Okay, this is a long chapter, the longest one I've ever written so far. But before that, I have one little thing to say.
WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS UPDATED ANYTHING IN THE PASS WEEK?
There, I said it. I need something to fulfill my cravings too, you know. Seriously, someone better upload something or I might just implode. Whew, I feel a lot better. Anyway, continue.
7. Happy?
They opened the door just in time to saw Ian spurted all over their stomachs and chests. Indistinct words and screams were all they could hear when they realized they weren't alone in the house anymore. Mickey really hated himself the moment he let out some sort of bark when the redhead's ass clenched around his member as he, too, reached his climax. They looked to the doorway and saw Fiona scowling, pointing and yelling towards them. Jimmy was sort of frowning and smirking at the same time. Debbie was blushing bright red and quickly spun her face away. Carl was just staring, his jaw scraped the floor. The redhead froze and gawked. He tried to say something, anything, but no word came out, too surprised that the four of them were there witnessing him and Mickey.
Then he felt the ex-con twitch. Fear rose up inside him when Mickey straightened out his arms, trying to get up, and, presumably, bolt, leaving him again. Ian couldn't just let that happen, not without a fight, so he tightened his arms and legs around the older teen and clung onto him so tight that the ex-con had trouble breathing. He ended up lifting both of them and they fell off the bed.
Debbie turned her face back and took a glance at them when she heard a loud sound of their bodies colliding with the floor. She really wished she was blind the moment they rolled over and she saw Mickey's dick disappearing into Ian's butt. The house was filled with a deafening scream after that.
"Get the fuck off of me," Mickey bellowed, his voice cruel and his expression twisted into a dangerous look, but Ian didn't seem to flinch even a little. If anything, he seemed desperate.
"You promised not to leave me again," Ian shouted back, throwing his most murderous expression at the ex-con, but at the same time, staring at him with those big puppy-dog eyes of his that made Mickey want to claw his own eyes out every time he saw them. "They won't tell a single damn soul, not when they know what kind of situation it would put me into." Ian's voice cracked a little. "You promised."
The ex-con's rage was drained off his face after he saw the immense panic in Ian's eyes, and then he stopped moving as though the mere gaze stupefied him.
There was a pause, a heavy and tangible one, as the house succumbed to the reign of silence. It could have been cut with a knife, but no one did.
"Happy?" Mickey stared back at the redhead when he once again regained his ability to talk.
Ian's hold seemed to relax a little and his signature shit-eating grin was starting to form on his face, looking so content, which made Mickey regret letting him know he wouldn't leave him in the first place.
"Thought you were dying. Didn't know sex could be so loud." Carl was the first to comment. "And you know I've heard Fiona and Jimmy." He was still staring when Fiona finally covered his eyes with her hands.
"You two get dressed and come down for dinner," The oldest of the Gallagher children said, more like giving an order, which made Mickey frown at her. "After what you just did to my brother, you could at least stay and have dinner with us," she proclaimed, throwing a glare at him.
"Was I that loud?" Ian asked, his face went preposterously red as the question came out, like being in his glory birthday suit with a dick sticking up his ass in front of his siblings didn't at all embarrass him before. He already knew the answer, but he had to ask anyway, like maybe they would lie to make him feel better or something. He had thought about jumping off the window twice already. Come to think of it, the ex-con was thinking about that for the third time right at the moment.
"You could be heard from Mars," Mickey cut in, mocking the redhead. Of course, he caught Ian's nervous expression, and in his twisted way of thinking, he thought it would calm the redhead down. It was probably his fault for not muffling the redhead's sound. He was busy biting the soft spot under his jaw, and when he thought about it, that made Gallagher even louder. He could count himself lucky that they didn't come in fifteen minutes earlier and hear him instead of firecrotch.
"Your climax bark was exceptionally hard to miss too," Jimmy commented with a sneer, which would have earned him a punch if Ian wasn't still clinging onto Mickey like his life depended on it. But the ex-con's expression alone could still make Jimmy think twice before ever making any kind of comment again.
"How long are you guys gonna keep standing there?" Ian said, feeling cooler now. They four intruders left them alone after that.
