Ian swore as he got off the bus. Turns out Lip was planning to go to MIT but since he was in the army there was no way of getting in. Ian had really screwed up this time. Maybe he was being too selfish to realize how much of an effect his departure would have on his family.
Ian threw his bag over his shoulder and entered the house. It was like an amusement park as usual. Kids were jumping from the couch, throwing things at the wall, and running around, screaming. Poor Debbie looked up with a distressed face, her eyes going wide when she realized who it was.
Her brother had only been gone for six months and yet, it felt like forever. She put Liam down and stood, running to her brother to hug him tightly.
"Debs, who's…" Ian looked up at his older sister and gave her a sad smile.
"I'm so sor-"
"No," Fiona interrupted. "I shouldn't be the one you're saying sorry to."
Ian nodded and asked, "Where is he?"
"In the backyard." Ian nodded one last time before letting go of Debs and made his way to the back of the house.
"Ian!" Carl shouted. He sat at the table, putting some contraption together that Ian was sure would cause some trouble later on. His hair was growing back now and he seemed much happier than when Frank was pulling that "You have cancer" fiasco.
Ian stepped outside, on the back yard porch, looking at his brother who sat on the stairs.
"H-Hey," Ian greeted.
"How long were you planning on staying in?" Lip questioned.
"It was supposed to be four years, but I got caught so…" Ian said with a slight chuckle.
Lip pat the seat beside him and Ian slowly made his way over. He passed the joint over to Ian and the ginger took one puff passing it back to his blonde brother. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me? At least I wouldn't have went to MIT looking like a fucking idiot."
Ian huffed and explained, "I couldn't take it anymore. Mickey marrying that whore, the fact that she was pregnant, the fact that he couldn't even tell me he didn't want me to go; everything."
Lip chuckled and explained, "As much as I want to fucking punch you in your fucking face for taking my ID, I'm not. But I do have something to say to you." Lip rubbed his bottom lip, blowing out the smoke from his nostrils. "You shouldn't run away from your problems. Just fucking face them. I know I have no right to fucking tell you this but learn from my mistakes. If you don't face your fucking problems, you'll just make them worse, like you just did. I understand that it fucking hurts seeing the person you love with someone else, but if you don't face it, you might not ever get over it."
Ian chuckled and replied, "You're right." Lip stretched out his arms and the brothers hugged. Suddenly, Ian felt this excruciating pain in his stomach and he groaned as his brother's fist pulled away.
"Next time, don't use my fucking stuff without my fucking permission.
"Got it," Ian said with a smile.
Ian strolled the streets of Chicago. He stopped in the front of Kash & Grab and huffed. Ian entered the store and made his way to the back of the store.
"Who the fuck are you?" Ah, the voice he had left behind. The man he had been through so much with. Ian stood and turned around to Mickey. "I-Ian?"
"Huh, that's the first time you've actually called me that. It's usual firecrotch."
Mickey stared at him before saying, "What, I can't call you by your fucking name now?"
Ian smirked and said, "I'm not saying that."
Mickey turned away now and exited the back room, asking, "So, what happened, you were too afraid of the war?"
Ian leaned against the wall and answered, "Nah, I got caught. Lip tried getting into MIT and it said that he had enlisted in the army."
Mickey looked at Ian again before turning away again and putting things onto the shelves, replying, "Well, you're fucking stupid for thinking it would actually work." That wasn't what he wanted to say. He wanted to hug Ian tightly and express how grateful he was that the other hadn't just left him to rot.
"How's Svetlana?"
Mickey chuckled and explained, "The bitch was kidnapped and taken back to Russia."
Ian couldn't help but let off a sigh of relief. "And Mandy?"
"Everyone found out that she was the one who hit Caren with the car so now my little sister is in the slammer for two years."
"Huh, who would've thought she'd follow in her family's footsteps."
"Yeah, well I guessed you underestimated her." Mickey wasn't even looking at Ian now. His eyes were completely averted. Ian sighed and headed for the front door. "What are you expecting from me?" Mickey suddenly shouted.
Ian looked back at him and questioned, "What are you talking about?"
Mickey wiped his teary eyes, walking in a circle, responding, "Are you expecting me to say that I fucking missed you? Do you want me to shout that I couldn't sleep because I couldn't get the image of you getting killed out of my head? Do you want me to cry out how much I fucking...How much I..."
