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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Shameless_(US)
  Relationship:
      Ian_Gallagher/Mickey_Milkovich, Mickey_Milkovich/Original_Male_Character
      (s)
  Character:
      Ian_Gallagher, Mickey_Milkovich, Andrew_Myers
  Additional Tags:
      Angst_and_Fluff_and_Smut, Ian_Gallagher_-_Freeform, Mickey_Milkovich_-
      Freeform, age_gap, High_school_Ian_-_Freeform, Semi-Public_Sex, Texting,
      Domestic_Ian_Gallagher/Mickey_Milkovich, Top_Ian_Gallagher, Bottom_Mickey
      Milkovich, Jealous_Ian_Gallagher, Anal, Eventual_Happy_Ending
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-30 Updated: 2018-03-09 Chapters: 6/? Words: 18150
****** It Wasn't Me ******
by Jessica92
Summary
     Ian and Mickey have been fooling around for a while. On the surface
     everything seems perfect. Only one problem, Mickey is engaged.
Notes
     This story is inspired by the song It Wasn't Me by Shaggy. If you
     haven't heard it I suggest listening to it cause it's awesome. Been
     working on this fic for a while and need some motivation to finish
     it. Comments and kudos always appreciated :)
***** Late Night Baking *****
Mickey spotted him again. Fuck this kid was going to be the death of him.
Always fuckin outside playing basketball in nothing but his basketball shorts.
His chest glistening with sweat. Just the sight of the kid had him hard within
two seconds. He knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t feel the things he did for
the kid. He’s 25 and engaged while Ian is 17 in fuckin high school. Guess you
can’t control lust. This thing between them was not planned. He had always
noticed Ian staring a little too long or making sure to have his shirt off when
he knew Mickey was home. One night Ian showed up at his house like he did
tonight and flirted with him like he usually did. Mickey would normally laugh
off Ian’s advances, act like he didn’t comprehend he was flirting, that night
though he had been drinking and was lonely so he invited him in.
***Five Months Ago***
Once again he’s sitting here alone. Andrew was constantly fucking working and
now he’s home alone more often than not. He was on his fourth beer and was
starting to feel that little buzz that helped him forget how lonely he was.
He’s not fucking high maintenance by any means but fuck his fiancés been gone
for five days in a row now. Last weekend he was gone all day Saturday when they
were suppose to go to Iggy’s baby shower together. He was stuck there all by
himself feeling awkward as fuck. He could only stand his family for so long and
everyone was badgering him about his missing fiancé. He got up to grab another
beer hoping to black out and ignore his pain. He loved his fiance to some
degree but he wasn’t sure he was in love with him anymore. He just wanted to
forget it all even if for a night.
Mickey decided before another beer he wanted to change. He went to his room and
pulled out a pair of old grey sweats. Andrew hated them. He thought they looked
raggedy and so he bought him new ones. Sure these ones had a few holes but they
were his most comfortable pair. He decided no shirt cause he liked to wear as
little clothes as possible. The idea was to be comfortable not cover up. Beer
in hand Mickey walked to sit and watch Ted. He fucking loved this movie. It
made him crack up every time he watched it and he wanted to laugh. Plus Mark
Wahlberg is hot as fuck. The movie was just getting to the thunder song when
there was a knock at the door. He took his phone out and checked the time, 9:
27. Who the fuck would be knocking on his door this late? There was another
knock.
“Alright alright calm your tits” he shouted then pulled open the door. “Ian
what’s up man? Somethin wrong?” Everyone on the block knew that The Gallaghers
pretty much took care of themselves. Ian’s older sister Fiona and her boyfriend
Kyle worked a lot to keep the household running. Both of them were around his
age taking care of five kids. Mickey doesn’t know how they did it, sometimes he
had a hard time taking care of himself. Ian showing up at his door isn’t
uncommon. Almost all of the Gallaghers have knocked on Mickey’s door in the
past three years they’ve lived there. Usually they need a ride to the emergency
room or the grocery store for last minute items. The worst is when the oldest
brother Lip showed up holding a towel to the second youngest Gallaghers head
asking for a ride. Carl had apparently thought it was a good idea to jump from
couch to couch slipped and caught the edge of a coffee table. Fiona would get
there looking frazzled every time. Those kids are lucky they got their sister
and her boyfriend cause their parents are nowhere to be found.
“Hey Mr. Milkovich” Ian not so discreetly checked him out. He was now very
aware of the fact he didn’t have a shirt on. “Uh no nothin’s wrong but I was
wonderin if you had eggs”
“Eggs? It’s 9:30 man and you came to my house for eggs?” he crossed his arms
over his chest and cocked an eyebrow.
“Yea Debbie wanted to make cake but we’re out of eggs. Can we borrow 2?” Ian
sounded nervous, which he found really fucking adorable. What the fuck no he
did not. He did not think his 17 year old neighbor is adorable.
“Hmm can you really borrow if you never give them back?” he wanted to make Ian
squirm just a bit.
“I guess not” he glanced to the side not knowing what to say. Mickey wasn’t
giving him any hints and him being shirtless was making his brain malfunction.
“I’m just fuckin with you kid” He chuckled “Come on I’ll get your eggs” Mickey
left the door opening allowing him to follow. Ian hadn’t been in Mickey’s house
without Andrew here. They used to be together a lot and now he barely noticed
Andrew around. He been harboring a crush on Mickey since they had moved in. He
was almost 14 at the time but he always thought he was hot. It used to bother
him when Mickey didn’t give him any extra attention at barbecues and stuff like
that, but he’s trying to get over it. He hasn’t fully yet, maybe one day. He
still has this fantasy of fucking Mickey once and him getting addicted to his
dick. Mickey is grade A spank bank material. His ass fills his jeans out
perfectly. Ian can’t help but stare at it as he follows Mickey into the
kitchen. He doesn’t notice that he’s being talked to.
“Yo Gallagher did you hear what I was saying? Stop starin at my ass and pay
attention” Fuck guess he wasn’t as discreet as he thought.
“Wasn’t starin at your ass Mr. Milkovich” he blushed trying to laugh it off. He
wondered if he should run out the house. Is it possible to die of
embarrassment?
“Mmm hm whatever you say kid” Mickey chuckled then opened the fridge door. “So
you guys bakin a cake at 9:30 at night? Don’t you know that’s daytime shit” he
took out two eggs and set them on the counter.
“Debbie doesn’t care what time it is. She wanted to bake a cake and wouldn’t
quit bitchin til we did” Ian grabbed them and shrugged his shoulders “Thanks
for the eggs Mr. Milkovich” he turned and went to walk out the door.
“Hey Ian you should bring me a piece of that cake when it’s done” Mickey said.
He nodded then turned the door handle. “Oh and you can call me Mickey” the guy
smirked then looked away. Was he flirting? No can’t be.
“Uh thanks...Mickey” he walked out of the house trying to keep his joker like
grin off his face.
It was now 10:45 and Mickey was seven beers in. Andrew doesn’t like him to
drink this much. What he don’t know won’t hurt him. He walked into the kitchen
staggering a little to get a snack. He was thinking chips or the leftover steak
in the fridge, maybe both. Yea both sounded good. He heated the steak up and
scarfed it down. Guess he was really fuckin hungry. He decided it was still too
early for bed and wanted to watch Limitless. It was a good enough movie and
Bradley Cooper’s acting ain’t half bad. He was about 20 minutes into the movie
when he heard a knock at the door again.
“Motherfucker” he sighed then yanked open the door “Gallagher what the fuck” he
looked down “Is that cake?”
“Yea you said to bring you a piece when it’s done. It’s uh done now” he smirked
handing Mickey the piece of chocolate cake.
“Oh thanks” he knew he shouldn’t but he was bored and lonely. Ian had turned to
walk away “You maybe wanna come inside? Watching Limitless” bad idea, bad idea.
“Sure Mickey” Mickey moved out of the way to allow Ian in. He felt like he was
inviting trouble in for some reason. Whatever he can control himself. He’s not
gonna hit on this firm...sexy..goddamn it!
“You can sit wherever” he said waving his hand between the couch and loveseat.
Ian chose to sit on the couch so he chose the loveseat. He got a fork from the
kitchen and ate his cake. The silence was awkward so he decided to fill it.
“How’s basketball?”
“It’s fucking awesome…” Ian went on to tell him everything that is going on
this season. He’s excited cause their team is actually good this year unlike
last year. Mickey mostly nodded and hmm’d when appropriate. This kid could
fuckin talk. Once you got him going he was a chatterbox. He didn’t mind it
though. It was nice to have someone to talk to that wasn’t himself. “Yea so we
are definitely going to fuckin championship this year. I can feel it”
“That’s cool man. Good luck with that” he smiled then scanned the teen sitting
on his couch. Fuck he’s been drinking too much. Ian gave him a sly grin
obviously catching him checking him out. He looked down cause where else was he
supposed to look. Ugh no, behave Mikhalio. He decided not to be sitting there
now. “Wow it’s pretty late you should probably get goin. I’ll ah wash this
plate for you real quick”
“No it’s ok Mickey you don’t have to” Ian argued following him into the
kitchen. He felt eyes on him and knew the kid was oggling him. He cleared his
throat and started running the dish under the water.
“I want to” he said his voice sounding higher than usual. He needed to get his
head under control. All he’s doing right now is imagining Ian fucking him. He’s
so damn horny. Ian walked up besides him to dry the dish and to test his fuckin
willpower. He handed the plate to be dried.
“Thanks Mickey” he said lowly. He felt it. The change in the atmosphere. He
heard the way Mickey’s voice got high like he’s flustered. He knows the older
man is engaged but it’s not like his fiance is ever here. He could fuck Mickey
and Andrew wouldn’t even have to know. Mickey would get sex and he could live
out his fantasy. Yes he gets that makes him an asshole but he’s having a hard
time convincing himself it’s a bad idea. A really hard time.
“No problem” Mickey locked eyes with him for a moment too long. “Uh maybe you
sho…” he lunged forward and kissed the guy. If he freaked out at least he could
blame it on being a hormonal teenager. You’d be surprised how often that shit
worked as an excuse.
“The fuck Ian” Mickey said pushing him back. The guy glared at him and touched
his lip. He wasn’t spitting so that’s a good sign. Before Ian could grovel for
forgiveness Mickey grabbed him by the shirt and smashed their lips together.
God yes it’s finally happening. Mickey tasted fucking wonderful, like chocolate
cake and, he’s not even sure but yum. He smoothed his tongue over Mickey’s lip
until he opened his mouth. He swirled his tongue around in his mouth exploring
every inch before lightly sucking on the tip of his tongue.
“Fuck you taste amazing” Ian panted pulling away.
“Fuckin weirdo” Mickey said before claiming his lips again. He started kissing
Ian’s neck feeling the redhead run his fingers through his hair.
“Uh shit” Ian moan “I wanna fuck you. Can I?” Is he really asking permission
right now? Very polite of him.
Mickey made his way back up to his lips. He needed to really think about this.
This was one of those life altering decisions. Did he want his 17 year old next
door neighbor to fuck his 25 yr old engaged ass? Ian started rubbing his dick
through his sweats. “Mmm yes fuck”
Ian practically growled as he sank down on his knees, pulled down Mickey’s
sweats, and engulfed his dick. He tried for finesse, coordination, what he got
was sloppy and desperate. He brought his head up and down on Mickey’s hard cock
swirling his tongue at the tip. He used the tip of his tongue to tease at the
slit. He glanced up at Mickey loving the needy look on his face. He grinned
then took him back into his mouth. Mickey gasped above him then laced his
fingers through his hair. He felt his head being pressed down and allowed
Mickey to fuck into his mouth. Ian swallowed down as much of Mickey’s cock as
he could. He reached around and clenched Mickey’s ass in his hands. As his face
was getting drilled he moved a finger over Mickey’s hole gently pressing
against it. Abruptly he was pushed off the older man’s cock.