"You know you have to let go at some point right?" Mickey asked, looking at Ian.
"Oh, right." Ian let go of his hold around the ex-con, then they both got up and got dressed.
"You'll stay for dinner, right?" Ian felt like he had to ask, hell, he had to ask.
Mickey paused for a little, thinking whether he should stay and risk killing himself or just run like hell, but the way Ian was looking at him just decided that for him. "If any emotional shit ever comes up, I'm gone."
They all sat at the table, having what might be the quietest dinner they'd ever had. Mickey and Carl just stuffed their faces with food. Jimmy and Debbie were pretending nothing ever happened. Lip just stared at his food. He didn't want it to go to waste as it would come back up the same path it went in anyway. He had lost all his appetite already and was afraid he might never get it back ever again. Ian just ate a little from time to time, still working out what he should say. No one had actually said anything. The silence was profound and oppressive. Half an hour had passed when Fiona decided to speak.
"How long have you two been a couple?"
In the instant that sentence was out to be heard, the whole scene just went frantic out of nowhere, and the next thing they were aware of was Mickey dragging himself to the front door with Ian on his back giving him a headlock. Because after Fiona asked the question, the ex-con choked out the food he was gnawing and abruptly stormed to the front door. Then Ian launched himself onto Mickey and slammed him hard onto the floor, scrambling for control and wincing when the older teen elbowed him hard in the gut.
"That didn't count as emotional shit," Ian pointed out the fact, still struggling to keep Mickey in a headlock while the ex-con was trying to crawl to the doorway.
"You remember the time when he got shot." Lip explained, like his own brother harmoniously strangling his favorite thug of all time at the moment was a very natural thing to perceive. It made the two snap out of their little world a bit and drew the rest of the flabbergasted souls' attention to Lip instead.
"Remember the time he got sent to juvie? The first time, when Monica turned up for Liam. I think it was a few months before that," he continued.
Mickey glared the 'You let go of me now before I rip your arms out' look at the redhead while Ian was giving him the 'I'm gonna chop your legs off if you dare leave me again' sort of stare. Ian released the headlock and they propped themselves up after they got their messages. One of the younger teen's arms was still wrapped around the ex-con's shoulders and his hands gripped at him tight enough to bruise as they walked back to the table.
"Was that when Kash shot him?" Fiona continued, turning to Ian, her expression was like one that could be found on a lost sheep.
"Yeah, he walked in on them and got jealous. It would be really stupid if he shot Mickey over a Snickers bar." Lip answered that for his brother, and his grateful brother gave him a glare for what might be a little bit too much of information in what he just said.
"He was jealous? Why would he be jealous? Wait. No. You weren't fucking Kash, were you? He's married, Ian." said Fiona with a whole lot of disappointment packed into her words.
Sure enough she didn't miss that. Ian thought, looking for a smart excuse to that. Unfortunately, there was none, so he must find a clever way to response to that instead, but then someone beat him to it.
"What is it with you and fucking married old farts anyway?" Mickey asked with blunt honesty.
"You mean there were more?" He was surprised even Lip didn't know that. Didn't they tell each other everything?
Mickey turned his head to the oldest Gallagher boy and jerked his head towards Jimmy, narrowing his eyes. "He fucked this dumbass's stupid dad while I was in juvie the second time." Then he looked at the disgust expression on Jimmy's face for a second. Why the dumbass decided to get his life fucked up by the Gallaghers was none of his business. Then he looked back at Ian, satisfied with the cross expression on the redhead's face.
"That was only a one-time thing, Mick, and don't look at me like you weren't the one who fucked Karen the second you were out," Ian retorted back, frowning, but then regretted his words when he remembered he hadn't got a chance to tell Lip about that, yet. "You did what?" Lip spat, slamming his hands down at the table, staring at Mickey with homicidal intention. "You goddamn son of a bitch fucked Karen? My Karen?" He got of his chair and stomped around the table, then grabbed on Mickey's shirt and slammed the ex-con into the kitchen wall. He raised his hand and tried to throw a punch at the slightly younger teen, but the target blocked it and Lip ended up being slammed onto the floor instead. The ex-con glared at him stonily with a don't-fuck-with-me-ever attitude.
