Part 21: Breaking

Ian had talked non-stop about Riley for two weeks. Iggy now knew that Riley was a 4.6 GPA just like Lip and that Riley was the track star, and Riley was going to be an astronaut some day or some shit like that.

Ian had a crush on his tutor, even if he wouldn't admit it, and Mickey had reached critical mass on his jealousy. Mickey was so irritable a cactus would have been uncomfortable in his presence. He snapped at every little thing, and yelled at everyone and he hadn't had sex in three weeks and it was messing with him.

Though Iggy could not sympathize because he and Austin still hadn't had sex, it wasn't for lack of trying, they were both eager, it was just that timing and interruptions prevented it. Biscuit got shot accidently while Iggy was walking him and Austin didn't talk to him for five days during her recovery period. She lived, and Iggy got his hands and knees and apologized, in more way than one.

That was the longest five days of Iggy's life. Not one word from Austin. He didn't blame him. He would have been pissed as hell to if the guy he liked was watching his dog and it got shot. So Iggy didn't blame him at all, but he missed the fuck out of him.

When Austin did forgive Iggy they made up, made out, gave each other great head, and were about to have sex when Austin's mother and father came to visit. It was one thing after another, and it was making Iggy wonder if it was ever going to happen.

But Mickey's mood was taking Austin out of the mood to fool around. They sat on his bed kissing deeply, Iggy was getting antsy and handsy and pawed at Austin like a hungry animal, but the slamming of doors and the muffled sounds of Mickey yelling at random people in the house kept Austin from getting hard.

"We have to fix this," Austin said, suddenly sitting up.

"So Ian has a crush on another guy, big fucking deal," Iggy said trying to devour Austin's neck and chin in kisses, but Austin wasn't having it.

"I'm serious. If you had a crush on another guy I'd go mad from jealousy. I completely understand Mickey's mood swings. We have to fix it or we'll never have sex because shit is going to keep getting in the way."

Mickey threw open his bedroom door and saw that Ian had arrived with his tutor. Iggy wanted to laugh. Ian should have known better than to bring another guy into their house with Mickey as grumpy as he was.

But when Iggy got a good look he noticed that Riley was a girl. Ian's crush was merely out of admiration rather than sexual attraction and it had all been a huge misunderstanding. Ian had asked his teacher to assign him a girl tutor instead of a boy because it made Mickey uncomfortable.

Mickey didn't warm up to the girl. He didn't go near her. He glared at her. Iggy was certain if he stared any longer her head might explode. That'd be cool. But she was insanely pretty and the type of girl Lip Gallagher might chase after.

Iggy felt someone tugging his arm and felt warm hands on his hips. He didn't need to be asked. He shut the door and pushed Austin back on his bed. Clothes were coming off and condoms were coming on, and Iggy's head was throbbing.

And then it happened. Iggy's mind went blank. His eyes blurred. His heart was racing and his dick was harder than stone and he could feel Austin under him: the hard skin, the warmth, the anticipation. Iggy thrust in and out and the realization hit him that he was fucking a guy, but he couldn't stop, a bullet couldn't stop him.

Austin was the only real thing in the world. He dug his nails into Iggy's back and bit down on his shoulder. Iggy loved it. He pushed into him harder. Austin was working on his own dick to Iggy's rhythm, but that wasn't good enough for Iggy. He wanted Austin to see stars so he pounded a little harder. The bed kept hitting the wall and Austin bit down on Iggy to keep from screaming.

When it was done, Iggy devoured Austin's mouth with his own. He pulled out and lay on top of Austin to put a kiss everywhere he could. When it was over Iggy felt it everywhere. He shivered from the contact. The way his dick felt inside of Austin made him blush; it was nothing he ever felt before.

"You're so pretty," Iggy told Austin with stars in his eyes. Austin kissed him tenderly.

"You're sexy," Austin told him as he grinded against him. Their naked bodies rubbing together made Iggy turn scarlet. "Why are you blushing?"

"I've never done this before."

"Are you scared?" Austin asked.

"Fuck no. I'm fucking excited. I feel fucking amazing. You're dreamy as fuck."

And then it happened again and Iggy thrust so hard into Austin that they both felt his bed break. They fell right through. Both started to laugh. Austin hit his head on the headboard and Iggy just kept going until he came.

They somehow got out of the mess of the bed and laughed hysterically as they searched for clothes. After fumbling, flirting, and fighting a bit over whose clothes were whose Iggy persuaded Austin just to wear his clothes.

Austin looked super cute in Iggy's Metallica T-shirt. It was a little tight on Austin and showed off his muscles. Iggy left bite marks on Austin's neck because of it. Iggy threw a pair of boxers at Austin and they made his ass look even better.

"I should take us to a concert sometime," Austin said looking down at the shirt before meeting Iggy in a kiss.

"I'd love that. We could fuck against the tour bus," Iggy said with his hands on Austin's hips.

"Sounds like you've done that before."

"Once or twice, but not with a guy," Iggy bit Austin's lip, "Come on, stud muffin, get dressed and let's go steal me a new bed."

"Stud muffin?"

"Yeah, you're hot as fuck."

"You're the squishy one though. Shouldn't you be the muffin?" Austin asked as he put on pants. Iggy flipped him off.

"We can't all have your incredible buns of steel," Iggy said.

