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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shameless_(US)
  Relationship:
      Ian_Gallagher/Mickey_Milkovich, Ian_Gallagher_&_Mickey_Milkovich, Ian
      Gallagher_&_Mandy_Milkovich, Mandy_Milkovich_&_Mickey_Milkovich
  Character:
      Mickey_Milkovich, Ian_Gallagher, Mandy_Milkovich
  Additional Tags:
      Canon_Related, Canon_Rewrite, Season/Series_01, Episode_Related, It's
      Time_to_Kill_the_Turtle, POV_Mickey_Milkovich, Smut, Explicit_Sexual
      Content, Semi-Public_Sex, Workplace_Sex, Brother-Sister_Relationships,
      Homophobic_Language, Internalized_Homophobia, Masturbation, Anal_Sex,
      Anal_Fingering, mostly_just_smut_tbh
  Series:
      Part 4 of Dirtiest_white_boy_in_America
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-15 Words: 2108
****** It's Time to Kill the Turtle ******
by Enochianess
Summary
     Season 1 Episode 8 - Mickey focused
     Mickey didn't know how to explain it, but he felt like an addict.
     It'd only taken the one hit. But Mickey was hooked.
     Mickey banged his forehead against the tiles.
     Fucking Gallagher.
Notes
     I can't get enough of Mickey Milkovich and I don't think his side of
     the story was explored enough on the show, so I'm writing his story
     canonically episode by episode and adding and expanding upon the
     scenes as I see fit (And yes, this does include smut, because their
     kiss and sex scenes were virtually nonexistent). All the works will
     be named after the episodes in the show.
     I'd really appreciate your feedback on this because I want to make
     sure I'm writing Mickey as accurately as possible. If this is going
     to be as good as I want it to be, I need to quite literally become
     him for a couple hours a day.
     *Gives you the bird because we're in the shameless fandom and this is
     the best way of expressing my affection and love for you all*
See the end of the work for more notes
Mickey slumped against the shower wall, chest heaving, legs shaking. 
He couldn't fucking do it. He didn't know what it was, but sticking his fingers
up his own ass just didn't get him off the same. His fingers weren't long
enough, weren't slender enough. He couldn't get the angle just right.
Basically, he couldn't get it to feel as fucking good as Gallagher somehow
could. He'd given up in the end, pulling his fingers out and wrapping his hand
around his cock to jerk himself off instead. He wanted to cry, scream, pummel
Ian Gallagher's face for making him this fucking horny and miserable and
confused.
Mickey didn't know how to explain it, but he felt like an addict. It'd only
taken the one hit. But Mickey was hooked. He wanted the redhead. Could
literally think of nothing but being fucked by the kid again. 
Mickey banged his forehead against the tiles.
Fucking Gallagher.
 
"Got any Slim Jims in this shit hole?" Mickey asked, trying to keep his voice
steady.
He'd tried banging Angie earlier, but that had been fucking disastrous. He
wasn't sure he'd be able to get it up for a chick ever again. Ian Gallagher had
fucking ruined girls for him.  
Mickey watches impatiently as a woman in a dumb orange hat leaves the store,
and is relieved when Ian gets up and locks the door behind him.
Thank fucking Christ.
Mickey glances to the back of the store and then to Ian again. He feels
uncomfortable, but, admittedly, better now that Ian's obviously on board. This
whole thing was just a shit-show waiting to happen, but he'd been hopeful
nonetheless.
"Yeah, in the back room." Ian replies as he walks past, eyes fixed playfully on
Mickey.
Mickey tries his best to keep the smirk off his face as he walks behind
Gallagher, shamelessly eyeing his ass and unwrapping the scarf from around his
neck. Ian is shrugging out of his plaid over-shirt and Mickey really fucking
hopes this means Gallagher is just as eager as he is.
Mickey scrambled to undo his belt the minute they were out of view, tossing his
jacket onto the floor, and then yanking his pants and boxers down to his ankles
in one go. He twisted round to make some wise-ass remark, hoping to remove some
of the tension from the moment, but was surprised by the way Gallagher flipped
him back around and slid a hand up the length of his back until he was bent
over, hands gripping the shelf for balance. Clearly, Ian wasn't feeling like
much of a Chatty Cathy today. It made Mickey wonder if Ian had been thinking
about this just as much as he had. He wondered if Ian was just as angry and
pent-up and frustrated as he was. 
"You got lube on you?" Ian asked, his voice a low, heated rumble.
"Do I look like I carry fucking lube? I'm not a damn faggot, firecrotch."
