Day's went by. Mandy's making herself more and more comfortable in the Gallagher house. Ian is happy for them, they do match, but at the same time he's tired seeing them snuggle and being all coupley. Guess he's a little jealous. He kinda wanted something like that too, with Mickey.
Was he actually falling for South side's dirtiest most notorious boy? Nah, he can't. It's just sexual attraction he says to himself. Over and over again. They don't even know each other.
They havn't talked or seen each other since the very hot afternoon at Mickey's place that unfortunately was interrupted by fucking Mandy.

Ian don't have the courage to call or visit. Lip was still suspicious. If he stays away from Mickey for a while maybe the suspiciousness would fade. But after a week Ian is tired of watching out the guys at the gym, jerking off in the shower while thinking of Mickey's body and his hard cock. He wanted it again.

A Tuesday at school Ian asks Mandy to borrow her phone with the explanation he needs to call Debbie and ask her to take Liam tonight. He do call her, only after looking through the contact list in an attempt to find Mickey's number. He guess the name "crap head" could be Mickey. While Mandy's picking out her books from the locker Ian takes the chance to write down the number on his arm.

"So she could babysit?" Mandy asks.

"What?"

"Debbie? She could take Liam instead of you?"

"Oh, yeah. She could."

Mandy looks excited. "Good. Study date?"

Ian's not sure. If they're at his place she would probably be all over Lip. And if they went to her place, Mickey might be there.

"Sorry Mands. Extra pass at the gym."
She sighs and leaves him by the lockers.

Ian doesn't go to the gym, and he's not going home. He goes to the Alibi.

"Hello, you!" V greets him. "What d'you want?"

"A beer, thanks. Also... can I use the phone?"

"Sure, sweetie. Fiona got your cell?"
Ian nods while he's dialing the number written down on his arm. His heart is beating hard. What if it's the wrong number? What if Mickey doesn't answer? Or don't wanna talk?
But when he hears the familiar voice, he breathes out.

"What?"

Ian fingers on his beer glass. "Hey" His voice is shaky. "It's Ian."

Silence, then a low "What do you want?"

"Just checking in, ya know." He begins. Looks around to make sure no one can hear him then whispers "I miss you..." Once again silence. A long silence, so long Ian is sure Mickey has hung up.

"You there?" He asks.

A harsh whisper "Say that again I'll rip your fucking tongue out."
Ian smiles, even though he knows the threat is for real.
"Where are you?" Mickey suddenly asks.

"The Alibi."

"I'll meet you outside in 15 minutes." And Mickey hangs up.

Ian can't get the smile off his face, but he tries to hide it while handing back the phone to Veronica and pays for the beer.

"Hey!" V yells after him. "See you at the party on Friday?" Ian doesn't understand.

"Which party?"

"Fionas' "Woo, I got the job"-party?"

Ian pretends to know.

"Oh, yeah. Course."

He exits and lights a cigarette and looks around. He begins to wonder what Mickey really wants. Why did he want to meet him here?
Three cigarettes inhales before he can see a small figure approaching him in the distance.

Mickey walks past him and nods at the alley behind the bar. Ian follows.
Ian is pushed hard against a dumpster. It actually hurts. "What d'you did that for?" He snaps at Mickey while rubbing his back.

"What have you told your shitty ass brother?" Ian have never seen him this angry.

"What? Nothing. Why the fuck would I?" It's times like these he appreciates his tallness, he get's closer and looks down at Mickey's scrunched up face. Mickey doesn't seem threatened though. He pushes him again.

"Bullshit!" He spits in Ians face.

"What the fuck Mick?"

"Don't call me Mick, faggot!"
Ian backs off.

"Why do you think Lip suspects something?" He asks.

"I met him here yesterday and he started to ask stupid fucking questions about us. Like why we're suddenly hanging out and shit."

"So?"

"So, why the fuck would he do that if you havn't open your stupid mouth to him?"

Ian laughs. "Well, Mick, I think it seems weird to everybody that we're hanging out." He takes Mickeys chin in his hands and burrows his eyes into those piercing blue ones.
"I would never tell about us. Not as long as you don't want to. God, I'm not even sure he knows I'm gay." Just a small, white lie. He don't want to ruin this. And he's sure he can handle Lip on his own.
Mickey seem to relax. Ian takes him by the waist.

