian was only 12 but she knew that things happen
when they happen. She wanted to support the school girl crush the best she
could. “Well in that case I think we need to go shopping this weekend see what
we can find.”
Ian’s face lit up for a moment then fell again. “Don’t you work?”
“I do but I’m sure I can manage a few hours for the mall. Just you and me.”
“Yay! I want to do that. Then we can find something awesome and it will be the
best Valentine he gets.” He leaned over and hugged his sister as she approached
the drop of lane.
“Mickey’s gonna pick you up from school today Ok.”
His day was just getting better and better. “Ok. bye Fi” he closed the door and
waved to his sister as she drove off. He didn’t know how he would be able to
concentrate today with all this excitement.
*****
“Very nice Mickey. I love your use of drop shadow on the building” Mr. Scott
leaned over his shoulder to inspect his picture. He was drawing Ian’s house
with the sun behind it. “Just be careful to pay attention to the big picture.”
His teacher pointed to the sun. “If the sun is here then the shadow would
land..here.” His teacher pointed to a blank spot next to the fence.
“Damn it” he huffed and threw down his pencil. How could he miss that? It’s not
the first time he’s drawn buildings, it was his favorite thing to do...maybe
that’s why it pissed him off. He ripped the page from his sketchbook and balled
it up.
“The drawing was wonderful Mickey, it’s just the little details that take it
from wonderful to alive, like you were standing in front of that house looking
at the shadow on the grass.” He tapped his shoulder “I think you can bring the
page alive, I’ve seen you it.” He teacher gave him a comforting smile then
walked over to inspect the next students drawing.
He spent the rest of the class redrawing the house, shading in under the stairs
and redoing the shadow from the sun. He took his time with the fence and the
detail in the front door. By the end of class he was actually glad he started
over, not to toot his own horn but it almost look black and white
photo..almost. He took his time gathering his supplies as the rest of the
students slowly trickled from the room until only him and he and his teacher
remained.
“Aye Scotty I got a question for ya” he called across the the room to his
teacher who was washing paint brushes. Mr. Scott turned off the water and
turned to him.
“Mickey. You should get going or you’’ll be late to 4th period.”
He shrugged his shoulders and walked over to his teacher. “I need to talk to
you. I don’t know who else to talk to” he scratched his neck nervously.
“Of course. Don’t worry about 4th i’ll write you a pass. So what's on your mind
kiddo?” Mr. Scott leaned against the double sink and crossed his arms.
He reached around and scratched his neck nervously. “alright. Here's the deal.
I have a friend who seein someone and they’re really new at this whole datin
thing..”
Mr. Scott nodded his head as his lips curled up in an amused. “I see and you
want to help this friend how?”
“well it’s Valentine's next week and he doesn't know what he should get.” He
thumbed at his nose and crossed his arms. “he really likes this person so…”
“ok well what does this girl like?”
He glanced down to the ground as his fingers wrapped around the strings from
his hoodie. “Hmm not sure really” he paused and sucked his bottom lip between
his teeth. “and it's he not she” he corrected.
Mr.Scott raised his brow in surprise and smiled. “Oh..i see. How long has your
friend been seeing this special someone?”
“about 7 months..”
“wow” his teacher replied in approval that sounds serious.
“yup.”
“flowers are always a go to on Valentine's Day but for you...your friend I mean
I would go with something a bit more personal maybe like a poem or maybe a nice
dinner date.”
He bunched his face up at his teachers suggestions. A poem? Really? Yea that
was not gonna happen. Ugh. This was a waste of time. “you got anything that's
not super sappy?”
Mr. Scott chuckled. “well mickey it’s a sappy holiday.”
“right...well thanks for the suggestions I guess.”
“anytime.” his teacher stood up straight and walked over to his desk grabbing a
pad of paper. “if your friend has anymore questions about anything. They are
more than welcome to ask okay.” He ripped the pass from his pad and handed it
to him.
“great “
****
Fiona turned to her little brother and held up a teddy bear with a small heart
shape box attached to the front. “how bout this?” she questioned raising her
brow. “pretty cute right?”
He looked over the small gift in his sister's hands and pursed his lips in
disapproval. “No, everybody get those. I want something special remember?”
She rolled her eyes. To be a kid a kid again and worry about such trivial
things...if only.” She set the bear down and walked around the display.
Everything this store was pretty much the same, stuffed animals and boxes of
candy. She looked over at her brother who was looking at a display of coffee
mugs.
“how about we keep check out another?”
He sat down the mug he was looking at and shrugged his shoulders. “Ok. Where
else you think we'll find something?”
 
“well there's another gift shop by the food court we could check out, maybe
grab a little lunch. I was thinkin pizza.”
“hmm not pizza. How about bbq?”
“Bbq it is. Come on.” She reached for her brothers hand and the two walked out
of the store and the two left the store.
***
Mickey walked around the store looking at the different displays, shit was
expensive. Who would even shop here? Oh that's right his brother. Since he
struck out with his teacher his next and only other option was his older
brother. He'd been seein this chick Cassie since right after Christmas and the
guy would not shut up about her. Apparently flowers and jewelry are a staple on
Valentine's day. His brother wanted to get his girlfriend a charm bracelet.
That would be simple enough but guys don't wear bracelets...do they? Nah..
He let out an exasperated with. He wasn't gonna find anything in this fuckin
place, just another waste of time. He walked over to his brother who was busy
talking with the cashier. He was leaning against the counter when something
caught his eye in a display on the wall. He walked over to get a closer look.
There hanging on the shelf were leather bracelets with little silver accents.
He pulled down a package and flipped it over in his hand. Custom Engravable
Bracelet. This was cool actually. It came with two matching bracelets for $60
and that included the engraving up to 3 letters. That will flowers and candy
should make a good gift right?
He was staring at the package contemplating whether or not this is why he
really wanted when he felt someone lingering behind him. He quickly turned to
head to see his brother grinning at him.
“what man?”
Iggy snatched the package from his brothers hands and let out a small laugh.
“really friendship bracelets?”
“shut up, gimme that” he reached for the package but his brother held it out of
reach.
“whoa your friend kiddo?”
He rolled his eyes crossed his arms “none of who fuckin business that's who.”
Iggy stared at his little brother raising his brow in amusement. It was so fun
to piss him off and so easy. “easier there tough guy” he said passing the
package back. “I think it's cool you finally have a friend. Didn't think anyone
would put up with your grumpy ass.”
“fuck off” he said rubbing his thumb over the package. “what do you think
though? Honestly. Don't be a dick.” His brother shrugged his shoulders.
“it's cute.”
His brow furrowed at the word. “cute? Why is it cute?”
“whatever man. Nice. It's nice is that better. Stop worrying about what I
think. You like it?”
“maybe..i don't know.” He kinda did though. It was sappy and definitely not
what he thought he would get but yea..he liked it. “I guess.”
Iggy rolled his eyes at his little brother. “then fuckin get it and let's go
man. I still gotta stop by the shop.”
He thumbed at his nose and licked his lips, “yea alright.” He walked with his
brother over to the counter and paid for the bracelets. The lady asked him what
he wanted engraved.
Fuck. He didn't think about that.
She handed him a sheet with suggestions. There was an infinity symbol, a heart
(lame) , bff and initials. Not a very big selection. He punched the bridge of
his nose in frustration. He had no fuckin clue what to put. Initials were
stupid and a heart was a dead giveaway. The infinity symbol maybe...he did want
them to be together forever. Ugh he was being such a girl right now, just pick!
He tapped his fingers against the counter and could feel two pairs of eyes
drilling into him. BFF...best friends forever..not best friends boyfriends.
There's the fuckin sappiness again, come on man. Ok that was it. He passed the
here of paper back to the cashier and told her his choice. He was surprised how
quick the process was. After about 20 minutes they were walking out of the
store and heading to the shop. All he needed now was flowers and candy.
****
He walked through the aisles staring at the glass figurines. This stuff was
really cool but not something his boyfriend would like more like his grandma.
Why were they even here? His eyes traced over the shelf of fairies and dragons
searching for anything that shouted Mickey. He was bout to give up when he saw
a shelf with glass globes of various sizes. He couldn't quite make out what
they said or what was in them so he knelt down to get a better look. They
looked kinda like snow globes but minus the snow. There was one with a theater.
There was a grand piano with a rose on top and a red curtain. He picked it up
and watched as the the image morphed with each way he twirled it in his
fingers. “Neat!” he set the globe down and reached for another. This one had
the Eiffel Tower and little people walking around a park with a little Paris
sign. It was cool but Mickey didn't like Paris. He set the globe down with
disappointment and went to stand up when he saw one at the end of the shelf
that was red. His boyfriends favorite color was red. He reached for it and his
eyes lit up with excitement. There was giant neon New York sign and a small
street with a pizzeria and a bakery. To top it of in front of the pizzeria was
a shiny red Cadillac . It was perfect! He would get this and chocolate covered
cherries because he knew for a fact his boyfriend like both chocolate and
cherries so it was a win win. He stood up from the ground and walked over to
his sister. “This is what I want. It's perfect look.” he shoved the glass ball
at his sister. She grabbed it and stared with a confused look in face.
“this?” She looked at the ball then down at her brother. “sweetie this has
nothin to do with Valentine's Day. You sure this is what you want?”
Ian nodded his head. “Yup. It's gonna be the best gift ever!”
“Ok then. Let's get this wrapped up and then Bbq.”
***
His eyes fluttered open as the sound of his alarm filled the room. Today was
the day. He had decided that he would give Ian his real gift later and surprise
him with the rest. He quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed a change of clothes
eager to start the day. Fuckin Gallagher makin him all mushy and shit. He
didn't do this kinda thing like ever but the look on Ian's face would be
priceless.
Once he was dressed he made his way to his dresser and grabbed the basket. He
was just gonna do some candy and a card when he past this basket in the mall.
Of course he came back on his own are you kidding? Iggy would have eaten him
alive if he saw what he bought. Fuck it. He had his own money and didn't pay
for shit really so he could but whatever he wanted. Just so happened a giant
ass red bear with candy and flowers happened to be what he wanted..
Shut up alright.It was fuckin Valentine's Day and things were finally getting
back to normal after his massive fuck up so sappy and romantic it is. He looked
at his watch it was 5:30 am, still dark but soon the sun and people would be
up. He grabbed a black trash bag and slipped it over the monstrous gift and
quietly snuck out the door.
****
He was sitting downstairs packaging Valentine's when there was a loud knock on
the door.
“who the hells knockin at this hour?” Fiona tied her robe and grabbed her cup
of coffee before making her way to the door. She carefully opened it to find a
trash bag sitting on the porch.
“who is it Fi?” he called as he walked over to his sister.
“not who but what sweetie, grab me the broom.”
“why?”
