Note To Readers- This chapter is going to take place about three weeks after the events of the last chapter. And, sadly, it is going to be pretty short. I'm having a little trouble with some writers block; it's not that I don't know what to write, it's that I don't know how to write. If that makes any sense. -Alayna
Mickey had just gotten to see Ian's face for the first time in months.
He turned the computer off and flopped back onto the couch. He was happy, but sad. He really wished he could have touched Ian, kissed him, felt his skin; that shit was fucking really gay but Mick craved it.
He was turning into more of a fag everyday; he hated it.
He wanted the kid back now; it wasn't going to happen though, the kid still had about a year left; in his last letter he told Mickey that he had been informed that he would still be deployed for at least ten months. The kid's time over there could get still get shortened; but then again it still could become longer. Mickey didn't want to get his hopes up, so he didn't like thinking about how much longer it would be.
Mickey lit a cigarette and decided to call Mandy; he was still mad at her for what happened a few weeks ago, but he wanted to talk to someone.
"What'd ya want douche bag?" Mickey snorted.
"Nothing bitch. Just wanted to see how you were doing?"
"Doing alright. What's with the sudden interest?" Mickey exhaled loudly.
"Just got done talking to Ian." He didn't need to go into detail; Mandy would understand.
"How is he doing?"
"Seems to be doing good but he looks-different. Like tired or something. I don't know."
"Are you-fuck, I don't know-worried about him?" Mickey rolled his eyes despite the fact that she couldn't see him.
"No, why the fuck would I be?" He was lying, he really was worried about Ian.
"I know you're fucking lying Mick." He wanted to hang up on her; but he should have expected her to see through the lie.
"Yea, okay so I'm worried about the kid, whatever. It's not a big deal."
"If it wasn't a big deal you wouldn't have mentioned it; you wouldn't have called me."
Fuck, she did have a point. If he didn't want to talk about it he wouldn't have called.
"Whatever. I just miss the kid, ya know?" She laughed slightly.
"Yea, I do know. I miss him too. We all do." Mickey nodded.
"And fuck Mandy, I need to get laid." Mickey had a momentary lapse of sanity and mentioned sex; he regretted it, instantly.
"The fuck someone." Mickey snorted. Was she really that stupid?
"Are you fucking stupid? Ian would kick my ass."
"Are you trying to tell me that you haven't fucked anyone other than Ian?"
"Bitch don't ask stupid questions."
"You really love him don't ya?"
"Shut up." Mickey meant for the words to sound forceful; they didn't, at all.
"Aw, Mick loves Ian. That's so sweet. I didn't think you were able to love someone." She really had doubted him? Fuck, he did understand why she thought that way, if he was someone else and saw the way he acted, the way he treated people, he wouldn't think he was capable of loving someone either.
"I'm turning into more of a fag every fucking day. Is it obvious?" Mandy laughed at him.
"No, dumb ass. If I didn't know you were gay, I would never peg you as the type who likes it up the ass." Mickey laughed at that.
"I love your fucking choice of words." She laughed in his ear for a few seconds.
"Shit, I gotta go, Lip's back. I'll talk to ya later, alright?" Mickey rolled his eyes, fucking Gallagher's.
"Yea, whatever skank."
"Love you too Mick." He hung the phone up and sighed.
His mind was racing; what the fuck was wrong with Ian? He didn't look right when Mickey talked to him. He looked like he was cracking.
Mickey shook his head and stood up. He wanted to take a shower, he hadn't had one in a while and he was beginning to be able to smell himself.
While in the shower all Mickey could think of was Ian's face, his freckled cheeks, his warm wet mouth.
Mickey's dick finally got hard; first time in months.
He stroked himself quickly; he thought about Ian's lips wrapped around him, his tongue swirling around the tip.
His release hit the shower wall quite quickly.
Mickey shut the water off; stepped out and dried off with a towel that was laying on the floor. If he had to guess he'd say it was the same towel he used the last time he showered.
Mickey fell onto his bed, still naked and slightly wet.
Thoughts of Gallagher still raced through his mind.
Mickey fell asleep content and partially satisfied; he still wanted to fuck his red-head.
Second Note To Readers- Alrighty, there it is. The next chapter I am going to skip ahead again, I'm not exactly sure how far, but I know that it will be close to the time that Mandy will be having her and Lip's baby. Which also means it will be closer for Ian to come home, something that everyone(readers and characters alike)are anxiously waiting for. Let me know what you thought of the chapter, as I said before as I wrote it, I was having issues with how to write it. So I'm a bit, oh I don't know-nervous about this chapter.-Alayna
