Chapter 1

Mickey couldn't believe what was happening. He didn't think anyone did considering none of them had moved an inch. They were all in shock as to what was happening. How the fuck had this happened?

He and Ian had been so involved with each other, he couldn't help it that being with Firecrotch made him block out the rest of the world. It was because of that his father, Teddy Milcovich had walked in on him and Gallagher fucking. Or rather, Mickey gets fucked by Gallagher. Either way, there was no talking his way out of this one. His father would have to being a fucking idiot not to know what was happening, which he was, but the bastard wasn't blind.

It was almost as if he and Ian were thinking the exact same thing because like lightning, they separated -even in the quick movements, in the back of his head, Mickey felt disappointment when the younger boy was no longer in him, like he was now hollow- pulled up their pants and as soon as Ian shot through Mickey's bedroom window -they left it open to cool down, not that it helped much considering their activities- , Mickey wasn't far behind.

Right before he made it out of the window he felt a strong hold grab hold of his bare underarm, he lost his momentum heading out the window and was terrified as he realized he was puddy in his father's hands. Then he felt hold breath that smelled of too much beer and cigarettes making him sick, and as if to seal the deal his father's next words sent a cold shiver down his spine, "No fucking son of mine is going to be a fag." What terrified Mickey the most was that as his father said these words, there was an eerie calmness to his tone.

Before he could loose his wits though, he felt an even stronger tug pull him the rest of the way to the ground and from his father's grasp. And judging from the pain he felt on the way down he knew his arm must be dislocated or sprained, there'd be left behind bruises and scratches either way. Momentarily he was dazed before a rough tug on his injured arm brought him back to reality and Ian tugged Mickey and up and was yelling something at him he didn't quite understand. It took a few seconds but eventually he realized Ian was telling him to run whilst trying to currently drag him along.

Reality sinking in, he grabbed onto Ian's hand and the two took off like lightning hearing his father yelling a string of curses and threats in their wake. They didn't stop running until they reached Ian's house. There they stood panting outside on the porch when Mickey realized he and Gallagher were still holding hands. In the scheme of things, holding hands wasn't the worst thing they could get caught doing but still terrified him. However, there was a nagging voice in the bad of his head that wondered if it even mattered anymore if they hid or not. The whole neighborhood would know in a matter of time.

When we finally caught our breath, we should out there for moment just looking at each other. After a while -Mickey had seemed to have lost track of time-, Ian reached towards him slowly, almost like he was afraid of what Mickey would do if he touched him. When he was satisfied Mickey wouldn't stop him, he laid a hand on the arm Teddy had gotten a hold of earlier. Mickey had never felt the touch of someone who showed him such gentleness, like he should be handled with extreme care, he was fragile. Even under the circumstances, with the touch that Mickey couldn't even put a name to combined with a look in Ian's eyes that Mickey was terrified to define, he could feel himself getting hard but that wasn't what grabbed his attention.

What really grabbed his attention was the look Ian was giving him, as undefinable as it was, is what Mickey could feel deep inside. And almost as if there was a magnet between them, they gravitated towards each other, their lips about to meet, their first kiss and in broad daylight too when all of a sudden, the door to the Gallagher house swung open.

Chapter 2

Almost without even thinking about it Ian and Mickey sprung apart so fast, it was as if they had burnt one another. However, they hadn't moved apart so quickly as to fool Fiona. She was looking back and forth between the two of them, her expression mixed with a look of knowing dawning on her and