“because i said so, do it now” she snapped, apprehensive of the strange
package. A few minutes later her little brother returned with a pout on his
face and broom in his hand. She never yelled at him really, his step dad had
done that enough. “hey” she reached out and pulled her brother in close. “What
do you think it is”
 
He shrugged his shoulders and poked the bag. “this is stupid Fi” he huffed then
reached out and untied the bag. He saw glimpses of red as he rolled it down
then his eyes widened.
“Oh my god! He didn't” Fiona exclaimed pulling the giant bear and basket out of
the bag. She grabbed the small bouquet of flowers nestled carefully in the
bears hands and hugged them to her chest. She looked over to her brother. “Can
you believe it?” she reached for the little card in the bouquet and read it
aloud.
New at this shit so Happy Valentine's Day Freckles . Be mine
Xo
She looked down at her brother then back at the card and sucked in her lip
taking a deep breath, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Wow Ian, looks like
someone's sweet on you” she smiled and handed the bear to her little brother.
“Whoever it is, gotta say I'm impressed.” She leaned down and kissed her
brothers cheek. Young love was adorable and she was happy her brother had a
Valentine. “Come on Sweetface. Go put that upstairs and i'll take these” she
reached for the flowers “ and put them in water but we gotta finish those
cards.”
“k” he replied his eyes still locked on the beady black ones on the red bear.
It's was almost as big as him. He hugged it tightly and the faint smell of
chocolate wafted up his nose. He looked around the street before going inside
but saw no one. He knew who it was from. A certain blue eyed boy who he
happened to be falling for hard, maybe he was falling too.
****
Ian sat next to his friend and dumped out his homemade Valentine box. There
were several stray pieces of candy along the about 8 taped up Valentines.
“Oh my god Ian look” Mandy held up and white Valentine with a red glitter
heart. “It’s from Chase! He likes me!” she shoved the folded up piece of paper
at her friend.
“Chase? That’s pretty freakin cool Mandy. Haven’t you had a crush on him like
since 3rd grade?”
“Duh! I didn’t think he liked me back though. Oh my god!”
He laughed at his friends enthusiasm. It was nice to see her so happy. “So are
you gonna talk to him?”
Mandy turned to her friend with a raised brow and look of confusion spread
across her face. “Why would I do that? Wait don’t answer.” she rolled her eyes.
“You just get how it feels to have a secret admirer.”
He really wanted to say something but held his tongue. If only Mandy knew how
long he’d been in a real relationship. Her stupid school girl crush didn’t hold
a candle to what he and Mickey had. “You’re right Mands. What do I know?”
***
Mickey sat at lunch pushing around his mac and cheese with his fork. He was
really nervous about tonight. He had something big planned. NOt really big but
important but he was afraid he would fuck it all up like he usually did. He
watched Ian open his present this morning and just like he thought the boys
smile lit up through the darkness and was totally worth crouching behind a car
in the snow.
He truly hated Valentines Day. Everyone was so sappy and his class had to have
a stupid party. The only reason he gave a shit this year was because of Ian. He
was taken by surprise when his phone buzzed as he walked down the hallway to
his english class. He pulled it out and his heart fluttered. It was Fiona. Of
fuckin course Fiona was going out for Valentines Day and needed a babysitter.
Why he didn’t assume that was beyond him but it made his plans for the evening
so much more feasible. He really hoped Ian liked the bracelets. It had to be
the gayest shit he’d ever done but the kid brought that side out of him no
matter how hard he tried to resist it. Tonight was going to be proof of that.
**
He was sitting down on his couch listening to Mandy talk about Chase for the
20th time today. He hadn’t seen 1 text from Mickey all day. He thought about
texting him to say thank you for the gift but he was hoping Mickey would text
first so instead he waited. He knew Mickey was coming over soon but he wasn’t
sure what to say. For one he didn’t want to embarass him and 2 a tiny part was
still unsure if it really was from Mickey. The nickname and everything else
pointed to the older boy but it was just so out of character. He heard a
commotion from the top of the stairs and looked up to see his very irritated
big sister holding a nerf gun.
“Ian! I told you not to leave your shit on the stairs. I could have broken my
neck.” She shoved the gun at her brother. “Go put it away.”
He rolled his eyes and snatched the toy gun from his sister before turning to
look at his friend . “Let’s hang out in my room” he said jumping up from the
couch. Mandy followed and the two went up the stairs to his room. They sat down
on his bed and Mandy grabbed his bear.
“Ian this is soo cute. Where’d you get it?”
He blushed grabbing the bear back from his friend and hugging it to his chest.
“My boyfriend” he replied simply.
Mandy’s eyes widened “You have a boyfriend? No way. You’re lyin.”
He furrowed his brow in frustration and folded his arms across his chest. “No
I’m not Mandy. I have a boyfriend and he gave me this and flowers and candy.
Not just a stupid Valentine card”
“It’s not stupid” Mandy replied dejectedly touching the folding card in her
jacket pocket. “Just cause you have a boyfriend doesn’t mean you have to be a
jerk Ian” she snapped then stood up to leave.
He reached out and grabbed his friends arm “I’m sorry Mands. It’s just I think
it’s from him. I don’t know and he hasn’t talked to me all day so..”
She sat back down and looked over at her friend. “So..who is this mystery guy?”
Ian rolled his eyes and fell back against his pillow. “I can’t say.”
Mandy turned around and climbed next to her friend then rolled over to look at
the ceiling. “Why not is he ugly?”
He turned his head and Mandy turned hers a devious smile creeping across her
face. “No he’s not fucking ugly ok. Actually he’s the hottest guy i’ve ever
met.” His friends eyes widened at the words.
“Hotter than JT?”
He laughed and nodded his head “Yea..way hotter. He’s got this thing about him
that’s so dark and mysterious.” He fiddled with the bowtie around the bears
neck at he pictured Mickey’s ocean eyes. “I don’t know he’s just intesence you
know like everything he does just..” he sighed and looked at his friend “I
don’t know how to describe it.”
She rolled onto her side and propped her head on her elbow. “If you like this
guy so much why can’t you tell me who he is. I thought we were friends?”
“We are but he told me not too.”
“Don’t tell him. I can keep a secret Ian I pinkie swear” she stuck out her
pinkie eagerly waiting for her friend to except.
He thought for a moment. It didn’t make any sense why he had to keep it a
secret but he knew Mickey would be mad if he told and he didn’t want that. He
said mean things when he was mad, plus he made a promise and Mickey was
trusting him to keep it. “Sorry Mands I really can’t.”
“Ughh!” she huffed and sat up quickly. “Whatever have your stupid secret
boyfriend, I’m going home.”
“Wait” he sat up and followed his friend to the hallway “You don’t have to
leave. I thought we were gonna watch a movie.”
She rolled her eyes because her feeling were hurt. Ian didn’t trust her. “I
don’t wanna watch one with you cause your not really my friend. Friends don’t
keep secrets!” With that she ran down the stairs and out the door smacking
directly into her older brother. “Miickey!”
“Slow the fuck down. Jesus Mandy” he snapped stepping to the side. His little
sister ran passed him not looking back. He looked to the stairs to see a very
irritated looking Ian Gallagher. Fuckin great.
“The fuck was that all about?”
“I don’t know Mick maybe the fact I can’t tell my..”
Fiona walked into the living room “I thought I heard you. Right on time as
usual.” She smiled and reached into her purse pulling out her wallet. “Heres
and extra 25$, Mike got us a room at this snazzy hotel” she glanced over at her
little brother. “He can stay home tomorrow just make sure to call it out.
Here’s my number if they have questions ok”
“Sure thing”
She looked down at her phone. “Ooh he sent a car!! I’m so excited. Come, gimme
a kiss” she turned to her brother and opened her arms. Ian walked slowly down
the stairs and very stiffly gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek.
“I’m too old for this Fi” he huffed when his sister squeezed him in a bear hug
and started pecking at his cheek.
“Always be my baby brother” she replied. “Bye guys, be good. Love you both.”
She waved goodbye then headed out the front door.
Once the door was shut Mickey turned his attention back to his disgruntled
redhead. “You were sayin?”
He rolled his eyes and plopped down on the couch. “Doesn’t matter.”
Nope, not gonna do this on Valentines Day. He actually put effort into this
fuckin shit. He hung his jacket on the coat rack then sat down on the couch
beside his boyfriend. “Come on man, work with me. What’s wrong?”
He glanced at his boyfriend then brought his thumb to his mouth nervously
“She’s pissed cause she wanted to know who the bear was from but..”
“Wait what? You told her!” He yelled jumping up from the couch. “You told my
sister? Are you fuckin kidding me Ian!” He rubbed his knuckle to his nose and
let out a small laugh because come the fuck on. “ How fuckin stupid are you hm?
I really wanna know. What part of..”
“Jesus Mickey shut up already” he cried pulling his legs up to his chest as he
sank onto the couch. He could feel the tears prickling at his eyes as they
threatened to fall. “I didn’t tell her anything you you dick.” he sniffled. “I
didn’t cause you told me not to and now she’s mad at me and your being mean and
it’s Valentines Day and and I’m not fucking stupid.” he started to cry and
buried his face in his lap. This was not supposed to happen.
Holy fuck he was an asshole. He didn’t even let Ian finish taking before
jumping down his throat. “Hey” he reached out to touch his shoulder but the boy
pulled away.
“Don’t touch me! Just leave me alone” he sniffled.
“No.. c’mere” He scooted closer to his boyfriend and pulled him onto his lap so
he was facing him. Ians hands were pressed over his eyes “Hey i’m a dick ok.
You’re right I’m sorry. Hey” he pulled small hands from teary eyes and used his
own to wipe them away. “I shouldn’t have said that, I didn’t mean it.”
Ian blinked the remaining tears from his eyes and stared into concerned blue
eyes. They were mesmerizing but.. “You didn’t even listen to me” he cried.
“I know.” He leaned down to kiss trembling soft pink lips. “I said I’m sorry.
Can we start over hmm? Did you like your stuff?” He smoothed his thumb over his
boyfriends flushed cheek. “You like the flowers? The lady said they were the
right kind.”
Ian lowered his eyes and pouted his lip “Yea” he said softly “I liked them a
lot”
Fuuck. What is wrong with him? Why did he have to fuck up this perfect day?
“Uh.. that’s good. Got you somethin else too but I wanted to give it to you in
person or whatever...”
Ian looked up at his boyfriend then climbed down from his lap. “I got you
something to.” He replied wiping his face one last time composing himself. He
walked into the kitchen and grabbed the red bag from the table then walked back
over to the couch. “Here.” He shoved the bag at Mickey then walked to the end
of the couch and sat down huddling into the corner.
Ian looked so sad and innocent curled up into a ball like that. He would say
adorable but his boyfriend wasn’t being shy no he was upset and that was not
ok. He needed to fix it but he didn’t know how. He smiled weakly and reached
into the bag pulling out a bag of Lindor Chocolate covered cherries. “I fuckin
love these” he looked over at his boyfriend and noticed his eyes brighten at
his words. “Fuckin amazing thank you.” He set the bag down thinking that was it
but then a freckled hand handed it back.
