Part Fifteen: Baseballs in Heat

Mickey and I could hardly ride the bus home together without touching. He was practically all over me. I wanted him too right then and there, but we couldn't touch with Mandy there. So that's why we're going out tonight. It's a date. It's our first date.

"Hey," says Mickey waiting for me at the park. We walk together in silence for a while, both of smoking from the same cigarette. Its indirect kissing, but I don't tell Mickey that. I steal a look or two. He hasn't changed much since he went to juvie, only it looks like he's trying to grow facial hair. I like him better clean shaven.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"I'm fuckin' starving," says Mickey.

We grab burgers and eat them outside so no one pays attention to us. I purposely bump his knee with mine, he bumps back. I hide my smile behind my burger and steal peeks at him.

"We should get some beer," says Mickey.

"Okay," I say.

I don't know when we decided to go to the little league field because I was too busy trying not to stare too much at Mickey to hear him make that decision. But here we are. I begin telling him about all the classes I'm taking this summer to try to get into West Point.

Mickey pokes a hole in a beer and we both drink from it. I smile knowing my lips touched the can where his had been. I can barely stop squirming.

"So did you make any friends in juvie?"

"Do you want to chitchat some more or do you want to get on me?" Mickey asks with a smile on his face. I turn him around and breathe in his scent as we get out of our pants.

I go slowly. There is no one here but us. I make each thrust count. Mickey seems to be enjoying himself from all the noises he's making. I stare at his shoulders as I pound into him; I want to kiss them so badly it hurts.

When it's over with I can't stop smiling. Mickey screams out that he's always wanted to do that here ever since he was kicked out of little league. We were on the same team. I had a little crush on him back then.

"That was great."

I start doing chin ups, mostly just to show off to Mickey. He starts doing them do and I watch as his biceps flex. He's been working out a lot.

"Not much to do in the joint but work out," Mickey says.

"You could read."

"Fuck off. I'm fucked for life anyway."

"Want to sneak into the sox game tomorrow?" I ask hoping he'll say yes so we can go on another date.

"Nah, man, I got to get me a job. If I don't get one in two weeks my probation skank is going to do it for me then I'm going to end up losing a fucking limb at the meat packing plant."

I know it's ridiculous but I suggest Mickey come work at the Kash 'N' Grab. We can see each other every day that way and maybe fuck in the backroom when there are no customers in the store.

"Do whatever you want, man, you brought it up."

"Alright," I respond and stare at him.

"You ready to go again or do you need some time, Firecrotch?"

We do it three times in the dugout. The last time Mickey complains about how his ass is going to be sore tomorrow. I can't help but laugh.

"My dick too big for you?"

"Fuck off."

I want to kiss him so bad. If I tried I wonder if he'd punch me.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"I didn't fuck anyone while you were gone," I tell him as I take his cigarette. I let it linger in my mouth before handing it back to him.

"Yeah, good for you," Mickey says.

"Did you fuck anyone in juvie?"

"Just one," Mickey says.

"Who?"

"I'll give you three guesses," Mickey says avoiding looking at me.

"Travon?"

Mickey is quiet. He doesn't want to talk about it. I have to know. He seems tense.

"He kept talking like he was going to find you and rape you after he got released from juvie if I didn't fuck him."

"You protected me," I say. God, I want you so bad right now.

"Fuck off, alright. Don't get the wrong fucking idea. You're dating Mandy that puts you in the circle. Milkovich's protect their own."

"Lip's fucking Karen Jackson again," I say knowing he wants to change the subject. He relaxes a bit.

"Didn't she fuck Frank?"

"Yes, that's so gross right?"

"He could get something from her, fucking AIDs or some shit."

"He has shitty taste in hood girls, just like Fiona has shitty taste in men. They're all the same. Carl seems to be the only Gallagher with some taste. He has a thing for Megan Fox. I guess if I was going to go that way she'd be my choice too."

"Nah, man, if I was into girls I'd go for Scarlett Johannson. At least she could kick my ass, plus she looks good as a redhead."

"I could see that. Her kicking your ass I mean," I say shoving him with my shoulder. He likes redheads?

"Fuck off, asshole."

"Are we going to fuck again or just sit here?" I ask.

"Do you ever run out of energy? You're like that fucking bunny with the drums."

"The Energizer Bunny?"

"Yeah him," says Mickey.

"So are we going to fuck again?"

Mickey smiles at me and starts taking off his pants. I follow suit. We go again as the sprinklers spray the baseball field. I look up at the stars as I do him. I want to be able to remember this night. I want to remember what the sky looked like.

This is the best date I've ever been on.