“Wha…” he gasped slack jawed ready to whine if needed. Pleeasse don’t make me
leave.
“If you don’t stop I’m gonna fuckin cum and neither of us wants that right?”
Mickey said trying to catch his breath. He turned around and leaned against the
counter presenting his ass to Ian. “Don’t stare kid. Just get on me”
“Jesus” Ian groaned still on his knees. He scooted up to the ass he’s been
jerking it to since forever. He spread his cheeks then left an open mouthed
kiss over his hole licking in a circle. He moaned and bit his lip. He wanted to
savor this moment. It was almost like Christmas getting the gift he has been
wanting for so long. Don’t fucking cum right now he screamed at himself. He
just hoped his dick was listening.
He pushed Mickey down onto the counter. “I’m gonna wreck that ass” he growled
lowly feeling the man shiver. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a
packet of lube. He tore it open and Mickey looked back at him.
“Who the fuck carries around a packet of lube?” he asked cocking his eyebrow.
Ian laughed then spread it on his fingers.
“Oh you know I’m a growing boy and you have a perfect ass. Wanted to be
prepared if my fantasy ever came true and here we are. You should be thanking
me, now we can get this show on the road” he circled Mickey’s rim before slowly
pressing a finger inside causing the older man to moan. He smiled lasciviously.
He never thought he’d say this but he’s really fucking grateful for bratty
sisters and late night baking.
***** Date Night *****
Chapter Summary
     Date night for the two. Fun is to be had by both and Ian's mind is
     stuck on one thing.
Chapter Notes
     First off thank you to kennnyg for your comment on the duplicate
     posting of this fic. I didn't get to respond cause it was deleted so
     if you read this thanks! This chapter was fun to write but it does
     have something I'm not confident with...smut lol hope it doesn't
     chase you away.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
After their first time Mickey told Ian never again. It was a one time thing and
he felt extremely fuckin guilty. The kid understood and didn’t fight him. In
hopes of alleviating his guilt Mickey was more attentive to Andrew. If he
wasn’t working at the dealership and Andrew was home he was by his side. The
rub was that his fiance wasn’t home that often and when he was he thought
Mickey was being too clingy. It seemed that no matter how he played it he
couldn’t fucking win. The idea was that the more time he spent with Andrew the
less he would think about his neighbor. He avoided talking to Ian, being
outside when he was, and anything else he could think of to get him out of his
head. It was useless though. One night while Andrew was out of town Ian showed
up to ask for a cup of sugar, late night fucking baking again. Honestly who
does that shit? Mickey didn’t think and left the door open Ian following
behind. The atmosphere was tense. The last time they were in his kitchen it led
to very questionable decisions. He handed the redhead his sugar and when Ian
turned to walk away he didn’t think. He spun him around and pressed their lips
together spilling the sugar all over the floor. They didn’t notice though they
were only worried about getting the other undressed.
***Present***
“Mickey, babe help me with these groceries” Mickey’s fiancé Andrew snapped him
out of his longing stare at the redhead.
“Uh yea sorry. Hand me that bag” Once they were finally done dragging their
groceries into the house they decided to go get Cold Stone. Mickey loves ice
cream and Andrew was rarely home, when he was he tried to give him attention.
Too bad that only lasted for about an hour. When they were walking out to their
car they were stopped by the perky teenager.
“Good afternoon Mr. Myers, Mr. Milkovich” Ian smiled basketball in hand then
waved to the two men.
“Ian” Andrew said “How’s the team lookin this year? Think you’re gonna go all
the way"
“Of course Mr. Myers we fuckin rock” he looked over to Mickey holding his gaze
a moment too long “I know I’ll be going all the way”
“Well let us know when your games are this year. Maybe Mick and I will try to
catch a few”
“Will do Mr. Myers” Ian smiled and glanced again at Mickey before shooting the
ball getting nothing but net.
*******
“Are you fucking kidding me? You were just gone last weekend” he was tired of
this shit. Not like his fiancé actually paid that much attention to him but
sometimes it was nice to have him home.
“I know Mickey I’m sorry. You know if I had a choice I would stay”
“Sure” he wasn’t so sure about that. Andrew finished packing his expensive
suits into his suitcase and zipped it up. For all the whining Mickey did to try
to keep him there it was getting easier and easier to just not give a fuck.
Their relationship had burned out a while ago. Mickey had tried to keep them
together but it didn’t seem like Andrew cared.
“I’ll see you in two days” Andrew said leaning over and kissing him on the
cheek. “Love you” Mickey only nodded his head and watched him walk out the
door.
Mickey was sitting watching an episode of Supernatural when he heard a knock at
the door. The only person he was expecting didn’t usually knock. He yanked the
door open about to tell whoever it was to fuck off when he spotted Ian.
“What are you doin here?” he said crossing his arms across his chest and
leaning against the doorframe.
“Oh you know, just wanted to borrow some sugar” Ian said brushing past Mickey
closing the door. When he stepped over the threshold he slammed Mickey up
against the door and smashed their lips together. “Fuck I thought he was never
going to leave” he started sucking at his neck.
“You know he’s never home for long” Mickey said sounding almost disappointed.
He missed the memory of what they used to have. The redhead currently massaging
him through his jeans helped drown out his self reflection. Mickey never
thought he would be having an affair. They have been fucking for about five
months now. He saw how Ian looked at him. He knew the kid was falling for him
and that was a problem. Ian shouldn’t fall for him. They couldn’t be together.
He knew that for them there was no future, eventually this would end. When he
stops being such a selfish bastard he is going to end this. When that happens
Mickey didn’t want to hurt Ian more than was necessary. The longer they’re
together though the more he notices that twinkle in his eye. Don’t get him
wrong he likes Ian a lot. They have a strong connection both emotionally and
sexually but Mickey isn’t letting himself go there. He wouldn’t let himself
love the teenager. If he loved him then he wouldn’t ever let him go. It wasn’t
fair to hold him back like that. He wouldn’t do that to him.
“Mmm Mickey fuck” Ian sighed into his mouth running his hands up the back of
his shirt. He felt nails rake down his back and he couldn’t stop his groan.
“Nah ah” he said pushing the kid away. Ian surged forward capturing his lips
again. He grabbed Mickey’s arms and pinned them above his head. Ian started
peppering kisses down Mickey’s jaw nipping lightly at his pulse point. He was
rutting against the older man who was putty in his hands. Ian slid one of his
hands down Mickey’s body, the other still holding his hands up, and got one
button undone. “Wait hmmm wait” Mickey whines trying to sounds assertive and
failing miserably.
“What?” Ian said pulling back so he could look him in the eyes. He was still
holding his arms up. He was tired of being told to stop. He hasn’t fucked
Mickey since Andrew was home. A whole fucking week! He sneered at the thought
of Andrew touching the guy in front of him. It didn’t use to bother him so much
but now it’s almost all he can think about. Andrew touching him, kissing him,
fucki...no stop. So yea he wants to fuck Mickey. Erase all those thoughts. Make
him scream his name so he can know that even if he can’t have him a small part
of Mickey is his.
“Don’t look at me like that bitch. We ain’t fuckin right now” Ian’s face looks
like he would stomp his foot if that meant getting what he wants. He pushed
against Ian’s arms and he let him go. Was he fuckin pouting right now.
“Gallagher why do you fuckin look like I kicked your puppy hmm?” he cocked his
eyebrow waiting for a response from the redhead. He knew why he was upset. It’s
been a week and that’s a long time for a horny teenager. Christ it’s a long
time for him but Ian knew they were going to the drive in. They had decided
together to go see The Justice League at the drive in theatre. It’s been years
since Mickey has been to one. Drive ins though mean less nosy ass people
possibly seeing them and telling Andrew.
“I just thought” he shrugged his shoulder still staring at the floor. Ugh he
felt like a child right now. He squared his shoulders and faced Mickey, who had
an amused look on his face. “It’s not funny” he smiled then stepped closer to
Mickey. “Come on Mick” he leaned in and whispered in his ear “You know you want
it” he took his earlobe between his teeth briefly sucking “I’ll turn you out. I
always do” he bit his lip and grinned when he felt the man shiver. He snaked
his hand down to play with the waistline of his jeans. He was just about to
stick his hand in to grab a handful of bubble butt when he was gently pushed
back.
“You fuckin have a one track mind man” he laughed holding his arm out so Ian
couldn’t step forward. He only had so much willpower himself and he was kinda
excited for their date.
“Yea well I’m fuckin horny. My hand has nothing on your ass” he moaned going to
grab at Mickey but the blue eyed man stepped out of the way.
“Fuckin stop you little shit” Mickey laughed walking over to the couch putting
it between them. He felt a wide grin on his face. This kid drove him crazy but
in the best way. Ian began stalking toward him making his way around the couch.
Every move Ian made Mickey countered so they weren’t any closer to each other.
“Just let me fuck you and I will” Ian looked determined. His eyes were glancing
everywhere trying to calculate how he could get to Mickey.
“Not fuckin happening we’re gonna be late for the movie” Mickey shifted to the
left watching Ian correct himself. Ian squinted his eyes then smirked before
jumping over the back of the couch tackling Mickey.
“Ha gotcha bitch. Now I’m gonna have my way” Ian moved to straddle Mickey but
was flipped so he was underneath the guy. Fuck he forgot how strong the shorter
man could be.
“Don’t think so kid” Mickey gave him a quick kiss then stood up. “Come on you
big baby movie starts in like 35 mins” he reached his hand down and helped Ian
up. He grabbed his keys then started walking to the door.
“Fine but I expect sex” Ian griped crossing his arms over his chest. He
followed Mickey outside staring at his ass.
“Alright you whiner. I’m driving so you can give me head” he barely avoided the
smack to his ass.
*********
“Hand me some of those M&Ms” Mickey said nudging Ian. They were laying in the
bed of Mickey’s Chevy Silverado. He loved his truck. It’s jet black with black
rims and fucking beautiful. It’s his baby and he treats it well. It’s perfect
for the drive in too. They parked with the back facing the screen and laid down
blankets. It was chilly but the blanket kept them toasty. The fact that Ian was
all over him warmed him as well. The kid couldn’t keep his hands off him. Kept
trying to initiate shit. He kept pushing him away though cause he wanted to
watch the movie and didn’t feel like giving everyone a show. Ian argued that no
one was around and they were under a blanket. He countered pointing out that
they paid $7 a ticket and he wanted his money worth. The teen then laid back
down with a groan. He thought it was kinda funny, teasing the kid. He remembers
when he was 17 and perpetually horny. Don’t get him wrong whenever he’s around
Ian he is hard almost the entire time. He was exercising some self control
while they were outside. Semi public sex wasn’t usually his thing. So yea he’s
pushing him away, but every time the kid came back the urge to give in grows
stronger.
“These M&Ms?” Ian said lifting them up and cocking his brow.
“Bitch if you don’t give me those…” he threatened.
“What you gonna do huh?” Ian started scooting towards the back of the truck
away from Mickey. He grabbed a handful and popped them in his mouth “Mm so
good” Mickey was glaring at him. “You want em Mick? Come and get em” Ian said
with an evil grin on his face. If Mickey wanted to keep teasing him then he was
gonna have his fun too.
 
“Oh yea tough guy” he mocked crawling over to Ian. He sat up on his knees and
tried to grab the M&Ms out of this hands, but the kid kept them out of reach.
