He never really felt it. The feelings for Mickey Milkovich. He wanted to deny them at first. Blame it on the fact that he is around Mickey all the time because of Mandy but it became harder and harder for him not to be around Mickey.

He was always interested in how is day was or what he had for lunch. Mickey always called him annoyed and told him to fuck off, but Ian knew that Mickey secretly loved the attention he was getting. Even if it was from a Gallagher.

Though, he still wasn't sure if Mickey was gay or not. He figured he was, and was just deep, deep in the closet but Mandy had told Ian that he bangs Angie from down the road when he's bored. Ian decided he wouldn't think too much of it and keep his 'crush' to himself.

It was a Friday night when Ian and Mandy hung out at the Milkovich's house. They were doing what they usually do, eat and play video games, except this time they had drunk. A lot. They took shots, had a few drinks and soon enough they were wasted. Ian had always been a light weight.

"Just stay the night, Ian." Mandy giggled into Ian's neck. "It's late and you are waasssted!"

"You're more wasted." Ian sunk into the couch. "I'll sleepover." he nodded with a big stupid grin on his face.

"Go ask Mickey for something to wear. Jeans are un-uncomf-" Mandy burst out laughing and shooed Ian away. "you know what I mean."

Ian laughed with her as he got up and headed towards Mickeys room. He lazily knocked on the door a few times, leaning against it waiting for Mickey to open it since he locked the door.

"What." Mickey blinked at Ian.

Ian grinned so big at him and pushed Mickey into the room. "I need clothes to wear."

Mickey would be lying if he said he wans't amused with drunk Ian. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at the Ginger who was stumbling into his room.

"What's wrong with your clothes?" He asked and closed his bedroom door again.

"I'm sleeping over, Mickey Milkovich. I need something to wear." Ian opened up one of the drawers but only to find guns. Ian picked one up and looked at Mickey. "You're so bad, Mickey Milkovich."

Mickey didn't say anything he just shrugged.

"I like that about you." He dropped the gun and went to the next drawer and found sweat pants. "Do you mind?" He held out the grey pants and Mickey shrugged.

"Go ahead."

Ian started to unbotton his pants and kicked them aside before putting on Mickey's. He removed his shirt and threw that next to his jeans. Ian could feel Mickey staring at his chest which made Ian smirk.

"Like what you see?" he started to walk closer to Mickey but Mickey held out a hand to distance them.

"Fuck off."

"You were checking me out."

"I wasn't. Fuck off."

Ian knocked away Mickey's hand and stepped closer to the Thug. He wrapped one hand around Mickey's neck, and the Thug tried to protest, but didn't put up much of a fight. Ian pressed his forehead against Mickey's and smiled at him softly. "I like you." Ian said in almost a whisper.

"You're drunk." Mickey replied calmly then pushed Ian away but towards his bed. "Go to sleep, Gallagher. Before you hurt yourself..or before I hurt you." he shook his head and Ian crawled into Mickey's bed.

"Are you going to come and sleep with me?" Ian batted his long lashes to the Thug.

Mickey rolled his eyes and sat on a chair next to his bed. "Go to sleep. Mandy is already fuckin' sleeping."

"Mickey, do you like me? At all? Even as a friend?" Ian pressed his lips together studying Mickey's face.

"I shouldn't." Mickey replied not looking at him.

"You like me." Ian stated sitting up a bit.

"Go to sleep."

"Admit it. You think I'm hot."

"I didn't fuckin' say that. Go. To. Sleep. Ian." Mickey really wasn't annoyed and didn't really want him to go to sleep but Mickey was never good at showing his emotions.

"But you like me. Like, you wonder what it's like to kiss me."

Mickey finally looked up at Ian and pressed his lips together, eyes watering a bit. Fuck, he hated being the sensitive one. He figured it came with bottling up emotions your entire life. "No, I don't. Because if I did, my father would kill me with his own hands. So would you please fuckin' drop the subject before I bash your head against the window. Jesus, you're like a broken record."

"Fine, whatever. But if you wanted to cuddle, I wouldn't mind." he flashed him a smile. "I don't mind being the baby spoon." Ian closed his eyes and started to doze off.

