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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shameless_(US)
  Relationship:
      Ian_Gallagher/Mickey_Milkovich
  Character:
      Ian_Gallagher, Mickey_Milkovich, Mandy_Milkovich, Lip_Gallagher, Original
      Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Ian_Gallagher_-_Freeform, Mickey_Milkovich_-_Freeform, Top_Ian_Gallagher,
      Bottom_Mickey_Milkovich, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Sports, Angst
      and_Fluff_and_Smut, Secret_Relationship, Jealous_Mickey_Milkovich,
      Bullying, Ian_Gallagher_and_Mandy_Milkovich_are_Best_Friends, Sad_Ian
      Gallagher, Drugs, Alcohol, Anal, Eventual_Happy_Ending
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-30 Updated: 2018-03-18 Chapters: 7/? Words: 22155
****** When You're High ******
by Jessica92
Summary
     Ian's not the most popular person at his high school. He has a few
     close friends and his brother. He also has a massive crush on Mickey
     Milkovich star pitcher of his school's baseball team. Mickey is hot,
     rich, popular, and completey out of his league according to everyone.
     Ian would never have predicted Mickey would leave his number on a
     bill one night. They have been hooking up on the DL and Ian is trying
     to convince himself that's ok. Ian wants more. Mickey only wants him
     when he's high.
Notes
     I have been working on this fic for some time. It has a while to go
     but I wanted to share it now. This fic is for my bestie aromance91.
     You're the best! I <3 you. This fic is inspired by the song Why'd You
     Only Call Me When You're High by Arctic Monkeys. I hope you like it.
     Comments and kudos appreciated :)
***** Crush *****
“You’re staring again”
“Fuck off no I’m not” Ian blushes bowing his head knowing he’d been caught.
“Dude you so are. Every fuckin lunch I find you staring at Mickey Milkovich.
Pining after him like some bitch”
Ian only flipped off his friend and took a bite of his burger. Ian and Nate
have been friends since the sixth grade. He was his best friend but sometimes
he was annoying as fuck. One of his favorite things to do was tease Ian about
his crush on the senior. Ian looked over at Mickey sitting with his group of
friends. Mickey was popular. He was star pitcher of the baseball team. Baseball
was the highschool’s main sport. Their football team was shit, soccer was a
joke, and the basketball team hasn’t won a game since 2001. The baseball team
was terrible until Mickey started his sophomore year. He could throw a perfect
game, striking out every person on the other team. Ian has had a crush on him
since eighth grade. His brother Lip was in the same class as Mickey which is
how he saw him for the first time. The two used to hang out until Mickey joined
the baseball team. He would tag along sometimes but the older boy saw him as
Lip’s kid brother. That didn’t deter him. When he finally moved into ninth
grade he was more than excited. Being in highschool gave him the opportunity to
spend more time with Mickey even if he was a grade above him. Unfortunately
that wasn’t what happened. Ian wasn’t exactly what you call popular. He mostly
hung out with Nate and Lip. Mickey on the other hand was the opposite. He was
very popular since joining the baseball team. He would sit outside at the lunch
tables constantly surrounded by people. Ian wasn’t his only admirer either.
There were other guys in school who threw themselves at Mickey. Everyone knew
the star pitcher was gay but it was also well known he didn’t date. That
doesn’t mean he didn’t fuck around but that was it.
“Ian, yo earth to Ian” Nate was waving his hand in front of his face breaking
Ian from his intense gaze. “You really gotta stop fucking staring man” Nate
tried to keep him grounded. At one point in time he developed a crush on his
best friend. He was attractive with his blond surfer dude haircut and hazel
eyes. Nate was about two inches taller than him and he had a nice body. The
crush was short lived and totally one sided. Nate was straight as can be and
was in love with Tessa. She hung around Mickey and his sister Mandy. So again
out of their league.
“What up assholes?” Lip slammed his tray on the table sitting with the two
friends “Anyone else think this lunch looks like dog food. I swear to god the
lunch lady is trying to kill us” he pulled out a cigarette deciding it would be
his meal.
“I think it tastes pretty good”
“Of fucking course you do Nate. You’ll eat anything. You’d probably eat fuckin
dog food if it was given to you” Lip lit his cigarette then handed one to the
other boys. “Just don’t let campus security catch you smoking. I’m damn good at
hiding my little vice. I’ve gone four years without those fat motherfuckers
bugging me. I’ll be fuckin pissed if they bring down the hammer on the whole
thing cause of you two” he looked over to see Ian staring across the courtyard.
“Jesus fucking christ Ian you’re lucky you don’t burn a hole in Mickey as much
as you stare” Lip teased slapping his brother’s shoulder to get his attention.
“Alright jesus” he averted his gaze from the brunette bombshell. He lit his
cigarette hoping that the nicotine might distract him from his racing heart.
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“Carrot top is staring again” Mickey looked over and sure enough Ian dropped
his eyes quickly pretending to be interested in his burger.
“Yea so what’s your fuckin point Zeke? A lot of guys stare at me” Mickey took a
puff of his cigarette watching the redhead.
“My point Mick is that he needs to understand his place. Kid’s a loser. He’s
not even in the same league as you. Plus his brother is such a douchebag”
“Ha you’re one to fuckin talk” Zeke was Mickey’s best friend. He’s a total tool
but they have been friends since forever. He has gotten used to Zeke’s douchey
behavior. For the most part he shrugged his comments off or put him in his
place if needed. He could deal with Zeke cause he knew he could be an asshole.
They were basically two peas in a pod as gay as that sounds. One douchebag and
an asshole, best friends until the end. Zeke was Hawaiian. He had a beautiful
brown complexion, toned body, brown eyes, and a fauxhawk to top it all off. He
was hot. Mickey couldn’t deny that but he was not attracted to him at all.
That’s a good thing too cause he didn’t think Mandy would appreciate him ogling
her boyfriend. Ian on the other hand he was attracted to. He didn’t date
though. Shit like that only led to broken hearts and psycho exs. That kinda
stuff only got in the way and he was trying to get a baseball scholarship. His
grades were only subpar so he needed to be the best to get recruiter by a
scout. Baseball was his passion as well as his escape. His dad wasn’t what you
could call a loving father. In fact Terry despised his faggot son as he liked
to call him. Only reason he avoids beatings is cause his brothers help protect
him. Terry also travels all the time for work. He is a marketing executive for
Toyota. He was gone more than he was home and that was fine by him. His
brothers Colin and Iggy were dealers which was awesome cause the house was
forever stocked with weed. Every once in a while Mickey liked to do a line or
two. He first tried coke when he was 14. His brothers were having a party when
his dad was out and they let him try. It was such a fuckin rush. Gaves him a
shit ton of energy but the come down was a bitch. Coke is great but he has seen
enough addicts to know to moderate himself.
“Dil-hole” Mandy greeted her brother with a light smack against his head.
“Lovebug” she coos sitting next to Zeke pursing her lips awaiting a kiss. He
kissed her like nobody was watching when in fact it’s highschool so there are a
lot of creepers.
“Fuckin hell can’t you guys try to devour each other somewhere else? I’m tryin
to fuckin eat here”
“Asshole your fucking tray is empty” Mandy snapped. “Zeke we still on for the
movies tonight?”
“Of course babe” he replied downing the rest of his soda.
“Pick me up at 8?” Zeke nodded. She turns toward her brother “Zeke’s taking me
to the drive in tonight”
“Isn’t that nice. Try not to get knocked up” Mickey said with an overly sweet
smile.
“Geez Mickey you’re such a dick” Mandy growled gathering her backpack and
purse.
“Ouch bitch words hurt” he mocked as his sister stormed off.
“Man why you gotta piss her off all the time? I’m gonna have to fuckin hear
about it later” Zeke groaned. He really wished his best friend and girlfriend
got along better. One night Mandy complained about Mickey breaking one of her
eyeshadow palates for two hours straight.
“You’re the one who decided to date the monster”
“What and I should be like you? Perpetually single?” Zeke scoffed
“Hey it’s workin out so far so good” he laughed. They have had this
conversation a million times. Zeke is a romantic. He goes all out on
valentines; makes sure to always remember birthdays and anniversaries. He is in
love with love, and for him that love means Mandy. They have been dating for a
little over two years. So Zeke couldn’t fathom why he didn’t want to date.
Mickey explained his reasoning multiple times but his best friend wouldn’t
understand. This is one of those topics where they agree to disagree. “Alright
man I gotta take a leak. Meet ya in English”
Mickey made his way through the courtyard returning all the heys and what ups
from his fellow classmates. He was almost to the main door into the school when
he walked by Ian’s table. The redhead looked up as he walked by “Gallagher” he
stated simply before opening the door.
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Ian slowly opens his eyes looking around his dark room. He looks at his clock
and it tells him it’s 1:23 am aka too fucking early. He thought he heard his
phone go off. He could check but he’s tired and doesn’t give a shit. Whoever it
was could fuck off. He snuggles under the covers and closes his eyes but hears
the ding of his phone.
“Jesus” he groans reaching for his phone, the brightness temporarily blinding
him. Sure enough the screen said he has two new messages.
Skittles (1:20): Hey
Skittles (1:24): U awake?
Ian (1:25): I am now
Skittles (1:25): I can’t sleep
Ian (1:26): Lol what u want me to do about it?
Ian waited two minutes before deciding to put his phone down and go back to
sleep. Just as he was closing his eyes there was a knock on his window. He got
up and moved his blinds his room being illuminated by moonlight. He opened his
window and smiled. Mickey Milkovich aka skittles was on the other side. Ian
nicknamed him skittles for two reasons, one Mickey loves skittles, and two it
kept people from knowing he had his number.
“Hey” Ian said softly his smile turning shy.
“Hey man you gonna let me in”
“Oh yea..of course come in” he shuffled out of the way so Mickey could climb
through the window. As soon as Mickey climbed through his window he attacked
Ian’s lips. It has been five months since they started hooking up.  He is still
amazed every time Mickey shows up at his window. Whenever they hung out
together fucking or talking, usually both it was amazing.
“Fuck Gallagher you look so hot right now” Mickey ran his hands through his
hair trying to smooth it down “Your hair man”
“Shut up” he laughed playfully pushing Mickey’s away “I was sleepin but
somebody decided to wake me up. Wonder who that could be”
“Shhh…you’re too pretty to talk” Mickey reached out and brought him against his
chest for a hard demanding kiss. He pulled back and locked eyes with Ian. Sure
enough his pupils were the size of saucers, the tall tale sign that he was high
off his ass. That was another quirk to their arrangement, Mickey was always
high. He either came over after smoking weed, sometimes he was drunk, or if he
went to a party he did coke. The fact Mickey was always high when he came to
see him didn’t ruin anything. Ian liked Mickey a lot and he would take him
however he could.
***** Can I Take Your Order? *****
Chapter Summary
     How it all started
Chapter Notes
     Hey short chapter here. Not like my other one was too long either
     lol. I'll try to make them longer but can't promise anything haha.
     This is a quick backstory of how this whole thing came together. Hope
     you like it :)
**Five months ago**
Another fucking boring shift. When Ian had decided to get a job for some reason
he thought it wouldn’t suck as much as it did. Dave and Busters was better than
working at McDonald’s but still boring. His family wasn’t poor by any means but
there were six of them. They can’t afford to pay for all of them to go to
college so he had to pay his way. His sister Fiona and her boyfriend Jimmy take
care of all his siblings. Both of his parents are not in the picture. His dad
Frank is a worthless human being who would rather spend his money on alcohol
and drugs than on his children. His mom Monica hasn’t been in their lives for a
long time. Despite not having the typical nuclear family they were happy.
Ian works about 20 hours a week usually on the weekends. So here he is on a
Friday night waiting on a bunch impatient assholes.
“Ian table four is waiting for you” his manager stated. He looked over and saw
Mickey with his posse. This was going to suck. They were all jerks that teased
him more often than not. He walked over to them and steeled himself to deal
with their special brand of bullshit.
“Hi my name is Ian and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I get you?”
“Gallagher you fuckin work here?” Zeke said laughing. The other goons in the
group were chattering amongst themselves, no doubt talking shit.
“Looks like since I’m standing here holding a notepad eagerly awaiting your
order” he snarked.
“What’d you say carrot top” Zeke said standing up
“Calm the fuck down Zeke” Mickey grabbed Zeke by his shirt pulling him down to
sit in the booth. “Kid’s just tryin to do his job”
“What can I get for you?” he gripped his notepad tighter and wrote down
everything they said. “Alright I’ll be back with your drink” he felt like
someone was watching him so he glanced over his shoulder and swore he saw
Mickey avert his eyes. Hmm weird.
“Glad you got that table full of delinquents. Better you than me” Ian just
nodded. His manager Fred was a right prick but he could deal with it. After he
put their order in he gathered up all their drinks.
“Here you go” he handed them all the drinks surprised Mickey ordered a Sierra
Mist. Figured him a dark soda kind of guy, thought he might live on caffeine.
Placing straws on the table he turned to go check on his other tables.
“Gallagher” one of Mickey’s teammate Tate called. He turned wondering what he
had to say “This isn’t what I ordered. This is Pepsi I wanted Coke”
“We don’t have Coke products. I explained that to you when you ordered it” he
tried to hide his annoyance. He had already explained this to the egghead.
“Well I want you to get me a new one” Tate said with a smile on his face. The
other guys were snickering and elbowing each other. Everyone but Mickey, he
watched Ian intently like he was trying to anticipate his reaction. The
intensity in his eyes made him squirm and lose his train of thought.
“Uh…um we don’t have Coke can I get you something else?”
“Fuck it I guess I’m stuck drinking stupid Pepsi. Take it off my bill though. I
ain’t paying for something I don’t even fuckin want”
“I’ll see what I can do” he rolled his eyes and went to check on his other
tables. The whole time he could hear the baseball jocks. They were acting like
animals. If he were a director he could record them to show the behavior of a
pack of wild douchebags. He snorted at his own joke. Sometimes you gotta make
your own fun especially when you’re at work. He went to the bathroom to relieve
himself but also to get five minutes alone. He was standing at the urinal when
he heard the door open. The only polite thing to do is keep your eyes forward.