“Bitch” he straightened as tall as he could reaching for them but he still
wasn’t tall enough. “Fuckin giant” he huffed.
“Can’t help you’re such a tiny man” Ian laughed. “Here Mick take the candy” he
smirked holding it out to him. Mickey raised an eyebrow but reached out for the
chocolate. Before he could take it he dropped it and grabbed Mickey’s hand
instead. He yanked him forward and pressed their lips together. They moved they
lips together and Ian began laying Mickey on his back. He laid flush on top of
his body pushing his tongue inside his mouth. “Mm” Ian sighed running his hands
from Mickey’s hips up his sides, lacing his fingers in his hair. He pushed
Mickey’s head to the side and nipped at his jaw. He bit a tiny bit of flesh
between his teeth causing the brunette to groan then licked over it. He claimed
his lips again starting to grind against him. He was completely engrossed in
the man beneath him but Mickey’s lips were barely moving. He was just letting
Ian kiss him. He stopped and looked at the older man. He was watching the
movie. Is he for real right now? They were making out. He leaned down and put
as much passion as he could into the kiss. Mickey was still only barely
reciprocating. He glanced at him and sure enough he was watching Batman try to
recruit the Flash. He sat up straddling his hips “Are you for reals right now?”
his voice filled with accusations.
“What?” Mickey said barely giving him his attention.
“What” he scoffed “I thought we were fuckin kissing but maybe I’m wrong”
“We were fuckin kissing” he pointed out.
“No I was. You were watching the movie”
“Well seeing as that’s what we fuckin came for” he reached up and pecked Ian.
“Stop being a baby. I was fuckin kissin you back”
“Barely” he glared staring off into nothing.
“Oh my god” he sat up making Ian get off his lap. He grabbed his face between
both his hands and smashed their lips together. Ian immediately opening his
mouth letting him in. He played with his tongue sucking on it then roughly
tracing his teeth. He ended the kiss by taking the redhead’s bottom lip with
him pulling then letting it fall out of his mouth. The kiss was obscene, lust
filled, and fucking hot, a string of saliva connecting them. “There bitch” he
rasped “Now shut up and watch the fuckin movie”
Ian sat there trying to catch his breath as he watch Mickey lay back down. That
kiss didn’t do anything other than fuel his need more. Ugh why did he have to
have so many goddamn hormones! Or was it just Mickey? He wasn’t sure. His
neighbor was on his side facing the back of the truck. They had laid down the
hatch so they had perfect sight of the film. Mickey was sitting up on his elbow
eating their candy. He really must have wanted to see this movie. Like sure he
thought it would be cool to see it but he mostly just wanted to spend time with
him. He was tired of waiting. If Mickey didn’t want to fuck that’s fine. He
could do the work. The guy didn’t have to do anything but lay there and watch
his precious movie. Ian went and spooned behind Mickey putting the blanket over
them. He draped his arm over his stomach holding him close. The older man
smiled at him over his shoulder and laced their fingers together. They sat
together peacefully for about 15 minutes before Ian started running his hand
down Mickey’s body. He undid the button on his jeans and unzipped them.
“What’re you doin?” Mickey asked sounding annoyed but subconsciously pushed his
butt against him.
“Nothin watch the movie” Ian trailed soft kisses down the side of his neck
towards the back. Whatever he could reach really. He brought his hand out of
the blanket and licked his palm wetting it. He put his hand down Mickey’s
boxers grasping his rock hard dick. He stroked him slowly trying to make him
unravel. The beautiful blue eyed man let out a loud moan “Shh I’m tryin to
watch” he chuckled then continued working Mickey’s cock. He rubbed his thumb
over the head teasing the slit, he smiled when the brunette bit his lip trying
to stifle his moan. “Want me to stop?” he whispered in Mickey’s ear kissing his
earlobe then taking it between his teeth.
“Don’t” Mickey said panting.
“Don’t what?” Ian smiled tracing the shell of his ear with his tongue. Mickey
only jerked into his hand chasing his release. He pulled his hand away causing
the older man to growl. “Patience is a virtue Mick” he reached into his back
pocket grabbing the lube packet out of his wallet. He made sure to always have
one around Mickey. “Pull down your pants” the older man turned and looked at
him with ‘Are you fucking kidding me’ written on his face. “We’re under a
fuckin blanket” he grinned in triumph when he say him shifting under said
blanket. He laid back down spooning him again and open the packet coating two
fingers. He traced around his hole then pushed them both slowly inside. Mickey
gasped then turned to look at him. “Turn around” he demanded “You wanted to
watch the movie. So watch” The man turned back watching the movie as he fucked
him with his fingers. He rubbed them back and forth scissoring them. He added
another finger and fanned them out, getting him ready to take his cock. “Your
ass Mickey” he moan pushing his fingers in deeper. He moved them around
searching until he felt him jolt. “Found it” he cooed and messaged his
prostate. The guy was practically shaking trying to keep quiet. Ian pulled his
fingers out and wiped them on the blanket. He pulled down his pants and pulled
himself out. He lubed up his cock and pressed against Mickey entrance. “Do not
stop watching that movie”
“Bitch” he moan as Ian pushed into him. His ass swallowing his cock up. Ian
moved in and out of him slowly. He was snapping his hips sharp and deep into
him. Ian gripped his hip and moved his leg up giving him a better angle.
“Uh...mm” he bit his knuckle trying to keep control.
“Fuck, I missed this ass. Missed you” he whispered as he pushed hard into his
hole. He couldn’t go very fast like he normally would. They didn’t want to draw
attention, plus laying on your side on the bed of a hard truck wasn’t very
comfortable. But it didn’t matter. After a week of not having Mickey he was in
fuckin heaven, or what he imagined heaven would feel like. His hips were
pumping back and forth grazing his prostate. The shorter man was pushing back
against him meeting his thrusts. They were both panting by now. Mickey was
covering his mouth with his arm, while Ian hid his face in his shoulder,
occasionally biting into it. He could feel the heat spreading through his body.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum” he reached his hand around and started to jerk Mickey off
in time with his thrusts. He moved his hand quickly over his shaft as his
rhythm became erratic. “Mmm” he bit into his bottom lip hard filling Mickey’s
ass with his cum.
“Shhiiitt Ian” Mickey said lowly burying his face into the blanket and spilling
over Ian’s hand. He turned over his shoulder grabbing Ian’s head with his hand
and pressed their lips together. The kiss was sweet and unhurried. Mickey
watched mesmerized as Ian took his hand out of the blanket to lick all of his
cum off. “Fuck” he gasped.
“Mm you’re sweet. I like em sweet” he winked. He grabbed some napkins wiping
off his hand. He handed some to Mickey as well to clean himself as best he
could. Ian cuddled up behind Mickey again wrapping his arm around him.
“You fuckin better now?” Mickey laughed softly.
“Much” he pecked just beneath his jaw pulling Mickey tighter against him.
Finally he could watch the movie. He claimed his boyfriend’s ass again and now
he could focus. Yea he said boyfriend. Mickey may not know it yet but they’ve
been together for about five months now. That makes it official right? Of
course it does. He laced his fingers with Mickey’s, who kissed the back of his
hand and watched the rest of Justice League. He loved date night.
Chapter End Notes
     I am thinking most of my chapters are gonna be between 2000-3000. I
     tend to do things in small scenes. I can either keep posting small
     chapter or post more scenes in one. First time trying out a multi
     chapter fic. Tips on what chapter lengths should and shouldn't
     be...is there a basic rule?
***** Personal Foul *****
Chapter Summary
     Lazy Sunday's get interrupted, Mickey falls back into old habits, and
     Ian sees something he wishes he hadn't.
Chapter Notes
     This chapter breaks my heart a little...hope you like it
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The sun shining through the window on his face woke Mickey up. He turned onto
his side looking at the sleeping redhead next to him. Ian was kinda drooling,
his hair was sticking up everywhere, and he was lightly snoring but he was
beautiful. He ran his tattooed fingers through the fiery hair. The boy smiled
then nuzzled into his touch like a cat. His eyes were closed and Mickey wasn’t
sure he was awake or responding automatically.
“Mm morning Mick” Ian yawned and wiped his mouth looking thoroughly embarrassed
for drooling.
“Mornin sleepyhead” he smirked as he continued to run his fingers in his hair.
“That feels nice” Ian sighed perfectly content. He loved waking up to Mickey in
the morning. He wished every morning could be like this. The sunlight is
hitting Mickey just right and he looked like he is glowing.
“What? Why you lookin at me like that” Mickey chuckled. Sometimes Ian looked at
him with such intensity it made him self conscious.
“It’s just...your kinda fuckin breathtaking. Literally I have no breath” he
leaned in to give Mickey a kiss but was met with a pillow to the face. “Hey
what the fuck asshole” he laughed grabbing his pillow and hitting Mickey.
“I’m fuckin breathtaking” he mimics in a theatrical voice.
“What it’s classier than sexy af isn’t it” Mickey straddled Ian who bucked up
into his ass making him groaned. Morning wood was terrible without the man
straddling him but much better when his ass is right there.
“Calm down junior” he scolded grinding down against him just to be a jerk.
“Let’s talk about how fuckin breathtaking I am. How now you have no breath” he
continued to roll his hips on Ian’s dick, only a sheet separating them. The
redhead was panting and rutting up on his ass. “Hmm seems like you got fuckin
breath to me” he smiled still trying to drive Ian crazy. He leaned down giving
him a long languid kiss. He felt the kid underneath him pull him down by his
waist and buck up into him. His hands traveled down to his cheeks spreading
them, his fingers inching towards his hole. He sat up and rolled off of Ian.
“Miiiccky” Ian whined reaching over and trying to pull him back.
“Come on Ian” he smiled standing up from the bed. He’s mean and he knows it.
“You’re an asshole you know that?” the redhead groaned and got out of bed. His
hard on was standing proud on display. Mickey’s mouth started to water. “You’re
gonna have to do something about this” he said pointing to his dick.
“Mm I’m goin to” Mickey purred walking over to Ian and wrapping his hand around
his dick. “Want you to fuck me” he said pumping his shaft. Ian’s mouth was
hanging open breathing hard. He stepped away “In the shower”
“Wha..” Ian tried to think.
“Just come on” Mickey laughed grabbing his hand and leading him to the
bathroom. Their shower was huge and it would be perfect for Ian to bend him
over.
**
Sex and waffles are probably the best way to start your morning. After their
steamy shower sex, literally it was steamy in there. Mickey likes to take hot
ass showers they made breakfast and put on a movie. Right now they are watching
Underworld: Rise of the Lycans. It’s his favorite one. He’s laying sprawled out
on the couch with his head in Mickey’s lap. Mickey absentmindedly running his
fingers through his hair, and he can’t help but wonder if this is how every
Sunday would be if they were together. Every time they hang out it’s getting
fucking harder to leave the older man. He doesn’t want to. He’s kinda getting
tired of always having to sneak around and not being able to see him when he
wants. He doesn’t tell Mickey though for fear he might break up with him. He
doesn’t know how he actually feels. Sure he’s falling for the blue eyed man but
what if he just see him as some kid he fucks. Ugh it’s all so confusing! Ian
wants him more than anything, but in reality he knows eventually Mickey will
probably break up with him which consequently breaks his heart. He’s doesn’t
want to think about it. Not right now. Eventual heart break is down the line
and maybe it will never happen. Maybe they’ll always be together. Ha fat
chance.
