Not Everybody Knows by Voices of Reasons

Summary: For being a secret Ian and Mickey weren't very good at sneaking around.

I don't own anything. Showtime owns Shameless as well as my soul.

Sorry this is all I have so far. No beta. :(

Gallagher was careless and insatiable. For one Mickey could never be alone with him around. Not that it seemed like a problem once Gallagher had his hands under his shirt. So much so that Mickey wanted to be alone a lot more lately, with his door locked, even with his dad back home. But that was besides the point.

Anyway point B, whenever Gallagher had a problem it was like he wanted comfort or something. Like that thing with his mom or whatever. He comes pounding on the door, which anyone could have answered! Next thing you know he's rambling on about how much he needs him, which anyone could have overheard! Then expects him to come running off to help. I mean sure Mickey went but only because the boy was about to break down on his fuckin' stoop. Of course that reluctance passed as soon as Ian Gallagher had his hands on his hips pulling him into the back. Which ended when the door opened and the jail cell slammed shut.

Then there were the I miss you's, almost twice a month like no one could see the idiot redhead coming to visit him. He heard so many jokes about it he ended up stabbing a kid with a fork and refusing Ian's requests to see him. He got an empty account and an extra month inside for his trouble. He kept his head down. It was a long three months.

Mandy was waiting for him when he got out. He stole her cigarette and inhaled. "Who brought you here?" She shook keys at him and smiled "I brought myself." He looked up sharply. "You can't drive. Who let you have the car?" it came out on the same breath. She laughed. "They were too busy planning a party or some shit. Plus dad got caught with like crack or something." She sauntered off and Mickey tried not to let himself think about gouging out some old dude's eyes. He settled for glaring at him as the guy stopped staring at his sister's ass. His face fell as his sister yelled back at him "Besides I didn't drive. Ian did." Great just, great.

Mickey proceeded to get drunk as soon as he got home trying to lose the feeling of eyes watching him through the rearview mirror. Besides knowing where the beer was at all times he didn't pay much attention to the party. And if he happened to know that his sister was sitting on the lap of one redhead well that just meant he wasn't drunk enough.

It was late when he woke up with puke in the corners of his mouth. Everyone else was passed out all over the lawn. In a slight moment of clarity he stumbled into the house and only tripped five times. He could hear the video game playing as he passed through and made the mistake of looking over as he tried to walk. Next thing he knew he was on the floor.

"You okay?" No, Mickey's dignity had gone the way of his breakfast about three drinks ago. He looked up into familiar eyes. Eyes that reminded him of heat, and sweat and skin sliding against skin. His blood rushed and he wanted to feel those lips against his. He pulled the eyes closer to him and searched frantically for skin. He vaguely wondered who he was lying on top of before he couldn't think about anything anymore. It was a long six months.

He woke up with his skull pounding out of his head. and an arm holding him down. All he could see was freckles. It took a while. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He'd just had sex with Gallagher in a house filled with people, in fact he didn't even know when or how they'd gotten to his room. He was getting just as reckless as Ian, plus he needed to puke.

Someone cleared their throat. "Well shit." Mickey pushed Ian of the bed and looked up. The other Gallagher was somehow in his room. "You know it looks worse that he's sitting on your floor naked right?" and he was smirking at him. Mickey head was hurting just a little too much to get his head around this. "What the fuck?" "Mandy let me in as she was going out. Something about Tylenol and Advil. "

Mickey couldn't think straight "What the fuck!" Lip turned to Ian "I'll uh talk to you later. Don't take too long." He looked kind of uncomfortable as he closed the door. Mickey took a quick look at his life, it had never been this surreal before Ian Gallagher came along. He had his whatever groaning on the floor, as his whatever's brother left them alone and about a hundred other people outside who could come in wanting to use the bathroom at any time. The door opened again. "Didn't know you like it up the ass too Mickey." He was going to kill that smartass.

"Am I bleeding?" He looked down at the redheaded fool on his floor. Good he wasn't really naked, but he might as well have been with the way his boxers were hanging off his hips. "Lip was just kidding by the way he knew already. Uh you want me to take care of that for you?" Ian pointed smiling. Mickey was either still drunk to be actually considering it, or Ian's recklessness was rubbing off on him. He stopped thinking, Ian was definitely rubbing off on him.

That was the first time someone besides Kash had caught them besides that thing with his dad. Luckily no one wandered into his room that day.

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