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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shameless_(US)
  Relationship:
      Ian_Gallagher/Mickey_Milkovich
  Character:
      Ian_Gallagher, Mickey_Milkovich, Terry_Milkovich
  Additional Tags:
      1x07_rewrite, mind-reading, birthday_fic, Frottage
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-25 Words: 1281
****** I've Got My Mind Made Up (and i can't let go) ******
by stubliminalmessaging
Summary
     He heard Gallagher’s thoughts more than his movements. His mind had
     been surprisingly blank when Mickey first read it, but once he
     entered Mickey’s room he was loud. (1x07 gapfiller - Mickey can read
     minds)
Notes
     happy birthday to my good friend tanya! her birthday was actually a
     few days ago but i'm slow af so i only got it done today lol. hope
     you like it! :D
                Even asleep Mickey felt the nagging feeling of someone’s
presence of the edge of his consciousness – it was like something pulling at a
corner of his mind. He woke up as discretely as possible, keeping his breathing
even and tensing up as subtly as possible when he heard the tiniest whisper of
a footstep against his floor.
 
                He heard Gallagher’s thoughts more than his movements. His mind
had been surprisingly blank when Mickey first read it, but once he entered
Mickey’s room he was loud. He wondered if Mickey was really asleep, how he
could sleep when his room smelled so bad, and how his ass could look so good in
ratty old sweatpants. The last thought would have come as a shock to Mickey if
he hadn’t already read a multitude of the filthy thoughts about him he’d read
from Ian’s head. It was like every time he came over to hang out with Mandy he
had his mind on Mickey and he had some pretty R-rated thoughts for such an
innocent-looking kid.
 
                Mickey only had a moment to think about what he read off Ian
before he had to make a move because he was getting prodded in the back and
Gallagher was asking about the gun he’d taken off his pussy of a boss the day
before. He feigned waking up and tried to sound groggy and disoriented and a
lot more hungover than he felt when he scrubbed at his eyes and rolled over
like he was going into his bedside table. He pulled the drawer out and threw it
at the kid and launched into a tussle that ended with him getting thrown
against the wall and then pinning Gallagher to the bed. He prepared to lay into
Gallagher’s too-pretty face but paused when he read his mind.
 
                Shit shit shit shit, not now boner, Gallagher thought and
Mickey almost started laughing. He shifted his hips ever so slightly and felt
the kid’s hard dick poking at the back of his thigh. The kid probably thought
it was an accident because he still looked like he was gonna piss himself which
would be really not sexy so  Mickey threw the tire iron aside and started
stripping down.
 
                Gallagher clued in after a moment and crawled out from under
Mickey. He started peeling his own clothes off, but not fast enough for Mickey
who threw his own shirt aside and sat up to help Gallagher strip. How old was
he? Fifteen? How was a fifteen-year-old this jacked and this hot? (Though if
Gallagher’s thoughts over the past couple months were anything to go by, he
didn’t think Mickey was too hard on the eyes either.)
 
                Gallagher didn’t try to kiss him which was to his credit and
made Mickey want to consider keeping him around. He thought a lot about fucking
Mickey, really topping the fuck out of him, and Mickey decided that if
Gallagher played his cards right, he might just let him sometime. But not
today. Fucking would take too long and he would have to sneak down the hall and
steal a condom from Mandy’s room because there was no way he was letting this
kid fuck him without a rubber. He knew from Gallagher’s thoughts that he didn’t
exactly keep it in his pants and Mickey had no interest in catching something
from him.
 
                Gallagher took one look at him naked and thought fuck, I want
to suck his dick but Mickey was fairly determined to get him off too and they
didn’t have time for two blowjobs. That and he didn’t really feel like giving
head at that moment so he hoped his alternative would be good enough for
Gallagher. Given the eagerness and glee his thoughts had, he was sure anything
would make Gallagher happy.
 
                After some shuffling to find a position they both liked they
ended up kneeling opposite each other and each jerking the other off. Gallagher
thought about kissing Mickey more than once but Mickey kept his head down so
he’d need to move to act on his thoughts. Mickey had to admit that breathing
the same air as Gallagher wasn’t so bad – his breath smelled like cigarettes
and maybe kissing him wouldn’t be the worst thing ever but Mickey wouldn’t let
it happen.
 
                Gallagher shifted in closer to Mickey who tried not to stare at
his cock while trying not to look like he was trying not to stare at it. It was
bigger than any dick he’d encountered (granted that wasn’t that many, but
still) and he decided then and there that it was his favourite dick. It felt
right in his hand and he hissed when Gallagher slotted his thigh between
Mickey’s and pressed their erections together. Mickey couldn’t get his hand
around the girth of both of them but that wasn’t a problem for Gallagher and
his huge hands and long fingers. If Gallagher could read his mind like he could
read Gallagher’s, he would know how badly Mickey wanted those fingers on his
body and fucking him open. But not now. Next time.
 
                Their rutting grew frantic as they raced closer to their
completion. Gallagher clutched at Mickey’s hips hard enough to leave bruises
and Mickey held him by the shoulders. Mickey heard his bed rocking against the
wall dully over the sound of him and Gallagher panting together and prayed that
his dad was in a deep enough drunken coma that he wouldn’t wake up and hear
them.
 
                Mickey raked his nails over Gallagher’s shoulders and bit his
lip hard when he finished, making a mess of their hands and the sheets. A
strong urge to kiss Mickey was all jumbled in the storm of thoughts Gallagher
had as he got close to coming and Mickey stroked him faster, using his own come
to lubricate the movement, and the next second Gallagher was choking out his
name and squeezing at his hips and ass while he came. Mickey smirked a little
as he read Gallagher thinking about how he couldn’t wait to properly have
Mickey’s ass.
 
                They flopped on Mickey’s bed after that and panted together.
They were pressed together in a lot of spots and it was way too hot but Mickey
still yanked a scratchy red blanket over them anyways on the off chance that
someone might walk in. Mickey could pretend Gallagher was a friend who had
crashed after the party the night before.
 
                It was a good thing Mickey covered them up because before he’d
even caught his breath his dad was up and lumbering through his room to the
bathroom. After some passing comment about fags (Mickey didn’t worry much since
his dad’s mind was a jumble of foggy hungover confusion and disgusting things
Mickey would never ever touch with a ten-foot pole) Terry left and they both
flew out of bed and scrambled to get dressed again.
 
                While Gallagher’s back was turned Mickey rummaged through his
dresser drawer and shoved aside all the other guns until he found the one he’d
punked off Kash n’ Grab and tossed it on the bed in Gallagher’s line of sight.
The kid looked at the gun and turned to him, thinking thoughts of relief and
tenderness and – oh, fuck no.
 
                “Kiss me and I’ll cut your fuckin’ tongue out,” Mickey said,
thumbing at his lower lip before he turned and left the room to go find
something to eat in the kitchen. Hopefully Gallagher would take the fucking
hint and show himself out. Mickey could already tell this wasn’t going to be
the last he’d see of Gallagher – and he didn’t need to read his mind to know
that.
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