“That’s not your gift” Ian said before sitting next to his boyfriend and
leaning his head on his firm shoulder. Mickey cocked his brow then reached into
the bag again pulling out the glass dome. He watched his boyfriends face eager
to see his reaction, needing to see it.
His eyes widened and he felt a warmth blanket his heart and butterflies flutter
around his stomach. This fuckin kid. He twirled the paperweight in his hand
looking at the different angles. It would be perfect for his sketch paper, hold
it down so it didn’t move. He turned to his boyfriend who was fidgeting with
his fingers staring at the ground. He grabbed his fidgety hands and brought
them to his mouth kissing them gently. “We’re gonna go there someday” he said
softly looking into big green eyes. “You and me. I’ma build big ass buildings
and you can bandage up people and whatever the fuck else and EMT does.” Ian
lips curled up in a small smile so he pulled him against his chest holding him
tight. “That’s if I don’t run you away by then.”
Ian laughed and sat up as he wiped his eyes. Why was he crying again? He wasn’t
sad or upset anymore, if anything he was passed the point of happy. Mickey just
said he wanted to be with him forever. He felt the same way.
Ian was still crying. It was less but damn it. This isn’t how he wanted things
to go but fine. “I uh..I got you this too” He reached into his pocket and
pulled out the two bracelets. He unclasped one and brought it down to Ians
wrist clasping it together again. “Now you put on mine.”
Ian undid the bracelet then with shaky hands put it around his boyfriends
wrist. He grabbed his own and looked at it thoughtfully. “BFF?” he glanced up
at Mickey. “Best friends forever Mick?”
He felt a blush spread across his cheeks and he threaded his fingers among
smaller, softer ones. “No, that’s what people will think. It means boyfriends
forever.”
“What? Really?” he ran his thumb over the engraving and the infinity symbol.
“Forever?”
God this was so fuckin gay. He wanted to beat himself up for bein a fuckin
bitch. “Forever.” He leaned down capturing Ian’s lips in his. The younger boy
pulled back and sat up then climbed off the couch. “Where you goin man, get
back here” he sighed.
“What? The bed is more comfortable. Come on Mick” he ran up the stairs with a
smile hearing his groans from his grumpy boyfriend. He walked into his room and
peeled off his shirt and kicked off his pants then climbed on his bed. A few
seconds passed before Mickey was standing in his doorway. His boyfriend's mouth
was full and he was holding the box of chocolate covered cherries. “Jesus Mick
how many did you eat?”
Mickey continued to savor his mouthful of goodness and held up 4 fingers.
He shook his head with amusement and leaned back on his bed, pulling out his
phone. He wondered if Mickey had a facebook? Mandy did so did all his other
friends. He turned to see Mickey peeling off his jeans, his shirt already on
the floor. He waited until the older boy was lying next to him, mouth free of
sweets.
“Do you have a facebook Mick?”
He shrugged his shoulder “Yea..everyone does. Why?”
He frowned. Now he really wanted one. “Fiona wont let me get one, says I’m too
young.”
“She’s right, it’s just a bunch of fuckin drama and hookups. You don’t need
that stupid shit.”
“That’s not true Mandy says..”
“Seriously Ian. You already can text everyone you need to talk to” he reached
for another candy then brought it to his boyfriends lips. “Plus I’m right here
so you don’t fuckin need it for nothin else” he said softly pushing the
chocolate into his boyfriend's mouth, Ian’s lips brushing against his
fingertips. Ian chewed the candy their eyes fixed on each other. This was it.
He saw Ian swallow and leaned over pressing a deep kiss into his lips, the
taste of cherry chocolate was lingering between them. “Mm so fuckin sweet baby”
he sighed into the kiss then slowly climbed up on his boyfriend straddling him.
He lifted his head and stared down at the redheaded boy beneath him. “You’re
fuckin perfect Gallagher” he praised then leaned down trailing his lips over
his boyfriends collar bone leading up to his ear. He could feel his boyfriends
heart beating fast and took a deep breath before tugging at his ear with his
teeth. “I love you” he whispered, feeling a bubble grow in the pit of his
stomach. It was out and there was no taking it back now. He lifted his head and
stared at Ian. Nothing. “Fuck” he sat up and thumbed his nose. “Will you at
least say somethin man.”
He was dreaming right? This whole day was a dream? Mickey Milkovich. Mickey
loved him? He wanted to be together forever and loved him? He sat up on his
elbows and looked at his anxious boyfriend. Mickey’s blue eyes were laced with
insecurity but he didn’t know why. “I love you too Mick” he replied then leaned
back down. He reached out at pulled Mickey down so they were face to face. “I
love you too.” Mickey’s eyes sparkled like he’d never seen and he closed the
distance between them wrapping his arms around his neck. Their tongues swirled
with one another, needy and wanting. Mickey’s hand ran down his side tenderly
until it reached his boxers and slipped inside. “Mmm” he groaned at his
boyfriends touch as Mickey moved his hand up and down stroking his dick. He
opened his legs further allowing his boyfriend to nestle between them.
He stared into emerald eyes then he lowered his head to Ian’s chest sucking
freckled skin between his teeth as his tongue traced small designs. He was
about to pull down Ian’s boxers when he was pushed backwards. “The fuck Ian?”
“What? I can’t do it too?” He climbed on top of his flustered boyfriend then
leaned down to kiss his plump lips. “Maybe I want to for once.”
“Ian you can’t” he panted. He knew he had literally no self control and he
didn’t want to be in that position again. He reached up to push his boyfriend
back down but Ian stopped him.
“No Mickey, let me do it!” he huffed and furrowed his brow pouting his lip.
Mickey looked at him and rubbed his nose, his eyes looked nervous.
“Fine” he conceded. He could do it, he had too. He watched, eyes glued to his
boyfriends as Ian crawled down his body. A velvet tongue licked down his
stomach causing his skin to flood with goosebumps. Fuck this was a bad idea.
“Ian..”
“Shhh” he replied hooking his fingers in his boyfriends boxers pulling them
down. Mickey’s dick sprang forward hard and waiting. He parted his lips over
the soft head licking across the slit.
“Fuck Ian” he gasped. It had been too long since he felt the sweet sensation of
his boyfriend’s mouth. Ian closed his lips around him and bobbed his head. His
tiny pink lips sliding down his shaft perfectly. His mouth was so warm and wet
and fuck just felt amazing. Ian watched him as he licked from the base to the
tip in one fluid motion then sucked his tip back into his mouth seductively.
“Jesus fuck Ian. You’re to fuckin sexy. Fuck” he threw his head back .“Mm so
fuckin good. Wanna fuck you” he groaned. Fuck. He sat up quickly. “I mean your
mouth..wanna fuck your mouth.” Ian hummed around him giving him permission. He
knew his boyfriend couldn’t really handle that he just wanted to make him happy
so instead he reached out and ran his hand through red hair lovingly and pushed
down. Ian pulled off his dick and locked eyes with him. The next thing he knew
his boyfriend was on top of him, lips were pressed deeply into his.
He wanted Mickey. He didn’t think he would ever want like that.. but for some
reason in this moment he did. He didn’t know what to do and he wasn’t going to
say anything. He wanted to just see what would happen. He grabbed Mickey’s
shoulders and rubbed up against him breathing heavily in his ear. “Mm Mickey.
You’re sexy too. It’s crazy how hot you are, like fire.” He lifted his head and
his boyfriend was grinning at him. “Shut up” he laughed. Not his fault he
didn’t know how to talk dirty.
Ian was killing him right now. He could do it though he just wanted to be on
top that’s all. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriends waist and rolled over
so he was looking down at him. “You’re a fuckin dork Gallagher.”
“Your point?”
“C’mere.” Ian leaned up and kissed him. He moved his hand down between his
boyfriends legs grabbing his dick then his fingers made their way over soft
skin and slipped between supple cheeks. “Want me to fuck you?” he whispered as
he grazed a fingertip over his tight hole.
“Yes” he sighed into his boyfriend's mouth before closing his lips around him.
He clumsily reached over to the side of the bed where Ian kept his lube and
pulled up the bottle. His sat up and squeezed a generous amount on his finger
then set it behind him leaning back down. “You sure?” Ian nodded his head so he
leaned down and nuzzled his neck pulling his skin between his teeth as he
rubbed a lubed finger over his boyfriends tight hole. Carefully he pushed in
and Ian gasped in his ear. “So fuckin sexy” he groaned as he started to swirl
his finger.
“Mm Mickey” he moaned craning his neck allowing his boyfriend to suck at his
skin.
He pressed another finger against his boyfriends entrance and pushed in
allowing it to sink in next to the other. He began to move them back and forth
causing his boyfriend to grip the sheets in tight fists. “You like that?” he
purred nipping at Ian’s ear. Fuck he sounded so hot. He wanted to fuck him so
fuckin bad it was painful. He lined up another finger and lifted his head
slowly glancing at his boyfriend.
“Mm do it” he groaned. Mickey pressed a third finger inside of him and he
arched his back. Fuck it felt so good. “Uh..huh..mm fuck” he started pushing
down against his boyfriends fingers trying to get more, get them deeper. “Yes
uhuh..” Mickey lifted his head and he took the chance to wrap his arms around
his boyfriends neck and attack his lips. Mickey started to move his fingers
back and forth massaging his spot but he wanted more, needed to feel more. He
slid his hands between Mickey’s legs and grabbed his dick massaging it with his
hand. “Please Mickey” he whimpered as the overwhelming need for more took over.
He looked into pleading green eyes. He was 99% positive of what Ian was asking
for but that 1% still freaked him out. He would take it slow, make sure this
time. “What do you want baby?” he cocked his brow looking down at his
boyfriend. Ian shied away from his gaze but rolled his hips against his
fingers. God damn that was hot. He needed to hear it though. “Want me to fuck
you?” He nervously reached down and wrapped his hand around Ian’s holding his
dick. “This what you want?”
Ian eyes slowly traveled up his boyfriends body meeting with his eyes for just
a moment before glancing back down at the floor. He sucked in his lip and
nodded his head “yea” he spoke softly feeling his face flush and his eyes
water. He was nervous and scared but he wanted to do it again.
This kid was going to kill him. On his grave the cause of death would read Ian
Gallagher. He could feel how nervous Ian was wanting it. He didn’t blame him
but this time would be different. “Hey look at me baby he grabbed his
boyfriends head and turned it so he was looking into his eyes. “I’m not gonna
hurt you ok.”
“I..I know” Ian stammered feeling upset he was getting all emotional.
