Gym was packed this Saturday. But just an hour left on his shift. He stretches his arms above his head and yawns. And then almost falls off his chair when he sees who approaches the reception.
"Mickey?" He tries not to sound too surprised.
"In the flesh, Gallagher." A small smirk. Oh, how Ian wants to touch, smell, taste that pale flesh.
"Need a locker." Mickey says and slams his hands against the counter.
Ian reaches for a key to a free one.
"Never seen you here." Again he tries not to sound too surprised. Anyone can visit a gym.
Mickey takes the key from Ian's hand. Slowly. His hand brushes against Ians.
"Yeah, well, Mandy recommended this shit hole. Thought I'd check it out." But the only thing he seemed to check out was Ian. Ian swallowed. "Well, see ya. Gonna change." Mickey walks towards the locker rooms but half way he turns his head and looks at Ian over his shoulder and licks his lips.
Ian is totally shocked. Did Mickey actually flirt with him? He stared as Mickey continues down the hall. The broad shoulder, strong arms, perfect butt. The way he walks with his whole body. Ian shivers. He can't take it. He needs that body in his hands.
He eyes the gym and catches Tina standing by the thread mills. And he shouts at her.
"Tina! Can I take a break?"
She points at the big clock on the wall behind her.
"Your shift ends in like 30 minutes."
Ian stands up and does the 'I'm peeing my pants'-dance. He can see Tina sighs and then nods.
He hurries down the hall, jumping down the stairs.
The first thing he sees when he enters the locker rooms is Mickey naked back. He hesitates but then approaches him, confident. Mickey didn't notice him until Ian grabs his shoulder hard and turns him around, facing him.
"What the fuc.." Mickey tries to pull himself out of Ians grip, but Ian puts his other hand on his hips and holds him tight.
"Gallagher? What are you doin?" Ian steps closer.
He never really realized the difference in height between them. But it helps his confidence, he feel somewhat powerful. His takes a deep breath and the air coming from his nose blows back some strands of hair from Mickeys forehead.
"Are you flirting with me?" He asks. Mickey frowns and steps back, Ian lets him.
"Why the fuck would I? I'm not ga..."
Before he can finish his sentence Ian has grabbed his chin and presses his lips against his. A brief but hard kiss. But he gets two strong hands on his chest, pushing him back. Silence. They just stare at each other. The corner of Ians lips raises. And suddenly Mickey's reaching for his neck pulling his head down and his lips presses against Ians. Nothing brief about this one, it's wet and deep.
Ian presses Mickey hard against the lockers with his hands on those strong biceps. Then they travels down to Mickeys hips, then his thighs and finally to his crotch. Mickey is actually hard there, under his sweat pants. They moan into each others mouths at the same time. But Mickey then breaks the kiss, frees himself from Ians grip and step aside.
"Okay, okay. I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing, but you need to back the fuck off." He says while holding up his hands in front of him so Ian can't come any closer.
"I'm not fucking gay!"
Ian laughs and nods at Mickeys crotch.
"Yeah? That thing told another story."
"Fuck off, ginger." Mickey growls, but Ian stays put.
He turns his head when he hears a knock on the door and a loud "Hey, you awake?"
At first it sounds like Tina, but the second time he hears the same sentence he understands it's Fiona yelling, he open his eyes and realizes he's not at the gym but in his bed.
Of course it was a dream, it was too good to be true.
Fiona stands in the door way and watches as Ian crawls out of bed.
"Jesus. Hot dream?" She smiles with her eyes at Ians boxers. He looks down and notices the sticky liquid between his legs. Damn it.
He presses himself through the door and rushes in to the bathroom, pulls off his boxers and tank and steps in the shower.
He thinks about that dream while the hot water is pouring down his back. It was so vivid. But something like that will never happen. Mickey's straight and sort of an asshole. He closes his eyes and sees that hot body. Even though he never seen Mickeys' naked body in real life, his made up vision of it makes Ian hard. But he strains himself and doesn't jerk off or even touch himself. He just brushes back his hair under the water and then jumps out the tub and return to his room. He dries and dresses himself and joins his siblings in the kitchen.
"I got a job!" Fiona says exited.
"Yeah? At another shitty bar where you'll get harassed again?" Lip asks unimpressed.
"No, at a supermarket. Actually."
The whole family congratulates her. Except Ian who is totally stuck in his own thoughts. Lip looks at him, stares.
"What?" Ian snaps at him when he feel his eyes on him.
"I need to talk to you." Lip says and pushes out his chair. He steps outside and makes sure Ian is following him. They sit on the porch sharing a beer Ian brought with him.
"So?" Ian asks.
"So? You need to chill the fuck down. That guy is really getting to your head, huh?"
"Well, yeah..."
"So you have to do something about it, cos you're starting to act really, really weird."
"I know" Ian snaps again at his brother. Then repeats "I know" ina much softer voice.
Lip's right. He have to say or do something about this pathetic obsession. And just like a lightning from clear blue sky Mickey walks in to the yard.
"Hey, Gallagher, I need to talk to you." He says while walking towards them. Lip walks down the porch.
"What do you want me, Milkovich?"
