Note to readers- There is going to be some dialog in this that actually happened in the show, but I am entirely to lazy to go search for that exact part in the episodes so you're just going to have to deal with it, if it is slightly off, I am going off my memory here.

Over the next year, Mickey fucked at least sixty different guys. He always fucked them, they never fucked him. Mickey wanted to know what it felt like to have someone inside him, but he didn't just want someone, he wanted a boy with red hair, freckles, blue eyes, he wanted Ian.

Mickey gave up on going to stroes farther away, and began shoplifting at the Kash and Grab again. Kash never tried to stop him, his cunt wife Linda did though, but really what the fuck was she going to do?

Ian had tried to stop him from stealing a time or two, that had been a fucking failure. The one time Mickey chucked a container of dip at the red-head. He laughed for days over the look on the kids face.

The next time he went into the Kash and Grab fucking Kash pulled a gun on him, Mickey didn't freak out-Kash was a fucking pussy, he wasn't going to shoot him, and it wasn't like Mickey had never been around a gun before. He grabbed it outta Kash's hand, grabbed two packs of cigarettes and the chips he had been stealing and walked out.

When Ian woke him up with the tire iron looking for Kash's gun, that was what really did it for Mickey.

He had been out the night before, he was still a bit drunk when Gallagher woke him up.

He had failed at getting laid the night before, and having Ian under him just made the sexual frustration explode.

He initially was going to fuck Gallagher, he wanted Ian to fuck him, but he didn't think Ian would.

Ian surprised him, by taking the lead.

He hadn't expected Ian to fuck him. He hadn't expected it to feel so fucking good.

After he and Ian had fucked, Mickey couldn't stop thinking about it.

He wanted more. He wanted so much more.

A few days later, he went to the Kash and Grab when he knew Ian was working, and they fucked again.

That continued for awhile, with the occasional fuck in his bed when Ian was at his house, some how Ian and Mandy had become best friends.

Mickey was sitting on the couch, slushy on the table in front of him and box controller in his hand, his game was interrupted by pounding on the door.

When he opened the door he was face to face with Ian. Did the kid have to fucking work? Ian couldn't come in, this wasn't a good time to fuck, Iggy was home, and Tony would be back at any minute.

"Not a good time." Ian was out of breath, and looked pretty fucking upset.

"I need to see you."

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"Yeah, I'm supposed to be there now, Linda's gonna have my ass." Mickey rolled his eyes.

"I'll be there in twenty." Mickey shut the door and Ian took off toward the Kash and Grab.

When Mickey got to the Kash and Grab, the front door was locked, he went to the back, it was open.

At first he couldn't find Ian, but he could hear a bit of-what sounded like-sniffling.

He found Ian slumped on the floor behind the counter.

"Gallagher?" Ian looked up at him, with wide eyes full of tears.

Mickey wanted to roll his eyes, tell Ian to suck it up, but he didn't. Instead Mickey sat down on the floor next to Ian.

Neither of them spoke. But Ian leaned a bit, and layed his head on Mickey's shoulder.

Mickey's head told him to push Ian off of him, but his heart told him not to. He was Mickey Milkovich for fucks sake, he wasn't supposed to be affectionate, he wasn't supposed to let people touch him.

He couldn't see Ian's face, but he knew that the red-head's tears had begun to fall.

Mickey really didn't now what to say, so he said nothing.

"She came back." Ian's broken, sad voice startled Mickey, had had been staring at a chip in the tiled floor.

"Who?" Mickey had heard that Monica had taken off a while ago, but he wasn't sure that was who Ian was talking about.

Ian snorted, "Monica." Mickey nodded, even though Ian couldn't see him, his head was still resting on Mickey's shoulder, so Mickey assumed that Ian could feel him nod.

Nothing more was said, Ian's hnad came in contact with Mickey's crotch. Mickey was already half hard when he got there, his entire walk there he had been thinking about Ian inside him.

Ian was rubbing him through the slightly thick material of his jeans. Mickey tried not to make any noise, Mickey didn't make noise when he was fucking.

Ian's hand left his crotch abruptly, Mickey almost protested when Ian grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

Ian led him into the cooler, they had fucked in there once or twice before, but somehow this was different.

Mickey was so close, so fucking close.

Kash opened the cooler door, Mickey did the only thing he could think to do, he yanked his pants up and fucking ran.

He didn't know where to run, but he knew he wasn't running home.

He ended up somewhere under the El.

He pulled out a cigarette and tried to calm himself down.

Half a pack of cigarettes later Mickey was calm again.

He knew he needed to go back to the Kash and Grab, he told himself that he was only going back because he was making sure Kash was gonna keep his fucking mouth shut, but really he was going back to make sure Ian was okay.

When he entered the store, again, he didn't see Ian, but he quickly noticed the red-head sweeping.

"Yea, 'sright you keep your mouth shut." He grabbed a snicker's bar and ripped it open.

"I like 'em sweet, but so do you." Mickey was taunting Kash, it was funny.

As Mickey took a bite, he saw Kash pull the gun.

"Put the candy back Mickey." Kash was trying to sound intimiadting, it wasn't working.

He heard Kash cock the gun, his heart rate sped up a bit.

"I said put the candy back." What the fuck? Kash pulled the trigger, he missed.

"It's a fuckin' snicker's bar." Kash pulled the trigger again, this time it hit. Mickey went down, the candy fell from his hand.

Ian ran toward him, asking if he was okay.

"You fucking suck!" Mickey was in pain, and he was fucking pissed.

Mickey may have blacked out after that, because he had no idea what happened after the cops were called and he was being given morphine while laying, handcuffed, in a hospital bed.

Note to readers- Alright that took longer than I expected to get up. My brother was putting a new computer desk together for my mom and he screwed up the wifi, and it just got fixed. Sorry. The next chapter is actually almost fullen written, but I won't be putting it up until tomorrow. Let me know what you thought. And again, I am going off of memory for what was said in these scenes, so if I got it a little wrong, I am sorry. -JJ