Ian lays there trying his hardest to push hurtful thoughts from his mind. He
sits up and straddles his boyfriend (again Mickey doesn’t know that’s what he
calls him). He straddles his boyfriend and kissed him. It starts slow but
quickly turns desperate. Ian puts all the negative shit in his head into that
kiss. He wants to show Mickey that he needs him, wants him. The older man pulls
away gasping for air so Ian moves down to his neck, collar bones, pulling his
shirt to the side to get his shoulders. Mickey can feel the intensity and he
doesn’t know where it’s coming from.
“Hey man you alright?” Mickey says slightly out of breath.
“Mmmhmm” Ian says continuing to lick at his collar bone. Mickey pulls him back
forcing him to look at him.
“You fuckin sure cause one minute we’re watching a movie and the next you’re
fuckin mauling me” he searched Ian’s face. He wasn’t telling him something. Ian
opened his mouth to answer when his phone went off. He looked to see who was
calling. “Fuck” he gasped opening his phone. “Hey man what’s up” it’s Andrew.
“Hey babe was just calling to let you know I’m on my way back” Mickey’s eyes
widened.
“Thought you weren’t supposed to be back til next week” he cleared his throat.
He felt guilty but he didn’t want his fiance to come home. He wanted to spend
more time with the redhead currently straddling him.
“Well change of plans. You seemed so upset when I left Friday. We outlined our
project and now it was just about presenting it to upper management. They
didn’t need everyone for that so I offered to go home”Andrew’s voice sounded so
happy and it made Mickey feel like shit.
“Oh. When you gonna be here?” he glanced over at Ian who seemed to be trying to
decipher the conversation only from Mickey’s side.
“About 20 mins give or take”
“Really?” he said softly.
“You don’t sound very excited to see me Mick” Andrew said sounding hurt.
“No I am babe” Ian glanced down realizing who Mickey was talking to. “I’ll see
you when you get home. Mm hm bye” he said hanging up. He threw his phone to the
side. “Shit” he shouted spooking Ian. He ran his hand through his hair.
“Was that Andrew?” Ian asked softly.
“What do fuckin think Ian?” he snapped. The kid looked at his hands and played
with his fingers. “God I’m fuckin sorry man” he grabbed his hand. “You gotta go
though” Ian’s head snapped up.
“But why?” he searched for a reason to stay. He thought he had a week with him
he whined internally. Fucking Andrew ruins everything. “We didn’t finish the
movie”
“He’s gonna be home in like 15 minutes kid. You gotta get the fuck outta here”
he began standing up so Ian moved allowing him to.
“Ok” Ian said softly getting off the couch and going to collect his stuff. He
went around the house and made sure it was like he was never there. It took
about five minutes to gather everything. Mickey walked him to the door.
“Alright man I’ll text you k?” Mickey said feeling like a dick. Why whenever he
did anything with either man he ended up feeling like the biggest tool ever. Oh
probably cause he is. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Ian’s. The
redhead responded stronger than he expected. Ian wrapped his arms around his
waist pulling him tight against him. Their bodies touching everywhere they can.
The kid lifted him up so he had to stand on his tiptoes, fucking giant. He
gasped opening his mouth so he could taste Ian’s mouth. He didn’t want him to
leave. When he was with him he felt like his life was just better. Too soon he
pulled away. “You gotta go. He’ll be here any minute” he said gruffly. Ian only
nodded then bent down kissing him one last time then walked out the door.
Mickey leaned against the door for a minute then pushed off shaking himself
into his other self. His loving fiance mode. First step was washing the sheets
removing the scent of his redheaded neighbor. He was terrified. If he was truly
honest with himself he realized that redhead was slithering his way into his
heart. He may be falling for Ian even though he never gave himself permission.
***********
“HUSTLE UP GUYS” the highschool basketball coach screamed at his players. He
had been shouting at them the entire game. The fact the boys didn’t tell him
off was a mystery. If it was him he would have already told him to go fuck
himself and probably been kicked off the team. Maybe that’s why none of them
said shit. They actually liked this sport and some used it in hopes of
scholarships or getting recruited for college. He watched his redhead run up
and down the floor his hair falling in front of his face. He loved that his
hair was getting longer, gave something for him to pull on…
“Ian wasn’t lying. The team is way better than last year” Andrew said taking a
sip of his soda.
“Yea Ian was saying that this new kid Brian just transferred before the season
started. His team was really fucking good. Won some awards or some shit. So him
and Ian pretty much run the team” Mickey loved coming to Ian’s games. It gave
him a legitimate reason to fuckin stare at the kid. He moved with such
precision and when he took a shot he usually made it. When he missed his brow
would furrow in the sexiest way. Fuck he needs to pay attention. His fiance is
sitting right next to him and he’s thinking about how sexy his teenager
neighbor is. He’s half hard just watching his sweaty body guard the opposing
team.
“Brian must be that other tall kid Ian keeps throwing the ball to. They could
probably play the entire game just the two of them.” Andrew pointed out.
“Probably but gotta include other players and all the shit.” they cheered when
Ian made a basket. The redhead found him in the crowd and winked. “He really
has gotten better over the summer hasn’t he” he tried to keep the admiration
and possession out of his voice.
“Definitely must’ve been all those extra practices. Wonder if he’s thought
about playing college ball? Bet you he could” his fiance looked over at him.
“He’s hasn’t put much thought into it” he replied automatically. Shit he paused
waiting to see if Andrew would say anything. Mickey shouldn’t know that much.
They mostly saw each other in passing as far as his fiance knows.
“Hmm he really should. He’s a senior right? College is gonna come quicker than
he knows”
“Why don’t you set up a meeting with him, like you do all your clients. Fuckin
tell him all the benefits of college ball” he laughed shoving a handful of
popcorn in his mouth.
“You know what Mick I just might” Andrew laughed and playfully shoved Mickey.
“I’m sure he’d like that” he grinned at him.
“I’m sure. I can be very convincing” he leaned towards Mickey.
“Mm hmm you fuckin think you are” his fiance smiled then pressed their lips
together. He didn’t expect it to but it turned more heated than he anticipated.
They heard the whistle blow but neither looked. If they had, they would’ve
noticed a certain redhead get a foul for knocking over an opposing teammate.
Ian couldn’t help it, he wasn’t paying attention. All his focus was on Mickey
and his fiance making out right in front of him.
Chapter End Notes
     Comments and kudos appreciated
***** One Week *****
Chapter Summary
     Ian finally finds out what they are. Andrew is gone for a week and
     they spend quality time.
Chapter Notes
     I had a scare writing this chapter. I was almost done and accidently
     deleted half of it. I figured out how to get it back but still. Hope
     you like it :D
See the end of the chapter for more notes
***Later that Night***
Mickey was watching Andrew cook steak for Stir Fry. He wasn’t sure why Andrew
felt like cooking when they could just order Chinese. He was telling him about
his latest project he’s working on. He was trying to pay attention but in truth
he found his job incredibly fucking boring. His phone vibrated in his pocket
shocking him out of his half ass attempt at listening. He pulled it out
noticing the new message icon.
Ian(8:11): Hey Mick
Mickey(8:12): Hey man what’s up?
Ian(8:12): Saw u and Andrew at my game.
Mickey(8:14): Yea u did great.
Ian(8:15): How would u know?
What the fuck is he talking about? How would he know. Uh duh cause he was
fuckin there. Apparently Ian’s upset and he’s not willing to just spit it out.
Wants to dance around the issue like a bitch. Andrew was looking at him annoyed
that he didn’t have Mickey’s full attention.
“Sorry Mandy. You know how girls are” he scoffed as an explanation. His fiance
sighed but went back to stirring the steak.
Mickey(8:22): If ur pissed kid fuckin spit it out. I ain’t got all night.
Ian(8:23): Fine. I couldn’t fuckin concentrate with u and him all over each
other.
Ok well that makes sense. Ian’s pissed cause he saw them making out. A part of
him feels guilty. Ian knows he’s in a relationship but it doesn’t mean he has
to rub it in his face. Especially at his basketball games.
“Mick can you cut the peppers and onions for me?” Andrew pointed towards them
on the counter.
“Yea one sec” he said.
“Hurry up alright. Mandy can figure out her shit without you. Gotta let her
sink or swim” he hated how Andrew talked about his family sometimes. He knows
where he comes from, but a lot of his family has tried to make something of
themselves. Yes Mandy may still date douchebags but other that she’s put a good
life together. He can talk shit about his family. His fiance needs to learn
when to shut his fuckin mouth.
Mickey(8:25): I’m sorry ok. But u need to remember he’s my fiance. I can’t just
not kiss him.
Ian(8:26): Seems like u were really into it.
Mickey(8:26): Are u fuckin kiddin me right now. I don’t have time for ur
jealousy bullshit.
He put his phone on silent and got one of their kitchen knives. He started
cutting the pepper with more gusto than was required.
“Hey” he called to Andrew.
“Yea babe” his fiance said with a smile.
“Don’t fuckin talk like that about my sister got it” he diced the peppers. The
smile fell from Andrew’s face.
“Ok Mick, sorry” he turned back adding some spices. He felt his phone vibrate
two more times. No doubt Ian bitching him out or maybe apologizing. He’s not
really sure nor does he care. He was tired of both Ian and Andrew. He was
pissed. He shook his head, he wasn’t sure if he was pissed at them or at
himself. Good job Milkovich. Way to put yourself in this situation. He turned
off his phone and finished up the vegetables handing them to Andrew. He grabbed
his cigarettes.
“Goin for a walk”
“What why?” Mickey fixed him with a look. “Alight well at least take your
phone” Andrew said dejectedly throwing it to him. Mickey caught it and walked
out the door. He didn’t know where he was going but he would know when he got
there. He did a lap around the block smoking trying to figure out what he’s
doing. He’s got a fiance and a 17 year old what, boyfriend? Was Ian his
boyfriend? He shouldn’t be. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed
to be easy breezy. He was disgusted with himself when his brain automatically
threw beautiful covergirl at the end of that statement. Fuckin Mandy. Fuckin
brain! He crushed his cigarette under his foot and decided to go home. He’s
been gone about 30 minutes and he’s kinda hungry. He walked on autopilot, his
brain wasn’t allowed to lead anymore. It keeps fuckin up everything. Trouble
was when he turned off his brain his heart took control and he ended up in
front of a house he shouldn’t be at. He took a deep breath and knocked on the
door.
“Mickey” Ian’s older brother Lip greeted him. An annoyed undercurrent riddled
his body. What the fuck did he ever do to Lip to piss him off?
“Hey Lip is Ian home?” he asked awkwardly. He was hoping Ian would answer the
door.
“Why?” Lip said crossing his arms. Like it’s really any of his business.
“Need to talk to him about watching my dog” he lied.
“You don’t have a dog” Lip countered.
“Fuckin cat then” he was losing his patience. What the fuck!
“Well which one fuckin is it, cat or dog?” the older Gallagher had a shit
eating grin on his face. He knew. Ian told him.
“Just get your fuckin brother” he said through gritted teeth. He was trying to
keep his cool. Between the fuckin run around and the fact the guy before him
knew his secret, he was ready to blow.
“Sorry he’s not fuckin home right now. Please feel free to fuck off” Lip went
to close the door but he pushed it open. Ian was sitting on the couch his eyes
widening when he spotted Mickey. Little shit wouldn’t even come to the door.
“Can we talk” he said eyebrows raised around Lip. Ian sighed deeply and stood
up motioning for him to follow. Lip glared at him as he walked by. Fuckin kid
thinking he can scare him. Fuck off. He followed the redhead outside shutting
the door.
“Why’re you here Mickey?” Ian turned around placing his hands on his hips.
“Why you actin like such a bitch for huh? Having fuckin Lip answer the door
like I’m the big bad boogie man” he crossed his arms.