Whoever came in is supposed to go to the other end of the urinals. Not go to
the one directly next to his.
“Damn Gallagher” Mickey whistled looking over at Ian’s dick.
“Jesus Mickey” tucking himself back in he stepped back and zipped his jeans.
Mickey smiled then zipped himself back up as well. The redhead washed his hands
then dried them. After he leaned against the door trying to escape the
responsibility waiting for him and wondering if Mickey would explain himself.
Mickey cocked his eyebrow and bit his bottom lip. He washed his hands
thoroughly “If I’d known you were fuckin packing all that”
Ian stood their flabbergasted. He felt like he was in one of his dreams except
he knew he had to be awake. Usually he was smoother in his dreams, he didn’t
just stand there like a fucking idiot. “What’s happening?”
“What do you want to happen?” Mickey question softly walking up to him almost
touching chests. Ian stared down at him. If he only moved about an itch their
lips would touch. Ian didn’t say anything. He opened his mouth a couple times
to see if something would come out but nothing did. Mickey made him incredibly
nervous and with him this close impossibly hard. A moment past before Mickey
leaned forward and Ian shut his eyes anticipating a kiss. At the last second
Mickey swerved and whispered in his ear “You’re blocking the door” he pulled
back with a smirk. Wordlessly Ian moved away from the door letting Mickey pass.
“See ya later Red”
Ian took two minutes to gather himself then left the bathroom. What the fuck
just happened in there? Mickey Milkovich blatantly flirted with him. He checked
out his dick for fuck sakes! What did this mean? Was it some joke? Were Mickey
and his friend going to laugh at him when he brought them their food? Guess he
was going to find out. Squaring his shoulder he placed all of their food on a
tray and brought it over to them. Thankfully the group didn’t pay much
attention to him at all as he gave them their food.
“Can I get you guys anything else?”
“Yea you can go the fuck away and let us eat” Dylan laughed and high fived
Tate.
“Let me know if you need anything” Ian grits his teeth and walked away. He
couldn’t get what happened with Mickey out of his head. It’s everything he ever
wanted but all twisted and confusing. Did he like him? He looked over at Mickey
who was having a grand ol' time with his friends. They were shoving each other,
laughing, and throwing French fries. Seems like they are having fun. Too bad
Ian knew they were fuckwads and he had to clean up all their thrown food. Kinda
shattered the whole hallmark scene. When it looked like they were finished he
went to collect their checks. His manager did end up taking Tate’s soda off the
bill. The customers always right and all that bullshit. After they left he went
to go get their receipts. They shocked him when he saw they aren’t terrible
tippers. They did about 20 percent which was unexpected. Ian didn’t think any
of them could actually add or subject let alone calculate percentages. One of
the receipts though made his heart stop. The receipt had Mickey’s number and a
smiley face written on it. This had to be a joke. They barely talked to each
other since he stopped hanging with Lip. Should he text it or toss it? Who the
fuck was he kidding, if there was even a chance it was real he had to take it.
The rest of his shift was spent cleaning and waiting on other customers. The
whole time the receipt felt like it weighed ten pounds. The moment he got off
work he took out his phone and texts the number. Crossing his fingers he prayed
that this wasn’t some fucked up prank. Please god let this not be some creepy
pervert.
Ian (12:04): Mickey?
Unknown (12:05): Who wants to know?
Ian (12:08): Um Ian…
Unknown (12:09): Gallagher ;)
**Now**
“Fuck that was good” Mickey panted as Ian rolled off of him. The younger man
looked over at Mickey’s sweaty face and smiled.
“Geez you’re all slimy” he said running his hand down Mickey’s chest.
“And who’s fault is that?” He smirked pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
He took a puff or two then offered it to Ian.
“Whatever Mick you woke me up” he inhaled the smoke then tried to blow it out
as attractive as possible. That failed cause he ended up choking instead. Real
smooth Ian. He could feel the blush on his cheeks as he handed the cigarette
back to Mickey. Ian looked up and down the brunette’s body locking eyes with
him. He couldn’t get over how much he liked him. “Fuck you’re beautiful” the
smile fell from Mickey’s face. Shit he did it again. He opened his mouth stupid
shit poured out and now the other boy was going to leave.
“Uh I better get out of here” he staggered out of the bed and started putting
on all his clothes.
“You don’t have to leave you know” he spoke softly knowing full well the raven
haired boy was still going to leave.
“Don’t be like that man. You fuckin know what this is” Mickey said pulling his
shirt over his head.
Ian stood up pulled on his boxers then walked over to Mickey. “Yea I know. Just
thought” he shrugged.
“Well don’t ok” Mickey leaned forward and gave him a quick peck. “See ya” Ian
couldn’t do anything but watch him climb out the window. It’s true he knew
exactly what this was and yet he couldn’t stop himself from always wanting
more.
***** BWOB *****
Chapter Summary
     Parties aren't always as fun as they seem to be...
Chapter Notes
     This chapter was supposed to be sweet but turned a tad sour. Opposite
     of Sour Patch Kids lol I'm lame
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Everyone stood up and cheered as Mickey pitched another strike out. The
opposing team’s bleachers were almost bare. Maybe if more people came to cheer
them on they wouldn’t be getting spanked the way they were. It was actually
kinda sad.
“Explain to me Ian, why are we here again?” Nate asked shoving a hot dog into
his mouth. There was mustard at the side of his mouth which he wiped off with
the back of his hand.
“You got a fuckin napkin ya know” he laughed throwing napkins in Nate’s face.
“True but my hand works so much better. Ugh baseball is fuckin boring. The
innings take forever and nobody gets hit” Nate looked over at his friend “Why’d
you make me come”
“Stop fuckin whining you baby. Where’s your school spirit?”
“School spirit right and Mickey Milkovich has nothing to do with it?”
“Shut up” Ian smirked trying to hide his blush then shoved his friend
playfully.
“Man you got it bad” Nate smiled shaking his head. He was right though.
Baseball is boring. It takes forever and makes time move at a snail’s pace. Ian
liked it when Mickey was playing though. When he saw him standing on the
pitchers mound he got butterflies. He wanted to shout to everyone that he was
with Mickey. Well technically not with him but they were fucking. Although if
he shouted he was fucking him about 65% of the people in attendance would be
jealous. He felt someone sit next to him and turned to see Lip eating cotton
candy.
“Lip nice of you to buy me cotton candy” Ian said pinching pink fluff from the
bunch. He loved cotton candy especially blue raspberry.
“Fuck off bro get your own” he blocked his treat from the thief sitting to his
left. “Damn Milkovich is killing them isn’t he. I mean he has teammates but
does he really need them?” They watched the rest of the game. Their team won of
course by four runs. By the time the game was over he went through three
bunches of cotton candy and was on a sugar rush.
“You goin to Jerry’s party?” Lip asked standing up looking at the two.
“We weren’t invited” Ian stated like his brother asked the dumbest question
ever. They were never invited to any parties. Not from lack of trying. When
they realized it though they decided it was probably for the best. Everyone who
went to those parties was fake or just plain assholes. Why try to fit in when
they were just as happy being on the outs.
“Good fuckin thing I was” Lip ran down the bleachers then stopped “Comin
douchebags” Ian looked at Nate who shrugged. Fuck it might as well go. They
both got up and followed after Lip.
 
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“Well this is fun” Nate said sitting with Ian in the corner being practically
invisible. They both had a red solo cup in their hand drinking whatever punch
was in a huge cooler. It tasted like pineapple juice, sourness, and some other
fruit. It wasn’t the best thing Ian had ever tasted but it was still pretty
good. Ian wanted to drink to the point where he didn’t feel so out of place. He
figured five drinks from now. Lip made it seem easy. He was like a chameleon
blending in to whatever environment he was thrown into. The kicker was that he
didn’t act any different wherever he was. He acted like the same arrogant
douchebag who used sarcasm as a second language and people like it. Sometimes
Ian was envious of his older brother other times he enjoyed his social status.
It all depended on the day.
 
“Why the fuck you guys sitting in the corner like a bunch of losers?” Lip said
puffing on a joint. Lip left and came back about two minutes with three shot
glasses. “Here assholes let’s do some shots” Ian took his shot and grimaced. It
was sickly sweet and kinda thick going down.
“Jesus Lip what the fuck was that?” Ian griped.
“Not sure. There was a little paper sign with fuckin paradise written on it.
What you didn’t like it?”
“I think it’s pretty good” Nate said taking a sip of his red solo cup.
“Yet again Nate you prove you have no taste”
“Fuck off Ian my taste is just more refined than yours” Nate raised his cup
pinkie up. “We gonna do some more?” he looked at the other two boys. Lip nodded
his head then looked at Ian.
“What the hell why not?” Ian raised his hand dismissively for Lip to go grab
more. Four shots later and he was feeling pleasantly buzzed. He was to the
point where every time he turned his head it was like slow motion. Finally he
wasn’t feeling totally out of place. He felt like any other drunk asshole at
this party. Lip had left him and Nate to go mingle with some of his senior
buddies.
“Man those shots were fuckin great” Nate said slightly slurring his words. He
clapped Ian on the back and started giggling like a school girl.
“Damn Nate you drunk man?” Ian eyed his friend trying to look for signs of
passing out or vomiting.
“Fuck off I’m tipsy not drunk bitch” he said sipping on his drink.
They were sitting there listening to music when Mickey walked in with his
friends. Immediately Mickey caught Ian’s attention. He looked hot as hell and
he couldn’t help but stare. Since he was buzzin he couldn’t really hide his
adoration either. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket.
Skittles (10:45): Ur starin man
Ian (10:45): Can’t help myself. U look so damn sexy
Skittles (10:48): Fuck off bitch
He scoffed and smiled to himself as he read the last message. Mickey has such a
way with words. He heard shouting over by the beer pong table. Mickey and Zeke
were playing and of fucking course they had just won. Ian’s mouth was watering
as he watched Mickey laugh and holler about winning. How could anyone look so
irresistible? He shook his cup and realized it was empty so he decided a refill
was in order.
“Gonna go get more to drink” he told Nate standing up. Nate only nodded then
went back to talking to a girl named Rachel from their class. There wasn’t much
to choose from but he was tired of drinking that sweet punch. They had
different hard liquors scattered around the table. Ian decided to go with a rum
and coke. It was still a little sweet but not to the point where it made your
teeth hurt. While he was making his drink he felt someone next to him, maybe
too close.
“Gallagher” Mickey said making Ian jump.
“Jesus Mick” he laughed.
“Why so jumpy man? Just tryin to get a drink” Mickey reached passed Ian to grab
the jack. Like every time Ian saw Mickey there was a joint hanging from his
mouth. He smoked too but it seemed that every single time he saw him outside of
school there was some type of mind altering substance in his system. It made
him wonder if any of Mickey’s feelings were real for him or if they were only
drug induced.
“Who’s jumpy” he smirked then checked out the guy before him. “Fuck” he moved
closer to Mickey the alcohol making him not care about anyone around them.
“Ian” he said softly putting his hand out and pushing Ian back. Ian stepped
back taking a deep breath and looked down not meeting Mickey’s eyes. When he
glanced back up the senior wasn’t there.
Fuck how was one stupid gesture from Mickey able to kill his buzz. He had felt
good but now he just wanted to drink more. He studies the drink in his hand.
Maybe if he drinks it fast enough then he will get his buzz back. Or he will
vomit everywhere and made a fool of himself. All of a sudden he had to pee. He
made his way to the restroom and did his business. He walked out and saw Mickey
down the hallway. Ian watched him as he opened the door into a bedroom then
vanished. A few minutes later he felt his phone buzz.
Skittles (11:37): I know u saw me. What u waiting for?
“Shit” Ian let out a stuttering breath. He knocked on the bedroom door where he
had seen Mickey go in.
“Get in here, fuck” Mickey yanked Ian into the room by his shirt then pushed
him against the door. He crushed his lips into Ian’s. It was demanding from the
start like it always was. Ian sucked on Mickey’s lip lightly pulling it through
his teeth. Mickey smoothed his tongue over Ian’s teeth until the redhead let
him in. He moved his tongue against Ian’s and gently sucked on it.
“Mmm Mick” Ian said grinding his hard on against Mickey. He trailed kisses down
Mickey’s neck nipping just under his jaw. Mickey groaned and the sound gave him
goosebumps. He grabbed his clothed ass and pulled them together. Soon their
mouths were pressed against the others their tongues moving together. Mickey
began to suck a mark into his neck. He ran his hand down Mickey’s chest then
played with the waistline of his jeans.
“Gallagher” he moaned when Ian put his hand down his pants and started
massaging his dick.
“Milkovich” Ian smirked then used the tip of his tongue licking a small stripe
over Mickey’s lips slightly brushing the tip of his nose. A smile played on
Mickey’s face before covering it up and stepping back from Ian. “Hey” he
chuckled and grabbed at his hips but the guy stepped back out of reach.
“Fuck gotta get back. Zeke’s probably fuckin lookin for me. We have next round
of beer pong” Mickey said scratching the back of his neck.
“What?” Mickey was acting like nothing had happened. Like they hadn’t been
making out and he was giving him a hand job. “Fuck Zeke. Why’d you drag me in
here hmm?” he put his hands on his hips. It didn’t make sense why would he want
him in there if they weren’t gonna fuck. He liked making out sure but Mickey
made it seem like…ugh what the fuck!
“I fuckin felt like it” Mickey stated simply.
“You felt like it. Ok so you don’t wanna fuck then?” he stalked toward Mickey
and pushed him against a dresser.
“We can’t and you fuckin know it” he side stepped around Ian and headed to the
door.
“Oh yea someone might find out can’t have that” Ian grumbled.
