Note To Readers- First I want to apologize for that last chapter, lets all be honest it was pretty bad. Let me tell you why: Number 1, as I've said before I am horrible at writing sex, and attempted it in the last chapter was a bad idea. Number 2, I am more comfortable writing Mickey. Number 3, Trying to write a sex scene from Ian's POV was a very bad decision. Number 4, I felt very awkward writing that chapter, especially since my mother was standing next to me the entire time, I can't stand it when people watch me write, I feel as if they are judging my work before it is complete and it causes me to make mistakes. So to make up for it, I am going to try and write a better sex scene in this chapter, but from Mickey's POV, my comfrort zone. Alright now that this super long note is over, onto chapter 12.
After the shower they got into the car and headed to the Gallagher house, they could have walked, it really wasn't far, at all. But Mickey liked driving so he did.
They were almost late, it was six twenty-seven when they got there.
All the Gallagher's flocked around Ian, they were all hugging him and asking how he was; Mickey just stood in the corner, not saying or doing anything, just watching Ian, almost as if he was making sure the red-head wasn't going to vanish.
No one spoke to Mickey, not even Mandy. She was to busy showing Caci to her uncle Ian.
As Ian held Caci, Mickey watched and couldn't help but picture Ian holding theirbaby; it was a stupid thought because he knew they weren't going to have a kid, hell for all he knew Ian wouldn't even want a kid.
They all sat around the living room, all still talking to Ian. Mickey wasn't paying attention to anything they were saying. He was talking to himself in his head, it seemed a little bit crazy, but fuck, Mickey wasn't exactly sane.
He thought he heard his name, but he wasn't sure.
"Mick?" Shit.
"What?" Ian shook his head.
"Did you even hear what I said?" Fuck, Ian had been calling his name.
"Uh-" Ian sighed.
"Mandy said that you watched Caci alone about a month ago, I just said that would have been interesting to see. And then I asked you what you did when you were alone with her."
"Oh. It wasn't so bad, she shit then I fed her then she slept. It was pretty simple." Ian just smiled and nodded.
And then it was just silent, well it wasn't silent they all were talking, but none of the words were directed at Mickey, and he was pulled back into his mind.
Even if Ian wanted a kid, which one of them would father the kid? Who would they get to have the baby? Mickey knewIan would never want to fuck a chick to have a kid, and even though Mickey wouldn't like it it, he would do it, if it meant they would have a baby.
Fuck, why the hell was he thinking about kids? Oh that's right, he was thinking about babies because fucking Gallagher was holding Caci. The red-head holding Caci looked so natural.
A short time later, Fiona announced that dinner was ready; it was just as chaotic as the last time Mickey had ate with them.
And like last time no one spoke to Mickey. Mandy and Lip ocasionally said a few words to him, but they didn't have conversations with him. Ian didn't speak to him, he was to busy answering his questions from his family.
Mickey didn't mind being ignored; in fact he liked it, it meant that he didn't have to pretend he was nice.
Mickey ate pretty quickly, unlike the last time; he wanted to get away from the table quicker.
He didn't exactly feel like he was drowning in Gallagher's as he had the last time, but he still felt uncomfortable. He still felt like he couldn't breathe. It was too crowded in the small cluttered house.
As soon as his plate was empty Mickey stood and walked into the living room, he flopped onto the couch and lit a cigarette.
He focused on inhaling the nicotine and stared at the wall.
Before the cigarette was gone, someone sat next to him. He didn't look at the person so he had no idea who it was, until they spoke.
"Are you okay?" Fuck, Ian followed him.
"Fine."
"Are you sure? You haven't said much since we got here. You're acting like a dick. You could at least try to be nice." Mickey snorted and took another drag from his cigarette.
"I haven't said much, really? Fuck you Gallagher. Who has even tried to talk to me? No one. So don't pull that you're being a dick card on me, I haven't done shit. I've been being ignored since we got here." Ian didn't say anything else, he just got up and walked away.
Mickey shook his head and got up. He left.
He threw Lip's keys onto the couch and left.
He walked back to the apartment.
He slammed the door behind him.
"FUCK!" He yelled into the empty apartment.
Ian hadn't even been home for a fucking day and already they're 'relationship' was fucked.
Mickey didn't know why he expected everything to be perfect.
He was Mickey Milkovich for fucks sake.