“Fuck you. Why don’t you go home to your fiance” he made fiance sound like a
fuckin derogatory word. He tried to walk past Mickey but the older man got in
his way.
“I get it alright. You’re fuckin pissed. He’s my fiance though Ian what am I
supposed to do?” he uncrossed his arms running a hand through his hair.
“I don’t fuckin know Mickey he doesn’t have to be your fiance” his shoulders
slumped as he looked away from Mickey.
“It’s not that easy and you fuckin know it” he said sharply. Ian’s head snapped
back up so he could glared at him. He squared his shoulders and set his jaw.
“You’re right Mr. Myers my fuckin mistake” he pushed past Mickey knocking his
shoulder roughly against his own. Mickey grabbed his wrist and pulled him over
to the side of the house. He didn’t know who was home but he didn’t want them
spying. He pushed Ian against the wall. He stared up at him.
“First off, fuck you and that Mr. Myers shit. He’s my fiance. We’re not married
yet. Second” he closed the distance between them. Ian immediately grabbed him
around his waist lifting him up on his tiptoes. Their mouths moved together
tongues swirling around.
“Hmm” Ian sighed softly as Mickey moved to his neck. There was a sharp pain in
his neck. “Ow what was that for!” he yelled pushing the brunette back.
“That’s for not answering the door asshole” Mickey smirked then attacked him
again fisting his hands in his hair pulling him closer. “I’m sorry” he pulled
back resting his forehead against Ian’s.
“It’s been 24 days Mick” Ian pointed out.
“You’re counting” he joked cocking an eyebrow trying to get a smile. The kid
didn’t even smirk. “I know alright” he stepped away. “He’s fuckin been home a
lot”
“It’s been 24 days Mickey! I’ve only seen you in passing or at my game and the
whole time you’re all over each other. I fuckin hate it” he slumped back on the
wall crossing his arms.
“I know” he chewed on his lip. What was the right thing to say here? Well he
knows the right thing to say. He should break up with Ian. He should, but he
won’t. He walked over to Ian and cupped his cheek. “I’m really am sorry. I wish
things were different” he wished he was stronger. That he wasn’t so fuckin
selfish.
“Yea well I wish you weren’t engaged” Ian pushed his hand away. “But I don’t
got a say do I? I’m just your dirty mistress” he growled mumbling more
bullshit.
“Hey” he said firmly getting the kid’s attention. “You’re not just my dirty
mistress. You fuckin mean somethin to me Ian” his tone was soft by the end.
Emotions weren’t always easy to express.
“Then what am I?” Ian glanced down his tone making him sound small, like a lost
child. He lifted his chin so they were looking into each other eyes. “What am I
to you Mickey” he whispered.
“For lack of a better term kid, you’re my boyfriend” Ian’s eyes lit up at those
words. “I mean if you wanna be?” his boyfriend connected their lips and kissed
him until they both desperately needed air.
“Yes...yes I wanna be” Ian panted.
“Ok then. Now that that’s straightened out. I’m fuckin starved. Wanna go get
some food?” the redhead nodded his head following Mickey inside.
It finally happened. They were finally official. Now all Mickey needed to do
was officially call off his engagement. Ian laughed at his train of thought. As
much as he loves to think that might happen he doubts it will. A boy can dream
though right? He doesn’t care right now. He’s content to just be happy in this
moment. Right now he’s waiting for his boyfriend to pick him up then they’re
going to Olive Garden. For now this is all he wants.
*******
Fucking finally Andrew was going on a business trip. It’s been 27 days, three
since they made everything official. Mickey is his boyfriend. He hasn’t been
able to stop smiling since that night. They have the entire week together. He’s
gonna be staying at his house everyday. It will be like they are living
together. Mickey didn’t want to let him stay over, said it wouldn’t be fair to
him but he convinced him. Ian knows what he can handle and what he can’t. He
would never give up the chance to spend time with Mickey. They were going to
try and make huomemade pizza tonight. He was watching the cooking channel the
other night and it seemed easy enough.
“Bye Fi see you later” Ian called as he rushed out the door.
“Wait Ian hold up” his sister said closing the door behind her.
“What?” He asked impatiently. He wanted to get to Mickey’s. Every minute spent
here was closer to Andrew getting back.
“You sure about this?” Fiona asked crossing her arms.
“Sure about what?” what the fuck is she talking about. “Fi I’m kinda in a hurry
so if you could just spit it out”
“Mickey” he paled. How did she fuckin know? He didn’t tell her. The only person
who knew was Lip and he wouldn’t spill.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about but..” he turned about to walk away.
“He’s fuckin engaged Ian” she leaned against the stair rails.
“Fiona” Ian sighed turning to face her. He didn’t feel like explaining himself.
He knows all this but maybe just maybe Mickey will leave Andrew for him. That’s
what he keeps in his head whenever he needs it. “You don’t know what the fuck
you’re talkin about”
“Fine not gonna fuckin tell you what to do with your life. You’re a big boy”
Fiona walked to him and put her hand on his shoulder squeezing gently. “Just
want you to be careful alright. There’s a lot of potential for this to get
messy. Don’t want you fuckin stuck in some twisted love triangle”
“Don’t worry Fi” he said shrugging off her hand. “Got everything under control”
with that he walked over to Mickey’s hoping to push Fiona’s words out of his
head.
Ian opened the door and threw his bag on the floor. He looked around and Mickey
was nowhere in sight.
“Where the fuck” he walked to his room and heard the shower running. Mickey was
destroying a rendition of We Own It by 2 Chainz and Wiz Khalifa. Mickey didn’t
listen to a lot of rap but this one was a favorite of his.
“One shot, everything rides on tonight. Even if I got three strikes, I’mma go
four it. This moment we own..” Mickey sang rinsing out his hair. Ian undressed
then pulled the door back as quietly as he could. His boyfriend wasn’t even
paying attention, too engrossed in singing terribly. The redhead stood behind
him and grabbed his waist firmly pulling him against him. “Holy fuck” Mickey
shouted looking over his shoulder. “Christ Gallagher I should kick your ass”
“You should really pay more attention. Anyone could take advantage of a sexy
thing like you” Ian smiled kissing his neck. He was rubbing up against his
backside.
“You’re such a fuckin dork man” the older man laughed laying his head back on
his shoulder letting his boyfriend have his way.
“I’ll fuckin show you dork” Ian said lowly then pushed Mickey forward making
him hold onto the ledge in the shower. He ran his hand through his hair
slicking it back out of his face. “Gotta be fast. We still need groceries” he
said before sinking into his boyfriend tight heat.
**
“Wait so we’re not gonna make the dough?” Ian asked following Mickey around
with the kart.
“No Gallagher did you see the recipe for dough? Shit takes like a day to chill
or whatever” Mickey was holding two different premade pizza crusts trying to
decide which one sounded better. “Whole wheat or white?” he asked.
“Whole wheat” Ian said pointing to the crust. Whole grains are good for you,
also wheat taste better.
“White it is” his boyfriend said throwing it into the basket.
“What, why the fuck did you ask then?” he laughed.
“Wanted to give you the choice. You chose fuckin wrong” Mickey laughed walking
into the next aisle. He was pushing the kart. They were in the cereal aisle. He
grabbed a box of brown sugar oatmeal squares and added them to the kart.
“Really man fuckin oatmeal squares. What are you 50?”
“What Mick they’re good” Mickey was giving him a disapproving look. “Have you
ever fuckin tried them?”
“Nope I prefer my cereal with a lot more sugar in it” Mickey tossed a box of
Reese’s Puffs in the kart.
“Mm I got your sugar right here” Ian said kissing plump lips.
“Oh my god Gallagher” the brunette chuckled shoving Ian away. “You’re so fuckin
cheesy man” he shook his head and continued walking through the store.
His heart was singing. Ian couldn’t contain what he was feeling inside.
Shopping with Mickey right now, cooking with him tonight, and sleeping with him
all week. It’s all adding up to domestic shit. It’s like they are the ones
engaged. No fuckin Andrew, no hiding, only perfect bliss. This is what he
wants. Sure he’s 17, he didn’t think he would be getting married anytime soon,
but if Mickey proposed he’s not 100% sure he would say no. In fact he thinks he
would say yes. He’s never felt like this about anyone. He wasn’t even sure he
could. He has had boyfriends before, this guy though felt like everything he
ever wanted. He just hopes one day Mickey will feel the same.
**
“So we got pepperoni, sausage” Mickey paused cocking his eyebrow at Ian’s
expression. “Grow up. Bell peppers, olives, mushrooms, bacon bits, and three
different cheeses” he spread all the toppings on the counter. The redhead had
already slathered sauce on the toasted pizza crust.
“I think I read somewhere that yours supposed to put cheese on the bottom and
bake it so the sauce doesn’t seep through” Ian pondered grabbing the
mozzarella.
“Whatever Gallagher I just wanna fuckin eat. Let’s top this fucker and get it
in the oven” Mickey smiled lightly biting his lip.
“At least we have Papa John’s number if we fuck this up” Ian laughed as they
both started piling toppings haphazardly on the crust.
They did fuck it up. In fact they burnt the shit out of it. The pizza looked
like a hockey puck when they took it out of the oven. The timer went off but
they were too absorbed in each other to pay attention to it. The smoke alarm
went off, the house filled with smoke, they ended up using dish towels to air
it out. So much for semi homemade pizza. They ordered Papa Johns and wings
which was good enough. The rest of the week was spent eating takeout, watching
movies, and just enjoying each other’s company. Mickey would work while Ian was
in school and at practice then they chilled like any couple would. Ian loved
their time together. It made him feel like they were the only people in the
world. Mickey liked it too. Originally he voted against it because he felt like
he was giving Ian too much hope. He fucked up when he said they were
boyfriends. That definitely gave the kid way too much hope. Of course he wanted
him but it’s like that stupid saying ‘can’t have your cake and eat it too’.
He’s conflicted. Andrew and him have been together for a while and he remembers
what they had. There’s a small part in his mind that still wondered if they
could be that again. If they could get back what they once were would that be
what he wanted. Would that make him happy? Hard to know. Then there’s Ian. He’s
getting to the point where he never wants him to leave. He craves his attention
and affection all the time whether he’s with his fiance or not. What’s the best
option? The right choice? The one that hurts the least for all three of them?
Is that even possible? Probably not. This fucked up love triangle has gotten
more complicated than he ever thought it would. One of these days he’ll make a
decision. One of these days...
********
“Motherfucker” Mickey groaned as he looked into the mirror. “Little shit” Ian
left a fuckin hickey on his neck. Actually two if they were counting. What the
fuck is he supposed to do. Andrew is coming home today. He’ll be home in like
two hours. Fuck! “Makeup!” he shouted grabbing his keys and rushing out the
door.
Mickey got home right before his fiance. He had tried to put on the foundation
but it wasn’t very effective. He crossed his fingers and prayed Andrew wouldn’t
notice.
“Mick I’m home” Andrew yelled slamming the door.
“In here” Mickey shouted from the kitchen. He had bought them a rotisserie
chicken and was cooking them macaroni and cheese.
“Mm I’m starved” Andrew said giving Mickey a kiss on the cheek. “Miss me babe?”
“Of course” he said through a tight lipped smile. He did a little but he missed
Ian now that he’s gone. See conflicted. Andrew stood by him and turned his face
giving him a kiss. He started kissing down his neck as Mickey stirred the
pasta. “Andrew stop man I’m tryin to make dinner”
“It’s almost done” Andrew kissed his neck then pulled back. “What’s that?”
He froze. “What’s what?”
“You have a hickey” his fiance stepped back. “Right there” he pointed at his
neck. “On your fuckin neck” his fiance didn’t cuss often so he’s pissed. Fuck!
