Part Sixteen: A Day's Work

I can't get last night out of my head. We fucked four times. I can barely walk today. When I got up this morning I had to break into a swagger to hide the fact that I've had a huge fucking dick up my ass. It's my first day working a real fucking job.

Gallagher got me a job at Kash 'N' Grab on security. It's my job to make sure no one fucking steals. I've stopped three children from pocketing candy already. Gallagher would sit behind the register or stock shelves. Sometimes I would help him if I felt like being nice.

I thought this job would come with more opportunities for us to fuck. He hasn't suggested anything yet. I keep looking over at him hoping he'll know that I want to. He won't look up at me.

I stand by the register flipping through a magazine while some muscle bound, Dorito-shaped fuckhead flirts with Gallagher. I flip the page of the magazine without even reading it just to make noise.

"So, is that your natural hair color?" The guy asks. He leans over and flexes his stupid muscles.

"Yes."

"I like it. Red suits you."

Is this guy fucking serious?

"Thanks. Are you going to buy something?" Gallagher asks.

"Yeah, you a drink hopefully," he says.

"Okay, shithead, if you don't buy you don't stay. No fucking loitering," I tell him.

He grabs a pack of gum and continues to lean on the counter in front of Gallagher. When Gallagher hands him his change he touches his arm. He caresses it like he's fucking petting him.

"So um…do you want to go out sometime?" He asks.

"You're pressing your luck here, pal. Get the fuck out of the store."

"Stop cockblocking me, man."

I grab the dumb asshole by his stupid shirt collar and force him out of the store. He comes back in. This fucking guy has a lot of nerve. I have to give him credit.

"One second. Here, my name is Adam," He slides Gallagher something, probably his fucking phone number. "I'd like to take you out."

"I'll give you a call," Gallagher says.

"What's your name?"

"Ian," says Gallagher.

"Cool, see you later."

Gallagher throws his number in the trash.

"What the hell was that?" He asks smiling. "Was he serious? I wouldn't go for a guy like that. He's far too stupid. He was ripped to hell though."

"He was shaped like a fucking Dorito. Do you dig guys shaped like snack chips?"

"Oh fuck it's Frank," says Gallagher before he can answer my question.

"Ian," says Frank. He mumbles about something stupid. I don't even fucking know. Gallagher looks annoyed by him.

"Put this on Dottie's account," says Frank.

"We don't have accounts here, Frank," says Gallagher.

"Why don't you check your pockets again?" I ask Frank before he can get past me. No one will get past me. Frank pulls out a twenty and slaps it on the counter. I let him pass.

"That the kind of leadership you plan on bringing to the army?"

"Said last night's bottom," says Gallagher.

"Whatever. Liking what I like don't make me a bitch," I say. I flip over a page in a magazine and steal a look at him. He walks around the counter and locks the door. I smile and follow him back to the coolers. Why we fucking do it in a cooler when they have a back room is beyond me but I'm not fucking complaining.

"I want to do something," says Ian, "Just trust me."

"You better not fucking kiss me," I argue.

"I think you'll like this better."

Gallagher gets on his knees and jerks my pants down. I like where this is going. His hair is too short for me to grab while he sucks me off so I grab onto the shelf next to me. He's really good at this. Gallagher finishes me off and I clean up and zip my pants.

"Thought we'd do something different to give your ass a rest," says Gallagher with a stupid grin on his face.

"If your dick wasn't so fucking big we wouldn't have a problem," I tell him.

"You think I have a big dick?"

"It's like this long, man," I say holding out my hands the length of his shaft. He slaps me in the chest playfully. I chase him back to the counter. He unlocks the door so we can get customers again.

"Well, yours is like this," Ian says spacing out his thumb and index finger three inches with a huge fucking smile on his face.

"Fuck you. It's bigger than that."

"So, um…do you want to do something after work?" Ian asks, leaning forward and flexing his muscles. He tries to be discreet but I notice.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Kev has been growing a lot of weed with Ethel. I doubt he'd notice if we stole some and smoked it under the L together."

That sounds like a fucking date to me. What does he want to hold hands and go to movies together or some shit? He really wants to do this. Fuck.

"Sure, whatever," I say and watch him smile. I'm a fucking pussy.

"Yeah? Okay, do you want to bring beer or something?" He's suddenly nervous. Gallagher knocks something off the register in his excitement and I notice his cheeks turning very red.

"Nah, the pot is fine."

A customer walks in and I put some distance between us. Gallagher is still blushing, but I doubt the customer notices. She grabs some eggs and butter from a cooler. I pretend to be taking inventory of our candy.

"Are you Lip's brother?" She asks.

"Yes," says Gallagher.

"Tell him his brother is way hotter than him," she says as she takes her change and leaves. She winks at him.

"That's twice you've been hit on today," I mention casually.

"Will you two just fuck already?" says Linda on the intercom. "This foreplay is like watching really shitty porn. You're not fooling anyone. Just try not to fuck in my store."

Now Gallagher is really blushing. I never thought his face would ever match his hair, but I was proven wrong.

So there aren't a lot of scenes between Ian and Mickey in season 2 so if you don't mind I am going to create some. I have some ideas in mind. It's either going to be really fluffy and will gag you with the cuteness or it'll be pretty sexy. I haven't decided yet. I hate going off canon, but season 2 really didn't give me a whole lot to work with.