He wiped away a tear with his thumb then cupped Ian’s face in his hand before
sucking his pouting bottom lip into is mouth. “I love you” he said just before
Ian’s tongue intertwined with his own. He reached over and grabbed the bottle
of lube and coated his himself then lined up at his boyfriends entrance. He
could feel Ian tense up at his touch so he pulled back and looked into his
eyes. “You have to trust me if you wanna do this” he said gently. He felt Ian’s
body relax so he dipped his head down next to his ear. He knew how much his
boyfriend liked praise. He didn’t get it from anyone else really but he was ok
with that. More room for him. “You’re hot a hell baby” he purred in Ian’s ear
as he started to press in. “Fuuck” he sighed feeling small muscles constrict
around him pulling him in deeper. “You feel so fuckin good Ian. So good.
Perfect ass ”
Ian held his arms tightly around Mickey’s neck and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Miiickey” he whined. His boyfriend stopped and looked at him with concern.
“Don’t stop just do it, please”
“You sure?”
“Yes fuck” he huffed just wanting this part to be done with. Mickey took a deep
breath next to his ear then suddenly he was pushing into him all at once. “Huh”
he gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness. Mickey looked down at him and
raised his brow. He swallowed thickly and nodded his head.
He started rolling his hips slowly letting his boyfriend adjust. Ian dropped
his arms and grabbed the sheets. “Hmm so tight Ian so..fuck” he mumbled tilting
his head back taking in the perfection of this moment. He looked back down
again. Ian was biting his lip and squeezing the blanket as he fucked him, holy
fuck he couldn’t picture anything hotter than this. He snapped his hips once to
test the waters. Ian groaned and his mouth hung open. Fuckin mouth. He leaned
down and captured that perfect little mouth in a passionate kiss as he
increased his pace.
“Hmm Mickey” he rolled his eyes and moved his hands to his boyfriend's waist.
He pulled away from the kiss and took in the sight above him. Mickey was
amazing. His blue eyes and jet black hair. His thick body and strong arms. “Huh
yes..fuck uh” he liked this. Mickey was right again but he wanted to figure it
out on his own. His boyfriend was fucking him hard but still being so
attentive. Suddenly he felt a rush of energy course through his body that made
him shiver. “Mm Mickey there” he panted and started rolling his hips.
“Fuck Ian” he groaned as he snapped his hips. He wasn’t going to last long the
way Ian was moaning beneath him. He reached down and grabbed his boyfriends
dick and started pumping it, rubbing his thumb over the tip.
“Mickey uh..hmm” he slid his hands up his boyfriend's back then brought them
around to hold onto his boyfriends shoulders.
“You close baby? Fuck I can’t huh..” he felt a wave of electricity flow through
his body and he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth scraping it against his
teeth “Hmm” he groaned as he came inside his boyfriends tight heat. He
continued to thrust through his orgasm. The feeling was so intense, nothing
like anything he’d ever felt before.
Ian felt lightheaded and a warm feeling took over his body “huuh mm” he
squeezed Mickey’s shoulders tight, digging in his fingers as he shot little
spurts of hot cum on his stomach. “Holy shit Mick” he sighed and flung himself
back on to his pillow, not caring about the mess they had made.
He fell down beside his boyfriend and ran his fingers down Ians skin, his chest
was sweaty which made him smile. He lifted his hand and brushed the hair from
his boyfriends eyes. “That was somethin else man” he rolled over on his back
and reached over grabbing Ian’s hand. “We should probably take a shower, get
cleaned up then order some fuckin food. I’m starvin after that workout.”
Ian grinned and leaned over so he was staring into Mickey’s blue eyes. “So
that’s it.really? You tired already old man” he smirked. Mickey’s eyes lit up.
“What you tryin to say Gallagher?”
“Nothing” he glanced away and pursed his lips then looked back at his
boyfriend. “Just thought you’d wanna do it again but it’s ok. We can eat.”
Mickey stared silently at him then the the next thing he knew he was on his
back with his hands above his head as his boyfriend kissed down his neck.
“I’m only hungry for one fuckin thing ” he growled in his boyfriends ear. Ian
was fuckin amazing, he would touch and squeeze and fuck his body as long as he
could. After tonight he really hoped it would be forever. Fuck.. maybe he was a
sap but fuck it right. He was in love.
***** Crybaby *****
Chapter Summary
     Mickey turns 15 and Ian doesn't get along well with his new friends.
Chapter Notes
     I had fun writing this chapter. The lovely Jessica92 helped with the
     teasing xox.
     Hope you enjoy, finishing up ch10. Should have up tommarow xo
“How often do you come out here” Ian walked carefully around the broken pieces
of concrete following his boyfriend.
He shrugged his shoulder and leaned against the abandoned building “Whenever I
can I guess. My brothers used to take me here when i was younger” he lit up his
joint and watched as his boyfriend took in his surroundings. “Used to go up
there and watch them shoot cans and bottles.” He took a deep drag thinking back
to that time, both good and bad memories. He blew out a pillowy cloud of smoke
and tilted his head. Ian was staring crouched down on the ground grabbing
something. “Whatchya doin man?”
He stood up and walked over to where Mickey was smoking and opened his hand to
reveal several bullet casings. “Think these are from your brothers?”
“Who fuckin cares. That was a long time ago. Pretty sure some other assholes
have shot up shit out here.”
“Well it would be cool if it was” he replied then turned back around to
continue to explore.
“You ever wonder what this shit looked like back in the day? You know before
its rotted to pieces?” He ran his hand over the crumbling wall feeling the
grooves beneath his fingertips. “Bet it was chill as fuck. Probably like a
hideout for gangsters or somethin.”
Ian turned his head “Gangsters really?”
“Who the fuck knows this is Chicago man. Fuckin Al Capone coulda done business
here.” He held out the joint to his boyfriend. Ian walked over and leaned next
to him grabbing it from his fingers. “Just try and picture it” he said waving
his hand in front of them across the sea of worn down structuress. “Probably
some fancy ass hotels or like luxury apartments. That over there” he pointed to
a completely collapsed building across the way “That could have been a Casino
where they cut off people toes in the basement.”
He tried to picture it but he was drawing a blank. “I’ve never really seen any
Gangster movies. Fiona doesn’t watch that kind of stuff”
His eyes widened and he snatched the joint from his boyfriends fingers. “You
shittin me? The Godfather? Goodfellas?” Ian stared at him blankly.
“Babe come on for real?” he shook his head ann took a few puffs “ I mean You
live in Chicago for fucks sake. That’s it come on.” He grabbed Ian’s hand and
stared across the yard.
He ‘move causing Mickey to stop but not let go of his hand.“Wait where are we
going?” he whined not wanting to leave. He was having fun and he wanted to look
at some other buildings. “I wanted to look upstairs.”
“Nope not till you can appreciate it. You and me are goin back to my place and
we’re gonna have a fuckin mobster movie marathon.” He pulled on Ian’s hand
“let’s go”
****
March 13th, Mickey’s birthday. His boyfriend turned 15 today and he was helping
his sister bake his cake. H picked out the flavor. It was german chocolate with
a coconut pecan frosting. Soo good.
“Ian stop eatin it or there won’t be any for the cake!”
‘What?” He smiled licking the frosting from his finger. “There’s plenty look”
he turned to container to his sister so she could see. She rolled his eyes at
him and grabbed the piping bag.
“Here fill it up and you can do the border” she said handing her little brother
the bag. She grabbed the cake from the fridge and set it on the counter. The
party was in 30 minutes so they had enough time. “Ready?” She looked over at
her brother who had frosting on his face but the piping bag was full. She
smiled then waved him over.
His sister showed him how to do the border. At first it just came out a blob
but he was able to get the hang of it. 2o minutes later the cake was decorated
and ready for transport. He grabbed Mickey’s gift and followed his sister out
the door.
***
When his brothers told him to invite people to his party he didn’t think anyone
would show up. He hung out with a few people at school around the smoke pit but
they didn’t seem like the kinda people who would come to a birthday party. Shit
he wouldn’t even want one but his brothers made him. Birthdays were fuckin
stupid. It was almost time for cake and ice cream then presents. Right now he
was on his porch smoking a cigarette and sipping his 2nd beer bullshitting with
his friends. Guess he did have some. Aaron and Brad. They were cool enough.
Aaron was typical punk white boy. Band t-shirt, blonde fohawk and a gauges in
his ears. He personally thought it was disgusting but Aaron made it work. Brad
was the exact opposite, fucker was northside but down as fuck. Weirdly he liked
him the best of the two despite the fact his clothes were Abercrombie and
Fitch. He still had little moments where he wanted to punch him but they were
short lived. They were talking about this new horror movie that was coming out.
He really wanted to fuckin go and it would be cool to have like a guys nice.
“I don’t think he’s a demon seems more like the fuckin boogie man” he said
taking a drag of his smoke.
“How does he possess the kids though, only demons do that shit?” Aaron cocked
his brow waiting for him to answer.
“I don’t fuckin know man i didn’t write the shit. We should just go see it.”
“See what?” Ian looked walked up the stairs with his sister. They had been
playing in the backyard.
“Nothin” he said quickly before taking a swig of his beer. He knew full well
Ian wouldn’t be able to go so why bother. Ian furrowed his brow then looked at
his friends. “Need somethin else or can we finish our conversation?” he said
harshly. Ian continued to stare at him so he took a drag of his cigarette and
blew it in his face making his friends laugh “That means fuck off. Go play or
somethin” he waved his hand dismissively.
Ian narrowed his eyes and turned to his friend. “Come on Mandy lets go inside”
He pushed passed his boyfriend hearing the stupid jerks laughing behind him.
What was Mickey’s problem, asshole.
***
The cake was bomb. Apparently Fiona baked it and Ian decorated it. He wanted to
wrap him up in a giant hug and kiss his grumpy face but instead he continued to
ignore him. How was he gonna explain boyfriend shit aside, his friends thought
he was cool so why would he be like ‘this is my 12 yr old best friend’ there
was nothing cool about that. In fact saying it out loud sounded really fuckin
lame.
Once it was time for presents the adults were a few drinks deep;. This was the
Southside and a parties a party, any excuse to drink. He sat there opening his
gifts thanking everyone. He got a lot of things for art class from his brothers
which was cool. His friends pitched and got him a gift card to Hot Topic no
doubt Aaron chose the fuckin store. He was teasing his friends because no
fuckin way would he shop there when his boyfriend approached him with a box the
size of a large book wrapped in shiny red paper.
“I thought since you like to build things” he said with a half smile because
Mickey’s friends were staring at him weird. “I..i was hoping maybe..”
He tore open the wrapping paper and didn’t even get it completely undone. “A
puzzle?”
“A fuckin puzzle really!” Aaron laughed. “Nobody does puzzles anymore. Only
babies and losers”
He rolled his eyes at Mickey’s friend then turned back to his boyfriend. “It’s
not for babies. It’s cool look at it. I picked out a hard one cause I thought
you’d like it.”
“Aaron’s right Gallagher. Nobody does fuckin puzzles anymore…” he set his gift
to the side.