“Don’t be so fuckin dramatic man” Mickey walked over to him and gave him a
final peck then walked out of the room. Ian stood there for a moment trying to
calm down. He was now horny as fuck and nothing to do about it. Mickey had just
walked out on him which was bullshit because he started it! “Ugh” he shouted
then left the room. He bumped into someone when he left the room.
“Watch it carrot top” Zeke said pushing Ian to the side.
“Fuck you” he said quietly trying to walk past the jock. He felt a hand around
his arm and was flipped around.
“What the fuck did you say?” Zeke growled at Ian. He turned back around and
walked away from the guy. “Whatever Gallagher honestly who the fuck even said
you could be here? Your brother might be accepted but you never will be” Ian
stopped walking deciding what he was going to do. He could either turn around
and tell Zeke to go fuck himself or he could go home. Normally he would be down
for a verbal or physical fight but after the shit that happened with Mickey he
wasn’t in the mood. Clenching his jaw he squared his shoulders and walked away
from Zeke. He glanced to his side and noticed Mickey watching him. He had seen
the whole thing with his friend and didn’t say anything. Ian wasn’t sure why
stuff like this is starting to aggravate him more and more. He knew what this
was. They were only fucking nothing more. He sighed then decided to go find
Nate so they could leave. When he finally found his friend he was preoccupied.
Nate was on the couch making out with Rachel. Good for him. Ian smiled for his
friend’s luck wishing it was his own. He found Lip said his goodbyes, feigning
tiredness then left the party.
Later that night Ian was jolted from his sleep by a banging on his window. His
clock read 4:13am.
“What the fuck” he groaned running a hand through his hair. The banging started
up again so he pulled himself out of bed and went to his window. He pulled the
curtains out of the way and there was Mickey with a wide grin on his face. He
opened his window “What do you want? It’s fuckin four in the morning” he
whispered harshly. Mickey climbed through the window losing his footing but Ian
caught him before he could bust his face.
“Mmmm” Mickey moaned kissing up Ian’s bare chest.
“Mickey” Ian sighed as Mickey nuzzled his neck. “Mick you gotta go. I gotta
work tonight” he gripped him by the tops of Mickey’s arms and gently pushed him
back so they were face to face. He examined his eyes “What’re you on?”
“Coke, weed, and lots of alcohol” Mickey said with a goofy smile moving closer
to Ian nuzzling his neck again.
“Fuuucck wait…wait” he stepped away out of Mickey’s reach. “Why don’t you ever
say shit when Zeke fucks with me?” he locked eyes with the blue eye boy in
front of him.
“The fuck you talkin bout man?” he chuckled.
 
  
“Zeke, he’s a dick. Don’t get how you can be friends with him” he crossed his
arms and looked away from him.
“He’s just fuckin with you man. Teasing it ain’t fuckin serious” Mickey stepped
forward and ran his hand down Ian’s chest. He slipped his hand into his boxers
massaging Ian’s dick. He smiled when he felt that he was already hard. “Don’t
let him get to you alright” he kissed his neck. Ian knew they should talk. All
this hiding is beginning to eat at him. He’s tired of Mickey’s friends treating
him like dirt. He didn’t know what he expected from Mickey but he wanted him to
maybe tell his friends to fuck off. Instead of talking though he craned his
neck giving him more room. Maybe he was overreacting like Mickey said, it’s
just teasing right? Maybe he needed to get a better sense of humor? He wasn’t
sure all he knew was Mickey was on his knees pulling down his boxers.
“Mmm look at that” Mickey said looking at him with blown out pupils. He took
Ian’s dick and pumped it a few times then kissed the head. He smiled up at Ian
and took the tip into his mouth sucking on it and swirling his tongue.
“Fuck Mick” he moaned as he engulfed his dick. Mickey hadn’t been one to give
blow jobs willingly before he started fooling around with Ian. Even then it
took him a while to be comfortable with giving head. Now he seemed to love it.
He fisted his hands into the black hair and started pumping into his mouth.
Mickey gagged a few times but he didn’t complain he just pulled Ian closer by
his ass. “Get up” he pushed Mickey off his dick and pulled him up by his hair.
He pushed him roughly onto the bed and kissed him again. He didn’t think he
could ever get tired of kissing Mickey. They made out their tongues moving
around in the others mouth. They pulled off Mickey’s clothes quickly throwing
them haphazardly around the room. Ian started kissing and licking his way down
Mickey’s body. He stopped at his neck and left a few open mouth kisses then bit
down hard.
“Fuck” Mickey shouted before being shushed by Ian.
“Gotta be quiet” he smiled already seeing a mark forming from the bite. He felt
satisfaction knowing that Mickey would have visible evidence that he was there.
He got down to his cock and immediately took it all into his mouth bobbing up
and down. Mickey laced his hand into his hair. He moaned at the feeling as he
moved up and down hollowing his cheeks. Mickey was letting out soft moans
spurring Ian on. He swirled his tongue around the tip before going as far down
as he could deep throating him. He worked him and reached into his bedside
table grabbing the lube. He slicked up two fingers and gave Mickey a look
before pushing them inside. He jumped at the intrusion but Ian held him down.
Ian fucked him with his fingers and scissored them opening him up quick. It was
sloppy and a little painful but it was exactly how Mickey liked it.
“Gallagher hurry the fuck up. I’m good” Mickey pulled at Ian’s hair trying to
get his attention.
“Maybe it’s more fun to tease you” Ian laughed softly popping of his dick and
wiping off his fingers on his bedsheets. He crawled up Mickey’s body and
captured his lips again. Their make out sessions always seemed violent but
that’s how a lot of their romantic encounters are which was fine by them. He
pushed apart Mickey’s legs and lined himself up with his hole before pushing
into him in one fluid motion. Ian waited giving the guy beneath him a moment to
adjust, but only a moment. He started up a quick pace moving in and out as fast
as he could.
“Uh Gallagher…fuck” Mickey clawed at his back while Ian hammered into him. It
felt like he might of broke skin.
“Jesus uh...you feel so good” he groaned then kissed Mickey’s back before
pulling out and maneuvering him onto his hands and knees. He pushed back inside
him gripped his shoulders and pumped into him. Ian was moving his hips hard and
deep. He reached forward and grasped Mickey’s dick moving his hand over it.
Mickey was moaning uncontrollably now being way too loud. “Shh Mick fuck…too
loud” he panted.
Mickey collapsed forward his ass still in the air but his face mashed into the
bed. He was trying to stifle his moans so they didn’t wake up Ian’s family.
That’s just what they needed. His older sister and her boyfriend walking in
with her brother balls deep in his ass. “Ian…Ian uh fuck..fuck I’m close” he
kept his face mushed into the bed as he fucked himself against Ian matching his
thrusts.
“Almost there” he gripped Mickey’s hips harder and snapped against his ass. He
knew he wasn’t gonna last. “Fuuuccck” he came filling up Mickey’s ass.
“Shit” Mickey came into Ian’s hand when he felt him fill up his ass. Ian pumped
him until he was completely spent. They collapsed onto the bed trying to catch
their breath. Ian was laying on top of Mickey his stomach against his back. He
grabbed Mickey face twisting it to the side so he could give him one last
tongue filled kiss.
“Fuck that was good” Mickey said. “Just what I came for” Ian rolled off of
Mickey onto his back on the bed. They both lay there studying the other. Ian on
his back and Mickey still laying on his stomach in his mess. Ian reached
forward and ran his hand through his hair. It felt nice and he felt his eyelids
drooping. It shook him out of his afterglow. The sex was awesome but they
weren’t boyfriends and this right here was dangerously close to falling into
that category. His high was fading and now he was tired and his head hurt. It
was time to bounce. “Alright man I gotta get home. Fuckin exhausted” he sighed.
He sat up grabbed his boxer to wipe himself off. He pulled on his clothes
barely looking at Ian. He knew what he would see and it always made him feel
guilty.
“You know you don’t have to leave Mick” he looked down playing with his
fingers.
“Don’t be like that man. My head is fuckin killin me. I need sleep” he said his
words coming out harsher than he meant. His fucking head felt like it wanted to
explode and that was all he could deal with. Not the guy sitting on his bed
giving him puppy dog eyes. He never stayed so he didn’t understand why Ian kept
asking.
“Just sleep here I’ll get you some Tylenol. I got weed to help with the come
down” Ian got up and stood in front of him cupping his cheek in his hand.
“Stay. Sleep. I’ll make you pancakes” the redhead smiled halfheartedly already
knowing what the answer would be. Mickey reached up and placed his hand over
Ian’s and slowing brought it down to his side.
“Thanks for the offer Gallagher” he leaned forward and gave Ian one last
thorough kiss that left them both panting. Fuck sometimes he gets thrown by the
junior standing in front of him. A kiss shouldn’t be that good should it? He
lightly shoved him away “But I gotta get the fuck home. Go back to sleep. Like
you said you gotta fuckin work tonight” he walked to the window and turned to
look at the guy. He was sitting on his bed fuckin nude looking like his heart
was stomped on. Fuck! He should probably just end this thing. He doesn’t date
for a lot of reasons. That sad look on Ian’s face though is starting to get
harder to ignore.
Chapter End Notes
     Comments and kudos are awesome and appreciated
***** Casa De Milkovich *****
Chapter Summary
     Ian is surprised by his partner for his class project. The Milkovich
     house is big and Mickey should really talk more.
Chapter Notes
     Thanks for all the lovely comments I have been getting. It's awesome!
     Things go back and forth but got the slightest hint of jealous Mickey
     ;)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
***Two Weeks Later***
“Another lovely day of junior year” Nate said plopping down next to Ian at
their lab table. Mr. Garner their chemistry teacher walked in and set his giant
notebook on his desk.
“Good morning class. Hope everyone had a nice weekend and is ready to work
hard. I know you will all be excited to hear that you will be starting a
project this week” there was a collective groan from the class. The man
chuckled “Try to hold back your enthusiasm it’s terribly contagious. Now this
assignment will be presented in two weeks. Both you and your partner will work
together to type up a five page paper and create a poster board on the element
of your choosing. Try to make it fun. There are 32 students in here, that’s 16
presentations to listen to and I for one want to be entertained” he paused to
rummage through the stacks of papers and books on his desk.
“We’re going to rock this project man” Ian whispered to Nate.
“Fuck yea dude” he fist bumped Ian. Mr. Garner grabbed his clipboard off of his
desk and leaned back barely sitting on it. He adjusted his glasses and scanned
whatever was written on it.
“Before you guys get ahead of yourselves choosing your partners I neglected to
tell you I already assigned them” the teacher had a devious grin on his face.
It was like he wanted to torture his students.
“No fuckin way” he whispered to Nate. This is bullshit. Assigned partners were
the fucking worst. He always got stuck with the shittiest partner who never
wanted to do any work. He actually liked getting good grades. He wanted to go
to a good college, maybe get a scholarship. He can’t do that with crap grades.
“Alright everyone gather your stuff together cause for the next two weeks
you’ll be sharing a table with your partner” Everyone stood up and walked to
the front of the class. They had done this once already and that time had
sucked just as this time was bound to. “Listen for your name and go to your
table” he hefted up his clipboard and began reading off names. “Clifton and
Bryant table 4” Nate smiled and walked over to his table. He was partnered with
Tessa his dream girl. Their teacher continued on with his list of names
“Gallagher and” he said searching for Ian’s partner “Ah yes Ms. Milkovich table
11”
Shit he was paired up with Mandy. He didn’t know much about her other than she
was Mickey’s sister and she dated Zeke. How anyone could date Zeke was a
mystery to him. He had never seen the guy be nice to anyone. He clutched his
binder closer to his chest and walked over to their table. “Uh hey Mandy” he
nodded once taking the seat she hadn’t.
“Hey yourself” she said with a smile. Mandy scrutinized him and it seemed like
she like what she saw. He squirmed under her gaze. “Damn you’re pretty” she
chewed on the end of her pencil.
“You have a boyfriend” he could feel himself blush. He sounded like an idiot
but he was thrown. Usually the only people who call him pretty are Lip when he
was fucking with him or Mickey. Even then usually Mickey said it to be an
asshole.
“Zeke” she smiled around the pencil then took it out to doodle in her notebook
“I may have a boyfriend but I ain’t fuckin blind. Take it as a compliment. It
was meant as one. Besides if we have to fuckin work together for the next two
weeks at least I’ll have someone nice to look at”
“Thanks then you’re pretty too” he responded opening his book. It’s true Mandy
is beautiful. If he was into girls and she wasn’t dating the biggest douche in
school he could see himself having a crush. But he wasn’t into girls and she
was dating Zeke, oh and yea he was totally crushing on her brother. The girl
next to him smiled then checked to see what page he was on.
It had been two days since the new partner arrangements. They had already
decided on their element and created an outline for their paper and
presentation. Ian was surprised how well they clicked. They had a lot in common
and he was enjoying her company. He feared that since she was popular she might
treat Ian like the dirt she walked on. It wasn’t like that at all. In fact she
had invited him today to sit with her at lunch. He had declined because she sat
with Zeke and Mickey. He wasn’t a bitch but why sit next to person that hated
him and someone who pretended to. So instead he sat with his usual crowd.
“Ian my brother” Lip puffed on his cigarette “Why did you fucking turn down
Mandy hmm? Shit you could be over sitting next to Mickey right now instead of
staring at him like a fuckin creeper”
“Fuck off Lip. I prefer to sit with people who don’t hate me” he breathed in
the smoke from his own cigarette blowing it towards the sky.
“They don’t fuckin hate you Ian. They’re just popular tools. They think they’re
fuckin better than everyone. They’re not they still put their fucking pants on
one leg at a time like everyone else”
“That doesn’t make any fuckin sense. What if the person only has one leg?” Nate
said his brow scrunched up.
“For fucks sake Nate it’s just a figure of speech” Lip shook his head laughing
at their friend. He threw his cigarette on the ground and crushed it under
foot. “Alright assholes I’m gonna go find Leah, maybe get a hummer before
class” he waggled his eyebrows then walked away.