Everyone thought Mickey was going to tear Lip's throat out, but the ex-con did nothing but pinning him down against the floor. "Calm the fuck down, will you? It wasn't my fucking idea. My brother thought that I should get laid after spending time in juvie and brought Karen to me. I didn't even throw my dick into her. That would be really stupid considering I would get infected or something. I just let her suck me off so it didn't look suspicious, and I still have no idea why everyone would want that, 'cause she wasn't that good. Your idiot brother here can do a far much better job." He explained sharply, omitting the fact that he should crush Lip for forgetting that he was fucking his sister quite regularly.
Ian wasn't expecting Mickey to admit to the last sentence, and it made him blush a little because the ex-con never gave him any real compliment before, certainly not in front of other people. He couldn't tell exactly why Lip seemed to calm down also. Maybe it was because Lip, too, tried to get Ian a blowjob by Karen once so maybe he could somehow relate to that brother-to-brother stuff.
Then Ian gave him an incredulous look, not understanding why Mickey went through all the troubles explaining things to his big brother. Mickey caught his gaze and just smirked back. The redhead thought it was weird but maybe his brother and the ex-con were like some sort of friends. Lip knew about him and Mickey for quite a long time and he still hadn't said a single word, and he covered up for them sometimes, which might be why the ex-con was trying to be nice to him, well, nicer than usual, which was still not nice at all, yet it surprised Ian to some extent.
Mickey just ignored all the glares everyone else was giving him and yawned. "Besides, it was your fault I got sent to juvie that second time." Mickey said with a smug look, directing it at Ian.
"That makes no sense no matter how many times you say it, Mickey." Ian rolled his eyes.
"You can't... you can't... you know... I don't want you to..." Mickey impersonated him, pulling his face, his voice high and waving idiotically.
He wasn't like that, was he? Ian pondered, frowning at the smirking ex-con, thinking of maybe getting a personality implant.
Then it just hit him. Ian hadn't realized before the very moment that Mickey still remembered those exact words Ian said that day, like it still haunted him until today.
"I can't believe you told Lip and not me. I think I deserved to know that he and you are. . . whatever the hell you are," Fiona said as they all continued eating again. "I'm not sure if I'm fine with the fact that my little brother is with the neighborhood thug. What exactly is it between you two anyway?"
"I don't really know. . ." Ian answered, feeling nervous like he'd just let his family down, but that was the truth. He was Mickey's and Mickey was his, that was how they defined it. But being Mickey's what? He didn't know, the ex-con never agree to anything beyond that. The redhead then shot a meaningful look in Mickey's direction, his cheeks turning red. He was hoping the ex-con would say something. But all Mickey did was letting out some sort of sarcastic grunt and then smirked. That was when Ian snapped. "Well, I know I'm yours and you're mine but what exactly are we to each other? You never agreed to be anything other than that."
"The answer is easy. You are the guy I fuck," the ex-con replied, looking pleased when the redhead shattered out of his nervous look and got angry instead.
Ian was pissed as hell. Why did Mickey say that in front of his whole family? He knew it was the ex-con's nature to be rude, but damn it, he was hoping Mickey to at least be quiet, not make it worse for him. He didn't want to give his family an excuse to break them up.
He thought about punching Mickey so hard that the ex-con would fly colliding with the wall and fall down the floor in a pile of broken limbs and bones. And he was about to do so, but then he stopped when he saw the ex-con pushing his tongue into the corner of his mouth and sneering mischievously at him.
That was when it hit Ian. Mickey referred to him as 'the' guy he fucked. At least he was admitting to his family that they were exclusive. He was nice to his brother when he should crack his head open. And the fact that he hadn't bolted yet confirmed that there was some kind of commitment here and that Mickey agreed to do what Ian asked of him. With Mickey being Mickey and Ian being Ian, that was their way of communication. Mickey could act in the all ever loving way of his anyway he wanted because Ian would somehow always be able to read the message behind it nevertheless.