“Yea cause they’re fuckin lame! It makes sense though lame gift from a lame
kid” Brad teased elbowing Aaron.
“He’s not lame” Mandy snapped walking over to her friend. “He’s my best friend
and you better be nice to him or I’m gonna tell.”
“Damn Ian too much of a bitch to stand up for yourself gotta have a girl do it
for you” Brad said.
“Pretty sad actually” Aaron said clicking his tongue.
He looked at Mickey to say something but he only looked at him like a stranger.
He felt his eyes water “I..I'm not a bitch. You guys are just jerks” he
sniffled.
“You’re fuckin cryin like one” Brad said crossing his arms.
“Crybaby bitch” Aaron said laughing. He looked over at Mickey. “Right Mick?”
“Uh right” his friend smiled at him and looked back at Ian.
“you know what fuck all you guys” he shouted as more tears slid down his face.
“Your just…” he was so flustered by Mickey's reaction or lack thereof he could
speak. “You're all stupid” he turned and ran down the hall the the bathroom. He
felt like such a baby. They were all just mean for no reason. Mickey was acting
like he didn’t even know him, like they weren’t even friends. He was treating
him like some stupid kid. Even before they got together he was always nice to
him so what the hell? He wiped of his face and stepped back out. He could hear
Mickey laughing on the porch. Jerk. He walked over to the couch and pulled out
his phone. The adults were outside and Mandy went to her room so it was just
him a few random people who were keeping to themselves.
He sat there playing Bubble Quest on his phone and watching YouTube. He tried
to block everybody out for the next few hours. He would see Mickey come and go.
He walked past him multiple times but acted like he was invisible. Everyone
else acted like that, like was a chore or a tag along. Mickey was the one who
didn't, he was the one who made him feel worth something so why would he do
this? He noticed Mickey come inside again but time he walked to his room. His
stupid friends followed behind and sat down at the kitchen table. He was over
this. He stood up from the couch and walked past thing 1 and thing 2 down the
hallway to his boyfriends room. Mickey was closing the door and had a joint
tucked behind his ear. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”
He rolled his eyes because he didn’t want to hear whatever Ian had to say. He
knew he was bein a dick but he had a reason. Not his fault kid couldn’t take a
hint. He didn’t make him keep coming up to him, you would think after one time
he would fuckin get the hint. “What man?” he sighed and raised a brow. Ian
pushed past him into his room grabbing his shirt. Fuck. He turned around and
followed his boyfriend shutting the door. “ this better be good Gallagher, my
friends are out there waitin for me.”
“What about meee Mickey? You’ve been ignoring me all day” he sat down on the
bed and fiddled with his hands. “What did I do?”
“Nothin. I told you my friends are here” he replied scratching the back of his
neck nervously. “What do want from me? You know I can’t..”
“Don’t say it” he shouted. “I know ok. You tell me all the time but that
doesn’t mean you have to be…you don’t have to be a douche. You can at least be
nice I’m your fucking boyfriend.”
“Fuck Ian. Lower your voice. People in China didn’t fuckin hear you” he snapped
and walked over to where his boyfriend was sitting.
“No!” he cried defiantly as he jumped up from the bed. “You can’t do that. You
can’t act like you dont know me Mickey it’s not fair. You can’t just ignore
me!”
“Shut up Ian fuck!” he pushed his boyfriend on the bed and climbed on top of
him. He grabbed his hands holding them above his head and looked down in his
eyes.
“You know I love you”
“You don’t or you wouldn’t have said that stuff. I’m not just a stupid kid you
can pick on with your friends” he said softly slowly losing his will to stay
composed. “I’m not a loser Mickey”
“Come the fuck on baby” he leaned down and kissed Ian’s neck “ I was just
fuckin around with my friends. You know that’s not how I really feel. Besides
who cares what anyone else knows? We know the truth. All that matters right?”
“NO!” he jerked away “That’s not fair, it’s fucking stupid Mickey!”
“What?” he scoffed. “You need me to constantly be around you. Need me to tell
you how perfect you are 24 fuckin 7.” He sat up and let go of his boyfriends
hands “ Get a life kid, my world don't revolve around you. Sooner you learn
that the better.” He regretted the words the minute he said them.
He lowered his eyes. He wasn’t gonna cry, not again. He didn’t need to give
Mickey or his friends another reason to tease him. “Get off me” he snapped
kicking his legs. Mickey quickly climbed off of him so he could stand up. He
turned to his boyfriend
“You know what Mickey, you’re a bully. You and your friends. This was your
stupid idea not mine. You started it!” he shouted then threw open the door.
“Don't..” he jumped off his bed and ran down the hallway his friends were
sitting at the table playing on their phones. “Whered the kid go?”
“The crybaby” Brad laughed and pointed to the door.
He fought the urge to knock his friends teeth it. It wasn’t funny anymore. “You
guys should get outta here. Parties over” he said lowly.
“What why?” Aaron turned to look at him “all the kids are gone and the adults
are drunk time to hit up the liquor cabinet.
“No jesus. Just get the fuck out alright. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Whatever bro” Brad replied giving him a fist bump. He watched as his friends
left out the door then after a few minutes headed down the street to find his
boyfriend.
****
He was about to walk in the front door when he heard music coming from the
backyard. He followed the music which led him to his hideout. Of fuckin course.
He walked over and pulled open the cellar door. “Ian?”
“Go away!”
He thumbed at his nose then started down the stairs. No sooner did he make his
way down Ian rushed past him running into the yard. “Fuck man. Just talk to me”
he huffed climbing back up and shutting the door. He searched the yard and saw
a small silhouette under the tree by the van. He walked over and Ian went to
move. “Stop runnin from me man”
Ian looked over his shoulder at his boyfriend and crossed his arms. “I don’t
want to talk to you Mickey just go away.”
“Too fuckin bad cause I want to talk to you. I didn’t mean that shit. I’m..”
He shook his head “Whatever”
He scoffed at his boyfriends passiveness “Whatever? The fuck does that even
mean?’
“It means whatever. You’re never gonna tell anyone or let me so whatever.”
Not this again. “Ian seriously. Why do you care if people know?”
He kicked at the grass with his shoe then turned to his boyfriend “Why do you?”
He walked over to Ian and leaned on the van next to him before pulling out a
cigarette. “It’s complicated. I told you just trust me. If people find out then
we cant be together.” He took a drag then turned to big green eyes. Why do you
keep trying to break us up man? Why is this concept so fuckin hard for you?”
“I’m not Mickey. You’re just scared” he reached out and grabbed his boyfriends
hand. “We can do it together. I promise nobody will be mad. My family loves
you. Pleease Mickey.”
He yanked on Ian’s hand pulling him close and tossed his cigarette on the
ground. “You fuckin serious Ian.” he said looking down at his boyfriend as he
wrapped his arms around him.. Kid was getting reckless. First the party now
this. He was gonna fuck it all up and he couldn’t have that, he couldn’t lose
him. He needed to remind him. “I love you. I don’t wanna lose you.”
“You won’t Mick” he replied resting his head on his boyfriend's chest. “It will
be ok. We just..”
He released his grasp and pushed the younger boy away “ maybe I was wrong. You
are a fuckin kid. Clearly you’re not mature enough to be in an adult
relationship. You don’t trust me, just wanna fuck shit up. You..”
“Stop’ Ian said putting his hand up to pause his boyfriend.
Mickey swatted it away “No i’m serious. You wanna run and tell everyone after I
told you what would happen then fine. Might as well fuckin break up with you
now.” He stared at his boyfriend and watched as his face fell and eyes lowered
to the ground. He didn’t like seeing Ian cry, hurt or sad but he liked the fact
that he control over it most the time. He tried to be a good boyfriend he
really did. If Ian would just listen to him and do what he says then he
wouldn’t have to do this.
He wiped his face with the back of his hand and looked up at the older boy. “Do
it then” he said softly.
Wait what? He was not expecting that. That was not part of the plan. “I will if
you wanna go tell. You’re gonna ruin it for both of us.”
Ian shrugged his shoulder “DO IT then!” he shouted “You always fucking say that
whenever i wanna tell someone so fine break up with me.”
He stood there speechless. What the fuck just happened? This is the exact
opposite of how this shit was supposed to go. “Ian..”
“No, not gonna do it? Then just leave me alone!” he cried and ran up the stairs
slamming the backdoor closed and locking it behind him.
***** Doubt *****
Chapter Summary
     Ian is ignoring Mickey. He's been ignoring him for sometime now and
     Mickey is losing his mind and his patience.
Chapter Notes
     Only two more chapters until the first age jump #SoExcited! I hope
     you guys enjoy xoxo
     This song is very relevant to the chapter so i recommend listening.
     Thank you to my bestie Jessica92 for betaing & recommending this song
     to express Mickey's mindset. xo
Ian sat on the couch quietly lost in his game of Mario Kart. His sister was
running around the house gathering up things for her weekend at Mike's. Debbie
and Carl were sitting in the playpen dressed watching her flutter about. He was
not looking forward to this weekend. He hadn’t talked to Mickey since the
party, he didn’t know what to think anymore. MIckey said he loved him, told him
they would be together forever but did he really mean it? How could he when he
was always threatening to break up with him? Were they broken up? Mickey hadn’t
texted him and he wasn’t gonna apologize he did nothing wrong, Mickey was just
a dick. That was the bottom line, he didn’t even know about any of this stupid
boyfriend stuff until the older boy came along. Everything was new to him and
he wanted to trust Mickey but everytime he did he ended up hurting him. He
sighed and set down his controller picking up his phone. It was 6:25pm Mickey
would be here any minute because Mike was pulling up now. He reached for his
controller and unpaused his game letting the quick turns and sudden jumps cloud
his mind. He must have completely space out because the next thing he knew
Fiona was touching his shoulder. He looked up forgetting to pause his game and
crashed. Fuck.
“What?” he snapped with a turn of his head. He quickly realized he was out of
line when his sister cocked her brow. “Sorry Fi, what’s up?”
“Mickey’s here” she pointed to the older boy who was sitting in the kitchen
eyes glued to his phone. “We’re off, should be back Sunday night maybe earlier
if we don’t go to Mike’s parents for dinner.” She studied her brothers face and
it was evident he was upset about something. He hated Mikes house, always
complained but maybe that changed. “It’s not to late for you to join us
Sweetface. I know everyone would be happy to see you.”
“I’ll pass” he mumbled turning back around sinking down into the couch. “Bye”
he said with a wave of his hand avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room.
His sister squeezed his shoulder then he heard the door close. Within seconds
Mickey was heading towards him. Great, just fucking great. He held his
controller firmly and restarted the game.
“Mind if I play? Need to brush up my racin skills” he said with a small laugh.