“He never stops does he?” Nate said watching Lip walk away. Ian shook his head
as an answer. “Those poor girls” his friend said putting out his own cigarette.
They sat there talking and eating their questionable cafeteria food when Mandy
showed up at their table.
“Hey Ian” she said sitting next to Ian causing him to scoot over.
“Hey Mandy” he pointed to his friend “You know Nate right?”
“Of course hey Nate. So what you doin after school?”
“Nothin why?” he asked tilting his head.
“Want to come to my house so we can work on this stupid ass project?” he wasn’t
sure he had heard her right. He has never been to the Milkovich house. Mickey
always came to his house.
“You sure?” he wanted to give her the opportunity to change her mind. He didn’t
know if he wanted to go to her house. What if Mickey was home and got upset he
was there. Ugh it was so annoying. Fuck Mickey right? Not like he actually gave
a shit what he does. He makes that clear when he says they are only fucking.
“Well yea I’m fuckin sure” she laughed “If I wasn’t I wouldn’t of bothered
fucking askin”
“Alright cool…yea sounds good” he answered like he was psyching himself up.
“Great meet me after school and I’ll drive us to my place” with a smile and a
wave she walked back over to her usual table.
*********
Mandy drove them to her house in her new pearl Toyota Corolla. Both of the
younger Milkovich kids had their own cars. He had seen Mickey’s car many times.
He told him it is a midnight black metallic Toyota Avalon.
“Your car is really fuckin nice Mandy” he was in awe. It still smelled new.
“It’s a gift from my dad. He feels guilty leaving Mickey and I all the time.
What he doesn’t realize is that we rather him be fucking gone. He’s an asshole
most of the time. Treats us like shit especially Mick. He thinks he can buy our
love and we’ll forget how he fuckin treats us. So why not reap all the benefits
right” she looked at him with a small smile. He felt like a dick saying
anything. But he understood his dad was an asshole too. Frank though didn’t buy
them shit. He stole it instead. They didn’t go without, his sister and Jimmy
helped to take care of them and he was grateful.
“Right” he smiled back at her. He started playing with a loose string on his
jacket trying to think what to say. “Your other brothers live with you?”
“Iggy and Colin. Yea they do. They’re both fucking idiots but they are damn
good at what they do. They always have money so they don’t have to rely on
Terry. They help take care of us when we really need it, like doctor visits and
stuff when my dad’s gone” she didn’t say they were dealers. Mickey had told him
but he understood why she wouldn’t let that slip to a person she just started
hanging with. They arrived at a gated community. Mandy drove up to the entrance
and punched in an access code. Their house had to be fucking expensive as hell
if it required an access code. He knew when they were to the Milkovich house
cause Mickey’s car was in the driveway. The Milkovich home was two stories with
a three car garage. It wasn’t gigantic like he thought it would be but it was
definitely beautiful. The lawn was pristine obviously kept up by regular
landscaping and there was a saltwater pool in the backyard. Mandy said the
house was about 4000 square feet which is about 1000 more than their house. The
house had five bedrooms and four bathrooms. It worked out perfectly cause there
were five people in the house. Downstairs had one bedroom which was Mickey’s.
It had an open floor plan for the kitchen and the living room. Terry, Iggy,
Colin, and Mandy’s rooms were upstairs. Mandy had the other master suite
because she was the only girl so naturally she was spoiled immensely by her
dad. After his grand tour they decided to sit at the table with Mandy’s
computer and books scattered around. Mandy thought they needed some fuel to
keep them motivated. She grabbed them Sierra Mist and jalapeno chips. They were
making decent headway on their project when they were interrupted.
“Mandy my love, where are you?” Zeke called when he walked into the house.
Mandy smiled wide then it fell away when she saw Ian’s face. He thought he was
holding it together better than he was. He tried to keep his disdain for her
boyfriend off his face but he must have done a shitty job. “Mandy” Zeke stopped
seeing who else was there.
“Hey lovebug” Mandy walked over and threw her arms around Zeke smashing her
lips against his in a thorough kiss. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
Zeke was still holding her against him her feet not touching the ground. They
looked so adorable that he didn’t believe that Mandy’s boyfriend was the same
guy that terrorizes him.
“Well practice got fuckin cancelled so we came back here. We’re gonna shoot
some pool” he put Mandy down and helped himself to a soda from the fridge.
“Zeke can you stop swapping spit with my sister for one fucking sec…” Mickey
shouted walking into the kitchen. His sentence was cut off when he saw Ian. The
look of shock on his face was quickly covered up. “Gallagher” Mickey said
nodding his head towards Ian. He gave an awkward wave but didn’t say anything.
He felt like the air had been sucked out of the room when Mickey walked in. Ian
had never been in Mickey’s house. When it was just him and Mandy he kinda
forgot he even lived here. Now seeing him standing in the kitchen he felt like
he was hiding this big secret.
“What the fuck is he even doing here Mandy” Zeke asked a look of disbelief on
his face.
“Be nice Zeke” Mandy chided sitting at the table. “He’s my friend duh and we’re
working on our chemistry project. I love you but fuck off” Zeke didn’t say
anything but Ian could tell he wanted to. Mickey and him left the kitchen to go
play pool. “I’m sorry Zeke gives you so much shit. He’s really not as big of a
douche as he seems”
“Thanks Mandy but you aren’t the person who should be apologizing” he gave her
a small smile then grabbed the laptop. “Fuck did you know that people used to
think Radium could heal people when in reality it was killing them? That shit
is so fucking radioactive!” he laughed writing that down in their notes for
their paper.
Two hours later and their project actually had some information on their paper.
Both of their brains were now fried so instead of working they were just
sitting around talking. Ian was still surprised how much they had in common. He
could see her and him becoming good friends.
“Hey bitch I’m starved. Zeke and I were thinking pizza” Mickey said walking
into the kitchen with Zeke close behind him. Honestly Zeke was almost Mickey’s
shadow.
“You payin asshole?” Mandy said with a slight smirk and a cocked eyebrow.
“Fuck no. Dad is” he lifted his credit card that Terry had given him. He gave
them both a credit card. Usually they were only supposed to use it for
emergencies but he never gave them shit when they used it for whatever they
wanted.
“Well I want Papa Johns” Mandy looked over to him “You gonna stay for dinner
Ian?” she looked at him with big blue eyes that reminded him of Mickey’s. He
looked around. Mickey looked indifferent, Mandy open and inviting, and Zeke
looked like he had heard the most ridiculous thing ever.
“Sure Mands thanks” he smiled.
“Are you fuckin kidding me? Gallagher is such a drag babe. He already had a
taste of popularity and now it’s over.” Zeke turned towards Mickey “Come on man
it’s your money, you really want to feed the whole goddamn neighborhood”
“Really Zeke” Mandy sneered getting up from her chair. “One Ian’s pretty fuckin
cool. You would know that if you weren’t always being such a dick to him. Two
it’s not Mickey’s fuckin money it’s my dad’s. And three you really need to
check yourself and stop being such a fuckin tool or you can leave. Ian is
staying lovebug so be the sweet person I know you can be and fucking apologize”
she had made her way over to her boyfriend and punched him in the shoulder to
emphasize her point. All three people were staring at Ian now. The whole
situation was awkward so he decided just to leave. He looked over to Mickey and
he just averted his eyes. Yea fuck this he's leaving.
“It’s alright I really should be getting home anyways” he started to stand up.
“Just sit down carrot top. I’m” he paused and looked at his girlfriend again
“I’m fuckin sorry alright” Mandy smiled a sickly sweet smile and kissed Zeke on
the cheek.
“So Ian what kind of soda do you like?” she said down next to him bringing up
the menu online.
While they ate pizza the table split into a us versus them mentality. Mandy and
Ian didn’t talk to the other two boys at all. Any time Ian tried to engage
Mickey in a conversation he gave him a one word answer then went back to
ignoring him. He tried not to let it get to him and focused his attention on
Mandy. He looked at his phone and holy shit he needed to get home. He had more
homework and he didn’t have time to do it tomorrow cause of work.
“Hey Mandy I gotta get home. Thanks for the pizza” he stood up and started
putting his stuff in his backpack.
“You wanna ride home?”
“That would be great thanks” he smiled and threw his backpack over his
shoulder. Ian helped Mandy put away the pizza real quick then they headed to
the door. She ran over and gave Zeke a quick kiss.
“Be back soon”
“Thanks for the pizza Mickey” he said standing there waiting for Mickey to say
anything. He only gave him a tight nod of his head. He felt glued to the floor.
He wanted the blue eyed boy to say anything. When did he become so fucking
needy?
“Ian” Mandy said pulling his attention. “You ready?” he smiled and followed her
out to her car.
**********
His shift tonight is so boring. For a Friday night it is fucking dead. He had a
couple full tables tonight but nothing close to what he’s used to. It was 12am
and he got off in an hour. He went to wipe down a few of the tables for the
third time. He didn’t technically have to do this stuff but he was trying to
keep busy. He was standing talking to Allen the bartender when his manager came
over to him.
“Gallagher what you doing man? You have someone in your section. Get to work”
“Fuck he’s such a dick. Nice talkin to ya Allen” he grabbed his notepad then
made his way over to his section. His face lit up when he say Mickey sitting in
a booth. He covered it up though cause he was still slightly aggravated Mickey
pretty much ignored him yesterday. He also felt like a whiny bitch complaining
about it although that was neither here nor there. “Mick”
“Gallagher” he sing-songed his name and laughed. He was high off his ass.
“Did you drive here?”
“Shh..maybe” he put his finger up to his lips and shushed again.
“Oh my god Mickey” he couldn’t help but laugh at him. He sometimes got too
adorable when he was high. “You shouldn’t drive when you’re this fucked up”
“I felt like seein you. Now take my order bitch cause I’m starving” Ian wrote
down what Mickey wanted and put the order in. While Mickey ate he sat with him
and they talked.
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about” he said snaking a fry off
of Mickey’s plate.
“Eh douchebag get your own. And yes I do alright. The Hulk is way fucking
better than Tony Stark”
“No way! Iron Man is badass and Robert Downey Jr. is hot” he wiggled his
eyebrows.
“Forgot you like old man balls Gallagher” he said crossing his arms and looking
away.
“You jealous?” he smirked because he most definitely knew he was jealous.
“Fuck off I don’t give a shit if you want to have a saggy sack in your mouth”
“Mmm hmm ok Mick. I gotta get back to work. Breaks up” he gathered up the empty
dishes and went to grab his check. When he came back with the check he expected
the guy to pay and leave. Instead he sat at the booth dicking around on his
phone. At one point he went outside and came back in smelling strongly of weed.
Good thing nobody gave a shit about if a teen smoked weed or he could get in a
lot of trouble. After his shift was over Mickey was still sitting there. He sat
back in the booth across from him setting his hands on the table.
“Why you still here Mickey?” his tone had more bite to it then intended.
“Aww Gallagher don’t be like that alright” he reached over and grabbed one of
his hands squeezing it then pulled away “Thought we could hang, play some
games” he put on a show of pouting. He rolled his eyes and stood up.
“Come on” he waved signaling Mickey to do the same “Maybe we can win enough
tickets to get something cool”
They played games and gave each other shit. Mickey would come a couple times a
month to hang with Ian during work. They had started collecting tickets in
hopes to get one of the biggest prizes. They were only a third of the way there
but they knew eventually they would have enough tickets. One of Ian’s favorite
games was the machine where it had a bunch of gold coins laying on a flat
surface. The point was to drop a coin into the slot at the perfect time hoping
to land it where the other board on top pushed the coins over the edge. Since
working at D&B he had worked on the game so now he won on almost every coin.
Mickey of course loved any game where you could shoot things. There was a video
game where you sat inside a sphere and shot zombies. Both Ian and Mickey could
face off in that game to see who was the ultimate champion. Ian again usually
won since he played it so often. Mickey was a sore loser though which is why he
let him win sometimes.
“Fuck yea, suck it Gallagher!” Mickey said putting the plastic gun back into
the holster. They had just finished slaying zombies.
“Mmm drop your pants and I just might” Ian teased.
“Shut up man” Mickey smirked biting the side of his lip and lightly shoving
him. He laughed and shoved him back. They were walking back to go look how many
more tickets they needed when he spotted a photobooth. He really wanted to do a
photo strip. He grabbed Mickey by the arm stopping him from walking further.
“Let’s do it” he said motioning to the photobooth.
“I may be high but I ain’t fuckin in a photobooth” he scoffed.
“No asshole not fuckin let’s take pictures” he started pulling the guy towards
the booth. When they got there he shoved Mickey inside then followed him. He
situated himself next to Mickey sitting close to fit inside the picture on the
screen.
“Can’t believe we’re doing this” Mickey laughed putting his arm around Ian’s
waist in the guise of needed to be closer.
“Just smile when it says” The strip would have four photos. It counted down
three two one then takes the photo. “Alright you ready” he said smiling at the
guy next to him. Mickey smiled back then looked at the screen. The countdown
began and they discussed what the photos would be. The first was them simply
smiling at the camera. Ian had a wide grin while Mickey had a slight smirk. The
second was a silly photo. Ian stuck his tongue out and did the rock n roll hand
gesture and Mickey made an overdone angry face. The third photo had Ian turned
towards Mickey using his hand to cup under his chin and squish his cheeks
together. Ian had his lips pursed as he squeezed Mickey’s cheeks into a fish
face. The last photo caught Mickey off guard. Just as the countdown said three
Ian grabbed his face and crashed their lips together. The makeout lasted long
after the pictures were over but they weren’t ready to stop. They emerged with
swollen lips and messed up hair. The booth had printed out two copies of the
photos, one for each of them. The photos were awesome and Ian couldn’t be
happier. Although Mickey wouldn’t admit it even in his drugged out state he
loved the photos too.
“Ay Gallagher now that I did what you wanna do” he sauntered over to Ian and
whispered in his ear “Why don’t we go do what I wanna do” he cupped Ian’s bulge
briefly taking the redhead by surprise. He turned and walked away. He glanced
over his shoulder to see if he was following. He wasn’t. "You comin?"