Ian folded his arms and replied, "How much you what?" Mickey looked up at Ian, a look filled with distress.
Mickey walked quickly over to Ian and kissed him. Ian's arms fell to his sides. This wasn't the first time Mickey willingly kissed him but this was a kiss he never received before.
Mickey wrapped his arms around Ian's neck and pulled him close, whispering in his ear, "Don't...Don't leave me again." Ian smirked and wrapped his arms around the other's waist, smiling.
"I won't."
Ian headed back home, telling Mickey to come by the house later on. The older boy still looked the same. His hair was still messy and he still smelt like beer and cigarettes but, he was dressing more casually; his clothes didn't look like they were just pulled from the garbage can or some shit.
Ian walked into the kitchen and grabbed two beers.
"Dinner's almost ready Ian," Fiona exclaimed.
"Can I talk to you outside." Fiona looked at her brother before ordering Lip to finish cooking.
Fiona sat beside him on the stairs and asked, "What's up?"
"I have something to tell you." He handed her a beer and she opened it, taking a sip.
"What is it? You know you can tell me anything."
Ian smirked and replied, "I've been fucking Mickey Milkovich, that's why I wanted to go to the army."
Fiona's eyes went wide and she looked straight ahead, muttering, "Fuck." She looked back at her brother, still in shock. "So you're saying Mickey is-"
"Gay, yeah. He was on the down low so that's why I never told you."
"Shit, so do you two like love each other or what?"
Ian smiled and explained, "Well, I love him for sure. I'm just waiting for him to say it back."
Fiona pushed her hair out of her face and questioned, "How the fuck did you get yourself involved with him of all the fucking men in Chicago?"
Ian pat his sister's shoulder and reassured, "I'll tell you when he's ready to let me."
"Holy shit, look at you finally getting the guy you love." Fiona hugged Ian tightly and the two stood.
The back door swung open and there stood Mickey. Ian walked up to him and kissed him. Mickey smirked and shoved him lightly.
"In front of your fucking sister?" He took the beer from Ian and drank it.
Fiona pat Mickey's shoulder and reassured, "Don't worry, this house does not discriminate. Come back in when you two are ready." Ian nodded and pulled Mickey outside.
Ian went to kiss Mickey again and the other turned his head away, "Woah there firecrotch, let's eat dinner first."
Ian smirked and whispered in the other's ear, "Then I get my dessert?"
Mickey chuckled, "Yeah."
"Good." Ian now grabbed and squeezed Mickey's ass. The other shouted in pain.
"The ass cheek, the ass cheek," Mickey cried out.
"Shit, it still hasn't healed?"
Mickey opened the back door and answered, "It did, you were just squeezing too fucking hard." Ian chuckled and followed Mickey into the house.
Once dinner was done, Fiona headed over to hospital to talk to Ned about Jimmy, turns out the guy had went missing. Lip went over to Karen's, who returned, memory and all. Liam was asleep as well as Debbie and Carl.
"So, what now?" Mickey asked. He and Ian sat in the living room watching TV, fingers entwined.
"You promised me my dessert." Mickey chuckled and sat atop Ian's lap.
"Don't eat too fast, you might get a tummy ache." Ian chuckled and stood, Mickey wrapped around him. He made his way outside and to the van. There was no way they would fuck in the house without waking someone up.
Ian let Mickey down and the other opened the van door. He entered first, kicking off his shoes, Ian right behind him.
Mickey laid on his back, pulling off his shorts and helping Ian with his. Ian kissed Mickey and ran his hands over the other's chest. Mickey groaned and bucked his hips into Ian's. Ian tried his best to ignore the other and he rest one hand against Mickey's boxers, holding him down.
Ian lowered himself and kissed from Mickey's neck to his nipples, leaving hickies along the way. Mickey propped himself up on his arms, wanting to watch. Ian looked at him and licked from nipple to the next. He licked around and then sucked. Ian bit Mickey's right nipple while he pinched the left one between his fingers.
Mickey let out a small whimper, covering his mouth when it came out. Ian began to chuckle and Mickey began to smile, removing his hand from his mouth. Here, it was alright to moan and scream for more; no one would disturb them.