Ugh he sounded so stupid but he didn’t know what to say. From the moment Ian
left him standing there he became tongue tied. He was not goin to apologize
because Ian knew how he felt from day 1. He made it fuckin clear numerous
times. Whatever he didn’t care he just wanted to move on and forget about the
whole thing. He stood up from the couch and walked over to the movie shelf
grabbing a second controller. He turned to sit back down only to see Ian was
gone. What the fuck man, this shit was fuckin stupid. He rolled his eyes and
set the controller on the table before running up the stairs. Sure as shit his
boyfriends door was closed. He went to turn the knob but it was locked. Should
have expected that. He rubbed his nose with his knuckle and leaned his cheek
against the cool wood. “Ian c’mon, open the door.”
“Go away!” he shouted turning to face the wall.
Mickey licked his lips and brought his hand to his forehead, rubbing at his
brow in frustration. “Baby please open the door. Let’s just start over, this
shit is stupid man.”
“Leave me alone Mickey. I don’t want to talk to you.” He turned to the door and
tossed his pillow at it. “You’re a dick!”
Kid was right there. He’d been called a dick, a jerk and everything between.
What did he want from him? He said he was sorry for the party already. What
more did he fuckin need? He knocked his forehead against the door and closed
his eyes. He felt like such a whiny bitch right now. He never saw himself
beggin someone to talk to him but here he was doin just that. “What do you want
from me Gallagher hm? Tell me please so we can fuckin move on from this stupid
shit. Please.”
Ian felt his eyes water and wrapped his arms around Beary pulling him close and
burying his face in his red fur. Beary Mcstuffins was all he needed right now.
Mickey could fuck off until he apologized. He lied to him saying he wanted to
be with him forever then acting like breaking up was no big deal, like he could
just throw him away because he wanted to tell people. He was such an asshole!
One last time then he was over it. Kid wanted to sulk like a baby instead of
being an adult and using his words, fuckin fine. “Ian. Come out. Talk to
me...we can order pizza and..”
“Go the fuck away!” he sprang up from his bed and walked over to the door
unlocking it to see Mickey’s sad blue eyes staring back at him. No..he’s a
dick. “What part of go away do you not get. I don’t wanna talk to you. Go home!
I don’t need you here. I can take care of my fucking self!” he went to slam his
door but Mickey stepped in the way. He glared at the older boy because what the
fuck.
“Just talk to me Gallagher. Tell me what you want.”
He rolled his eyes then sat down on his bed looking up at the older boy. “I
want you to say sorry” he said quietly suddenly losing every ounce of
confidence he had moments before.
Mickey leaned against the dresser and thumbed at his nose. “I already told you
I was sorry, why I gotta say it again?”
Ian scoffed and looked up through his lashes “That’s not what I mean Mick and
you know it. You said you were gonna break up with me and you can’t say that
stuff.” He felt his eyes prickle and chanted to himself to keep it together.
Dont cry.
He chewed on his bottom lip contemplating his response “Yea I know. I told you
that before too. You can’t fuckin tell people ok. You just..”
“Get out of my room” he said softly trying to keep himself composed.
“No. We’re fuckin talkin about shit and..”
Ian stood up from his bed. “Fine! You won’t fucking leave me alone then stay
here. I don’t care just stop talking to me.” He ran out of his room and down
the stairs.
“Fuckin great” he shouted to the empty room kicking the frame of the bed. He
took a deep breath and walked out of the door slamming it behind him. He walked
down the stairs to see Ian sitting on the couch with his knees pulled under him
and the controller back in his hand. He wanted to say something but knew
better. Kid was out of his room so that was somethin. He would take it. He
walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge, popping the tab. He
pulled a smoke from his pack and made his way to the table sitting down and
propping his feet up on an empty chair. He sat there for about 20 minutes
before the silence was too much to handle so he grabbed his headphones from his
pocket, plugged them into his phone and shoved them in his ears. He put on
Doubt by Twenty One Pilots and sank back in his chair. Fuck Ian. Stupid fuckin
kid with his stupid freckled face sitting there lookin all fuckin cute. Kid
didn’t have to do fuckin anything, he was literally staring at the TV clicking
away at buttons on his stupid controller and he couldn’t keep his eyes of him.
He took a long swig of his beer and a puff of his smoke before putting the song
on repeat. FUCK EVERYTHING!
Ian glanced out of the corner of his eye at his boyfriend...were they still
boyfriends? Yea they were, unlike Mickey he meant what he said. He loved his
stupid boyfriend and wanted to be with him forever. He made him feel special
and they could spend hours just talking or listening to music, it was perfect.
He was a jerk though and he needed to say sorry. He didn’t feel bad Mickey was
sulking in the kitchen, serves him right. He turned his full attention back to
his game. He didn’t look at Mickey when he asked him to answer the door or when
he tried to hand him his box of wings. He loved hot wings, Mickey knew this. He
was trying to make up but it wasn’t gonna work. He ignored the older boy when
he set his food and a soda down in front of him. The only thing he did that was
even close to acknowledgement was grab his food and move to the chair when
Mickey tried to sit by him. They ate their food in silence. He could feel
Mickey staring at him and after about an hour he was losing his will not to get
up and sit in his lap. He wanted so badly for him to hold him and kiss him,
tell him things were ok and that he really did love him but until he apologized
none of that mattered. He finished his food and stood up walking to the TV to
turn off the game.
“What are you doin? You done already it’s only 8:30.”
He rolled his eyes and put up his controller before walking to the kitchen to
throw away his trash. He grabbed handful of oreos from the box on the counter
and another soda from the fridge before heading to go back upstairs. Fuck it.
He turned around and grabbed the box, he was the only one who ate them anyway.
He was gonna watch Youtube videos, eat cookies and try not to think about how
much he wanted to not be doing it alone.
**
Mickey sat downstairs with his music full blast staring at the ceiling. Was Ian
gonna ignore him all weekend? He wanted him to apologize but..he thought about
it. He was 15 and a freshman in highschool about to be a sophomore. Ian was 12
and in 7th grade fuckin middle school. That already made him a little queasy,
the fact that they got together when he was 11 made it worse. What the fuck was
he thinking? He was in it now, he loved the kid, age gap or not but no fuckin
way people would understand. Fiona? Yea right. She would flip shit and think
she hired a fuckin pedophile to babysit her little brother. He’d be lucky with
that, she could go as far as callin the police. Holy fuck the police..why did
that never cross his mind? It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t choose to know about
this shit. He didn’t always have a crush on Ian not really but one day he just
noticed his smile more and his laugh made him feel warm inside. It wasn’t just
about sex which is the only thing people will think. Yea he wasn’t gonna fuckin
apologize, are you kidding? Ian needed to shut his mouth and learn to keep it
shut or yea love or not they would have to break up. It’s not that he would
really do it because he didn’t think he could but people would make them. Ugh
he shivered and smacked his forehead. Fuckin idiot! This was all his fault Ian
was right about that. Would he take it back…..no. He would do it again if he
had a do over. That’s not the point though. The point is Ian knows he can get
in trouble, he has made that abundantly clear but still, STILL he keeps trying
to get him to tell people. He could fuckin be mad, ignore him whatever. Not his
problem kid couldn’t get the picture. He closed his eyes and let the music
clear his mind until he drifted to sleep.
********
I want you all to find something, anything over the weekend and sketch it.
Don't look at the paper. The exercise is called blind contour. Don’t be afraid
to make mistakes just envision the paper and I promise you will be surprised.
Finally the bell rang. Mickey rolled his eyes and closed the cover on his
sketchbook. Usually he loved art class but right now his teachers voice was
grating on his brain like nails scraping a chalkboard as the need for nicotine
made his skin crawl.
Fucking Gallagher.
Stupid kid was still, STILL fuckin ignoring him. Little fucker was giving him
the silent treatment. Ian hadn’t broken up with him..he didn’t think… he
wouldn’t just not tell him if he did. That made it so much fuckin worse though
because now he was pining over his fuckin 12yr old boyfriend. It had been
what...2 weeks now? No sex, no talking except the occasional hi and whatever
forced fuckin conversation Fiona or Mandy were able to squeeze from them. Ian
was ignoring his calls and his texts. Why did he even have a fuckin phone? He
didn’t realize how much he needed the communication, how much Ian’s presence in
his life impacted his day to day routine but fuck. Here he was in his favorite
class ready to punch out his teacher and throw his sketchbook on the floor
because a certain redhead was acting like he didn’t exist anymore. Ian was the
only one who made him feel anything and with him giving the cold shoulder he
was going crazy. He NEEDED him.
The week went on forever, it was hard for him to stay focused and not let his
thoughts wander over to freckled skin and green eyes. Today was Friday which
would normally be a relief but not recently. Friday meant babysitting. He
babysat the rest of the week but only a few hours. The weekend he stayed over
usually. Lucky for him Fiona only needed a sitter for tonight instead of the
whole fuckin weekend.
He gathered up his things and made his way out of the classroom walking swiftly
down the hall past the sea of unknown voices and fake smiles. The cool breeze
against his face was welcoming as he walked out the school doors and over to
the smoke pit. He could already see a few people gathered around puffing on
their vape pens or blowing thick clouds of cigarette smoke. On rare occasion
the smell of weed would linger amongst the other aromas, too bad today wasn’t
one of them. He walked over to the chain link fence and pressed his back
against it before pulling out his smokes, his lighter, and lastly his phone.
School was almost over for him so Ian should be heading home by now. He got out
an hour before him. He thought about texting him this morning, then again at
lunch, but resisted the urge. He stared into the screen, scanning the number
for a few moments before rolling his eyes and pocketing the phone once more.
His smoke burned orange as he took in a deep drag and silently stared out
across the parking lot.
Ian was bein a baby pure and simple. It was his fault for chosing to date the
fuckin kid but what was he supposed to do? Love is love and all that stupid
sappy shit. He sucked in his bottom lip and lightly nodded his head along with
the voices in his mind as they scolded him. These were the voices that reminded
him he was a terrible person and that what he was doing was wrong. The ones
that told him he was tainted and didn’t deserve love, he didn’t deserve Ian. He
was an asshole and Ian was pure and innocent. He tilted his head back against
the cool metal of the fence as his eyes trailed lazily over the puffy clouds in
the sky. He had to squint to make try and make out the shapes because of the
brightness from the sun but he could still see what looked like a cat or maybe
a horse. Who knows, who cares. He took one final drag then flicked the
remaining cigarette to the asphalt. He rubbed his nose and told the voices to
shut up as he slung his bag over his shoulder. He was about to start across the
parking lot when he saw his friends making their way over to him.
Aaron pulled out a smoke as he approached and leaned on the fence next to him
snagging his lighter from his hand. “Yo Mick. We still on for tonight?”
“Yup” he replied shortly.
Brad furrowed his brow and walked around to his front arching his brow at him
disapprovingly.
“The fuck are you lookin at?” he snapped. Fuckin idiots.
“You bro. Enough of this emo crap. What crawled up your ass and died?”
