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Mickey didn't know what this had become, or maybe he did and he didn't want to admit what it was. Either way, Mickey had no way of classifying it. All he knew was that he'd grown used to the annoying redhead with the shit-eating grin. He didn't like the fact that he had, but he had. It seemed that lately it was more mornings than not that he woke up early to sneak Gallagher out of his room where they had fallen asleep. He didn't like sleeping with people, he liked fucking them, but it wasn't meant to be more than that. And that stupid redhead kept trying to make it more.
He knew that Gallagher thought that their relationship was a relationship and that the redhead wouldn't hesitate to classify it. And for that he felt kind of guilty, which pissed him off. He didn't feel guilty, particularly not for shit like that. The only thing about their relationship that should make him feel guilty was Mandy. And yet that was his last thought each time he saw the idiot. The idiot and the idiot's stupid smile that never seemed to be absent from his face.
Admitting that he might have gotten attached to the redheaded Gallagher didn't mean that their relationship was anymore than sex, because it wasn't. He liked him because he was fucking amazing in bed, and that was all. Not because he seemed to be completely immune to whatever bullshit Mickey spewed at him. Not because his god-awful grin wasn't truly that awful. And not because he actually liked sitting and listening to the incessant chatter of a stupid kid who may have a more fucked up home life, if that was possible, than him. It wasn't about Gallager, but his dick. That was all that it was.
At least Gallagher had realized that he had no interest in kissing those stupid lips that were always curled into that fucking smirk. Mickey suspected you could tell the kid that a puppy just died and he'd continue grinning he'd just been named supreme ruler of the universe. Honestly the only time he ever looked sad was when Mickey rejected him. Those times when Mickey had pushed him away before he stopped trying altogether. And, not saying that he did, maybe Mickey missed the idiot trying to kiss him.
It had been a long time since Gallagher had barged into his room trying to get the gun back for his middle-aged fuck buddy. Time was enough for anyone to start liking another person. Mickey had gotten used to the heat of another body in his bed and liked having a good lay that he could call up whenever. It had absolutely nothing to do with the idiot. Mickey had gotten use to the circumstances, whatever the may be, not the idiot.
Rolling over he saw Gallagher making his way to the door. "I'm going," he whispered when his hand was on the door and he was ready to sneak out.
Mickey nodded. "Ian," he whispered, "you're not so fucking bad."
He grinned in response as if Mickey had just professed his love. Maybe he had.