He didn’t know if he wanted to fuck. Well of course he wanted to fuck. Mickey
had an ass to die for and he knew how to use it. That wasn’t the problem. The
problem was a nagging part of him saying he should talk about what they were.
It's been six months of this and he wanted to make it official. He was scared
though. He didn’t want to lose Mickey if he brought it up. Again he convinced
himself he wants Mickey whatever way he could have him. If that meant they
could only date in private then that was good enough for him. He shook off the
negative thoughts going through his head and followed after Mickey and his
perfect ass.
Chapter End Notes
     Tiny glimpse of jealous Mickey but there will be more. Comments and
     kudos are always appreciated :)
***** Hot Then You're Cold *****
Chapter Summary
     A new student in Ian's class causes some unknown issues for a certain
     someone. Mickey opens up and Zeke's an asshole.
Chapter Notes
     Hey got a bit of everything in here. Feels both good and bad,
     reminiscing, and maybe a bit of jealous Mickey ;) Hope you like it
See the end of the chapter for more notes
***One Week Later***
“Alright class can I have your attention please” Mr. Garner “We have a new
student. His name is Julian. Don’t be assholes” the teacher laughed then handed
Julian his book. Julian had flawless mocha skin, dark hair, and chocolate brown
eyes. He was attractive and Ian noticed right away. All the students began to
murmer as the new guy walked by. Today they were working on their projects so
there wasn’t an actual lesson planned. Ian and Mandy were putting the final
touches on their powerpoint when they noticed Julian sit at their table.
“Uh hey I’m Julian” he said with an awkward wave.
“Yea we know. Mr. Garner kinda announced it to the whole class” Mandy said.
Julian glanced down seeming embarrassed.
“Hey Julian nice to meet you name’s Ian and she’s Mandy” he extended his hand
and the other guy shook it.
“You too. So what you guys workin on?” Julian asked looking over at their
powerpoint. The rest of the class was spent discussing their project and what
to expect from class. Julian told them about himself. He from Florida and
recently moved to Chicago cause his dad got a new job. He has one younger
brother. His favorite color is grey and he is a quarterback on his old school’s
football team. It was easy to talk with him, mainly because he carried the
conversation. He talked a lot which was okay with Ian because he could listen.
By the time lunch rolled around Julian went to sit with him. Nate and Lip were
already sitting at their usually table outside. His friend already digging into
his pizza.
“Guys this is Julian” they waved “Nate” he said pointing to his friend then
“Lip”
“So Julian what do you think of our wonderful school? You ready to fucking dip
yet?” Lip asked lighting up his lunch.
“It’s alright. It’s school so how interesting is it supposed to be ya know” he
laughed taking a bite of his pizza.
“Ain’t that the truth” Nate laughed fist bumping Julian.
***
He sat with Zeke and his other teammates watching the group of boys laughing
and bromancing. Who the fuck is the new guy with them? Mickey knew everyone in
the school and they most definitely knew him. That attractive guy who keeps
talking to Ian though, he’s drawing a blank. He’s trying not to let it get to
him but he feels like the dude is sitting way too fucking close to Ian. There
is this nagging feeling inside to go over to them, punch the guy in the face
and drag Ian with him caveman style. Ian is his. He wasn’t ready to admit that
to anybody other than himself but he realized that a while ago. He knew he was
a complete dick for not telling Ian unless he was high. He knew it but he
couldn’t help it. He clenched his fist around his water bottle and watched the
redhead. He was laughing and he wanted to know what they were talking about.
Mickey felt a sharp pain in his arm from his best friend. “What the fuck Zeke”
“Dude I was asking about the game on Friday. Where’s your head at” he was saved
from having to come up with an excuse when Mandy came over to their table
stealing Zeke’s attention.
“Damn Mandy I swear you get more fuckin beautiful everyday” Zeke coo’d at his
sister.
“Aww you’re the sweetest” Mandy leaned in and started devouring his friend’s
face. God they were disgusting. They constantly used baby talk, were overly
romantic, and when they fought the whole world suffered along with them.
“Yea yea she’s real fuckin pretty” he mocked “Ay Mandy you know anything about
the new kid?” The couple separated and Mandy followed his gaze.
“Who Julian?” she quirked her eyebrow and pointed over her shoulder with her
thumb.
“Duh bitch he’s the only new asshole in school right? What you know about him?”
he lit up a cigarette.
“He’s from Florida, a football player, and in my Chemistry class. Anything else
you wanna know grow a pair and go ask your fuckin crush yourself” Mandy
scoffed.
“Fuck off don’t got a fuckin crush on the guy”
“Good thing too, carrot top’s heart would be crushed” Zeke teased. His
girlfriend smacked him lightly on the arm with a hushed “Be nice”
“Goddamn Zeke you sure you aren’t gay. I swear you bring Gallagher up so often
it’s almost like you got a crush on the kid”
“Gross Mick you may like dick but I prefer Mandy’s ass” he said smacking
Mandy’s butt.
“Zeke!” she laughed darting away from Zeke. “I gotta go. Told Tamara I would
meet her before class” Mandy pecked her boyfriend’s cheek then flipped off her
brother before sauntering away.
“Whatever you gotta fuckin tell yourself man” he sat there watching Ian and
Julian walking across the schoolyard. They were still laughing and Julian
lightly shoved Ian. Flirting! It looked like they were flirting. Son of a
bitch. He glared at the new guy wanting nothing more than to kick his ass. He
had never felt this possessive over another person before. It wasn’t a pleasant
feeling. This right here was a great example of why he never got serious with
guys he fucked. You can’t get jealous if you don’t have feelings for the
person. You only catch feelings from hanging with said person. He hadn’t
originally planned on hanging with Ian but there was something about the junior
that kept him drawn in. Ian was going to be a hit it and quit it. Now it’s been
six months and he is sitting here jealous. Ugh! He followed Ian with his eyes
silently hoping the guy would look at him and smile like he always did. Every
day without fail Ian would smile at him when he walked by at lunch. Right now
though as he watched his junior walk inside without so much as a sideway
glance, he realized he could be taken from him. This Julian could take Ian away
from him and it would be all his fault cause he wouldn’t do anything to stop
him.
***Four Days Later***
“STRIKE THREE” The umpire exclaimed. Mickey did it again. He struck out another
player on the opposite team. He was on fire so far. They were only in the third
inning but as always his team was winning. He only needed to strike out one
more player before the teams would switch to bat. Mickey wound back to throw
the next pitch when he spotted Ian with…Julian. He threw the baseball and the
guy at bat connected with the ball. He gained two bases. Fuck it’s all good
they can have one player. He looked over to Ian again, he was laughing sharing
cotton candy and popcorn with Julian. They looked ridiculous laughing and
sharing food. Like for reals do they gotta share? So fucking gay. Next player
up to bat. He threw baseball.
“STRIKE” see this is normal. Ian isn’t gonna get to him. No, no fucking way. He
pitched again and the guy hit the ball gaining three bases and the guy on
second base got home. Son of a bitch Milkovich get your shit together. Ian
isn’t his, he can do whatever he wants. If he is dating Julian he will just
have to get over it. Focus on the game. Focus on the here and now. He took a
deep breath and made sure not to look back over at Ian. The rest of the game
was uneventful. Mickey was finally able to get back to what he did best,
winning. His team won by six runs and after he decided to go home. He was ready
to get high. Smoke a bowl and drink some jack.
Like clockwork he showed up at Ian’s window high off his ass. Ian heard the
knock at his window at 12:30. Mickey usually got to his house later than this.
He wasn’t even sleeping yet. He got up and opened his window.
“Mic..” he was cut off by Mickey grabbing his head and pressing his lips
against his. He blew some smoke from the joint he was smoking into his mouth.
Ian breathed it in blowing it out toward the sky then smiled.
“Hey Gallagher” Mickey said with a dopey grin. His pupils were so wide the blue
was barely visible. “Grab a jacket and let’s go” he whispered.
“Why are you whispering? No one is sleeping here” Ian laughed.
“Shhh come on” Ian laughed quietly grabbed his coat then hopped out the window.
“Where we goin?” he whispered close to Mickey playing his game. He loved how
playful and affectionate he got when he was high.
“It’s a surprise” he reached his hand out and grabbed Ian’s pulling him along.
Ian tried not to think too much into Mickey holding his hand. His smile mixed
with how he was tugging on his hand, so excited to show him wherever he was
taking him, Ian couldn’t fight the butterflies. Mickey did something to him. If
only he felt the same way about him. He shook his head getting rid of those
depressing thoughts. He wanted to enjoy his time with Mickey not ruin it. They
got into his car and he drove off to wherever they were going.
“The baseball field Mickey? We gonna play?” Ian asked getting out of the car.
Mickey slung his backpack full of stuff over his shoulder.
“Oh yea Gallagher we’re gonna play” he waggled his eyebrows at him. They
climbed the fence into the field. He walked over and sat on the bench in the
dugouts digging through his backpack. He pulled out a beer then handed one to
Ian. Ian was across from him leaning against the dugout fence.
“So” Mickey popped open his beer. “Noticed you hanging with the new kid”
“Yea Julian. He’s pretty cool”
“Sure he is”
“Do I sense a hint of jealousy?” Ian teased. Mickey set his drink down and took
Ian’s setting it next to his.
“Mmm maybe a little” he ran his hands underneath Ian’s shirt then kissed him.
When Ian tried to deepen the kiss he pulled away. “Alright Gallagher you ready
to play catch”
“Mickey you always play catcher remember?” he laughed while Mickey rolled his
eyes.
“Did you really just make that joke” Mickey took out two mitts and a baseball.
“You know it was funny” he grabbed a mitt then walked out onto the field.
“Hi-larious” he stood far enough away where the game would be a challenge but
would still be fun. They threw the ball back and forth for a while. Mickey was
better at catching the weird curveballs and odd throws Ian sent him. Since he
was a pitcher all of his throws went straight to Ian unless he didn’t want them
to.
“Fucker” he shouted throwing down his mitt “You did that on purpose” Mickey
threw a pop fly and watched as he ran for it before tripping over the pitcher
mound. “You knew that shit was there”
“I did no such thing you uncoordinated giant” Mickey said while he stalked
toward him.
“Bullshit” He ran after Mickey. The senior was fast but he had much longer legs
and had no problem catching him. He tackled him to the ground and straddled
him. He pinned his arms above him head and glared down at him. “Gotcha. What
you gonna do now Milkovich?” he leaned down and smashed his lips against
Mickey’s. He explored Mickey’s mouth with his tongue before pulling away, the
brunette trying to follow. “Ah ah” he teased. Mickey glared at him before
bucking then flipping them so he was underneath him. Mickey leaned down but
right before their lips touched he pulled away and off of Ian.
“Time for a pick me up” he helped Ian off the ground and they went to sit back
on the bench. He handed him a beer then downed half of his own. He lit a joint
and took a drag before handing it to Ian. The redhead hit it then handed it
back to him. They sat in comfortable silence drinking their beer and sharing
two joints. He was feeling pleasantly numb. He stared out at the baseball
field.
“I’ve always loved baseball you know” he said talking a drag of a second joint.
“I started playing around second grade. My dad put me on a little league team
after I begged him. I was always on the small side and my mom never really
wanted me in sports. Afraid I’d get hurt or something. After she died though
guess Terry thought I fuckin needed something to do” he paused and looked over
at Ian. He was listening intently to everything he was saying. He puffed on the
joint then stared back out towards the field. Easier to share when you don’t
look at the person. “I was really fuckin good from the start, a natural a lot
of my coaches would say. I won a shit ton of trophies and awards, pretty much
anything related to baseball I won. I was Terry’s golden boy. He would look at
me like I hung the stars and the moon, never fuckin missed a game” he scoffed
then sipped on his beer. “Everything was fine until about ninth grade. Terry
was traveling and he came home early. He wasn’t supposed to be home for three
more days” he let out a choked laugh. “I’ve only been beaten by him twice in my
life. First time when he caught me kissing a dude and the second when he caught
me fuckin one. After that my dad hated me. He doesn’t talk much about it or
really bring it up at all, but my family knows it…I know it” he sniffed then
cleared his throat. No fuckin way he was gonna cry. “From then on I decided I’m
not gonna date. I could give a shit if anyone knows I’m gay but my dad has a
saying 'Mickey, it’s one thing to be gay it’s another to flaunt it' and he’s
right" he felt a hand on his knee and glanced over to see Ian giving him a
sympatric look. “I know I’m an asshole. This thing we have, I know you want
more. But we can’t…I can’t. I don’t date Ian for a lot of reason, some
superficial and some for survival. What it really comes down to is baseball.
Everything traces back to this sport and sometimes I hate it. If I didn’t love
it so much then Terry and I wouldn’t have been close. To have that adoration
then lose it” he squeezed his eyes tight then let out a shaky breath. Fuck he
was done talking about this. He was being a pussy. “Fuck it my dad’s a fucking
abusive asshole. Who needs that piece of shit anyways” he finished off the
joint in silence neither one saying anything.
He kept glancing over at Mickey. He wasn’t sure what he should say. Mickey
wasn’t really one to open up and now he told him something incredibly personal.
He knew his next words have to be perfect.
“I’m sorry you went through that” he looked over but the senior wouldn’t look
at him.
“It’s whatever. Shit happens” he said shrugging. Ian reached out and grabbed
Mickey’s hand causing the older boy to lock eyes with him.
“Your dad’s wrong. You fuckin get that right? He’s just another homophobic
prick” he said softly hoping to ease some of the worry in his heart. Mickey
eyebrows scrunched up and he pulled back his hand like Ian burned him.
“Shut the fuck up Gallagher. You don’t fucking know anything about my dad so
don’t pretend you do” he turned forward not looking at him. He needed him to
understand this. Terry had him believing that since he was gay he was wrong.
That wasn’t fucking true. He scooted closer to Mickey then placed his hand on
his cheek turning him so they were eye to eye. He put his other hand on his
cheek cradling his face between his hands.
