Part Forty-Two: The Big Day

I'm getting married today. Fuck. The dumb bitch has been sleeping here. Dad fucking let her move in already. I came home and found my couch gone and my twin bed had been replaced with a fucking queen. My brothers had found the frame some fucking place. I don't even fucking care.

Ryan was booted out. Svetlana, as my bride is called, wanted him out. So he's renting a room with Iggy. Fucking asshole traded me for Iggy. But Ryan is nothing if not loyal. He is here in my room while I bang my fucking head against the wall.

"Ian," I say. Bang. "Ian." Bang. "Ian." Ryan stops my head from hitting the wall on the last one.

"Why are you doing this?" Ryan asks me.

"I can't get him out of my head. I'm losing my fucking mind. This is so fucked up."

"Mickey, you need to tell him how you feel or you'll never get him back."

I don't respond. He's right. Ian's hurt and he's pissed. I need for him to know that I do have real feelings for him. I just have to find a way to tell him.

"You," says my father throwing the fucking door open suddenly. I raise my face off the wall. He has a cigar in his mouth. "You're making the right decision, Mick." He puts his hand on my shoulder for a moment before he removes it and casually wipes it off on pants like I gave him some fucking disease.

"I want Ryan to stand up front with me," I tell him.

"Fat ass isn't coming. For all I know you've been fucking him too," says Dad angrily.

"I like women," says Ryan.

"Then you should have been my fucking son. You can come. I hope the red head shows up. I want to rub it in his face that I won. He doesn't have you. He'll never have you again. He can go stick his fucking cock in someone else."

I hate you. Fuck, I'd settle for Frank. Terry just looks through me. He's staring in my direction but he is looking right through me. It's like he can't even fucking see me. When he leaves I continue to bang my head on the wall.

"Ian." Bang. "Ian." Bang. I leave it there and let a single tear fall down my cheek. "Ian," I whisper on the last one.

The V.F.W. has a few decorations. Nothing to elaborate. Good, I wouldn't have it any other way. This fucking suit that Mandy is making me wear is too fucking big and it itches and I don't know whose fucking junk was in here before mine. I try not to fucking think about it.

I sneak off away from everyone to have a smoke before I get this fucking show on the road. I pace back and forth and loosen my collar. I hear a door open. I glance over expecting Ryan, but it's Ian. I suddenly can't breathe.

"You call me a punk or whatever for wanting a boyfriend, but you're going to marry someone who screws guys for a living," Ian starts.

"It's a fucking piece of paper."

"Not to me."

He starts to walk away. I can't allow that. We're finally alone together after months. I want him right here where I can fucking see him. I want him right where I can touch him.

"Just because I'm getting hitched doesn't mean we can't still bang, ok."

"But we can't be in love," Ian says. "If you give half a fucking shit about me." He starts coming toward me. I hold out my "U-Up" to put distance between us. "Half…don't do this."

I can't stare into those green eyes for long without want. I grab Ian by the neck and kiss him hard. He kisses me back and the next thing I know we're fucking, hard like two happy little gay bunnies. I muffle the moans that so desperately want to escape my lips. I kiss him again and bite his bottom lip. Ian climbs on top of me and takes over. He grinds against me until I am harder than a fucking rock.

"Are you going to do something about that?" I ask.

Ian kisses down my body slowly. When he reaches my shaft he licks up it from the balls to the tip. I shudder. He licks around the tip until his mouth is on it fully. While his tongue works my cock his hands find a new place to explore. He shoves one finger in my opening. I bite down on my knuckle to stop from screaming in delight. He shoves in two more and works them in and out. I buck my hips and try not to scream. Ian stops sucking when I am about to explode. He takes his fingers out and replaces it with his own hard cock. He thrusts inside me hard, rough, and fast and we release together.

"Holy shit," I say as I see stars. Ian kisses my stomach then keeps going. Oh. My. Fucking. God. He's hungry and I'm his fucking meal. I blow another load all over him before he even finishes. He smirks at me and makes me wait until he's finished.

"She can't have you," Ian says as he bites me hard enough to make my cock stiffen. I'm ready for another round, but they'll start looking for me soon. We get dressed. I pin him against a wall and give him the biggest fucking kiss I can.

"Damn, Gallagher," I say. He passes me a cigarette.

"So what are we going to do, tell everyone to leave?" Ian asks.

"Nah, I'm going get this show over with. Wait here for me. It shouldn't take more than a couple of hours."

"You're still going through with it?" Ian asks.

"Why are you acting like I got a choice in this?" If I had a choice, I'd pick you a million fucking times. Especially if the sex is going to be like that.

"But you do have a choice, Mickey."

"Not everybody gets to just," I stop and take a deep breath. "Not everybody just gets to blurt out how they fucking feel every minute."

Mandy comes in and I put distance between us. I wipe the tears from my eyes and leave my sister and Ian alone. I don't want to fucking do this. The door is right there. I could run away. What about Ian? I could take him with me. We could run away together.

But I keep walking. My father is wearing a smirk that makes me want to shoot him in the fucking face. Ryan meets my eyes, I smile at him. He nods. When Ian walks in Ryan looks back and forth between us for a moment then gives me thumbs up and a wink. He shakes his head and chuckles.

Ryan is the type of fucking asshole who would lead everyone in a slow clap because Ian and I fucked just now, but he just continues laughing and giving me approving nods. I want to knock him out. Iggy finally catches on and he looks horrified and amused. I need better friends.

Finally, I spot Ian. He looks away from me. I deserve that. But what we shared just now was unbelievable. I shot the moon. He rocked my fucking world.

Some dumb whore starts the stupid music and my bitchy bride saunters down the fucking aisle. I wish I were fucking dead.