Mickey sat in the seat the entire night, chain-smoking and sipping on beer. He read his text-book for Bio and tried to do his part on the project but he understood nothing. "Fuck." Mickey muttered and slammed the book shut.

He looked at Ian and thought he looked adorable when he was asleep. Mostly because he was quiet when he was sleeping. He wanted to talk to him so desperatly but didn't want to wake him up.

It was nearly morning when Ian opened his eyes. He stared directly at Mickey who had his eyes closed but wasn't entirely sure if he was asleep or not. He was confused why he was even in Mickey's bed to begin with. He moved around slowly then Mickey opened his eyes looking at the Ginger. His expression was always hard to read.

"Morning.."Ian said sitting up, rubbing his face with the palm of his hands.

Mickey just grunted and sat up straight.

"Sorry I took your bed."

"'S cool." Mickey replied and stood up stretching.

"You coulda told me to go away..."

"I said it was fine. You were wasted."

"Sorry about that too."

Mickey shrugged.

"I'll just -" Ian got up and started to leave, collecting his clothes off the ground.

"You look like a big puppy when you sleep." Mickey said as he got into his own bed. Ian stopped and turned around looking at the Thug who was tucked into his own bed.

"A puppy?"

Mickey nodded and Ian smiled.

"Jesus. Just go away." Mickey turned around so he wasn't facing Ian anymore, but Ian wanted to test the waters. See how far he could go before Mickey gave in to admitting his feelings.

He dropped the clothes and locked the door, if anyone walked in. Ian walked back over to the bed and sat cross-legged on it. Mickey still didn't move. Bastard playing hard to get.

Ian placed a hand on Mickey's hip and he could feel the Thug flinch. He rubbed his thumb on a spot against his skin then leaned forward and pressed his lips behind Mickey's ear.

Mickey whole body spazzed and he turned around so fast, pushing Ian off the bed. Ian looked up at him with the biggest grin on his face but Mickey just looked annoyed.

"Can you fuckin' not?"

"You liked it. Shut up." Ian got up and this time straddled Mickey, pinning his arms down.

"I swear to God, Gallagher. Get off of me or -"

"Or what, Mickey? You'll hurt me? Kill me? I'm not scared of you. Your threats are empty and you know it."

Mickey just stared at the Redhead, not showing any sort of emotion.

"I'm going to kiss you now." Ian stated, letting go of Mickey's hands. "Just relax, alright man?"

Ian leaned down and pressed his lips against Mickey's. Mickey just lay there, not kissing back, but he wasn't moving either. Ian sighed and pressed his forehead against Mickey's, looking into his eyes.

"Com'on, it's like you've never kissed anyone before. Jesus, but some back into it." He smiled, trying to read Mickey's expression but again, nothing.

"Shit, you've never kissed anyone before have you?"

"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me." Mickey hissed and again, pushed Ian off him and off the bed.

Ian quickly got up on the bed next to Mickey. He couldn't believe that Mickey had never kissed anyone before. I mean, he didn't peg Mickey to be the kissing type to begin with but everyone has at least kissed someone once in their life.

"I can teach you if you want." Ian pressed his shoulder against Mickey's.

"Teach me what?"

"How to kiss."

"Dude, how many times do I have to fuckin' tell you? I'm not gay."

"Alright fine, but you still need to learn how to kiss." Ian flashed a small smile. "Mick, I don't fuckin' care if you're gay or bi or straight but curious about guys. Who fuckin' cares? Not me. I'm just trying to be your friend, and from the looks of it, you need a couple."

"My dad would fuckin' care you asshole." Mickey snapped. "You think it's easy? Man I wish It was as easy for me like it is for you. You walk around like a fuckin' God. Everyone loves you. You are so comfortable being who you are and you have no problem just going out and kissing someone just because you feel like it. Jesus. I wish I could do that!"

"So do it. Do something for yourself once. Make yourself happy!" Ian yelled back at the dark-haired boy.

The two boys stared at each other for a couple of seconds. Mickey's eyes shifted to stare at Ian's lips then back into his eyes. A thick rough hand scooping behind the redhead's neck, pulling him in closer. Ian's hands moving to cup either side of Mickey's face. Mickey was still new to crashing against each other. Teeth banging and breath hitching. It wasn't perfect, but Mickey felt like he was in heaven.