“No, your dad is wrong Mick. You don’t wanna fuckin date that’s fine, but do it
cause that’s what you choose” he brought one of his hand down onto the bench
leaning close to Mickey’s face. “You’re fuckin perfect Mickey even if your dad
chooses not to see it” he smoothed his thumb back and forth over his cheek
staring into his wide pupils. He went to pull back when Mickey grabbed him by
the back of the head and crashed their lips together. He was shocked by the
intensity of the kiss, it was almost needy..desperate. Mickey was clutching at
him like he was everything he would ever need. Opening up to him must have
affected him more than the older boy led on. Ian wasn’t used to this side of
Mickey. Sure they fucked but it was never like this. This felt different, like
it meant more. Fucking for them was fun and a release. It never had any kind of
serious undertone. Right now though as Mickey moved to straddle him, he could
sense it, Mickey needed to feel close to him. He pulled back and stared into
his blue eyes. He leaned forward pressing his lips against Mickey’s. He felt
his tongue tracing his bottom lip so he opened his mouth. Mickey’s tongue moved
along with his while he treaded his fingers through his black hair. He began to
trail kisses down the senior’s neck.
“Mm Ian” Mickey sighed his head falling back exposing more of his neck. He
started grinding his hips down on Ian’s erection. The redhead grasped his waist
and rutted up against his ass. He claimed Ian’s lips again in a gentle languid
kiss. He ground down until they were both panting into each other’s open mouth.
“Take off your pants” Ian whispered. He didn’t need to be told twice. While he
removed his pants he saw Ian shimming down his own. Mickey unzipped his
backpack and pulled out a small bottle of lube. He handed it to the junior who
quickly but thoroughly prepped Mickey. “You’re good” Ian said lowly wiping the
leftover lube on his own dick. He slicked himself up and pulled Mickey toward
him. Ian scooted forward on the bench allowing room for Mickey to straddle him.
They were facing each other as Mickey slowly rolled his hips. Ian wrapped his
arms around Mickey placing his hands on his ass guiding him. “Fuck Mick…mm feel
so good. Perfect” they locked eyes and Mickey bit his lip. They didn’t usually
fuck like this. Actually they have never fucked like this. It is always fast
and dirty, which is great of course. This though, this was on another level. It
felt like a genuine connection. One that they both needed but Mickey was
determined to ignore.
“Gallagher” Mickey moaned leaning in sucking on Ian’s lip. “So good…I..” he cut
himself off. Ian wanted to know what he was going to say. He can’t just start
then stop.
“Uh..you what?” he groaned when Mickey began bouncing faster on his cock. He
ran his hands up the back of his shirt lightly raking his nails along his back.
“I..” the senior crashed their lips together. He wrapped his arms around Ian’s
neck pulling him close. He couldn’t say what he wanted. He wasn’t even sure
what he wanted to say. If he did know he would tell Ian that he’s perfect. That
he is the best person he knows. That he never wants to let him go, ever. But he
doesn’t know and if he tried it would come out wrong. Instead he tried to put
all his untold feelings into this kiss hoping Ian could feel them. He moaned
loudly when Ian found his prostate. “Right there”
“Hmm right there” Ian teased rubbing against it. Mickey was making sinful
noises on top of Ian. He was matching his thrust and could feel heat begin to
spread across his body. “Hmmm gonna cum” he stroked the brunette’s dick.
“Me too” he worked his thighs chasing his orgasm. Ian grasped his hips and came
with a guttural moan. When he felt the warmth inside of him he came spilling
into the junior’s hand. He placed his hand on Ian’s cheek gently pressing their
lips together. “You’re..” he could do this. “Really fuckin beautiful you know
that” Ian lurched forward roughly kissing him. Mickey sucked on his top lip
while Ian licked at his bottom. They pulled away both gasping for air. They sat
their catching their breath and gazing into each other’s eyes.
“That was amazing” Ian said with a small smile. Mickey returned it then
dismounted Ian. He took the towel from Mickey, cleaned himself off, and then
pulled his pants back up. The senior cleaned up and pulled his pants up. “Soo
what now?” he was really afraid the older boy would run away from the intensity
of what they shared.
“Now we go back to your place and watch a fuckin movie” he gathered up all his
stuff grinning at Ian. “If that’s alright with you Gallagher”
“Yea, yea sounds great” Ian said nodding his head. He followed Mickey to his
car replaying what just happened in his head. It’s almost like a dream. It’s
one step closer to Mickey being his. Maybe soon he will finally decide he wants
to date, that he’s not scared to tell the world Ian is his. The idea always
seemed like a fantasy. Not anymore. With that thought in his head he couldn’t
help the Cheshire like grin on his face.
*********
Ian woke up two days later excited to get to school. He hasn’t seen Mickey
since that night. When they had come back to his house they had fallen asleep,
but when he woke in the morning Ian was alone. He hadn’t expect him to stay
only hoped he might. He wanted to talk about what happened and see if it
changed anything. If there was even a chance Mickey would make it official he
wanted to try. That was the closest they ever been. Mickey was so open, all the
walls he held up stripped away. He had never felt so close to him. He smiled at
himself in the mirror when he got his hair just right. He was ready to go to
school and see Mickey. This was it.
The day seemed to drag! Each 60 minute class felt twice as long. He was anxious
to see Mickey. He couldn’t wait until lunch. His friends noticed his urgency.
“Damn dude why you so fuckin excited” Nate asked while he grabbed an apple in
the lunch line.
“Who’s excited?” he said receiving two ‘for real’ looks from his friends.
“Really Ian you’re exceptionally jittery. You drink too much coffee?” Julian
said.
“Fuck off guys I’m fine. Just hungry” he paid for his food, pizza and tater
tots, making his way out to the courtyard.
“What up assholes?” Lip greeted ever the eloquent speaker. He stole a tater tot
of Ian plate.
“Watch out Lip. Don’t want to get your hand bit. Ian’s really hungry” Nate and
Julian laughed. Whatever fuck them. So what if he’s excited. He’s not allowed?
They walked out the door and he scanned the yard. He spotted him. He was
sitting at his usual table. His heart fluttered. He couldn’t help it. Mickey
gave him butterflies.
“Ohhh that’s why. Been a whole two days since you saw Mickey” Nate jokes
elbowing his friend. “How did you ever survive” The jabs at him about loving
Mickey started.
“You guys can all just fuck off” he laughed still staring at Mickey. Should he
just go over there?
**
“Carrot top is hardcore staring at you again Mickey” Zeke said pointing his
chin in the direction of Ian.
“Who fuckin cares Zeke” Mickey was sick of his friend always pointing shit out.
He knows Ian stares. He doesn’t care. In fact he kinda likes it. Means he’s
thinking about him. He stares too. He just way more discreet.
“Someone should teach him a lesson. Show him that no matter how hard he tries
he’ll never have you” he sighed tired of this conversation.
“Why cause you want me all to your fuckin self. Sorry man but you’ll only get
me in your fuckin dreams. Should warn you I’m not a gentle lover” he saw Ian
walking past them. He looked good today. He ain’t gonna lie after that night he
was in his head a lot. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s thinking about breaking
his no date rule for Ian. He’d also be lying if he said he wasn’t scared about
him bringing down his rep. He’s a senior and top dog at that. Ian would muddle
everything. He’s an asshole he knows it. He looked down and heard someone fall
hard with a squishing sound. He snapped his head up and Ian was face down
having fallen into his tray of food. Everyone who saw was pointing and laughing
especially Zeke and his friends. His heart broke for Ian.
“What the fuck happened” Mickey asked trying to keep his tone light. When
really he wanted to rush over to Ian and help him. Nate and Julian were
helping. Fucking Julian!
“What ain’t my fault fuckin Gallagher can’t walk. He shoulda been watching
where he’s going” Zeke shrugged with a smirk.
“You fuckin tripped him” he said wanting nothing more to punch his friend. He’s
never gotten like this about anyone.
“He needed to be taught a lesson”
**
He couldn’t believe it. He’s face down in his pizza. Let him die. Please
whoever’s out there let him die. He felt hands grabbing at him picking him up.
“Holy shit man” Nate said. “You alright?”
“Do I fuckin look alright Nate” he growled. He was humiliated. The entire
courtyard was laughing and pointing at him. He looked to the only person that
mattered. Him and Mickey locked eyes. Was he gonna do something, say something,
anything at all? The senior began to laugh. It looked forced as all hell but he
was still laughing. His eyes started filling with tears.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here” Nate said.
“Yea man. Fuck fourth period” Julian said grabbing Ian’s books. The last thing
Ian was aware of was Lip shoving Zeke then punching him in the face.
Chapter End Notes
     I am at the point where I have nothing written from here. I am hoping
     to get a chapter up once a week. I will try my best. Please let me
     know what you think :)
***** Yes Then You're No *****
Chapter Summary
     The aftermath of Zeke being a dick and Mickey just standing there.
Chapter Notes
     I had a lot of ideas for this chapter. I think I fit some into it. I
     also got the ending from some of your comments ;)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ian lay on his bed staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. If
you had told him yesterday that he would fall face first into pizza he would
have laughed. That or stayed home. Zeke is a fucking douchebag. He doesn’t even
remember what caused him to hate him so much. Honestly though do people like
Zeke need a legitimate reason to be assholes? The worst was Mickey. He didn’t
do anything! Nothing at all. He stood there and laughed. Even if the laughter
was fake it still hurt like it was real. They had shared something real,
something special. He thought that things were starting to shift, that Mickey
would finally want to make everything official. Ian wanted that more than
anything but now he’s not sure what he wants. He isn’t willing to be stuck in
the darkness forever but he doesn’t want to lose Mickey. Fuck why does it have
to be so hard!
Ian sat up against his headboard and checked his phone. A text from Nate asking
how he is. One from Mandy apologizing for Zeke, what the fuck does she see in
that guy. Lastly one from his sister letting him know that she’ll be bringing
home dinner tonight from KFC. He is working tonight so a lot of good that does
him. You know who didn’t fucking text him, MICKEY! He hasn’t texted him to
apologize, ask how he is, fuck even mock him. Just radio fucking silence. Ian
threw his phone on his night table and pulled his blanket above his head
wanting nothing more than to forget this day.
Ian heard his door shut and he pulled the blanket off his face.
“Hey man how ya feeling?” Lip asked sitting on his bed next to him. He pulled
out a cigarette lighting it.
“Should be askin you that” Ian said sitting up. Lip had a black eye, a bruise
on his cheek, and a busted top lip to complete his look.
“You should fuckin see the other guy” Lip chuckled handing his brother a
cigarette. He lit it for him then eyed him for a moment. Ian shifted under his
gaze. His brother looked at him pity in his eyes. He didn’t like it.
“What?” he asked running his hand through his hair.
“Nothin man” his brother shrugged.
“Then fuckin stop lookin at me like that” Ian grabbed his phone again and
checked it. No new messages. He sighed and put out his cigarette.
“Waitin on someone?” Lip put out his cigarette and dabbed at his lip with the
back of his hand. “For reals though Ian you alright? That shit was fuckin
brutal”
“Yea sure I’m alright. Whole school pretty much thinks I’m a loser anyways” he
smiled irritation laced every word he spoke. “This just gives them a reason”
“Fuck the whole school. Most of them are self righteous assholes anyways” his
older brother put an ice pack against his cheek wincing. “Zeke and Mickey have
the power to keep all that shit in check but they love a good public
humiliation”
“Yea Zeke’s a fuckin douchebag”
“Mickey is worse dude. At least Zeke doesn’t fuckin hide the fact he’s a
complete and utter tool” Ian only nodded his head with a noncommittal hmm.
“What you don’t think so? He’s a fuckin dick Ian”
“You don’t know him Lip” he sighed not wanting to have this conversation. Not
just because his brother won’t understand but cause he’s also having a hard
time believing his own words.
“And you do? Fuck just cause you like the guy doesn’t change the fact he’s an
asshole” Lip scoffed.
“You don’t fuckin know him like I do. He’s different around me” he checked his
phone again. Fucking nothing! He put it under his pillow. His alarm will go off
when he needs to leave for work.
“Oh yea cause you guys are best fuckin friends right? Jesus Ian give up your
little crush man. Mickey and you are never gonna happen. You’re fuckin better
off anyways” this ice wasn’t doing shit. He threw it on the bed and looked at
Ian. His little brother was staring at the floor saying nothing. “Hey you’re
better without him” Lip rest his hand on Ian’s shoulder trying to reassure him.
“Maybe you’re right. I just thought..” his words came out soft, almost a
whisper. Everything Lip was saying was trying to seep into his brain. Confuse
and debunk all the ideas that were already in there.
“Hey” Lip said searching Ian’s face. “You sure you’re alright?”
“I had him” he said simply. His brother’s expression screamed confusion.
“Who?”
“Mickey” he sighed his shoulders slumping. “We were fuckin. Have been for the
past six months or so” Lip sat quietly. “So yea..” he trailed off not knowing
what to say. Felt good to finally tell somebody. It didn’t alleviate his heavy
heart though.
“Wow you and Milkovich huh” his brother nodded and stood up. He paced for a
moment and turned to him. “What you just his booty call or somthin?” Ian
shrugged. “You get this fuckin makes Mickey a way bigger douchebag than Zeke
right?”
“How?” Ian scrunched up his brow at his brothers words.
“Really man” Lip put his hands on his hips. “He fucks you then pretends he
doesn’t know you. He fuckin doesn’t do anything! Not a single fuckin thing when
Zeke fucks with you. When anyone fucks with you for that matter” his brother
shook his head and sat back on the bed. “If he really gave a shit about you he
would do something. Not just stand back and watch”
“I know” Ian agreed gazing at the floor. There are so many times he wished the
floor would open up and swallow him. Would make life a whole lot simpler. “But
there are reasons Lip…”
“Reasons for what being a dick?” his head snapped up at his harsh words. “What
reasons could there be Ian?”