He was fucked for life.
Why did he think Ian fucking Gallagher could change that?
Mickey opened another beer and chugged it.
He wanted to forget, he didn't want to think about that fucking red-head anymore.
He drank seventeen more beers and smoked the rest of his pack of cigarettes.
Just as he threw the last can down and put the last cigarette out, the door opened.
"Wha' the fuck do you want Gall'gher?" He was slurring a bit.
"Fuck Mick. How much did you drink?" Ian sounded a bit worried but Mickey really didn't care.
"Fuck off Gall'gher." Ian sat next to him.
"C'mon talk to me, why did you leave like that?" Mickey snorted, stood and stumbled into the kitchen, looking for more alcohol.
"Fuck off." Mickey was getting sick of repeating himself.
"Stop." Ian grabbed Mickey's arm and started to pull him back into the living room. Mickey tried to push Ian away from him; he fell instead, and pulled Ian ontop of him.
"Ge' off me." Ian shook his head. Mickey was too drunk to fight with Ian; he just laid there, under Ian.
"Tell me what happened Mickey." Mickey wanted Gallagher to shut the fuck up. He did the first thing that came to mind; he kissed him.
He didn't waste anytime, he bit down hard on Ian's lip. When the red-head opened his mouth Mickey shoved his tongue down his throat.
Ian's tongue slid so nicely against Mickey's; he couldn't stop himself, Ian swallowed the whiny needy moan-like sound that Mickey made.
Ian pulled away first, he was panting a bit, but so was Mickey.
Ian pulled Mickey up off the floor and pulled him to the bedroom.
Ian was pulling his and Mickey's clothes off as the walked, or in Mickey's case stumbled.
They fell naked onto the bed with a soft thump.
Ian attached himself to Mickey's neck; Mickey's mouth was next to Ian's ear.
"I'm fuckin' you." Mickey's words wasn't slurred that time.
Ian tensed, but didn't stop licking, sucking and biting Mick's neck. Mickey was still beyond drunk, but just the way Ian tensed seemed to sober him a bit.
"That okay with you?" Again he didn't slur.
Ian looked into Mickey's eyes; Mickey could see so much trust and love in them.
Ian nodded.
"Yea." Mickey felt incredibley gay, but he brushed his lips agaisnt Ian's.
"I love you Gallagher." Ian smiled.
"I love you too Mick." Mickey could let this soft mushy shit over take them, so he bit Ian's neck, hard.
"Fuck." Ian practically growled; the sound went straight to Mickey's crotch.
Mickey didn't want to waste anytime, he grabbed the bottle of lube out of the drawer next to the bed. He popped the top and coated a few of his fingers.
He didn't bother asking Ian if he was ready or anything, he just slid his finger inside.
Ian's body stiffened a bit but he relaxed pretty quickly, especially once Mickey hit that spot.
He inserted a second finger quickly followed by a third.
Once he thought Ian was ready he slicked himself and slowly slid into the red-head.
He remained still once he was all the way in, he didn't do it so Ian could adjust, definitely not, he did it to prevent himself from coming so soon; the heat and tightness of Ian was almost to much.
Ian moved his hips a bit, showing Mickey he was ready, telling him to move.
At first his thrusts were slow, and even. But he quickly lost himself; the pace was fast and hard.
Ian was gripping Mickey's hair with one hand, his other hand was on Mickey's back, his nails biting into his flesh, leaving little red crescent shaped nail marks.
Mickey hit that spot inside Ian repeatedly; Ian nearly screamed every time.
Ian came first splashing his and Mickey's stomachs; Mickey wasn't far behind, the contraction of Ian's muscles around him were too much for him to handle.
He colapsed onto of Gallagher, who instantly wrapped his arms around Mickey, preventing him from moving, not that it Mickey had planned on moving.
"Never leave me Ian." Mickey felt weak saying those words, but he didn't want Ian to ever fucking leave him, and he had to tell the red-head.
"Not a chance. You're stuck with me." Ian smirked and pulled Mickey closer to him.
They fell asleep that way, Mickey wrapped in Ian's arms.
Despite the shitty uncomfortable bed, Mickey slept like a baby. He hadn't slept that good since their stay in the hotel.
Second Note To Readers- Let me know how that was, and if it made up for that last craptastic chapter. -Alayna.
