A/N: This is my first attempt at writing about Ian and Mickey, so please forgive me if I didn't do too well. I'm trying my best to get their personalities just right. Please read and review, I hope at least one of you enjoys this.
Mickey didn't do feelings. He sure as hell didn't like showing them, even when he did if they were anything besides anger and lust. But then in came Ian fucking Gallagher with his stupid shit eating grin and actually giving a fuck about Mickey when he shouldn't.
Mickey remembers exactly when he realized he might actually feel something for Firecrotch.
It was their sixth time hooking up- yes, Mickey kept count, though he would never willingly admit it- and he was waiting out back of the Kash and Grab.
Ian opened the door after locking up the front, that grin on his face like always. Mickey couldn't help but stare for a moment before scowling; having noticed in the back of his mind that Ian's grin looked good. That it had given him some weird feeling in his stomach, one he hadn't felt before and didn't want to feel again.
"Are you just gonna stand there all day, or we gonna fuck?"
Gallagher's grin turned into a smirk as he moved out of the way, letting Mickey walk inside.
The cooler felt good as he walked into it, immediately he began to remove his sweater, ready to peel off the tank when Ian spoke up.
"Why'd you get the tattoos on your fingers?"
Mickey stopped and stared at him, then at the letters that spelt out "FUCK U-UP" on his own hands. Normally, he'd just punch the guy in the face for asking such a stupid question. Mickey fucking hated stupid questions. And he hated when people tried to get personal. His life was nobody's business. He came here to fuck, not have Gallagher ask about his ink.
But surprisingly, Mickey didn't pull his sweater back on and leave. He didn't throw a punch at the red head. He told himself he didn't because he still wanted to fuck. That it was all that kept him standing there in front of Ian. Except a part of him knew there was a different reason. One he would never actually admit to.
This was why he found himself responding to the question, much to his own surprise.
"Felt it was appropriate." He said with a scowl. The taller boy was about to open his mouth again, but Mickey quickly cut him off. "This isn't some bonding moment, Gallagher. I came here to fuck. So, we either do that, or I go."
Ian closed his mouth and nodded, the grin returning. And it was all because Mickey answered a question. No way was that happening again.
Yet again, Mickey heard something in the back of his mind say that it no doubt would happen again. In response, Mickey told the voice to shut the fuck up, and then worked on getting his and Firecrotch's clothes off.