“His dad treats him like shit for bein gay and there’s school. He has good
reasons” he slumped into himself.
“Who you tryin to convince man, me or yourself” Lip stared at his brother
waiting for him to defend himself. He didn’t. “You’re not gonna keep fuckin him
are you?” Lip questioned his tone indicating he wasn’t accepting any answer but
no.
“I don’t know” he answered honestly. He doesn’t know what to do.
“Not gonna fuckin tell you what to do. Not your fuckin dad but I’m your brother
and I do give a shit about you” Lip put his hand on Ian’s shoulder again
squeezing tightly. “Mickey is a fuckin pussy bitch and I don’t see him
changing. You fuckin deserve better. Think about it” with that Lip gave his
shoulder one final squeeze, grabbed his ice pack, and walked out the door. His
phone alarm began sounding underneath his pillow. Thank god finally something
to distract him from his own brain and all this bullshit.
**
For once Ian was thankful that his shift was busy as hell. He doesn’t usually
work on Monday’s but he picked up an extra shift. It’s a great distraction. He
was able to block out all the crap that happened earlier. No thinking about the
excitement he felt when he woke up only to have it crushed, the humiliation he
experience, and definitely not Mickey. All that bullshit is swept under the rug
until he is able and ready to sift through it.
“Ian table nine is ready for you” his coworker Josh told him.
“Thanks” He made his way over to a couple who seemed to be on a date. It’s was
almost ten at night so that would make the most sense. They were giggling and
making googly eyes, it’s disgusting. They ordered some stupid plate to share
and a couple drinks. When he was bringing them their food he saw someone he
wish he hadn’t. Sitting in his section is none other than Mickey Milkovich. How
does he always know his shift even on days he doesn’t usually work. Does he ask
Mandy or something? Like what the fuck. “Here you are guys. Hope you enjoy. Let
me know if you need anything”
Ian decided he’s gonna ignore Mickey. Pretend like he isn’t even there. He kept
his eyes forward and walked past his table.
“Gallagher” Mickey cooed scooting to the end of the booth toward Ian. “Hey
stop” the senior smiled wrapping his hand around his wrist stopping him.
He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. “What do you want Mickey” Ian wouldn’t
look at him. He kept his back to him for fear that he would fold. He was scared
that if he looked into Mickey’s blown out eyes he would forget why he’s upset,
forget what he decided.
“Don’t be like that man” Mickey stood up and stepped in front of Ian. “That
shit earlier was fucked up” He cupped the redhead’s cheek so he would look at
him. “Zeke’s a dick”
Really Zeke! What about him! Ian pushed his hand away and stepped back. “He’s
not the only dick” he pulled his wrist out of his grasp. “I gotta get back to
work” he turned his back and started walking away. “You should go” he called
over his shoulder.
Mickey didn’t leave. In fact he sat at the same table for a hour snacking on
french fries and drinking sierra mist. What’s worse is that he had to keep
serving him. Nobody wanted to take his table and the one person who did gave it
back to him cause Mickey’s a fuckin douche. The night was finally coming to a
close and it was time for everyone to pay their checks. He walked over Mickey’s
table placing his check face down.
“Thanks for coming. For whenever you’re ready” Ian walked away swiftly and
cashed out his other customers. Mickey walked outside. Finally he left. His
relief was short lived when the senior walked back inside sitting down. Just
fuckin leave already! He’s trying to stay strong. He needs to get Mickey out of
his head. Lip is right. He’s better than this and he’s known it for a while.
Whenever he’s around the guy with his beautiful blue eyes he forgets how to
even talk. He needs to forget him but he wants to keep him forever. He’s so
screwed.
Ian walked over to him and decided to stick to one emotion, it’s easier. He’s
fucking pissed! Mickey doesn’t treat him the way he should. He doesn’t stick up
for him. He doesn’t tell Zeke to fuck off. He doesn’t want to date him. He is
just one giant fucking asshole who likes to fuck with his head! He’s not gonna
take it anymore.
“Gallagher” Mickey said with a grin when he walked over to him.
“Mickey what are you still doin here?” Ian grabbed the cash and the check.
“Need change?” Mickey shook his head. “Thanks” he tried to walk away but was
stopped again.
“Ian fuckin wait” Mickey grabbed his hand pulling him to sit down. Ian sighed
and sat in the booth across from Mickey. “You’re off soon right?”
“Yea and” he pulled away his hand.
“Wanna hang out...maybe do some stuff?” Mickey pulled his bottom lip through
his teeth and leered at Ian.
“I gotta get back to work” he stood up and so did Mickey.
“You take your break yet hmm?” he felt a hand move down his chest stopping at
his groin.
“I’m at work” the junior scolded pushing Mickey’s hand away and stepping back.
“I know but employees get fuckin breaks right?” Mickey was smiling. Too high to
even comprehending that Ian was upset with him.
“Fine come on” he grabbed Mickey’s hand and pulled him outside. He walked them
to an alley by his work then pushed him up against the wall facing it and
started to undo his pants.
“Damn Gallagher you’re sexy when you’re in a hurry” Mickey turned around and
leaned in to kiss Ian but he swerved out of reach. “What the fuck” he laughed
pushing Ian against the other wall of the alley. “Mmm” he hummed trying to kiss
him again but he turned his cheek.
“No kissing” Ian said gently pushing Mickey away. If they kissed his resolve
would crumble. Sex is just sex. Kissing is intimate, it means something to him.
“What the fuck why?” he scoffed with a smirk. “You think I got cooties or
somethin?”
“No..” he looked down the alley trying to think of what to say. Fuck it
Mickey’s high so he’ll probably believe whatever. “I’m sick” why make up a big
excuse if a tiny one will work just as well.
“You don’t look sick” Mickey ran his hands up under his shirt. “You don’t feel
sick” he smiled wide and nuzzled at his neck.
Ian gasped as Mickey sucked on his neck and massaged him over his pants. “Hmmm”
he groaned. Nope! Stay strong Gallagher. He spun them around so Mickey’s back
was against the wall. He gripped his waist and flipped him forcing Mickey to
brace himself on the wall. “Take down your pants” he quickly undid his own and
pulled them down. “You bring anything”
“Yea here” Mickey grabbed a lube packet out of his wallet and handed it over
his shoulder to Ian. He was panting. He likes when his redhead gets rough.
“Let’s make this quick” he lubed himself up and prepped Mickey before sliding
into him. This wasn’t supposed to be sweet. No love, lingering touches, none of
that touchy feely bullshit. He’s getting what he wants and Mickey’s getting
what he wants. This is how Mickey wanted it right? No strings attached. Ian
gripped his waist and pumped into him quickly. He wanted this over with as soon
as possible. He was having a hard time not attacking the silky neck in front of
him or going back on his whole no kissing thing. The faster he came the faster
he could send the guy on his way.
“Uh Gallagher..fuck” Mickey moaned. His head was thrown back on Ian’s shoulder.
He wasn’t sure what got into him but he liked it. Was kinda bummed about the
whole kissing thing. He likes kissing him. Made them feel closer or something.
He reached down and started stroking his dick in time with Ian’s thrusts.
“Gonna cum man..mmm” he came biting his lip to stifle his moan.
“Fuuucck” Ian groaned softly cumming. He took a moment to catch his breath then
pulled out. He tucked himself back into his pants then zipped them up.
“Damn Gallagher you’re a fuckin beast” he pulled up his pants chuckling then
turned around to look at Ian.
“Thanks” he said sarcastically. “Gotta get back you should go” he smoothed his
hair back making sure it wouldn’t tell the world he just had skanky sex in an
alley.
“You get off in like 30 minutes though” he lit a cigarette then blew out the
smoke. “Wanna see how many tickets we can get” he had a goofy grin spread
across his face. “Plan on beaten that pasty ass on the new Walking Dead game”
Ian smiled, he couldn’t help it. He wanted to stay mad but sometimes Mickey’s
too fuckin cute. Then he caught sight of his eyes, full round pupils almost
blocking out the blue, he’s high. It was the reminder he needed. Mickey only
wanted him when he was high, any other time he was too much of a loser for him.
“Na Mick I’m good. I gotta get back. Need to help close up” He left Mickey
standing in the alley so he could finish his shift.
******
The next day was about as good as was expected. People stared and tried to hide
their snickering as Ian walked by. Then there were the real jerks who didn’t
try to hide shit. They pointed, laughed, and called him names as he walked
past. He couldn’t wait for the next big high school drama to come about so the
attention would be off him.
“Damn Ian I’m surprised you even came to school today” Nate said in the lunch
line. “You’re a far better man than I. I would've skipped for like a week”
“Just shows you’re a pussy” Ian laughed handing the lunch lady $5.
“Whatever man” Nate chuckled shaking his head. They walked over and sat next to
Julian at their usual table.
“What up Julian” he said sitting down and taking a bite of his hotdog.
“Dude did you guys see Zeke’s face today?” Julian’s eyes were wide as he
prepared himself to tell juicy gossip. “Black eye, slip eyelid, bruised up
cheek the works. Lip really did a number on him. Serves him fuckin right”
“Guy had it comin” Nate agreed. Ian nodded. He wanted to stop talking about it
and try to forget it ever happened.
His friends continued to talk while he sat there eating his food and trying his
best to not look at Mickey. Lunch was almost over then Ian wouldn’t be anywhere
near his temptation. After their riveting conversation about the importance of
carrying breath mints on the first date the bell rang. They walked past
Mickey’s table. This is it. This is when he would usually turn to Mickey and
smile. Not today though, today he kept his eyes forward avoiding the icy blue
gaze altogether.
**
A knock at his window woke Ian up. He grabbed his phone to check the time, 1:
02am.
“Ughhh” he groaned getting out of bed. He didn’t bother putting any clothes on
cause he already knew who would be there. He pulled back his curtains and
opened his window. “What Mickey” he snapped.
“Woah calm down Gallagher” Mickey eyed his naked chest. Maybe clothes would've
been a good idea. “Gonna let me in” Mickey asked cocking his eyebrow and biting
his lip.
“Not tonight” he said simply.
“For reals?” he stayed stone faced. “You serious” Mickey eyes were searching
his face. The goofy carefree expression replaced by a serious one. The flip
made Ian wonder if Mickey was always as high as he acted or if it was just
that, an act.
“Not in the mood” he shrugged or at least he was trying not to be. He’s become
addicted to Mickey. Time to detox. “Sorry you drove all this way” he said then
shut his window on a very shocked Milkovich.
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Chapter Summary
     Ian tries to move on and Mickey doesn't know how he feels about that.
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“Uhhh fuck” Mickey groaned spilling over his hand. Ian has been fucking him
like this for three weeks now. All about that wam bam thank you man kinda shit.
It was fun at first but now it’s making him almost feel like some needy bitch.
He misses the kissing, talking, just hanging out. Every time he tries any of
that Ian acts shifty then promptly kicks him out. He doesn’t get it.
“Damn, you’re ass Mick” Ian said lowly then pulled out putting on his boxers.
He slapped Mickey’s ass then threw him his clothes.
“Wow Gallagher it’s that time of the night again?” he laughed sardonically and
shook his head.
“What you wanna share our souls or somethin? You’re high you came, I came, now
you can leave” Ian smiled leaning against his headboard with his hands folded
behind his head.
“You’re right” he scoffed lifting his eyebrows. “When you’re right you’re
fuckin right” he pulled his pants up and threw on his shirt.
“You pissed or somethin? Wanna spend the night huh Mick? We can spoon and I’ll
fuck you nice and slow in the mornin” Ian asked while the brunette put on his
clothes. He asked the question sarcastically but if Mickey said yes he would
make space on the bed immediately.
“Fuck you Gallagher” Mickey flipped him off then walked over to give his a
kiss. Ian turned his head and was kissed on the cheek. “Whatever bye”
Ian laid there on his bed as he watched the guy he wanted to be with climb out
his window. He was getting tired of this whole I don’t give a shit act. He
thought if he acted like he only wanted Mickey for sex maybe he would start
believing it. In truth every time Mickey shows up it’s harder for him to not
fold and go back to how it was. He misses talking to and kissing him. Before,
spending time with the senior was the highlight of his day. Now a part of him
wishes he would just stop showing up.
******
Ian’s eating cereal before school when Lip decides to bring up the one topic he
tries to avoid.
“So you fuckin decide what you’re gonna do bout Milkovich yet?” Lip asked
smoking his cigarette. Breakfast of champions. He shrugged his shoulders and
spooned another mouthful of cocoa puffs. “Hmm well know you’re still fuckin
him”
“Your point” he really didn’t feel like talking about this shit with his
brother first thing in the morning.
“Jesus Ian my point is you’re better than him” Lip ashed out his cigarette.
“Either make him wife it up or break if off. You’re too good for this shit”
He was done talking about this. Ian threw his bowl in the sink and left for
school.
**
Ian and Mandy were sitting in their math class working on correcting their mid-
terms. Correcting their own tests seems like a waste of time. Their teacher
Mrs. Michel already graded them. What’s the point in redoing the problem til
it’s correct? Fuck he hated math.
“Hey Ian” Mandy said softly. “You goin to the decades dance?”
“Probably” he gave a noncommittal shrug.
“Gonna ask anyone? I think Julian’s been eyeing you” Mandy waggled her
eyebrows.
“Whatever Mands” he didn’t think Julian liked him. They are friends. He didn’t
get the flirty vibe from him. “Guessin you’re goin with Zeke?”
“You guessed right. He’s gonna love my outfit. Been workin on it for a while”
she was looking off into nothing chewing on her pencil.
“Sure he will” he said sarcastically lifting his eyebrows. He feels sorry that
his friend has to put up with her douchebag boyfriend.
“Hey” she lightly punched his shoulder. “He’s not as big of an asshole as he
seems. Don’t know why he’s such a dick to you. He won’t tell me”
“It’s whatever” he shrugged his shoulder and erased his answer. Wrong again.
“So you gonna wear a poodle skirt?”
“Duh it’s 50s theme Ian” Mandy shook her head like he’d just asked the
stupidest question ever.