Mickey leaned forward and kissed Ian, now being pulled onto his lap. Ian laid back and unbuckled his jeans, unable to really think straight with Mickey's crotch rubbing against his own. Mickey helped, pulling the belt off and pulling out Ian's solid cock. He licked his lips and stroked up and down. Ian reached his weak hand up to touch Mickey's nipples. The other grabbed his hand and pressed it against his nipple, he did the same for the next hand.
Mickey began grinding, slowly, against Ian as he jerked him off and the other played with Mickey's nipples. Ian ran his hands down Mickey's sides, the other shivering by the touch. Mickey looked at Ian with confusion when the other grabbed his ass.
"Bring your ass over here," Ian ordered. Liking this aggressive side of Ian, Mickey pulled off his boxers. He turned his ass toward his boyfriend's face. Ian propped himself up on his arms and licked from the tip of Mickey's cock to his small, pink, twitching hole. Mickey flinched, his mouth against Ian's cock. He let off a slight moan and Ian let off a little bit of pre-cum making Mickey smirk. Meanwhile, Ian was spitting and licking at Mickey's hole that continued to get bigger as he stuck his third finger in.
"Fuck...Ian."
"Suck my dick and stop crying for more." Mickey moaned, loving Ian's deep voiced order. Mickey whimpered when Ian's long fingers pulled out. "Lay on your back for me." Mickey nodded and turned onto his back.
"Fuck! What the hell was that?" Mickey shouted, feeling something pierce his back, making him sit up and hold tightly onto Ian. Ian moved the cover that laid on the van floor and picked up the object.
"I knew he'd lose it."
Mickey looked back to see a knife in Ian's hand. "Who the fuck did you give that to?"
"Carl, so he could protect himself." Ian shrugged and placed it on one of the front seats. He turned his attention to Mickey and sighed. "Lay back." Mickey slowly laid himself back, making sure nothing was under the cover.
Ian stroked his cock and kneeled on Mickey's right side. Mickey looked at him and held the other's cock in his hand, putting it to his lips. Ian sighed and closed his eyes, running his hand up and down Mickey's body. Mickey engulfed Ian's cock and the other grabbed hold of his hair. The older male raised his left leg and Ian reached his hand under. Ian rubbed his fingers against Mickey's hole, while the other sucked his cock.
Ian growled and probed his finger against Mickey. Mickey groaned and started sucking faster. "Fuck, Mickey," Ian muttered. He pulled his cock from the other's mouth and he kissed him. Ian lined himself up at Mickey's entrance and teased Mickey, rubbing the tip of his cock against him.
"Stop being a fucking dick and stick it in already," Mickey complained. He began pushing against the other and Ian complied, pushing himself halfway in. "Shit Gallagher. Did you get bigger over the past few months?"
Ian chuckled and leaned down to kiss Mickey, whispering, "No, you just got tighter."
"Shit," Mickey moaned. Ian moved slowly, watching as he slid in and the out. He would go just an inch further with every thrust before pulling out. He needed Mickey to hurry up and get used to it because he sure as fuck wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.
Mickey moaned loudly as Ian went in balls deep and started thrusting with force. "F-Fuck...right there." Ian grabbed Mickey's thighs and pulled him closer, knowing he hit Mickey's sweet spot again when Mickey's back lifted from the covers.
"Do you like that," Ian panted.
"Fuck me hard, Gallagher!" Mickey shouted.
Ian chuckled and muttered, "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't feel your legs."
"Fuck me until my hole is swollen from your fucking thick cock," Mickey moaned. Ian smirked, sweat dripping from his forehead, and began pumping Mickey's cock.
"You want me to put my cum in you?"
"Fucking come inside of me. I want you to be a part of me." Mickey now looked away from Ian and his voice began to hitch. "I-I l-love-"
"Don't force yourself...to say it," Ian interrupted, wrapping his arms around Mickey's lower body. Mickey nodded and wrapped his arms around Ian's neck. He cried out a moan when Ian came inside of him, feeling the cum ooze out. Mickey moaned one last time as he came on himself and Ian.
Ian pulled out of Mickey and laid beside him. Mickey cuddled up on Ian, resting his head on the other's chest and his hand on Ian's torso. Ian rest a hand under his head and his left arm wrapped around Mickey's waist.