“No” he swallowed thickly. He didn’t even think of a lie. “Um no” he stirred
the pot again and placed the wooden spoon by the stove. He walked to the
chicken to cut it up. “It’s not a hickey. I ah..” lie lie lie. “Mandy got
pissed when I gave her a titty twisted so she pinched my neck. Rude bitch. Must
have bruised” he said shrugging his shoulders.
“She pinched your neck?” Doubt filled Andrews voice. When Mickey only nodded he
sighed. “Well that was an asshole thing to do” his fiance gave him one last
kiss on the cheek. “I’m gonna go wash up”
“Ok I’ll finish up getting this shit all ready” he called after Andrew as he
walked up the stairs.
Man he got lucky. He thought of a lie quick and more importantly Andrew
believed it. Ian’s gonna have to be careful. He can’t go rockin hickeys when
his fiance isn’t even home. This is the first and the last of the stupid marks
on his neck.
**
Andrew's not stupid. Mickey’s lying, cheating, he’s got to be. He can’t be here
all the time watching him. Between work and other shit he’s gone a lot. But
that’s fine he doesn’t have to be here all the time. Nope, not with what he’s
getting installed. Mickey better be careful cause from now on he won’t be the
only thing watching him.
Chapter End Notes
     I have one more part written but it isn't an entire chapter. I am
     gonna try for weekly updates. I can't promise anything lol I'll try
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***** Home Movies *****
Chapter Summary
     Ian and Mickey go on a date and after feelings are spilled. Oh also
     Mickey and Andrew are beginning to wedding plan...
Chapter Notes
     This chapter started this whole story. Came up with the idea from the
     song then wrote the smut scene for it lol The smut in this chapter
     was supposed to be all this fic was but it grew. Smut again not my
     strong suit haha enjoy
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“Are we really doin this?” Mickey asked adjusting the target on his chest.
“Yes we’re really doin this. Come on Mick don’t be such a grandpa” Ian laughed
buckling the strap around his waist.
“I am a fuckin grandpa compared to you Gallagher”
“You’re 25 hardly time to be buyin dentures. Let’s do this” his boyfriend held
his plastic gun like an action hero.
“You’re goin down” he laughed grabbing his stupid fake machine gun. How he let
Ian convince him to go to an arcade and play laser tag was beyond him. He
didn’t even play laser tag when he was 17. He was too busy playin with real
guns.
“Alright soldiers listen up” the teen leading there little exertion began to
pump them up for their imaginary war. “Today there’s two teams, green and blue.
Look at the top of your gun. That indicates what team you’re on”
“Blue” Ian said softly showing his to Mickey.
“Green. Prepare to lose bitch” he smiled.
“The room is dark but don’t let that alarm you. The whole thing has neon colors
and is set up by blacklight. If you’re not comfortable being in the dark please
let me know now and I can escort you out” he waited for few moments and when
nobody bowed out continued. “Your mission will last 15 minutes and after that
head to the nearest exit sign. Good luck”
“Fuck you’d think we were actually goin to war” Ian chuckled shaking his head.
There was a green light that indicated that was the door to walk through. “In
there we’re not boyfriends. In there I’m gonna destroy you”
“Oh my god Rambo hurry up” he pushed Ian with his gun into the room. It’s on.
**
“You cheated” Ian accused taking a bite of his burger.
“Bitch I didn’t cheat you just suck” Mickey examined his burger. He asked for
no bleu cheese. He lifted the top and looked like there were little crumbles.
“That look like bleu cheese to you?” he showed the redhead his burger.
“I don’t know maybe? Never had it before” he shrugged.
“Taste it”
“No you taste it. I don’t even know what it fuckin tastes like. How would I
know” Ian didn’t want to taste it. He had a feeling if Mickey didn’t like it,
it probably sucked.
“Just fuckin taste it. If it taste like nasty feet then it’s fuckin bleu
cheese” they better have not fucked up his burger. It’s not a hard change. No
bleu cheese sub ranch.
“Ugh fine you baby” his boyfriend grabbed his burger and took a bite. “Oh my
god” he grimaced.
“I fuckin knew it” a waitress walked by and he got her attention. “Yea uh I
asked for no bleu cheese and there is most definetly fuckin bleu cheese on my
burger”
“I’m sorry sir I will get you a new one” the girl left with a friendly smile.
“Stupid fuckin arcade. Don’t even know how to make a goddamn burger right” he
grumbled crossing his arms. Ian was looking at him with a smirk on his face.
“What?”
“Nothin” blue eyes continued to stare at him. “It’s just..you’re so cute when
you’re grumpy”
“Fuck off” he snapped. Ian grinned wide and bit into his burger again. Mickey
loves to see his smile. The boy would smile at him like he was the center of
his universe. The scary thought is he probably is. Andrew used to be his but
his world is starting to shift in the direction of the redhead in front of him.
He doesn’t know what that means for him but he better figure it out.
**
Ian stretched his arms above his head with a yawn then turned on his side
facing Mickey. They had passed out after their bathroom sex that turned into
rough bedroom sex. Honestly whenever they fucked they usually made their way
around to every room. His sex drive is through the fucking roof and Mickey was
able to keep up. Mickey would take anything and everything he had to give him.
They were perfect for eachother. The only thing that kept them apart was Andrew
and he treated Mickey like shit. Eventually the older man would realize that he
loved him and they could be together. That HE was there for him always. That
nobody was better for him. Yea he would realize that. He just had to be
patient.
“Mmm hey” Ian said softly smiling at the blue eyed man staring back at him.
“Hey yourself. Man you fuckin wore me out. What time is it” Mickey reached for
his phone checking the time “Shit 6:50. We’ve been asleep for almost two hours”
“Well your bed is hella comfy. It’s like sleeping on a cloud” he stretched his
hand out trailing it down Mickey’s side. “Fuck you’re so damn sexy. I don’t
think I’ll ever get tired of fuckin you”
“Is that right?” Mickey said as Ian climbed on top of him straddling his hips.
“Definitely” he kissed under Mickey’s jaw kissing down his neck.
“No marks” Mickey said grabbing Ian’s head and pulling him back so they were
staring into each other’s eyes. Ian though was more glaring than anything else.
“What man?” he let out an exasperated sigh.
“Why you gettin all weird about me fucking kissing your neck? You never gave a
shit before” he didn’t get it.
“You can’t mark me up Gallagher. Andrew might see. I had to wear fuckin makeup
for four days when you left a hickey two weeks ago” the boy above him looked
close to throwing a fucking temper tantrum. Sometimes he forgets how young Ian
is.
“Who gives a shit if Andrew sees”
“I do!” he sat up causing Ian to move to the side facing each other. “Don’t you
think it would be a tad fuckin odd if he came home from a business trip and I
had fuckin hickeys everywhere? He’d lose his shit”
“Again who gives a fuck!” Ian took a deep breath trying to gain control. This
conversation won’t work if he can’t keep his cool. Mickey needs to take him
seriously. “He treats you awful Mickey. He’s never home and when he is he
treats you like you don’t matter. Only wants you when he feels like it” Ian
again straddled Mickey and cupped his face in his hands. “I treat you way
better. You should be with me”
“Ian” he sighed trying to move his hands from his face.
“No. No, listen to me Mick” he got close to the older man’s face almost
touching noses trying to stare into his soul. “I love you. I love you so fuckin
much”
“Man stop” he pushed Ian off his lap and got out of bed putting on his boxers.
“You don’t love me alright. You can’t” Ian got out of bed to put on his boxers
then rushed over to Mickey standing in front of him.
“I do and I can. Please you can’t say you don’t feel anything for me” he
grabbed Mickey’s hands.
The boy looked so hopeful. He knew what Ian wanted him to say. He wants him to
say he loves him. That they can be together but he can’t. He’s engaged. He’s
been with Andrew for years. He used to love him with everything he had. They
used to have a great relationship until Andrew was always working. He never had
time for Mickey anymore and when he was home he still ignore him. Of course he
took care of him and bought him fancy things but there was no love...not
anymore. Mickey stared into those innocent trustful eyes and knew what he had
to say would destroy them. Maybe this is it, the time when he needs to step up
and let Ian go. Even if it kills him.
“I do feel something for you but it’s not love. We’re having fun that’s it” the
boy stepped away from him like he’d been slapped in the face. “Don’t be like
that kid” “Don’t call me that” Ian said softly staring at floor. This was not
going like he thought it would. He’d never told anyone he loved them before.
Call him stupid but he thought when he did they’d say it back.
“Call you..”
“KID! I’m not a fucking kid!” he's so angry. He wanted to hold onto that anger
but the sadness is trying to push its way through. He squeezed his eyes shut,
he wasn’t about to fuckin cry like a baby.
“Fine but you’re not an adult either. You’re a fuckin teenager. You’re 17 for
christ sake. This could never be anything more than it is right now. A fling, a
good time, hot fucking sex, that’s it” god he feels awful. Ian looks
heartbroken standing in front of him barely looking into his eyes. Mickey
didn’t want to have this conversation ever. He loves what they have...needs it,
but he knows it’s not fair. The redhead should be with someone his own age.
“Maybe this has run its course” he sighed “Maybe we shouldn’t see each other
anymore”
No no no this wasn’t what he wanted at all. If Mickey didn’t love him that’s
ok...for now. He would eventually, he knows it. Andrew would fuck up and he
would come running into his arms. Then he would see, he would see that the only
person for him is Ian. But this can’t be over. No fuckin way. Ian saunters over
to Mickey and grabs his waist pulling him close. “You don’t mean that” he
started lightly nipping under Mickey’s jaw down his neck. “You need me...We
need each other”
“Fuck Ian” he shifted his neck to the side giving. Mickey pulled him close
before pushing Ian back holding him at arm's length. “No this is over. I’m with
Andrew” Ian didn’t look deterred. In fact he had a look of determination on his
face. Ian wasn’t taking no for an answer and he didn’t think he wanted him to.
“Fine be with Andrew. I don’t give a fuck anymore” Ian growled. He shrugged off
his hands and pushed Mickey onto the bed. He smashed his lips against the older
man’s forcing his tongue into his mouth. Ian grabbed Mickey’s arms and pinned
them above his head. “But can he fuck you like I can?” he briefly sucked on his
earlobe. “Can he make you scream like I do?” he traced his hands down his arms
landing at his hips. He moved his hand into Mickey’s boxers gripping his dick.
He started stroking his cock. He was always hard for Ian and he fucking loved
it. His hand moved up and down his shaft gently squeezing the tip. He ran his
thumb over the slit eliciting a moan from the older man. “When you shout his
name do you wish it was mine. Me fucking you instead of that asshole” Mickey
was panting underneath him looking wrecked. He leaned down and planted another
hard kiss against his lips. He locked eyes with Mickey and brought his hand
from his boxers sucking any precome off his fingers. Ian pulled down his boxers
and Mickey did the same. “Turn over. Hands and knees”
Fuck so this didn’t fucking go as planned. He tried to cut this off and here he
is on hands and knees for the kid. God Ian may be young but he sure knew how to
fuck. He didn’t want to let Ian go. It’s fucking selfish and unfair. Mickey
couldn’t truly be with him the way he wanted. He was the adult, he should know
better, but it was hard to think when Ian was licking around his hole.
“Mmm you taste so good. Perfect just for me” Ian loved eating Mickey out.
