It was one of those falling dreams. Where you find yourself standing on the tallest building in the city, staring down at the cold stone pavement thinking "If I just jump, this would all end." And that is indeed what he did. Ian jumped. His body going limp, wind passing through the ginger hair, heart beating faster and faster until…
His body spazzed and he gasped for air. He shot up, Mickey letting go of Ian's body. He sat there in Mickey's bed, inhaling and exhaling. Sweat dripping down the sides of his face and back of his neck sticky. His breath was shaky. "Holy shit." Ian mumbled.
Mickey sat up too, wrapping an arm around Ian's shoulders. "Hey, man. You alright?"
Ian nodded, "Bad dream." He nodded again and his brows then furrowed, looking at Mickey confused. "Wait, why am I here?" Ian looked around Mickey's room. He had absolutely no memory of coming to the Milkovich house earlier before.
"You uh, were tweakin' out last night. Came to my house around 3. I let you inside then you just passed out. What the hell were you on? Ian, you haven't been taking your meds have you?" Mickey hated to sound parental, but in this case, he had too.
"I was with my friend from the club last night…he was there for me those couple of weeks that I was going through shit and we did a couple of lines. No big deal." Ian ran his fingers through his matted red hair then sighed loudly. "I need to go home. Fiona is probably freaking out."
Mickey blinked a few times, then shook his head. "You're not going anywhere. I'm takin' you to the hospital. Man, you don't even remember what happened last night. You're on – you're supposed to be on some pretty hardcore medication. And you've been doing everything you're not supposed to be doing…I can't just let you go. I have to take you to the hospital."
"Mick, I'm fine." Ian got up from the bed and started putting on his clothes that was on the floor. "I just really want to go home. Maybe go for a run later." Ian looked back at Mickey. "Hey, I know you hate running, but you should come with me today. I found this amazing little spot a couple days ago that I wanna show you. We could probably fuck there too. Nobody ever goes there. It's really romantic."
The words escaped Ian's mouth faster than he was thinking them. Mickey blinked a few times and thumbed his lip before standing up with Ian, putting his own clothes on. "Fine. I can get a car. I'll drive you home. But I gotta make a stop at the store first. Is that alright? I need to get diapers. Lana has been up my ass about it for days." Mickey spoke lowly. He really wasn't going to the store. He was going to take Ian to the hospital whether he liked it or not. No matter how 'ok' Ian seemed, Mickey wasn't buying the act. He remembered clearly how Ian was acting when he was on his 'high'.
"Yeah, that's fine. Hey, where are my cigarettes? Did you take them?" Ian was digging through his coat pockets.
"Yeah, we smoked them together last night. You don't remember?" Mickey lied. "I'll get some when we go to the store."
"Yeah, alright." Ian walked over to Mickey and wrapped his arms around the back of Mickey's neck. "You were jealous last night, weren't you? When you saw me and Ben."
Mickey shook his head.
"Comon' admit it. I saw your face. You thought we were on a date or something."
"I wasn't jealous, Ian. I was confused. Maybe a little upset but I wasn't jealous." Mickey shrugged.
Ian's moved his mouth to Mickey's jaw and planted small kisses along the stubble and Mickey's eyes started to close. "You know…I don't have to go home right now…we could…you know." Ian's hand wandered down Mickey's back and up his shirt. Mickey never really had any self control when it came to Ian.
The Thug started to shake his head in protest, but that only made Ian grin against Mickey's skin. "No?" he mumbled. "You don't wanna?" His hand moved around to Mickey's torso and down his stomach. He hooked his fingers around the belt loops of Mickey's jeans. "You're not putting up much of a fight, Mick." He breathed out.
Mickey wet his lips with his tongue then stepped back. "Let's go Gallagher. We got to go on that fuckin' run. We'll fuck there." He turned around and walked straight out the door. He couldn't remember the last time he ever turned down sex with Ian.