Austin started twerking and Iggy slapped his ass.

"Let's go, pretty boy."

They enlisted Ian and Mickey to help them steal a new bed. Mickey was impressed they finally fucked, but he never imagined they'd break the bed. It set a new goal for Ian and Mickey's relationship. Austin was asked to be the look out, which he protested to. He wanted to help snatch the bed. He wanted to be a part of the crime, but Iggy refused to let him get in trouble.

"You in jail with that face," Iggy said.

"And that ass," Ian added.

Iggy slugged him in the arm.

"I'm not that pretty," Austin said.

The three stopped what they were doing to all stare at him. Austin rolled his eyes. That was far from the truth. Austin was the most beautiful man Iggy's eyes had ever be held. He was tall, blond, and blue-eyed with cheek bones that could rival a god. Having glasses only made him better looking.

"I like your shirt," Mickey told Austin as he threw out his cigarette to climb through the window.

"Thanks, it's Iggy," said Austin.

"Sharing clothes now? That's pretty fucking domestic of you," Mickey said.

"Shut up, Mickey," Iggy said as he climbed through the window next. He blushed, but felt a strange pride in having his lover wear his clothes. He had every intention of ripping him out of that shirt later anyway.

They brought the bed out of the backdoor when Austin said it was safe to do so. The tricky part would be carrying it back to the Milkovich house without anyone seeing them. Iggy liked the house they stole it from. He wanted to come back here and fuck Austin in every single room.

"We're coming back for these mattresses. They're brand new," Iggy said.

"Great for fucking," said Ian.

Iggy definitely wanted them. They had to get them now; they had no clue when the family who owned the house would be back so they had to get the mattresses out. Mickey and Ian carried the frame down the street. They were going to need more help.

Mickey suggested they throw the frame on top of the mattress and box springs and carry them down the street together. It seemed to work. Iggy kept tripping because he was more concerned about the way Austin's biceps seemed to stretch the short sleeves of his shirt and how the shirt was so tight he could see his belly button.

"Fuck, Iggy, we're doing this for you and you're fucking distracted."

"I'm sorry," Iggy said.

It took them half an hour to get the bed back to his house. Mickey and Ian and Mickey's older brother Colin threw the old mattress out.

"Too many fucking queers in this house. Wait until dad finds out," Colin said.

"You got a fucking problem?" Iggy asked.

"Yeah I do. I never thought you'd be the type."

Colin shoved Iggy, Iggy shoved back. Colin took a swing, Iggy kneecapped him. Colin pulled out his gun and aimed it at Austin. "Get him the fuck out of this house, now," Colin said, "And the Gallagher kid."

"Take it easy," Mickey said.

"No. Fuck you, faggots. I'm going to visit dad and let him know all about this. He's going to fucking kill you. On second thought, why don't I do it?" Colin had a look in his eyes that made Iggy worry. "Actually, I think Dad would just have some woman fuck the gay out of you, but well, Iggy, that might be hard seeing as you've fucked women."

"Look, I'll some bags and leave, no one needs to get hurt, and no one needs to tell Dad," Iggy said.

"You can leave, but I'm still telling him."

"Please don't," Iggy begged. "He'll kill Austin."

"Oh, so the faggot has a name. Good, I'll have a name to get with the fucking body count. Too bad, he's awfully pretty."

Iggy didn't have to look to know that Austin was rolling his eyes. He wanted to smile but he couldn't quite muster it.

"We'll do anything," Mickey said.

"Anything?" Colin said rubbing his head with the edge of the gun. "Shoot him."

"I won't do that," Mickey said.

"Knew it. You're a fucking queer, Mick. I always fucking knew it too. It's Iggy that surprised me. What, Angie wasn't good enough for you? She's good enough for everyone else. I've dropped a load in her plenty of times."

Colin was knocked unconscious when Mandy put a rag over his mouth. She smiled at her brothers. "Chloroform. I just used the last of it. You guys pack as much shit as you can and get the fuck out of here, I'll try to call the police and them Colin molested Ian's little sister and see if I can't get him arrested. I'll let you know."

Iggy and Austin began throwing Iggy's shit into a duffle bag full of guns. Neither bothered to dump out the guns, they just threw shit on top of it. "It's a shame to waste this new bed," Austin said.

"Where the fuck am I going to go?" Iggy asked, sitting down on the mattress.

"You can stay with me until this blows over or until Colin is back in jail," Austin suggested.

"Stay with you? Like living together?" Iggy asked.

"Is that really so scary?"

It was scary. Iggy bit his nail. He stared at the man who had in such a short time become the most important person in the world. Iggy's universe revolved around Austin Tatum Rhodes. He leaned in to kiss him when Mickey and Ian came in.

"I'm staying at the Gallagher house. Where are you going?" Mickey asked.

"With Austin," Mickey said, "He'll find you there."

"He can try," said Mickey holding up a gun.

They parted ways. Mandy promised to let them know when it was safe to return. Iggy and Austin found someone willing to help them transport their new bed to Austin's apartment. It would be perfect in Austin's bedroom.

They set the bed up and threw Austin's old one in the dumpster behind the complex and fucked on it without any sheets to christen it. Iggy lay on his back, smoking a cigarette when it was over. Austin lay across him, kissing up and down his chest.

I want this. I need this. I need him. I can't go on without him.