With that in mind, Ian lowered his hand and rolled his eyes at Mickey, and then, out of nowhere, he grabbed Mickey's neck, pulling him closer with the strength he damn well possessed, and then crashed their lips together. Anybody would have thought that was suicidal, but Ian knew Mickey much better. It was their way of affection, showing it when the other didn't expect.
"What the hell?" Mickey said after he pushed Ian off the instant he knew what was going on, and then stared at the redhead with a dubious look. Everyone else was staring at them in massive amount of shock and astonishment, not having a single clue what the hell had just happened.
"You agreed to stay as long as there is no emotional shit involved. Kissing doesn't count as emotional shit," Ian replied, his face was in an expression like he thought he was the smartest person in the world, which earned him a punch in the arm. But then Ian latched onto Mickey with his whole body, tipping the chair he was sitting. They ended up rolling on the floor, Ian was smiling and trying to steal another kiss from Mickey but the ex-con didn't let him and was scowling hard at his passionate redhead, leaving the rest of them wondering even more what exactly the hell was going on.
"You two are really, really sick, you know that?" Lip was the first one to comment. "You both have like some twisted sense of romance that revolves around pain and violence. You take sarcasms like they are some sort of compliment. I've seen your kiss and it's like you want to kill each other off. The bites, the scratches, the bruises, argh. There was blood staining down your lips as you kiss for God's sake and neither of you seems to care. That can't be good."
That comment made them stop and turned their heads to the oldest Gallagher son, Mickey was on his elbows with Ian pinned underneath him. Ian just ignored the comment and while Mickey was still looking at Lip, the redhead propped his head up and stole a kiss from the ex-con, licking the blood off the corner of Mickey's mouth with a malicious gaze, which made the ex-con look down at him again, pulling a face.
Ian thought it was stupid how adorable Mickey looked with his nose scrunched up and his eyes narrowed. He thought it was the cutest thing ever, like ever, and this was Mickey he was thinking about, which made no sense at all. How could a guy make a scowling face look so fucking hot and attractive anyway?
In that moment when Mickey looked back at Ian, he felt like he was being drawn into the redhead, like the guy lying underneath him smiling like an utter moron was the most stunning thing he'd ever seen, which was very stupid, but he didn't care. It was a little moment like this that they both found so valuable, so precious, and so fragile. Like the world could fall beneath them and they wouldn't even have noticed.
After that Mickey just smirked like it was a natural thing for them to do as Ian's face continued showing that signature fucking idiot grin of his, looking so damn infuriatingly pleased.
"Judging from the amount of bruises and wounds, Ian seems to be far worse." Carl's remark earned him a glare from Debbie.
Then she turned to her newfound sadistic brother and said, "I hate to admit it but he is right. You hurt him pretty bad."
"It wasn't me. Most of them were already there when I found him," was all Ian had to say.
"And yet you still fucked him and gave him the scratch marks on his back and the bite marks that continue bleeding to this very moment." Debbie pointed out sarcastically. Seeing her kind-hearted brother out of his own character made her say things she didn't normally say. She didn't know when she had the time to notice all that though, maybe while she was screaming like there was no tomorrow.
"Do you love him?" asked Fiona, feeling the need to before her innocent little siblings proceeded further, looking straight at Ian. Mickey was already out of the kitchen towards the door when something stopped him.
"Yeah, I do," Ian answered, still lying on the floor, afraid to look at Mickey, so he just looked back at Fiona.
The ex-con just stood there like a stuffed grizzly bear staring blankly at the door, shocked, angry, nervous, agitated, bewildered, anxious, irritated, and, maybe happy? He felt like his heart suddenly stopped beating as the words echoed repeatedly in his mind. He hadn't blinked or moved a muscle. It was like a deer being stunned by headlights. Nobody had said any of those words to him before, not even his sister, and now the asshole was lying there admitting to his family that he loved him. A lot of thoughts went through his head at the moment that his brain felt like it was going to explode. He wanted to go back there and sucker punch Gallagher for that, but a little part of him wanted to let Ian know he felt the same. He bit his bottom lip hard as he absentmindedly turned back and looked at the redhead.
'This is bad. . .' He thought to himself.
It was until Ian glanced at him sideways and met his eyes that he finally pulled himself together and continued walking out the door.
