It wasn't entirely awkward. Ian tried to be as gentle as he could, and Mickey tried not to complain the whole time. He only mumbled "This is so gay" about four times, so Ian thought it was improvement. It wasn't perfect, it was messy and there was a lot of giggling; from the both of them, but it had to be one of the best nights for the both of them.

Mickey was sitting on the bed, smoking a cigarette, avoiding looking at Ian. He was still naked, but had a sheet covering his waist down. Ian was still laying down, a hand on Mickeys thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

"Stop staring at me." Mickey mumbled.

"I'm not staring." Ian cracked a small smile.

"Yes you fucking are." He snapped.

"I'm admiring."

"Oh fuck off." The thug rolled his eyes and put the cigarette in between Ian's lips. The Redhead took a small drag and exhaled it. "Look, you should go." Mickey sighed. "Someones gotta be home soon. Don't want them to um, see us."

Ian nodded and got up from the bed. He started collecting his clothes from the floor and slipped on his boxers. Mickey was just staring at him.

"Now who's staring?" Ian pointed out.

"This doesn't mean we are a couple or anything, okay?" Mickey started and got up from the bed, jumping into his own boxers. He put the cigarette in the ash tray beside his bed. "I don't want to be holding your hand down the road or anythin'. No movie dates or fuckin' dinner." He scoffed at the idea.

Ian just nodded slowly listening to the other talk.

"But I had fun."

Ian nodded again.

"We can do it again if you want." Mickey shrugged. "When nobody is home I'll give ya a call."

"Alright, got it." Ian said slowly. "But let's say….you give me a call when nobody is home, and we happen to be hungry. I bring dinner over and a new movie happened to be on and we watch it while we ate…you know, before we bang." Ian raised an eyebrow. "And I really can't help if I hold your hand. It just happens. We would still have fun and it's a win, win for the both of us. You get your sex and I get my date." He smiled.

Mickey bit back a smile and rolled his eyes. He nodded slowly. "Yeah, fine whatever, Gallagher." He pushed past him and went into the bathroom. Ian blinked slowly. He didn't think that would actually work. The Ginger followed him, putting on his shirt. He stood by the door watching Mickey brush his teeth.

"Wait, that worked?"

Mickey raised an eyebrow. "Don't make this a big deal." He mumbled through the toothpaste.

"Can I call you my boyfriend?" Ian asked quickly, getting way too excited.

"No." Mickey spat the toothpaste out. He rinsed his toothbrush off and looked back at Ian who now was looking down at his feet. The Thug rolled his eyes and walked to Ian, lacing their fingers together to hold his hand. Mickey quickly pecked Ian's lips, feeling awkward about the whole gesture. He had done nothing like that before, but hated to see Ian so disappointed.

"Fine, you can call me whatever the hell you want. As long as it's in private. Nobody can find out, alright?"

Ian nodded quickly, pulling Mickey closer. "Yeah, alright."

"I'm serious okay? Now, get the hell out before somebody comes home." He kissed Ian again, this time letting his lips linger against the others. Mickey swore that Ian was about to melt into the floor.

Mickey got back into bed, lighting up another cigarette, watching Ian change back into his clothes. "I can't sleep over?" Ian asked, buttoning up his jeans. Mickey shook his head.

"You're not drunk anymore. I don't feel bad about kicking you to the curb."

"When do you ever feel bad?" Ian chuckled.

Mickey shrugged. "You get kinda…I don't know, needy when you're drunk. Don't want you ending up on somebody else's front door. Now go away. I'm tired."

Ian leaned over and kissed Mickey's forehead and Mickey sighed softly. "I'll call ya tomorrow."

Mickey nodded.

Ian was heading out the door when Mandy was coming through. She looked at him confused then looked towards Mickey's door. "Hey Ian….watcha doing here?" She smirked at Ian.

"Nothing, Mickey is kicking me out." Ian said.

"Seriously? I don't know what his problem is. Personally, I think you two would be a good couple. You'd be good for him." Mandy quickly hugged Ian. "I'll see you later. Get home safe." She kissed his cheek.

"Night Mandy."

(((Authors Note: I'm going to go into Mickey's POV now )))

Mickey couldn't believe the night he had. The last thing he expected was to become somebody's boyfriend. It happened so quickly but he liked Ian. He couldn't deny it anymore and it was exhausting for him to hide it from Ian. The Gallagher was like a broken record. He was staring up at his ceiling, memorizing every single crack and pattern on there when Mandy knocked on his door.

"I'm sleeping." Mickey mumbled but Mandy barged in anyway.

"How was your night?" Mandy hopped onto his bed and Mickey scoffed, moving aside.

"Fine."

"Just fine?" Mandy pressed, trying to bond with Mickey. Personally, Mickey didn't mind her at all. He just had to pretend like he was annoyed all the time to keep up his image.

"Yes fine. I ate dinner. Watched that show where people are fucked up and hoard shit then I smoked some weed." He shrugged. "Fine. My night was fine."

Mandy nodded. "That show is fucked."

"Yup."

"Hey… can I ask you something?" Mandy said slowly.

"Mmmmhm.."

"How long have you known? You know. That you're gay?"

Mickey knew that they were going to have this conversation sooner or later. He hoped it would later. Way later, but he wasn't going to shut her out again.

"A while I think." He shrugged.

Mandy nodded slowly trying to process the information. "Right, but you banged chicks before? Angie?"

"Do you expect me to go around banging dudes, Mandy? You know Dad would kill me himself if he found out. I'd rather pretend I'm straight then be killed."

"Ian really likes you."

"Yeah, I know. Believe me. I know."

"He's my best friend." Mandy poked Mickey's stomach.

"Yeah, I know." Mickey was starting to get annoyed.

"You got to be nice to him. He's sensitive. He's been through a lot."

"Got it." Mickey turned onto his side to face away from Mandy. She got the hint and got off the bed. She looked at him before turning off Mickey's light.

"I'm sorry that you're afraid to be yourself, Mick. You deserve to be happy." She said quietly, and Mickey swore that was the nicest thing she had ever said to him. He felt like a knife had gone through his stomach, he felt sick.

Once she was out of his room, he quickly grabbed his phone and texted Ian.

Mandy is a bitch – Mickey

He waited for Ian to reply and felt like it was forever until he did.

What did she do now? – Ian

Being fuckin nice and shit. Its dumb. – Mickey

Try being nice back.- Ian

It wont kill you. Promise – Ian

Are you home yet? – Mickey

Just about – Ian

Okay. – Mickey

Night – Mickey