“You’re right what the fuck was I thinking?” he laughed. He looked over at
Mandy’s test. She was almost done. “How the fuck are you so good at this?”
“Not sure. Must be a Milkovich thing”
“Must be” Mickey would help him with problems sometimes. “Oh my fuckin god show
me how to do this. I’m about to claw my fuckin eyes out” For the rest of the
class Mandy made him feel like a complete idiot. She was a wizard with math
problems. She kept bringing up the decades dance. He didn’t plan on going at
all but sounds like it might be fun. Maybe he will have to go.
**
Ugh finally math is over. Now onto history. Ian was at his locker switching
books then closed his the door revealing a smiling Julian on the other side.
“Hey Ian” Julian said keeping pace with him.
“Hey Julian what’s up man” it’s weird they are in the next class together. He
doesn’t usually escort him.
“Not much. So you ready for the test?”
“Guess so. Studied some yesterday” history is easy. He’s really good with dates
and shit.
“That’s cool so uh I have a question” Julian’s voice sounded nervous for some
reason.
“Shoot”
“Ok” his friend paused and took a deep breath. “I was wondering if you maybe
wanted to do somethin tomorrow”
“Sure man”
“Really?” you could almost hear the smile in Julian’s voice. “7 sound good?”
“Sound’s good” he wasn’t paying much attention. Mickey was on his
brain...again. Was he going to the dance? Was he taking someone?
“K so I’ll pick you up? Or you wanna meet me there?”
“Where?” Ian stopped. He felt like he was missing something here. “Wait are you
askin me out..on a date?” he raised his eyebrows in shock.
“Uh I mean..well we don’t” Julian was opening and closing his mouth nothing
coherent coming out. “You know what nevermind. Just pretend this didn’t happen”
he smiled sheepishly turning around opposite the direction to class.
“Julian hey” he called and the guy turned around. “You can pick me up. Don’t
have a car” Julian smiled wide and walked with him to class.
*****
“I can’t fuckin do this shit” Ian downed half his beer as he watched the clock
inch closer to 7.
“Calm down dude it’s not fuckin rocket science” Lip chuckled smoking his
cigarette. “You go, you eat, you have a good fuckin time. Stop stressin”
“Shut up Lip. This is stupid” he huffed sitting on the couch next to his
brother. “Who the fuck goes on actual dates anymore? Thought that shit was
played out”
“Apparently not. You’re just used to fuckin Mickey who won’t even be seen with
you”
“Thanks that makes me feel a lot better” he picked at his beer label. Why does
shit always come back to Mickey.
“Be happy bro” Lip said standing up ruffling Ian’s hair. “At least I don’t
sugar coat shit”
He smirked and pushed away his brothers hand. Before he could reply their
doorbell rang. Here goes nothing.
**
Julian drove them to Chili’s and now he’s sitting like the most awkward person
in history. His friend was nice and held the conversation but he should talk
more. It shouldn’t be that hard! They’re friends. Just act like friends.
“You like scary movies right?” Julian asked once again trying to get more than
a one word answer from him.
“Yea..doesn’t everyone” he smirked cocking his eyebrow. He can do this. He can
be cute and interesting.
“No not everyone. My older brother is terrified. We saw Annabelle two and he
had nightmares for a week”
“Really? My little brother Carl watched it and he laughed the entire time” he
took a sip of his Pepsi. “He’s a bit of a psychopath though so it’s hard to
trust his reactions” Julian laughed then sipped at his strawberry lemonade
blushing. Maybe he’s better at dating than he thought.
“So Ian let’s get down to the nitty gritty” Julian leaned in crossing his arms
on the table.
“Ok” he said unsure of what the ‘nitty gritty’ meant.
His date narrowed his eyes. “What’s your favorite color?”
“For reals?”
“This is serious business” Julian sat back in his chair and crossed his arms.
“Gotta see if we’ll mesh”
“And that’s based on our favorite fuckin colors?” he chuckled playing with is
napkin.
“Fuck yea it does. So spill”
”It’s green. Like a bright neon green” their waitress showed up and gave them
both their food interrupting them. After he ate a few bites he looked at Julian
thoughtfully. He’s cute, nice, and smart. All great qualities and he’s his
friend. He should want him right? He’s the perfect guy and yet here he is
wishing he was Mickey. Jesus Gallagher get over that fucker. He doesn’t want
you, not how you want him. Gotta try to move on. You can do it. “Your turn.
Favorite color, go”
“Red. Favorite Candy?”
“Twix. Favorite movie?”
“Napoleon Dynamite”
“Really?” he cocked his eyebrow. That movie good but favorite worthy?
“Really that a problem? You?” The rest of dinner was spent like this. A rapid
fire of questions until they ran out of shit to ask. Julian paid for the food
which was odd. He wouldn’t even let him pitch in. He said his dad always taught
him that if you invite someone to dinner, you pay. His date insisted on walking
him to his door. This was some real teen movie type shit.
“Sooo I hope you had a good time” Julian said as they walked up to his door.
“Yea it was fun” he stopped and looked at Julian. There was an intensity in his
eyes that he didn’t quite understand.
“Alright well” Julian rocked back onto his heels then leaned forward kissing
him on the lips. He was shocked still. What the fuck. He is kissing him. Julian
is kissing him. His lips were soft against his. He moved his lips tentatively
against his dates. The kiss is sweet and lasts only for a moment. “See you
tomorrow” Julian winked at him then left him standing on his doorstep.
He walked into to see Lip and his siblings sitting on the couch watching Family
Feud.
“Hey Romeo how’d it go?” Lip asked when he sat on the couch.
“He kissed me” he said plainly.
“No shit. How was it?” his brother cocked his eyebrow and handed him a joint.
“Weird” he lit it then took a drag hoping it would clear his mind. Or at least
chill him out enough to think through shit.
“Bad weird?”
“No weird weird. Just not Mickey I guess” he sat back into the couch laying his
head down staring up at the ceiling.
“Ain’t that a good thing. Help you get the fuck over him?”
“Yea I guess” he wasn’t sure how to feel. He could try his best to push the
brunette from his mind. He wanted to get over Mickey, maybe then his heart
would cooperate with his head.
“Trust me Ian this is a fuckin good thing” Lip tapped his shoulder making him
raise his head and handed him the joint. “You know what they say. The best
fuckin way to get over someone is to get under someone else”
“Well Julian is kinda hot” Ian smirked.
“That’s the fuckin spirit. Get you a piece of that ass” his brother wasn’t the
guy to take relationship advice from but he has a point. He likes Julian and
obviously Julian likes him so why not give him a chance. Who knows maybe he’ll
have a date to the dance next week.
*****
Mickey sat at their usual lunch table glancing over to Ian’s. The kid has
ignored him the past three nights he has shown up. It’s pissing him off. Did he
just decide they’re done and not tell him? And no they’re not done. He’s not
ready to give up Ian yet.
“You goin to the dance Mick?” his friend Luke asked.
“Yea probably”
“You bringin a date?”
“Have you ever seen Mickey with a date?” Zeke teased elbowing his friend.
“Ha ha you guys are fuckin hilarious” he looked over to Ian’s table and noticed
him laughing. Wonder what he’s laughing about. “Don’t need a date. They
complicate shit”
“#foreveralone Mick” Zeke said biting into an apple.
“#gofuckyourself” everyone continued to talk about the dance while he snuck
glances at his redhead. Ian and that guy Julian were sitting extra close to
each other. The guy was laughing and kept touching Ian whenever he could.
Julian looked like a needy attention whore. Ugh.
Ian (12:07): Hey
He sent the text and watched as Ian took his phone out then put it back in his
pocket. Really he’s ignoring him! What the fuck is going on?
Ian (12:12): Why haven’t you let me in?
Again Ian took out his phone, looked at it, then put it back in his pocket.
This is bullshit. He wasn’t gonna be ignored. He got up and walked over to
Ian’s table.
“Mickey?” Ian asked in disbelief. Yea he’s shocked he walked over here too.
“Gallagher can I talk to you for a sec?” his eyes shifted all over the place as
if everyone could guess they were fucking just from them talking. Geez why is
he such a dick. He shouldn’t fucking care what people think and yet here his
caring.
“Uh sure. Be right back” he rolled his eyes when the redhead spoke to Julian.
Like he actually gave a shit where he’s going. It’s sickening. They walked over
to an empty table. “What?” Ian said putting his hands on his hips.
“Jesus Gallagher what the fuck crawled up your ass?”
“Do you have somethin to actually say Mick? Surprised you’re talkin to me where
people might see” Ian looked away and he could see the tension in his jaw.
“Alright alright calm down” how to bring this up? “Are you fuckin Julian?” well
he just blurted that out didn’t he.
“What the fuck?” Ian raised his eyebrow. “That’s none of your fuckin business
Mickey”
“The fuck it isn’t”
“How would this be any of your business”
“Cause we’re fuckin” he subconsciously stepped closer to the redhead looking up
at him. Mickey put his hands on his hips and squared up to him. “Wanna know if
I gotta get tested”
“Fuck you Mickey” Ian sneered at him. “Don’t know what your fuckin problem is
but you’re the one who doesn’t want to date me. So don’t come over acting like
some jealous bitch cause I might be datin someone else”
“You’re fuckin datin him?” he said quietly breaking eye contact.
“So what if I am. Gonna give me a fuckin reason not to?”
“No, do what you want” he said shrugging.
“Whatever” he huffed. “Not gonna deal with this shit. Now you got anything
important to say or can I go back to my friends?” Mickey stayed silent. The
junior waited a moment before rolling his eyes and walking back to his friend.
“Fine leave bitch what do I care” he called after Ian then remembered where he
was and shut his mouth real quick. Fuck that did not go anywhere near how he
wanted the conversation to go. He didn’t learn anything. For all he knows Ian
could be fucking Julian and that’s why he won’t fuck him. A white hot fire was
burning in his gut. He’s never felt this way before. He doesn’t like Julian
sitting so close to Ian, touching him, did he just fucking kiss him on the
cheek! The actual fuck! Mickey sat back down at his table and crossed his arms.
“Damn Mick you look like someone pissed in your cereal” Zeke said. “You
alright?”
“Fuckin fine” he took out a cigarette and lit it. He’s not fine. Not one
fucking bit.
*****
Mickey stood by the punch bowl on the lookout for Zeke while he spiked it. You
would think the teachers would be more vigilant at school dances. The punch
always got spiked and they always did it. The thought they wised up buying
water bottles but what’s the point when you still made punch.
“Zeke what the fuck!” Mandy said grabbing Zeke by the arm. “Stop doin that
stupid shit and come dance with me”
“I’m comin, I’m comin” Zeke followed his sister onto the dance floor.
This dance isn’t too bad. The music is modern which he wasn’t expecting. It’s
50s theme so he thought it would have a bunch of shitty old music. Plus the
costumes are cool. He is wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and his blue and gold
lettermans jacket. Mandy insisted he slick his hair back and it actually didn’t
look half bad. His sister had a deep blue poodle skirt that matching Zeke’s
letterman jacket with a white top. She had her hair in a ponytail with a gold
ribbon around it. He would never tell her to her face but she looks pretty,
almost straight out of a 50s magazine. Zeke and him were matching aside from
his friend wearing a black shirt. Most of the students with a letterman jackets
were wearing them. It’s the easiest and cheapest thing they could wear.
Mickey was standing on the dance floor not dancing when he saw Ian. He walked
into the auditorium with Julian. Fucking Julian! Damn Ian looked good. He was
wearing dark skinny jeans the bottoms rolled up slightly, red converse, a
leather jacket, and his hair was slicked back as well. It killed him that
Julian looked fucking good too. Nowhere near his redhead but he wasn’t ugly,
unfortunately. If he was then Ian wouldn’t want him and he wouldn’t want to
kick the guys face in. How angry would Ian be if he decided to punch Julian in
the face and drag his ass over with him. Maybe he wouldn’t be angry? Ha yea
fucking right! Ian wants people respected and treated right. Stupid logic.
Mickey sighed and took out his phone. He couldn’t exactly go caveman style on
his ginger ass but he wanted to, especially when he saw them dancing together.
Julian was grinding his ass on Ian’s dick. Fucking disgusting display. He
creeped on them for the next 15 minutes until the guy went to the bathroom
leaving Ian behind.
“Take a picture might fuckin last longer” Lip said making him jump. Where the
fuck did he come from.
“Don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about” he rolled his shoulder and
thumbed at his nose.
“Sure you don’t”
“Gotta reason why you’re talkin to me Lip” he wanted the other Gallagher to go
away acting all knowing and shit.
“Actually yea. Fuckin make up your mind, you either want him or you don’t” he
glared at the older Gallagher. Obviously Ian told him.
“Fuck off” he shuffled his feet. “You don’t know shit”
“Whatever Mickey quit bein such a goddamn pussy. If you fuckin want to date my
brother then tell him. If you think bein popular is more important then don’t
be pissed when someone else comes around” Lip took a few steps then turned back
around to him. “But if you think he’s waitin around for you you’re fuckin
wrong” with that Lip walked away joining his friends.
“Fuck” he growled lowly and glared toward Ian. Julian had come back and they
were dancing again. His redhead locked eyes with him, his expression went
completely blank. Mickey gave him a flirty smile and cocked his eyebrow. Ian
stared at him for a minute longer then looked away. No smile for him. Ok this
shit is getting out of hand. What the fuck. Ian wasn’t pissed before about
their arrangement. What fucking changed? Why did he feel the need to start
dating people other than him? Wait, they aren’t dating. He doesn’t date. Sure
felt like they were though. “What the fuck” he huffed running his hand through
his hair. This jealousy shit sucks.
Chapter End Notes
     Had a lot of comments for jealous Mickey and another love interest
     for Ian. Bam now there's both. Hope it worked lol not positive how I
     feel about it. I'm excited for the next couple chapters coming up.
     I'll try to get them up as soon as I can. Please let me know what you
     think :)
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