“Yea” Aaron added crossing his arms “You’ve been in a shitty mood since your
fucking birthday dude. It’s annoying.”
“Well forgive the fuck outta me assholes, didn’t know I had to schedule my
moods to fit your fuckin schedule.”
“See” Brad shook his head and looked over at his friend “What you got girl
troubles or somethin?”
He rolled his eyes and let out a small laugh. “Unbelievable” he muttered.
Before he had a chance to reply any further Aaron slapped his friend in the
shoulder.
“Oh yea..I mean guy problems?”
He raised his hand to his head, pressing his thumbs into his temples trying to
sooth away the headache threatening to take over. “You really need to just stop
talkin man.”
Aaron took a drag of his smoke then extended it to his friend. He turned to
Mickey resting his elbow against the fence. “Guy problems then. Fuck him Mick.
That’s not..I mean you probably do. I mean I don’t know what you do. It doesn’t
matter really.”
Mickey stared with wide angry eyes at his blabbering friend. Aaron clearly knew
he was fucking up but couldn’t seem to stop the shit from falling from his
mouth “Are you seriously goin there right now?”
Aaron averted his eyes and quickly stopped talking. Brad walked over to him and
passed back the now dwindling cigarette. “So wanna meet like 7:45 then we can
grub and make the 9pm showing.”
He shrugged his shoulders because of fucking course. The universe was just
giving him a big fuck you everywhere he turned. He had to fuckin
babysit...wait. This was perfect. If he took Ian out with his friends he
wouldn’t have to say sorry and Ian would just forgive him. Who knows maybe he
could get a blowjob out of it if he played his cards right. No...fuck that
noise.
He was done tiptoeing. Ian was his boyfriend dammit, he was younger than him
too so this little game he was playing was over.
“Yea sounds good.” He pulled out his phone and sent a text with the address to
Aaron. “That’s where I’ll be.” He put his phone away and snatched the smoke
from his friends hands taking the final drag and tossing it behind him before
he walked inside.
******
“No” Ian yelled at his sister. “I’m not doing it and you can’t make me. You’re
not my fucking mother alright so stop acting like you are.”
Fiona took a deep breath trying her best to remain composed. She could tell her
little brother was upset but he had been acting out all week. Usually he would
throw a fit here and there but with her he behaved. Everyone always told her
how much he misbehaved and how hard to handle he was but she knew it was
because he wanted her. Until she found Mickey it was one sitter after another.
“You can’t talk to me like that Ian. You’re goin and that’s the end of
discussion.” Mike had invited her and the kids to spend the weekend with his
family on the Yacht.
“I’m NOT GOING!” He kicked the corner of the couch. “It’s stupid and boring
Fiona. What am I even supposed to do on a stupid boat?”
“Maybe spend time with your family..”
“Ughhh” he wiped his hand across his forehead in frustration “They’re babies.
I’m an adult.”
Fiona raised her brow and was about to tell her brother he was acting like a
baby when the bell rang.
“Fucking great” he scoffed and rolled his eyes.
She looked over to her brother Lip who was shaking his head.
“Don’t look at me, told you already. You spoil him, no surprise he doesn’t
respect you.”
“Shut up” she replied opening the door. Mickey was standing there staring at
his phone with one headphone in. She left the door open and walked away from
the oblivious teenager back over to her brother. “Sweetface, you’ll have fun I
promise.”
He glanced over at Mickey who was still standing in the doorway not attempting
to even look at him. God he was a douche! “You know what? You all suck. ALL of
you” he shouted earning a slight tilt upwards from Mickey’s head. “Just let me
live my life and...and fuck off!” he ran for the back door and slammed it
behind him. He didn’t stop running until he was safely down the stairs and
hidden behind the van. Why did his sister even want him to come? She was never
there anyway. He saw Mickey more than he saw her so why was she pretending to
care about him now?
“What was that all about?” Mickey hung up his jacket and casually pulled the
headphone from his ear.
“Just Ian being a spoiled brat as usual” Lip replied.
Mickey nodded his head trying to appear impartial when he really wanted to
punch Lip in the face. Guy was cool and all but he knew nothing about Ian, only
what he saw on the rare occasions he was actually around.
“I don’t know what to do with him” Fiona sighed as she walked over to Mickey
with a beer. She pursed her lips in thought as she twisted of the top and
brought the bottle to her lips. “This last week he’s just fighting me on
everything.” She looked up at Mickey and had second thoughts about her date.
“You know what Mickey, thank you for comin over but I think I’m gonna stay in
tonight.”
“Really Fi? You’re gonna let him do this?”
“He’s upset Lip, what am I supposed to do?”
Mickey rubbed at his nose and leaned against the wall crossing his arms “You
gonna tell me what’s goin on here?”
“Mike invited us to a family weekend on his Yacht” Fiona paused “His whole
family is going to be there but Ian doesn’t want to go.”
“Isn’t Mike’s family old as fuck?”
She laughed “His parents are old yea but everyone else is like mid 20’s. He’s
got one cousin who’s 45 but..”
“No wonder the kid doesn’t want to go. Shit sounds boring as fuck. Not like he
can sip champagne and whatever bougie shit you guys have planned.”
“Well..” she looked over to her brother who shrugged his shoulders and took a
drag from his cigarette. “What do you think I should do then hmm?”
“I mean if it was me i’d let him bring a friend” he replied reaching into his
hoodie and pulling out his pack of smokes. He stuck one between his lips and
lit it taking a long drag. “At least then they could be fuckin bored together.”
Fiona’s eyes went round and lit up with excitement. “What? What I say?”
“That’s it Mickey thank you!”
“Wait what?”
“You should come with us. Oh Ian would love that!”
He licked his lips before taking another drag. Not how he saw himself spending
the weekend but could be fun. Him, Ian, the lake. “I’m down. I’ma go tell Ian.”
Fiona let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you soo much MIckey. You can just
consider it a full weekend then.” She reached into her purse and pulled out
75$.
“I said he needed to bring a friend, not a sitter” he replied snatching the
money and shoving it in his pocket. “Not doin it for the money.” He took a
final drag off his smoke and walked over to the table where Lip was sitting
looking at him like he was trying to read him. “What are you starin at man?”
“Nothing just glad Ian has a friend. Kid can be a handful but now we get to
share the burden.”
Wow. Burden? You fuckin serious right now? “Yea whatever you say” he scoffed
and headed to the back door. He closed it softly behind him as not to spook his
wayward boyfriend from whatever spot he was hiding.
He could faintly hear music coming from behind the van. It was that annoying
music that played in the background of games, so he was not surprised when he
walked around the bumper and saw the little redhead sitting on the ground with
his eyes glued to a screen filled with bright colors.
“You alright man?”
Ian looked up to see Mickey staring down at him. Stupid jerk still hadn’t
apologized. He was happy he wasn’t watching him all week because he didn’t want
to see his stupid face. “No thanks to you” he responded shortly returning his
focus back to the screen.
“Hmm.” he hummed then crossed his arms and leaned against the side panel “You
still pissed off babe it’s been like 2 weeks.”
“Are you for reals Mickey” he jumped up from the ground. “Just..”
“What hmm?” he questioned pushing himself off the van and walking to his
boyfriend. “Just what Ian? Leave you alone? Go away.” He walked closer to the
younger boy until Ian’s back was against the van. “That really what you want?”
Ian averted his eyes then quickly looked back into the blue ones staring him
down. “I don’t want to talk to you unless you say sorry. You can’t..”
“Stop” he raised his hand to silence his boyfriend. “I’m tired of this shit
Gallagher. You breakin up with me?”
Ian’s eyes widened at the question because NO. “No I..”
“So then what? You like bein a fuckin baby, whining and moping all over the
place cause that’s all you’re doin right now.” He tilted his head and pulled
his lips to the side clicking his tongue. “It’s really kinda annoying to be
honest.” Ian’s face fell at his words and he knew he had his in. The boys
newfound look of defiance was replaced with a more familiar look of submission.
Keep going.
“You ever stop and think how I feel?” He placed his hand against the van and
leaned forward so their faces were inches from touching. “I miss you” he said
softly raising his other hand to brush Ian’s hair from his face.
“Don’t” Ian pushed Mickey’s hand from his face. “If you miss me you would
apologize. You would..”
“For fuck sake Gallagher” he snapped. “Get that stupid shit outta your head
cause it aint fuckin happenin.”
“Stop it Mickey. You can’t yell at me cause I didn’t do anything you did” he
shouted pushing the older boy away. “You said you were gonna break up with
me..again! So say you’re sorry or I’m gonna go back inside.”
Mickey let out a small laugh and rolled his eyes as he approached his boyfriend
again.. He was done with the silent treatment, done with the cold shoulder, and
so fucking done with the lack of sex.
“No” he said firmly.
“Fine then..”
“No!” He pushed Ian up against the van and held his arms. “You’re not gonna
leave until this shit is done.”
“Mickey..”
“Why you gotta make this hard?” He pushed his body against Ian’s pressing his
back into the van. “I just want to love you, why won’t you let me.” Ian’s eyes
were moving between his own and the ground frantically as if he was searching
for what to say. Poor kid was tongue tied. “Do you even want to be with me?”
He looked up and pouted his lip, he could feel his eyes start to water. He
didn’t like this at all. Mickey was being really intense and he didn’t know how
to handle it. “Yeeess” he whined breaking down. “I love you Mickey. I don’t get
why it has to be a seeecret”
“It just does.”
“But”
“Shut up” he cautioned as he let go of Ian’s arms and slowly moved his hands
down to cup Ian’s ass. “I don’t want to lose you” he nipped lightly at Ian’s
ear. “I want to be with you forever baby, wanna” he reached down and curled his
fingers under Ian’s pants. He could hear the younger boys breathing intensify
and new it was working. Ian could play hard to get all he wanted but they both
knew how this was gonna end. “Wanna touch you, and taste you” he purred before
sucking soft skin into his mouth and inching his fingers underneath the cotton
fabric of Ian’s boxers.
“Hmph” Ian groaned as he leaned his head back against the side of the van.
“Mick you can’t just..”
“Can’t what Gallagher hmm? Do this?” He wrapped his fingers tightly around his
boyfriends hard dick and started stroking him with intention. He lifted his
head and stared hungrily into big green eyes. “You said you wanna be with me,
you said you love me..”
“Mm y..yes” he stammered as skilled hands worked his shaft. “I do love you
Mickey.”
“That’s right baby so then listen to me m..kay.” He rubbed a small circle over
Ian’s tip with the pad of his fingers lazily “I know what’s best for us.” He
dropped down to his knees and looked up at his boyfriend before parting his
lips and taking him in.
“Shit” Ian gasped, before he could get used to the feeling Mickey lifted his
head.
“Understand?”
“Uh huh..”
“Good. You gonna apologize for ignoring me for the last 2 fuckin weeks?”