Mickey doesn't look at him, but at Ian and points. "No, that one." Lip turns to Ian and look surprised.
"This about Mandy?" Ian asks.
That shouldn't make Lip too suspicious. Mickey nods.
"Eh, yeah. Exactly." He waves at Ian. "Come on. Let's go somewhere else."
Ians heart beats faster. He knows this isn't about Mandy. It's about what happened yesterday. Ian stroking his hair.
Mickeys short legs is walking fast towards the bridge. He stops under it where they can't be seen from the street. He inhales smoke from his cigarette.
Ian stands a couple of feet away with his hands in his pockets. Heart still beating hard, feels like he's been running.
"S-so what do you wanna talk about?" He stutters.
"You know what this is about, Gallagher." Mickey steps closer to Ian.
"I am sorry. I just..."
"Shut up." Mickey says and takes one more step closer. "I told you, I will kill you if you ever do that again."
"I won't do it again!" Ian assure him. "I was high and shit. I'm sorry. Can we drop it? I'm not gonna try anything, I won't even talk to you. It's not worth it and besides, I can probably get who ever I want at the gym." He passes Mickey, but feels a hand on his arm, stopping him.
"I did say I will kill you if you tried anything." He steps closer to Ian and looks around to make sure, once more, that no one can see them.
Ians mouth opens wide. He's not sure what Mickey means by that.
"So, fire crotch." He shifts his weight on his feet and cracks his knuckles. Ian's gonna get a fist in his face, he's sure of it. But instead he gets a hand groping his groin. He looks down , his eyes widenes and then meet Mickeys'.
"You like that?" Mickey asks and brushes his tounge against his teeth. "Huh?"
Ian can't really speak. But he understands what's going on here and he gets annoyed thinking about that. He grasps Mickey's wrist and throws it away.
"No, I don't like it. You're just teasing, mocking me. You're a homophobic fucking asshole. And I told you I won't bother you again." He's about to walk away again but Mickey stops him once more.
"Hey, wait." Mickey starts. "You call this homophobic?" Ian gets lips against his and his knees begins to shake.
A hasty kiss. After they part Ian have no idea what to do.
"What was that?" Ian finally gets out.
Mickey shrugs.
"Dunno, A kiss I guess." he says, eyes on his feet.
Ian scoffs. "Well, yeah, I could feel that, but I mean, why?"
Another shrug from Mickeys side.
"Call it whatever."
"So you didn't mean anything with it?" Ian is very eager to hear Mickeys' answer to that question.
"Just to show you I'm not fucking homophobic, okay? So don't make it some big fucking deal. And if you tell anyone I will kill you, with a rusty knife."
Ian nods.
Even though they don't face each other anymore they're still standing pretty close. Close enough for Ian to make a second move. He plants a kiss on Mickeys half-open lips. And to his surprise Mickey takes him by his waist and pulls him closer, hard. Ian keeps his arms hanging, not touching Mickey in fear of scaring him away again. He lets Mickey lead, and he leads all right. His hands moving Ians' hips, slowly, side to side, while their lips move to the same rythm. It's like a tacky belly dancing session, but Ian's not complaining. And he can feel a twitch in his pants. He's getting hard.
He wonders if he should break it off, but instead he just throw his arms around Mickeys shoulders and takes a step back, Mickey's shoulders is the only thing holding him up, so he won't feel Ians' hard-on. But Mickey can see there's something going on and he pulls away. Ian manages to save himself from falling forward.
"Alright." Mickey begins. "That's enough. I can't do this." The L's passing by over them so Ian almost can't hear. But he gets' it. It's over. Mickey just walks away and leaves Ian with sore, but smiling, lips.
Lip confronts him as soon as he gets home.
"What's with Mandy? Is she alright?"
Ian falls down on the couch and turns on the TV.
"Yeah, she's alright."
Lip's quiet for a while and joins his brother.
"Then what was is about? I mean, I thought you didn't know Mickey? And you better watch out, he will kick your ass if he thinks you're into his sister."
"I said it's alright. He just needed some info on a guy from our class she's seeing." Ian lies. "And actually we met a couple of days ago, when I were there studying with Mands."
Again Lip is quiet for a couple of seconds than change his position on the sofa so he's leaning his elbow on the arm rest and puts his hand over his mouth.
"Oh, shit..." he mumbles.
"What?" Ian asks with his eyes on the TV.
"Really?" Lip says, still with his hand on his mouth.
Ian shifts his eyes to look at his brother, confused.
"What?"
"Mickey's the fucking guy you're so obsessed with!"
Ian frowns. "What? Absolutely fucking not!"
Lip raises from the couch and stands in front the TV so Ian can't see. "Come on, Ian!"
Ian also stands up and looks deep into Lips' eyes.
"You think I would fall for that homophobic, bat-shit crazy south side trash?"
Lip laughs, turns away but he falls down as Ian kicks him on the leg.
"What the fuck, Ian?"
"Stop your fucking interrogations. I'm not questioning you about your private life, right?"
Lip rolls over on to his back so he can see Ian's annoyance on his face.
"But really? Mickey?" He's not giving up.
"Shut the fuck up!" Ian mumbles and leaves the room.