Mickey retorted, trying to sound aggressive and ultimately failing.
"Mmhmm." Ian murmured, and Mickey swore he could hear the smirk in his voice,
the rolling of his blue-green eyes. "Good job we've already got some back here
then, huh?"
"Stealin' lube now, Gallagher?" Mickey snorted. "You might wanna steal a condom
too while you're at it."
"Don't need to. Got one in my pocket." Ian replied. "Don't move."
Mickey waited impatiently while Ian fumbled around behind him, feeling exposed
and annoyingly nervous. 
"Okay." Ian murmured, one hand gripping hold of his hip. "You ready for me?"
"Who says shi-" Mickey began, his voice teetering off when Ian pushed a
lubricated finger inside him with no pretense.
"What was that?" Gallagher asks him smugly.
"Fu-fuck." Is all Mickey manages to get out.
"Yeah. That's what I thought."
Prick.
He couldn't deny though, that this was fucking it. This was what he'd been
after. This was- this was just so fucking good. 
"More." He demanded.
As a rule, Mickey didn't beg, he didn't do desperate. Except, right now he was
fucking desperate. And, luckily, Ian was happy to oblige, pushing in a second
finger to help work him open.
"Like that? Hm?" Ian whispered, his mouth hot against the shell of Mickey's
ear. "You like it like that, Mick?"
Mickey nodded, pushing back to chase the feeling, his mouth falling
unhinged, as Ian simultaneously rubbed against his prostate and added a third
finger. 
It was all so fucking fast and so damn perfect.
Ian thrusted the digits inside Mickey until he was hot and wet and clenching to
be filled further. He pulled them out slowly, grinning widely at the whimper
Mickey unknowingly let slip from his lips.
Soon enough, Ian was rolling the condom on, gripping Mickey by both hips, and
pushing the head of his cock inside the tight heat.
"Holy shit..." Mickey mumbled, his voice thin and strained. 
"Yeah." Ian muttered in reply, though the sound barely reached Mickey's ears. 
Mickey chews on his bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut as he wills himself to
just breathe. He's trying to keep his fucking chill, but right now, with
Gallagher balls deep inside him, he's having a really fucking hard time. And
shit, did he really just think that? Hard time? Holy shit, he was fucking
making puns with a dick up his ass.
"Been thinking 'bout this, 'bout fucking you." Ian mumbles against Mickey's
back, patiently waiting for him to adjust. "Been jerking off to it. Thinking
'bout your ass. How fucking tight it is."
And, really, this isn't fucking helping. "Will you move? Please?" 
Ian's fingertips dig harder into the juts of his hipbones, his nails
undoubtedly leaving crescent-shaped marks, as he pulls out and pistons back in.
Mickey grips tightly onto the metal shelf, his knuckles white, as he feels the
breath whoosh out of him. Ian starts out slowly, building the pace gradually
until he's fucking pounding into Mickey, both of them struggling to get enough
oxygen into their lungs. And really, Mickey thinks this might be how he dies.
He'll just be fucked into oblivion.
"Fuck, that's good." Ian grunts, shifting his stance and thrusting at a
slightly different angle.
Mickey practically screams at the force with which Ian is suddenly hitting his
prostate. His mouth is dry, hanging open, and he reaches down between his legs
to stroke his weeping cock. He's a little surprised, to say the least, when Ian
slaps his hand away and takes over, jerking him in time with his thrusts.
Mickey can't fucking think, doesn't know what sensation to concentrate on
first. It all just feels so fucking good, so damn overwhelming.
"Gonna- Mick, I'm gonna-" Ian murmurs, teeth clamping down on his shoulder.
And Mickey just fucking loses it, spurting out over Ian's hand, bringing the
redhead along with him. Ian falls against him, panting, both of them shuddering
slightly from the aftershocks.
Mickey wanted to push Ian off him, create a little space between them, but he
was pretty sure he couldn't move a damn muscle. This was the part he was
frightened of. The intimacy of after. He wanted no part of it.
"Get off me. You're fucking heavy." He grumbled.
Ian pulled out silently and stepped backwards, making Mickey shiver as he was
left bereft of his body heat. Mickey pulled his underwear and pants back up,
grabbing his jacket from the floor, without sparing Ian so much as a glance.
When he did look up though, Ian's eyes were fixed intensely on him, following
every movement. Mickey shifted awkwardly from foot to foot.
"I gotta go." He mumbled lamely.
Ian nodded.
"You gonna let me out then or what?" He snapped, but there was no real heat
behind it. "You locked the fucking door."