Especially when he had him on his hands and knees. When Mickey struggled to
keep himself upright it was so sexy. He liked to talk about how young he was
but in bed he was the adult. He had the control. Ian kissed his hole before
licking a big flat stripe. Mickey jerked forward but he pulled him back by his
hips. “Aren’t trying to get away from me are you?” Mickey only moaned and
pushed back trying to get contact. “Trying to push me away. Fuckin rude” he
slapped his bubble butt hard. Ian groaned then went back to eating him out. He
swirled his tongue around and basically sucked it like a lollipop. He darted
his tongue in and out while the brunette tried his best to fuck his face. He
licked him one more time before smacking his ass and stepping back. Ian tilted
his head and took in the sight of Mickey. “God you’re fucking beautiful”
“You’re staring at my ass man. How beautiful could it be” Mickey growled cause
he was so hard and just wanted Ian to fuck him already. Ian’s right Andrew
can’t fuck him anywhere near the way he could. After a few more minutes of the
kid staring at him he was over it “Come the fuck on Gallagher” he whined
letting his arms collapse so his ass was presented more. “Fuck me”
“Fuck” Ian couldn’t hold back anymore. He grabbed the lube that was stuffed
between the mattress. “I’m gonna make you scream for me” he lubed up his
fingers and scissored Mickey making sure he was ready. “Make you forget all
about Andrew” Ian slicked himself up and slammed into the older man before
Mickey could reply. He stayed still for a moment letting Mickey adjust and
making sure he didn’t come right then and there. He started snapping his hips
at a brutal pace, his balls slapping against his ass. “Jesus Mick you feel...uh
there’s no one better than you” he grasped his hips and brought him back onto
his dick.
“Uh Ian...fuck” Mickey groaned smashing his face into the bed. “Mmm” he moaned
biting his lip “You shouldn’t be this good. Never uh..never had this good”
“Mmm hm so you’re saying I’m the best?” when Mickey didn’t respond, only moaned
more into the bed Ian slapped his ass actually stinging his hand.
“Fuck! Yes...yes you fuck me so good baby” did he really just call Ian baby? He
can’t think and stupid shit is just pouring out.
“Fuckin right” he slammed into his ass watching the whole show. Ian loved the
sight of his dick moving in and out of his delicious hole. Mickey’s moans
started to become louder. He had to be close. Ian placed his hand in front of
Mickey face “Spit” the man did what he was told. He reached around and grabbed
Mickey’s cock jerking it fast. He continued his brutal pace with his hand on
his dick. Mickey was meeting him thrust for thrust moaning like a goddamn porn
star. “You sound…you’re close aren’t you” Mickey whimpered his response causing
him to smile deviously. The best was when Mickey couldn’t respond. When all he
could do was let out small whines and whimpers. It made his dick so fucking
hard.
He’s so close so fucking close. Ian was fucking him hard. His hand was working
wonders and completely driving him insane. “Shit” he gasped when Ian found his
prostate. The boy kept pressing and slamming into the spot inside of him.
Before he knew it he was cumming “Fuuuuck Ian!” he screamed. He heard Ian groan
loudly and felt his cum filling up his hole. Ian fucked him through his orgasm
then fell on top of him pinning him to the bed. They were both panting on the
bed trying to catch their breath before Ian finally rolled off of him onto his
back.
“Told you I’d make you scream my name” he smiled wide laughing.
***Ten Days Later***
Mickey and Andrew were sitting at their dining room table trying to decide on a
guest list. He wanted a small wedding but his fiance had the idea of 150
guests. He didn’t even know if he knew 150 people. Guess a lot of the people
will be from Andrew’s side.
“Mickey my aunt Lucinda has to come to the wedding” Andrew said writing her
name on a index card putting it in the middle of the table.
“Fuck Andrew when was the last fuckin time you even saw her?” he was tired of
talking through all of these people. For the most part he didn’t give a shit.
If Andrew wanted to invite the whole goddamn world more power to him. There are
index cards all over the table and he is starting to feel like he can’t
breathe. He doesn’t want to talk about the wedding anymore. He doesn’t even
want to think about it. He stood up running his hand through his hair. “Can we
fuckin put this shit on the back burner for now?” he needed to get away.
“Babe this is our wedding. We really should talk about it” Andrew stood up and
took both of his hands in his. “Hey are you ok?” he nodded his head even though
he was anything but. “Alright Mick” his fiance pulled him wrapping his arms
around him. “Mickey you know I love you right?” he nodded his head cause why
not. Andrew may love him but it’s not the same, not like it used to be. “Good I
got something to show you” he pushed Mickey back. “Come on”
Andrew brought him into the living room and sat him on the couch. He turned on
the tv and a movie started up. The house looked familiar. Wait what the fuck
that’s their house.
“Andrew what the fuck is this?” he had a really bad feeling about this.
“Just wait it’s about to get to my favorite part” he watched as him and Ian
came down the stairs. They were pushing each other playfully down the stairs
before the redhead grabbed him and pushed him onto the counter. He watched in
pure and utter shock as they began to fuck on the counter. “Right there. I love
to watch my fiance takin it in the ass by our teenage neighbor”
“Andrew I..” what the fuck is he supposed to say? He can’t fuckin deny it. He
has proof!
“I’m not mad” Andrew said quietly. “Ok that’s a lie I am mad. There is hours of
footage. You guys fucked on the counter, sofa, shower, our bed!” his voice was
almost louder than his regular tone. It’s annoying his fiance is always so
fuckin calm!
“Really you’re not gonna shout, scream, anything!” Mickey shouted standing up
and throwing his hands up in the air.
“Why would I? Can’t change the fact you’re cheating on me with a kid”
“So what now huh?” he put his hands on his hips. He expected Andrew to do more
than this. Does he even care at all about him?
“Now we make our guest list” his fiance started walking back to the kitchen
table.
“Wait you still wanna marry me?” he’s not sure how he feels about that. He sat
down.
“Of course. We’ve almost been together for three years. Not about to throw that
all away because you can’t keep your dick in your pants” Andrew was
methodically organizing the index cards between his guests and Mickey’s.
He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to tell him to fuck off. That this
marriage is completely and 100% over. He also wanted to forget anything
happened. Andrew is right they have been together for a while. He loved him
enough to say yes when he proposed. Maybe since Andrew didn’t get mad that
meant he was getting a second chance. A chance to get back what they were, to
be what they were.
“Hey Mick there’s just one thing I need you to do for me?”
“What” he said quietly trying to organize the tornado of thoughts going through
his head.
“Break up with your little boyfriend” Andrew said nonchalantly.
“Ok” Mickey whispered feeling like his entire world shattered with that single
word.
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***** Completely Lost *****
Chapter Summary
     Mickey's struggling with their break up...shit gets sad.
Chapter Notes
     Hey! I know I said I was gonna try for once a week chapters but you
     know how life is. This chapter got my heart and the next one's the
     same. So be prepared lol I hope you like it.
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Mickey was pacing in his front entryway trying to think of how he was going to
do this. What is the proper way to break someone’s heart. For fuck sakes Ian
told him he loved him. That’s more than just a simple break up. God why did
Andrew have to find out. Fuck, that isn’t even the real issue. He shouldn’t
have let it start in the first place. It’s his fault that all three of them are
in this fucked up situation and their hearts are fucked with. He didn’t want to
do this. He would do anything to avoid doing this but he’s stalled enough. Time
to go break his redheaded boyfriend’s heart.
Mickey knocked on the Gallaghers front door and kinda hoped Ian wasn’t home.
Fiona opened the door. Still a chance Ian isn’t there.
“Hey Fiona is Ian here?” he asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
“Yea, Ian” she shouted turning around and leaving the door open for him.
“What Fi” Ian asked walking down the stairs. “Oh hey Mick” his boyfriend had a
giant smile on his face when he saw him. It made Mickey feel ten times worse.
“Hey can we talk for a minute” Ian’s smile disappeared at his tone.
“Uh yea lets go out back” Mickey followed his boyfriend to the side of the
house. “What you wanna talk about”
“Andrew found out” Ian’s face paled.
“He did?” Ian reached across his body grabbing his other arm. “You uh need a
place to stay? My bed is pretty small but I’m sure we could fit”
His soon to be ex boyfriend seems so unsure of himself right now. Like he was
already anticipating a no to his question but asked anyways. “No I don’t need a
place kid” god this is harder than he thought.
“Oh, so he’s movin out then? Surprising I thought he would want to keep the
house”
“No” he looked down trying to convince himself this is the right thing. This is
the best thing for Ian. “He’s not movin out”
“Wait I don’t get it” Ian’s forehead scrunched up. “You’re leavin him right?”
he said stepping toward Mickey.
“No..” he cleared his throat stepping back and wiped at his eye. He’s not gonna
fuckin cry.
“No?” the redhead’s held his stomach like he was kicked in the gut. “What does
that mean for us huh?” Mickey stayed silent. “Mickey what does it mean?”
He squared his shoulders trying to compose himself. Seem like an adult. “It’s
over. That’s what it means”
“Over” Ian whispered looking at the ground. “But why I..I love you” the boy
searched around as if the ground would give him answers. He looked up at Mickey
his face twisted in pain. “So you just don’t want me anymore?”
“It’s not you..” Mickey started to say.
“It’s not you it’s me? Really Mick?” A tear was running down Ian’s cheek and he
swiped at it roughly. “That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it” Ian put his
hands on his hips.
“Ian I’m sorry. It would’ve never fuckin work alright” Mickey ran his hand
through his hair. He hates seeing that look on Ian’s face. His devastation and
heartbreak mirrored his own.
“Fuck you Mick” the redhead wiped another tear away and sniffled. “This isn’t
over” Ian sounded like a child who wants their way.
“It is. It shouldn’t have fuckin started” Fuck he needed to leave. A huge lump
was forming in his throat. He can feel a breakdown coming on. “I’m fuckin
sorry. It’s over. Don’t call. Don’t come over. I won’t bother you anymore”
Mickey turned around walking back towards the house when Ian grabbed his arm.
“Wait don’t. Please just don’t leave. Don’t go back to him” Mickey cupped his
face and smoothed his thumb on his cheek. Ian leaned into it with an
apprehensive smile.
“I’m sorry Gallagher” he choked out pulling his arm away then turned leaving
Ian and his love behind.
******
It’s been four days since Mickey broke off his relationship with Ian. He’s
trying his best not to sit around and sulk all day but fuck it’s hard. He
missing the redhead. He wants him back but this is for the best, right? After
he broke Ian’s heart he came home and cried. He doesn’t cry often and he felt
like a baby afterwards. The look on Ian’s face and his own heart breaking was
too much. Now Andrew talks to him about the wedding like it is happening
tomorrow. It’s starting to annoy the fuck out of him. That shit isn’t supposed
to be for another goddamn year. What’s the fucking rush? Ian’s texted him
multiple times a day since they have broke up. Some he’s bitching him out.
Others he’s begging him to take him back. He rarely texts him back, maybe once
a day and usually it’s to tell him to stop. So here he sits at the Dodge
dealership waiting for a potential buying while his phone continues to vibrate.
“Fuck fine” he groans pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Three missed calls,
a voicemail, and five text messages. Really Ian” he scoffed running his hand
through his hair. It would be a lot easier to forget the kid if he just let
him. Voicemail first…
“Hey Mick it’s me..again. Please just..I don’t know pick up the phone. Text me
back. Let me see you. I fuckin miss you alright...please” Mickey hung up the
phone and deleted the voicemail. He can’t keep them. He opened up his messages
but before he was able to read one a customer walked in. Time to dazzle. “Hi
I’m Mickey what brings you in today?”
By a fucking miracle the guy David actually bought a fucking car. A Dodge Fiat
500 for his daughter’s 16th birthday. He must really love her cause he got the
works and made sure it was custom painted a shimmery pink. Rich ass
motherfuckers. After all the necessary paperwork was filed he decided it was
time to pull out his phone again. Mickey took a deep breath and opened up his
thread from Ian.