"Hey, it's alright. No one's gonna find out." He assure him and gives him a small smile.
Mickey smiles back and pushes him once more, but not very hard.

"Fuck you, Gallagher. Come over to my place tonight. Got unfinished business with you."
Ian's pretty sure what he's referring to and his smile widens. Mickey walks out from the alley and Ian watches that hot ass of his.

Dinner at the Gallaghers were pretty chaotic sometimes. Tonight's no exception. Debbie and Carl are fighting over the last piece of lasagna. Liam is laughing and refuses the food Fion's trying to feed him. Lip and Ian are quiet though until Ian opens his mouth.

"Mandy's coming over tonight?"

Lip nods. "Yeah, why?"
Ian tilts his head, getting closer to Lips.

"Just so I know when I need to leave so I can avoid you guys when you're fucking." he whispers teasingly.

"Oh, yeah?" Lip answers. "So it's not so you can be alone with Mickey at their place?" He smirks.

Ian grits his teeth. "What the fuck do you mean by that?"
Lip takes a bite and shrugs.

"You're a fucking stupid head."

Lip laughs. "What the fuck is a stupid head?"
Ian gives him the finger, runs upstairs and changes his clothes.

He stands in front of the Milkoviches, breathing the cold air. After a while he can see Mandy coming out. He's not very sure he wants her to see him, so he position himself behind a lamp post. But he failed the hiding. Mandy squeezes her eyes. "Ian? What are you doing here?"
Ian crosses the road just to meet her outside the gate.
"Hi, I wanted to hang out, but I guess you're on your way to fuck my brother?"
She laughs.

"Well, something like that." She sticks out her tongue before she walks away.
When she's out of sight Ian walks up to the front door and knocks a couple of times before Mickey opens.

"Hi." Ian is immidiently dragged inside.

"Come on." Mickey walks to his room and drags off his shirt before they close the door. He turns to Ian and kisses him aggressively. Ian melts in to the wet, sloppy kiss and pushes Mickey down to the bed.

"So..." He says after he has broken the kiss. "Unfinished businesses huh?" He smirks and straddles Mickey where he is lying on the bed, with his arms resting over his head. Mickey licks his lips then re-positions himself so he's on top of Ian instead. "Yeah, tough guy." Ian is so turned on. This is what he has been waiting for for so long. He's already hard, Mickey notices, grabs Ians wrists and holds them hard against the bed and then begin teasing him by moving his hips back and forth over Ians hard-on. This time Mickey's the one who slips down, kneeling and dragging Ian closer to the edge of the bed by his legs. He dragging off Ians tight jeans, throws them over his shoulder and watches Ians cock popping out when the boxers also are dragged down. He looks up at Ian who is lying comfortable with his arms beneath his head and the legs over the bed's edge, with a big smile on his face. But then Mickey suddenly backs off. Ian's asks what's wrong. "Well... " Mickey begins. "Never done anything like this..."

Ian sits up. "It's alright, Mick." He slips down and joins Mickey on the floor. "But you've been sucked off, right?"

"Well, yeah, sure. But never by a guy."
Ian shrugs.

"Neither have I, not even by a girl."
Mickey's surprised.

"Really?"

"Nope. And I'm not gonna pressure you. But there's something else I've done before." He smiles and begs Mickey to stand up, he does. Ian stands on his knees in front of Mickey, drags down his pants and don't hesitates when he grabs Mickey's hips hard and takes his dick in his mouth. Mickey tilts his head back as far as he can and his mouth opens wide.
Ian is able to smile while pushing in Mickeys cock as deep as possible. Then starts to suck it slowly, teases the tip with his tongue.

"Oh, shit." Mickey moans, grabbing Ians hair. And he starts to thrust slowly in to Ians mouth.
After only 8 or 9 thrusts Ian can feel something warm in his mouth and Mickeys whole body is trembling. Ian doesn't mind swallowing, not at all.

"Oh, Shit." Mickey repeats and he throws himself on the bed. Looking at Ian. "Damn, Gallagher. That wasn't too bad."
Ian smiles and wipes his mouth.

"Not too bad? Oh, you loved it."
They smile together. Dresses, goes out to the living room and shares a beer in silence in front of the TV.