"Shit, yeah. Sorry." The redhead mumbled, walking out the back room hastily.
Neither of them mentioned that Mickey could have just as easily unlocked the
door himself.
Mickey followed him, eyes flicking around nervously when they got back outside.
Knowing his luck, someone would look over and see the guilt on his face, see
the whole thing for what it was. Someone would notice and they'd take it back
to Terry. And then, Terry would kill him.
"So..." Ian says, his voice all fucking cute and hopeful. "Guess this was like
a booty call, huh?"
Mickey focuses on wrapping his scarf back around his neck, pointedly looking
everywhere other than Ian. He can just imagine the stupid puppy face he'll be
pulling. The kid was like a twelve year-old girl.
"Whatever. See ya." Mickey says shortly, sniffing as he starts off across the
street. 
 
That was the last time.
Shut it the fuck down. 
 
Ian and Mandy were sat together on the couch, books on their laps, Mandy's legs
thrown over Ian's thighs, when Mickey walked into the house.
"I'm telling you, it's right." He heard Mandy say, a rare, genuine smile on her
face.
Mickey belches, because, well, he's Mickey. And, because Ian's Ian, the redhead
grins up at him.
"Douchebags." He mutters as he walks past.
"Assface." Mandy calls after him, her voice cutting off when Mickey kicks his
bedroom door shut behind him.
Mickey shrugs out of his coat, kicks his shoes off. He's trying not to think
about the fact that the guy he's been fucking, the guy supposedly dating his
sister, is sat in his living room. 
"Sure." He thinks he hears Ian say faintly.
Mickey turns at the sound of someone entering his room, swallowing thickly when
he sees Ian carefully close the door behind him.
"The fuck you doin' in here?" He asks, but his voice is weak, almost afraid.
Images of what happened the last time they were in Mickey's bedroom flickered
through his mind. "Aren't you supposed to be with Mandy?"
"She's making pizza bagels." He replied, a wide grin pulling at his lips. "And
besides, you know we're not really dating, don't you?"
"You're not?" Mickey asks. How the fuck was he supposed to know that? Wasn't
like him and Mandy sat braiding each others hair talking 'bout dudes.
"In case you haven't noticed..." Ian said lowly, stepping closer to Mickey with
half-lidded eyes. "She's not exactly my type."
"I dunno, man. Dark hair, blue eyes... Sounds like your type to me." He
muttered, his smirk faltering almost immediately after it appeared. He was in
the fucking danger zone here, skirting on the edge of some invisible precipice.
Suddenly, Ian is pushing him back against the wall, reaching down between them
to grope his crotch. Mickey groans, his body arching into the touch, desperate
to get closer. Gallagher was going to fucking kill him. He didn't understand
how the kid could be like an eager, innocent puppy one minute, but then turn
Mickey into a writhing mess the next. 
"Can't do this with Mandy though, can I?" Ian whispers, grabbing Mickey's ass
with both hands and grinding against him.
"Get on me already." Mickey panted, pushing Ian back slightly and spinning to
face the wall.
Fuck, maybe just one more time.
 
Mickey waits for Ian to go back out to Mandy, and then he goes to the bathroom
for a piss. He stares in the mirror whilst he washes his hands, looks at the
way colour has spread high on his grubby cheeks, the way his hair is mussed
from Gallagher getting a little too handsy. He pulls his shirt up just past his
belly button, a smile tugging at his lips when he notices the purple, finger-
shaped bruises on his hips and waist. Then, realising what the fuck he was
doing, he frowned and slapped at his cheeks. Get it the fuck together.
He waltzed back out into the living room, trying his best to ignore the way Ian
glances up at him, staring with heart-eyes like the fucking sun shone out his
ass or something equally as gay. Him and Mandy were playing some racing game on
the Xbox he'd managed to lift the week before.
Mickey grabbed a pizza bagel from the plate on the coffee table, collapsing
down beside Ian with his Big Gulp cup in hand.
"Shove over, faggots." He said, sipping at his soda slowly and then snatching
the controller from Ian. He needed to fucking do something with his hands. He
needed to distract himself.
"Watch and learn." He mumbled through a mouthful of food, laughing when he
crashed into the side of Mandy, knocking her off the track.
He could feel Ian's eyes on him, making him hot, his skin tingle in a way he
was sure it never had before. 
He was so beyond fucked.
End Notes
     Obviously I do not take credit for the dialogue from the show; I have
     simply used it to aid my own story and exploration of Mickey.
     The credit for those parts goes deservedly to the writers.
     Feel free to contact me: http://enochianess.tumblr.com
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