It was difficult for me writing this, and I hope I didn't disappoint. I just want to thank everyone for reading. This was my very first Fic.
In The south side of Chicago, People were brutal. Hey weren't tolerant of much. The best thing was to stay to yourself. Both Mickey and Ian knew this. But with everything they have been through, they didn't have a care in the world. Hey had each other. Through the fighting, through the tears, and through the pain. They have seen it all. They have lived it all. They have had their ins and outs, they have had their ups and downs. But none of that mattered then. Mickey looked at the bigger picture now. Because he Finally had what he had always wanted.
"You breath a word of this to anyone, and I will cut your fucking tounge out. You hear me, firecrotch"? Mickey said as he took a drag of his cigarette.
Ian just grinned at Mickey, looking up at him from his neck.
"And don't fucking look at me like that. You look like a fucking idiot". Mickey said as he exhaled the smoke.
"Mickey, what made you come looking for me?" Ian asked
"Stop asking stupid questions. You fucking know why" Mickey grunted as he bit the side of his lip.
"I love you, too Mick" Ian said as he rolled off of the older boy to get up and get dressed. After sex, Mickey never liked for Ian to stay. He always pushed him out of bed after they were done.
"What the fuck. Where do you think you're going? Get your ass back in the bed". Mickey barked orders at Ian like he owned him. And Ian was ok with that. He didn't know why he was ok with that. He just was. It probably had to do with the fact that Mickey never asked him to stay. And he never liked to over-stay his welcome.
"Yes Sir" Ian said as he gave him a sarcastic Salute.
"That's kind of hot, ya know. Givin me wood just thinkin about it". Mickey said as he pulled Ian down to him. Ian landed on Mickey and when he did, Mickey just looked at him straight faced and Kissed him. The kissing was brutal and sloppy. Biting, swirling tounges. And bloody as hell. But neither of them flinched from the pain. They didn't even notice the blood. Ian pulled away from Mickey's lips, and kissed his jaw and made his way down his chest. From his chest to his stomach, and from his stomach to his hips. When his breath hit Mickey's thighs, The phone went off. Fuck.
"Don't fucking stop" Mickey barked, and answered his phone.
"Mick-" It was Mandy. And she sounded scared.
"Mandy, what's wrong"? Mickey asked, trying to play it cool, like Ian wasn't sucking his dick. "What?" Mickey's eyes widened. "When? Why the fuck didn't you call me then? I will be there soon" Mickey said as he hung up.
Ian looked up, stopping what he was doing and asked what was wrong. "Finish it up. Got shit to do" Mickey replied. Ian did what Mickey asked, and went back to what he was doing. After he finished, Mickey got up and threw on what ever he could find.
"That was Mandy. Deal went bad. Gotta go get her. Terry was shot" Mickey said as he was walking out of the room.
"What? When? Want me to come with you"? Ian asked as he was pulling his shirt over his head.
"Naw, I got this. Just gotta go get Mandy. Its good" he said as he kissed Ian.
Later that night, Ian was laying in bed, and Mandy come running into his room.
"Hey brother-fucker" Mandy laughed as she jumped into his bed. "Did you hear? Terry's dead. Celebrate"? She handed over the joint she was smoking.
"Hello to you to Mandy. I see you got your head pulled out of your ass. How long for this time?" he asked jokingly.
"Hey, Fuck you. Im a Milkovich and just because of that, it gives me permission to put my fucking head anywhere I want. Had a lot of shit going on". Mandy said as she took the joint back.
"What happened with Terry? Piss someone off?" Ian asked
"He tried to take off with the dope and the money. Thought he could get away with it. Fuckers ran us of the road. Before they had a chance to get out of their car, I hightailed it and that's when I heard the gunshot. Called Mickey, and Here I am." She said, in an all too calm voice.
"Where's Mickey"?
"I don't know. Probably burying the body. You know us Milkovich's. We don't give a shit. I mean, that's the best thing Terry taught us growing up" As Mandy was talking, Mickey walked into the room.
"Done. He's gone for good" Mickey said as he pulled Mandy off of Ian. "Hands off bitch. I don't like you touching my shit. And get lost while you're at it." He laid next to Ian, and kissed him. He laid there for a few minutes, with his head in Ian's lap. In a silent murmur, Ian thought he heard Mickey say 'Finally' but he couldn't be too sure. He just let him lay there and didn't say anything. He rubbed his hand through his hair, and just let him lay there. It was then that he finally felt like he and Mickey could be who they were going to be, without the fear of Mickey walking out on him again. Mickey was his and he was there to stay. They both knew it, even with unspoken words. He knew it from the way Mickey kissed him. From the way he held his hand. And he knew it from the way Mickey made love to him that night. He knew he was where he wanted to be. He just hoped no one came in to rain on their parade.
"I love you, Mickey" Ian sighed.
"I love you, too, firecrotch"