“I..you” He was feeling caught off guard by the question. Really it had been 2
weeks? He didn’t think it would go on that long but Mickey was being a jerk
wasn’t he? He looked down at his boyfriend. “No i’m”
“Wait” he raised his brow. “So you’re not sorry for ignorin me?” He sucked his
bottom lip through his teeth. “You’re not fuckin sorry for actin like I don’t
exist?”
“Mickey I do”
“No Ian. That’s bullshit” he huffed letting go of his boyfriends dick and
sitting back on his knees. “What makes you think that shit’s ok? 2 weeks of not
knowin what the fuck you’re thinkin, if you even love me anymore.”
Wow. Mickey was right. That was pretty mean, he didn’t have to ignore him..he
would have apologized eventually right. He always did for the most part. “I’m
sorry Mick” he said softly.
“What’s that mumbles?”
“I..I’m sorry ok. Don’t be mad at me please.” He reached out and touched his
boyfriends shoulder.
There it is. His lips turned up into a satisfied smile as he stood up from the
ground.“I couldn’t stay mad at you if I tried freckles” He brushed his lips
against Ian’s softly before sucking his top lip between his teeth. Ian wrapped
his arms around him pulling him deeper into the kiss.
“Mm.. fuck you’re sexy” he groaned as his hands pushed Ian’s pants down so that
the rest on his knees. “Sexy, soft..fuckin perfect”
Ian took in the words like a sponge eagerly soaking up as much praise and
affection as he could. It wasn’t until Mickey was actually touching him that he
realized he was craving the older boy. All of him.
Ian was kissing him frantically, almost like he feared he wouldn’t get another
chance. He undid his own jeans pulling them down then looked deep into big
green eyes. “Turn around” he demanded his voice barely above a whisper.
Without hesitation Ian turned around and he felt his boyfriend spread open his
cheeks. “What if people see?”
“don’t worry bout that.” He was certain nobody cared they were outside. He
expected to see a leprechaun over Lip or Fiona coming out to look for them. He
lifted his finger to Ian’s mouth and stared expectantly.
“What?”
“You got lube?”
Ian shook his head because why would he. “No”
Mickey raised a brow and his eyes went wide “then..” he ran his finger over
Ian’s bottom lip “open up.” Ian slowly opened his mouth taking his finger into
it.
“Shit” he gasped as the boys wet tongue moved around his finger. He missed that
mouth. “Mm” he purred “Gonna fuck you so good.” He pulled his finger past small
pink lips and lowered his hand spreading Ian’s cheeks apart even more apart
before pressing his saliva coated finger against his tight entrance and pushing
in.
“Ah” Ian winced and goosebumps spread down his arms.
“Relax, you know it gets better. Just been too long.” He pressed in further as
he leaned over the younger boy. “Too fuckin long” he groaned nipping at
freckled skin causing Ian to unclench his body and his finger to slide into
home. “Jesus Ian. So fuckin tight.” he swirled his finger around causing his
boyfriend to gasp.
“You missed that didn’t you?”
“Mmhmm” he mewled lost to Mickey’s touch. “Missed you”
“Not gonna do this again are you?”
“I uh..I already s..said”
He turned his hand and started rubbing back and forth “Say it again.”
“N..no ok. I’m s..sorry” he put his hands up against the van to steady himself
and his knees suddenly felt like noodles. “Pleease” he whispered against the
cool metal.
He pulled out his fingers and reached down for his dick clumsily pushing it
between the supple globes of his boyfriends ass. He felt the tip sink in and
almost lost it right there. “Hoooly fuuck” He grabbed Ian’s shoulder with one
hand then braced himself against the van with the other before thrusting into
tight heat for the first time in what seemed like eternity.
“Uh M..mickey”
Fuck... that sound. His name coming from baby soft lips, from his perfect
boyfriends mouth. He lived for that sound. He started to move faster pressing
Ian against the van and himself against Ian. His head rest in the comfortable
crevice of Ian’s shoulder where he could lick and suck as he fucked into his
perfect hole. “Mm love you baby. Fuckin love you so much” he panted feeling his
body tingle. It had been so long he wasn’t surprised but still slightly
disappointed. He reached down and grasped Ian’s dick .
“Mickey..m..mickey” he chanted with his eyes squeezed shut as everything seemed
to come to a stop. He felt a warmth rush through his body.
Ian clenching around him was all it took. He came hard filling up his boyfriend
causing the younger boy to let out a delicious groan and cum all over his hand.
He pulled out and abruptly flipped the younger boy around. “I really did miss
you” he said as he tried to catch his breath. He pressed a sweaty kiss on Ian’s
forehead then reached down to pull up his pants. He pulled out his phone, it
was 7. Fiona should be leaving any minute. “We better go inside.”
“Fuck that” he scoffed as he buttoned his jeans. “I don’t wanna see Fiona or
her stupid boyfriend.”
MIckey grabbed his boyfriend and draped his arm over his shoulder. “You need to
knock that shit off” he said firmly. Ian looked at him with a furrowed brow.
“Look Freckles. Give your sister a break alright. At least she tries.”
Ian pulled away. “She tries? She has to make time for me cause she spends it
all with him. How is that my fault?
He pulled Ian back into him and grabbed his chin so he was looking in his eyes.
“It’s not. It’s their loss Gallagher m..kay. You’re perfect, remember that.”
Ian blushed at his boyfriends words. Mickey really could be so sweet sometimes.
“I don’t wanna go Mick. His family is so ugh. All they do is drink wine and eat
weird food. There’s literally nothing to do.”
“You can do me” he said with a devious grin.
Ian shoved his boyfriend away “Shut up” he quirked his brow “What do you mean?”
They were almost to the top of the stairs and his arm was still wrapped
securely around the younger boy. “Oh right, I forgot to tell you. Fiona invited
me to come along. Figured you’d want the company.”
“Oh my GOD! You’re serious?”
“Mmm hmm.”
He pushed passed his boyfriend into the house to see his brother had gone and
his sister was gathering up her things. “Is it true Fi?” He ran over to his
sister who was standing by the door shoving things in her purse. “Is Mickey
coming with us?”
“Only if you want him too.”
“Uh duh” he scoffed and rolled his eyes. He was about to say something else
when Mickey draped his arm over him again.
“Aye Freckles. You got somethin else to say?”
He turned to look at his boyfriend then up to his sister before scratching
behind his neck. “Uh yea...sorry for saying that stuff earlier. I was just
mad.”
“I know sweetface” Fiona smiled. “I don’t know what’s goin on but I’m here if
you need to talk ok.”
Ian swallowed thickly because it didn’t matter, he couldn’t talk about
it..ever. “Thanks Fi.” His sister gave his a warm hug then looked over to the
window.
“Well boys, Mike is here.” She looked over to Mickey. “We’re leaving around
10am so don’t forget to pack.”
“Sure thing” Mickey replied. Fiona waved goodbye to both of them then left out
the door.
He turned to his boyfriend and pulled him in close “Come on. Let’s go take a
shower.”
“K”
**
He dried off his hair and walked into Ian’s room to see his boyfriend putting
on his pajamas. “Mm nope. Get your ass dressed man.”
Ian looked at his boyfriend with confusion. “It’s almost 8pm, time to order
Chinese and watch a movie..”
“Close but without the Chinese or the pretend theater.” Ian folded his arms and
took in a deep breath. He could tell the boy was getting annoyed at his lack of
description. He was about to explain when the doorbell rang. “Just get dressed
and meet me downstairs.” He walked out of the room and hurried down the stairs
to the front door.
“Yo Milkovich” Brad greeted when he opened the door. “You ready or what?”
“Where’s Aaron?”
Brad turned around and peered over the porch “His slow ass is still back there.
We gotta hurry though the next train comes in like 20 minutes.”
He ushered his friend inside and grabbed his jacket from the back of the door.
Fuck. he needed to take a piss. “I’ll be right back” he walked off to the
kitchen.
“Ughhh Mick I really just want Chineeeese” Ian whined as he made his way down
the stairs. “We could…” he paused in mid stride when he saw the intruder in the
doorway. It was Mickey’s friend from his birthday.
“Why are you here?” He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against the
bannister.
“Us grown ups are gonna go get some grub and see a scary movie” Brad looked at
his phone. “Isn’t it passed your bedtime anyways kid?”
Kid. Kid.. KID! He hated that shit. “First, my name’s Ian not fucking kid and
second for your information I don’t have a bedtime.”
“Whoa sounds like someone’s cranky. Little baby forget to take his nap.”
“You know what go fuck yourself” he snapped furrowing his brow. “You can’t be
mean to me in my own house. Those are the rules.”
“Jesus Brad, getting bossed around by crybaby himself” Aaron laughed as he
stepped in the house. “Where’s Mick?”
“Bathroom” Brad replied.
“You guys should just leave. Mickey doesn’t even like you, you’re mean and
stupid. He’s too cool for you.” The two morons looked between each other then
back at him and started laughing.
“What?” he cried. “Why are you guys laughing, it’s not funny!”
“But it is. Cry baby has a crush” Brad slapped his leg and brought his hand to
his mouth “That’s funny bro. Pretty sure he’s too cool for you not us.”
“Yea he’s your babysitter not your friend big difference” Aaron replied.
“No that’s not...” he paused as two boys stared him down. Don’t cry, don’t cry
don’t “Just leave me alone” he sniffled. Fuck.
“Aye!” Mickey shouted walking into the living room. He looked over at his
boyfriend whose eyes were glassy and face was a bright shade of red. Nope. “The
fuck did you guys do?” He reached out and grabbed Ian pulling him into a hug.
“What did they say to you?”
Ian looked over his shoulder at the surprised faces of Mickey's stupid friends.
“They s..said you’re not really my friend and that I’m a cry baby and..”
He put his hand up silencing his boyfriend then turned to his friends. “What I
tell you guys hmm? Ian’s cool, so leave him alone.”
Brad scoffed “You can’t be..”
“Yea I’m fuckin serious. Leave him the fuck alone or I’m gonna rearrange your
face and then we’ll see who the fuckin crybaby is.” He stepped up to Brad and
looked between his friends daring them to say something.
“Chill bro. Didn’t know you were tight.” Brad conceded. “It’s all good kid.”
Ian had to fight the overwhelming urge to jump on his boyfriend and knock him
backwards onto the couch. Mickey stood up for him, hugged him even. It wasn’t
him saying they were dating but it was something.
“Can we move the fuck on and go get some food now?” Mickey zipped up his jacket
and walked to the door. His friends nodded and followed behind. He started to
close the door when he noticed Ian was still leaning against the wall. Fuckin
kid needed a full breakdown or what? “Come on Freckles. We gotta make this
train.”
“Wait? You want me to come? Brad said it was an adult movie.”
He walked over and wrapped his arm over his boyfriend's shoulder. “It is, but
we’re sneakin in so that doesn’t fuckin matter.” He kissed Ian quickly on his
cheek. “Come on”
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