Ian(8:17am) Morning Mick had a dream about u last night. Wanna know what it
was?
Ian(9:02) Ok fine u don’t…
Ian(10:21) What r u doin?
Ian(11:45) I’m at lunch..u?
Ian(12:59) Goddamn Mickey fuckin text me!
Ian(2:23) Pleeease babe…
Fuck that shit got to him. He rarely let Ian call him babe, almost never. When
he did and it didn’t piss him off, it made him feel warm inside. He got used to
Andrew saying it but when Ian did he felt different, special. Ugh fuck. He
needs to stop acting like a lovesick teenager and start acting like the adult
he’s supposed to be. Andrew is who he’s supposed to be with. The logical choice
for where he’s at in life. Ian is 17 and a senior in highschool. He can’t ruin
Ian’s life by holding him back. Kid needs to go to whatever college he wants,
date, and do stupid teenage shit. He’s got bills, a job, fucking
responsibilities.
Ian(4:51) Don’t u miss me at all..
Finally 5:30 came along. He can leave this fucking prison. Mickey liked his job
for the most part but recently it’s been a hassle. When he pulled into his
driveway he was disappointed to see Andrew’s car parked. He sighed then opened
the garage walking inside.
“Hey Mickey baby” Andrew said giving him a kiss on the cheek when he walked
into the kitchen.
“Hey” ugh his fiance calling him baby leaves a sour taste in his mouth. “What
you makin for dinner?” he asked grabbing a beer out of the fridge.
“Spaghetti and meatballs” Andrew smiled then noticed his beer. “Mick you really
shouldn’t drink that much”
“Seriously last time I checked I’m a grown ass adult. If I wanna drink a fuckin
beer I will” he sat down at the kitchen table pulling out his phone.
Mickey(6:04) Stop textin me
He downed half of his beer and put his phone away. Eventually this would stop
hurting for both of them. Then everything could go back to normal.
***Eight Days Later***
Shot number four only 195 more to go before he forgets about the boy next door.
Mickey pours himself another shot enjoying the burn as it settles in his
stomach. The burn feels better than what he’s been feeling lately. Ever since
Andrew made him give up Ian 12 days ago he’s been feeling sad, empty, angry, a
combination of all three and everything in between. Andrews easy. He’s been
with him for about three years now and it’s simple logic. After boyfriend’s
comes fiance then husband, boom, boom, boom. Andrew was tired of just being
boyfriend so Mickey agreed to marry him. Looking back he probably should have
thought about it more. They decided to do that whole long engagement thing.
Been engaged a year and weren’t planning on getting married for another.
“Fuck” Mickey said running his hand through his hair when he felt the prickle
in his eyes. He downed another shot. “Just forget about him alright” he berated
himself quietly. “You can’t have him” man maybe he should stop drinking.
Sitting here in the fucking dark talking to himself. Fuck that. Shot number
seven down the hatch. He placed the shot glass upside down staring at it. When
did his life get so fucked up? Ah wait, duh when he invited a fuckin kid into
his house and let the kid bend him over. After that everything got jumbled. Ian
came into his life like a tornado destroying everything Mickey thought he
wanted, til the only thing he wanted was him. God he wanted Ian, like right now
he wanted him. Maybe apologize for being a complete dick and leaving him high
and fuckin dry. The kid had texted him non stop for about ten days until he
finally put his foot down. That text conversation sucked. This whole thing
fuckin sucks! Mickey looked at the time on his phone, it read 1:24am.
“Fuck it” if the kid doesn’t answer then fine but he has to see him. Needs to
explain. His head is getting a tiny bit dizzy. Just enough where he can’t
actually decide if this is a good idea.
**
Ian heard his phone buzzing on his nightstand. He grabbed his phone checking
the time through blurry eyes, then laying back on his bed.
“Jesus 1:25 what the fuck” he groaned. He answered the phone bringing it to his
ear. “Mickey why’re you calling? Somethin wrong?” he asked yawning.
“You sleepin?” Mickey whispered. If he’s not mistaken his words sound slightly
slurred.
“Not anymore” he sighed. Why is Mickey calling when he made it very clear he
wanted nothing to do with him. “What’d you want?”
“Wanna see you” the older man stated like it was the obvious answer.
“Probably not a good idea. You’re the one who set the rules not me” Ian
stretched out on his bed. He was ready to go back to sleep.
“Just wanna talk..please” the brunette sounds like he may cry.
“Nothing to talk about, you said it all already. So I’m gonna go back to sleep
and y…”
"I just wanna fuckin explain Gallagher. Pleease” Mickey wasn’t taking no for an
answer. It wasn’t fair. When Ian had wanted to see him Mickey said no. Now that
he wants to see him it’s alright.
“Ugh fine. I’ll meet you downstairs” Ian hung up his phone and threw on some
pajama bottoms no shirt. He smiled to himself. Petty, but he wants Mickey to
see what he gave up.
**
Mickey was standing outside of the Gallagher house waiting for the kid to come
outside. His buzz was in full affect and he’s feeling that pleasant floaty
feeling. Ian finally answered the door waving him into the house. Goddamn the
kid is sexy. He’s wearing only flannel pajama pants and yet he looks like he’s
shooting a magazine ad. No shirt too. Pretty sure the kids just trying to
torture him. Mickey followed Ian out back to the side of the house. The redhead
stopped abruptly and turned towards him.
“Alright you want to fuckin explain” Ian put his hands on his hips. “Explain”
“Why you seem all fuckin upset Gallagher?” Mickey mumbled shrugging his
shoulder.
“Mickey it’s like 1:30. I got fuckin school in the mornin so if you got shit to
say then fuckin say it” he’s acting like more of a hardass than he really is.
Having Mickey here this close but not having him is excruciating.
“Alright damn calm down tough guy” Mickey chuckled and walked toward the boy
who stepped back. “Not gonna bite ya kid” he leaned closer. “Not unless ya want
me too” Mickey stumbled back snickering. Fuck maybe those shots after beer
wasn’t a good idea. You know what they say ‘beer before liquor never sicker.
Liquor before beer you’re in the clear’ or was it the other way around. He saw
Ian moving out of his peripheral vision. “W.wait where’re you goin?”
“To bed Mick” he sighed. “Somewhere you should be too” he turned but Mickey
grabbed his arm.
“Didn’t get to fuckin explain yet” Ian was giving him the death glare so he
released his arm.
“Then fuckin do it” the redhead walked and leaned up against the house crossing
his arms. Fuck he remembers how those felt around him. How they made him feel,
loved and warm. Made him forget all the stupid shit in his life...made him
forget Andrew.
“I’m sorry” Mickey said lost in the thought of Ian’s arms.
“That it” the kid rolled his eyes and went to step away from the house.
“N.nn no there’s more” he put his arms out in hopes of keeping Ian in place. “I
just..I just um” he had things to say but all he could think and feel is Ian.
“I..fuck it” he rushed up to redhead pushing him against the house and pressing
their lips together. Ian responded for a millisecond before shoving him away.
“No” Ian slicked his hair back grabbing a fist full and pulling softly. “You
don’t get to do this” he put his hands on his hips and sighed looking down.
“It’s not fair”
“Whass not fair?” Mickey didn’t know what he was talking about. Isn’t this what
Ian wanted. He wants him and now he’s here. “I miss you baby” the kid’s head
snapped up and locked eyes with him. “I miss you” Mickey walked over to the
redhead and smashed their lips together. This time Ian’s reaction was visceral.
His lips were hard against his own and he pulled at his lip with his teeth.
“Hmm..fuck” he moaned as Ian kissed down his jaw and sucked at the skin of his
neck. “Ian” he gasped.
“Fuck Mickey” Ian kneaded his ass and flipped him around so his back was
against the house. “I love you”
“Need you” Mickey whined massaging Ian’s hard on through his pajama botttoms.
“Please Ian” he kissed him slipping his tongue into the younger boys mouth.
“I...I love you” he whispered. Ian pulled away sharply and stared into his
eyes. The redhead continued to just stare at him in shock. “I’m fuck..I
shouldn’t ha..” he was cut off by Ian attacking his lips. He wrapped his arms
around his neck pulling him close. Abruptly he was flipped around so he was
facing the wall. Ian palmed at his dick causing his breath to pick up.
“Say it again” Ian growled biting at his neck and grinding his dick against his
ass.
“I love you” fuck it felt good to finally fucking say it. He loved him! He love
Ian fucking Gallagher.
“Ughhh Mickey” Ian groaned pulling down Mickey’s pants then his own. He spit on
his hand then smeared it on his dick using it for some type of lubrication. He
slowly pushed into his hole until he bottomed out making them both moan.
“Fuck Gallagher” Ian snapped his hips hard and fast. “Yesss” he hissed. This is
how sex is supposed to feel. This 17 year old kid made everything feel better.
“Uh..shit….fuck” he threw his head back onto his shoulder.
“Mick fuck” Ian gasped as he thrust into him. “Missed you..uh so fuckin much”
he pulled out and flipped Mickey around so they were facing each other. “I love
you” the sincerity in Ian’s voice evident.
“I love you too” Mickey whispered. Ian pushed back into him. He wrapped his leg
around the younger boys waist and hugged him close. Ian buried his face into
his neck and had his hands on either side of him as he slowly rolled his hips.
Neither spoke. He was afraid to mess it up. This right here was perfect. He had
Ian and Ian had him. He wanted this forever. If he could stay in this moment
for all eternity then he would be happy. He just wants Ian...but he can’t. His
eyes started to burn as they filled up with tears. He can’t have Ian. It can’t
work and he fucked this all up. He hates himself right now for doing this to
the younger boy. He fucked up again and made everything worse by telling him he
loves him. A insult to fucking injury. Mickey fisted a hand into the hair at
the nape of Ian’s neck and wrapped the other around his shoulder. Silent tears
were sliding down his face while Ian’s soft moans filled his ears. What did he
do…
“Uh fuuuucck” Ian moaned cumming inside of Mickey’s hole. Weird the older man
didn’t cum. He looked into his eyes. They were red like he had been crying.
“You alright? You didn…”
“Yea” he cleared his throat and wiped his eyes. “I’m good” he pulled up his
pants.
“So what’re we gonna tell Andrew. I can go with you Mick. I’m not fuckin scared
of him. We can tell him together” Ian said pulling his pants up.
“Tell him what?” Mickey croaked out quietly looking at the ground. He can’t
fucking believe he did this to Ian. He deserves every bit of heartache he gets
but not the boy in front of him. He took this already hard as fuck situation
and fucked it up even more.
“What do you mean? That we’re together” he stepped closer to Mickey and lifted
his chin up making him look at him. “That you love me” Mickey was silent. “You
do..don’t you”
Mickey took a deep breath and stepped away from Ian. “I do but I shouldn’t of
said anything. I should’ve kept my fuckin mouth shut” the redheads eyes widened
in panic.
“No no no what are you talking about?” Ian took both of his hands in his own.
“You love me”
“I shouldn’t have come here. I’m so fuckin sorry Ian” Mickey pulled his hands
away as tears began to fill his eyes. Ian looked blindsided and completely
devastated. “So fuckin sorry” he said running out of the Gallagher yard. He
opened his door and grabbed the bottle of Jack. He scrubbed at his eyes with
the back of his hands trying to erase the tears, the look on Ian’s face when he
said they can’t be together, this entire fucked up mistake. He drank straight
out of the bottle. Shot number...he doesn’t even know. What the fuck did he do?
Chapter End Notes
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