"Ian what are you doing here?" Mandy said after she opened the door. It had been a couple days since Ian last saw Mickey and hadn't heard from him. Mickey wasn't responding to Ian's texts or phone calls and he skipped Bio class.
"Mickey owes me 50 bucks that he lost on a bet. Is he home?" Ian's arms were crossed over his chest and Mandy shook her head.
"He went out for 'some air.'" Mandy said quoting Mickey. "Fuck, he does that all the time. I have no idea where he goes for these walks, but he goes on them a lot. Probably selling drugs or something." Mandy rambled.
Ian then remembered the spot that Mickey had brought him too after the party and figured that must have been where he had gone off too. "Thanks Mands." Ian nodded at her with a bright smile on his lips.
"Wanna come in for a bit? I made pizza rolls."
"Nah, I have to go- Just wanted to see if Mickey was here."
Ian had vaguely remembered where the dugout spot was. It took him a couple of extra turns and a cut through a huge field to find it, but like he predicted, Mickey was sitting on the bench, smoking a cigarette.
"I've been lookin' for ya."
Mickey looked up at Ian with his brows furrowed, smoke exhaling out of his nose. He blinked at him slowly and he licked his lips before speaking.
"Well I've been avoidin' ya."
The ginger sat down next to the thug and took the cigarette from him. This time, Mickey didn't protest and let Ian take the cigarette.
"Cause I kissed you?"
Mickey didn't say anything.
"Yeah, I've been meaning to talk to you about that."
Mickey still didn't say anything.
"I think we need to try it again. But this time, you need to kiss me back."
Mickey exhaled deeply, giving off the impression that he was both annoyed and fed up with Ian and the topic.
"Look. Fuck, Ian.-" Mickey began but was interrupted by Ian's lips crashing against his. The smell of cigarettes invaded between them. Ian dropped the smoke he was holding to cup both of Mickey's cheeks in his hands. The Thug made a pleasant and surprised sound as he held onto the edge of the bench. He had no idea what to do with his hands, but Ian was helping him. One of Ian's hands picked up Mickey's hand to guide it to Ian's waist, and Mickey gripped onto his shirt. A smile formed on Ian's lips as he moved his lips slowly and aggressively against Mickey's. He was getting the hang of it.
Mickey started to pull away and Ian made a whining sound. They were both breathless, a little surprised about how intense the kiss was and both their lips swollen and red. "Now that's how you kiss." Ian grinned approvingly at the other.
"Jesus." Mickey's eyes widened at the Ginger and stood up, staring down at him "Holy-"
"Was that good?" Ian reached over to grab Mickey's hand but he pulled away.
"You - fuck. You need to stay away from me. I swear to god, Gallagher. Next time I see your fuckin' stupid face I will smash it against a brick wall." Mickey got up, pushing past Ian and leaving the dugout.
Ian rolled his eyes to himself. He was tired of Mickey denying his feelings and keeping everything bottled up. He just wanted one time where Mickey just told Ian exactly how he was feeling - without the threatening and violence.
Ian sat there for about ten minutes having another cigarette when a bunch of older guys came into the dugout where Ian was. He raised an eyebrow at them. There were four of them, all about the same height as Ian. The Ginger stood up, puffing his chest out at them. "Hey." Ian tried to sound older than he was because these guys had to be over 20.
"We saw you before. Kissin' Milkovich. Surprised he didn't beat the shit out of you right then and there." One guy with a pierced ear said.
"You're a Gallagher, aren't ya?" Another guy chimed in. "You gay, Gallagher?"
Ian didn't say anything. He stood there eyeing the boys then crossed his arms over his chest.
"You know what we do around here to people who are gay?" The first guy started to threatened, then punched Ian straight in the jaw. "We fuckin' kill them!"
Ian fell to the ground once all four guys started attacking him. Punches being thrown, kicking and stomping on the Gallagher. Ian covered his head with his arms but that wasn't nearly enough protection. He couldn't get up and fight back. Four against one, it was impossible.
"I think he's had enough!" One guy grunted with one last kick to Ian's ribs. "If we ever see you kissin another dude Gallagher, we will kill you. This is just a warning."
All four of them spit on Ian as he lay still on the ground. He didn't want to get up. He didn't want to face them. He waited at least ten minutes until he finally uncovered himself from his arms and looked up. His eyes were almost swollen shut and tasted blood in his mouth. It hurt for him to breathe and he could barely sit up. Ian grabbed his phone out of his pocket and dialed the first number that he could find. Mandy's.
"Ian, Mickey is home now. Come over! We are gonna play COD and have dinner"
Ian started crying into the phone. Fuck, he didn't want to be such a pussy about it but he could hardly breathe.
"Ian? What's the matter!?" Mandy shouted into the phone. "Ian! Talk to me!" Mandy tried to get Ian to talk.
"H-Help." he mumbled into the phone, starting to feel his head get dizzier.
"What the fuck Mandy?" He heard Mickey in the background. "He's hurt I think. I don't know- Ian!" Mandy shouted back into the phone. "Where are you?!"
But Ian had blacked out.