Part Fifty-Eight: Superman

Ian Gallagher is Superman. The boy never stops. Every day he is up before the ass crack of dawn and he keeps fucking going. It's exhausting trying to keep up with him. I never noticed he had this much energy before. And don't get me started on the fucking mood swings.

Ian's making pancakes. He's wearing clothes that actually fit his wonderful form. I take a moment to admire how great his ass looks in his jeans. Ian used to wear hand-me-downs and would wear the same clothes for years even when they were too small because Fiona could just not afford to get him new clothes. Now with him dancing at the club he makes enough to buy clothes that actually fit him.

I touch his arm as he makes the pancakes. He smiles at me. He's dancing while he cooks and listening to music on his iPod. I watch him shake his ass. He looks better this way than when he's barely wearing anything and being ogled by creeps at that fucking club.

He has his hair gelled to one side. I feel a flutter in my chest. He smiles at me and my entire body reacts. I can't control myself. My heart wants to leap out of my chest and give him a squeeze and my dick is practically ready to crawl up his fucking leg.

He is so cute. I can't breathe. I sit down at the Gallagher's table and try to catch my breath. Ian is smiling at me. I smile back like a schoolboy with a hopeless crush. But that's not what this is. This is more. I'm kicking myself right now.

"Mickey," Ian says, and I am fucking spastic. Ian puts coffee in front of me, kisses the top of my head, and wiggles his ass and he returns to cooking. He's now cooking bacon. I watch him. He winks at me once or twice and never stops moving.

I think I lo—fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck. Oh my fucking God. I hide my face with my U-Up hand and try to conceal my blushing from Ian. Ian drops his spatula. He bends over to pick up and my eyes glue on his ass. It's as if my dick has detached itself from my crotch and is humping Ian's leg, like a fucking dog.

Get a fucking grip. Why the fuck am I acting like this? It's Ian. It's just Ian. It is Ian. It's always been Ian. The fucking asshole occupies my thoughts, my dreams, and as much as it kills me to admit, my heart, which is constricting from him being fucking adorable this morning.

"Breakfast smells good," says Mandy coming downstairs. I forgot Mandy was even here. She spent the night because Kenyatta beat the shit out of her. I nearly killed the motherfucker. No one touches Mandy. No one.

"It's almost ready," Ian says with a smile. Fuck you, and your perfect fucking smile. I am trying to hold it together, but it's fucking difficult.

"Thanks for letting me stay over," says Mandy.

"If he ever touches you again I'll fucking kill him," I tell Mandy temporarily taking my eyes off the fucking god of sex.

"Thanks, but I can take care of myself."

"Yeah, but you don't have to," I tell her.

"You're still here," Carl says to me. Ian hands him a plate and Carl sits down without saying fucking thank you. Ian cooked for him and he can't even thank him.

"Say thank you," I tell the kid.

"What?"

"Thank your brother for cooking you ungrateful little cock—"

"Mickey," says Ian, "He doesn't have to say it."

"Thanks," Carl says, "Have we found Fiona yet?"

"No. I keep checking hospitals but I haven't found her," Debbie says, "Frank's in the hospital."

No reaction. I knew there wouldn't be. No one really gives a shit about Frank. Lip comes in with Liam and I watch for Ian to react. He has been on a rocky road with Lip lately. They haven't exactly seen eye to eye on this stuff lately.

But Ian doesn't waiver. His good mood continues. He looks so fucking good today. I bite my knuckle to keep from yelling out how badly I want him, how badly I need him. Ian smiles at his family and I cross my legs. That smile is doing things to me that I don't like.

When the Gallaghers scatter like cockroaches I leave Ian and go to the Alibi for work. I pine for him the moment I step out that door. I want to run back in and be with him, curl up on the couch and watch fucking James Franco movies with him until I throw up.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I ask myself as I walk to the Alibi. I make a couple of stops and smoke a few cigarettes while debating myself on if I should and turn around and go back to the Gallagher house. It takes me over an hour to decide. When I get to the Gallagher house Ian is not there. My heart is pounding out my chest. I walk outside and spot someone running toward the house. Ian. He runs over. He's not even out of breath.

"I ran six miles," Ian tells me, "But I think I could run six more. Want to change and run with me?"

"I don't fucking run unless being chased by cops."

"I think Tony's home want me to ask him to chase you?" Ian asks with a cheesy smile on his face.

"No. I'm good."

"What'd you come back for? I thought you had to work?"

"I wanted to see if you needed anything?"

"Like what?"

"Money or whatever," I say trying not to give in to my urge to stick my hand down his fucking pants. He smells like sweat and his usual cologne. I let the scent fill me up and I get weak in the knees. Fuck. Oh fuck. Holy shit.

"No, thanks, I have money. I have to work out before I go to work tonight. Come see me there," Ian says. He pecks me on the lips and goes into his house. I stare at his ass.

I blow off work and go see Iggy and Ryan. I learn they're both at the fucking Alibi having a drink. That's the last place I wanted to be today, but I go anyway. Ryan comes down from the Rub 'N' Tug looking really happy. I roll my eyes.

"Where have you been?" Svetlana asks.

"None of your fucking business. You don't own me."

"Hey, Mick," says Ryan.

"Leave," says Svetlana.

"Okay," says Ryan.

"I need $500," Svetlana says.

"What the fuck for?"

"For baby. He requires diapers and has other needs. You give me money or I will tell your father about your dirty little secret."

"I don't have $500 dollars, bitch."

"Get it. Tomorrow, or I will stab Orange Boy with a screwdriver."

"HE HAS A FUCKING NAME!" I shout before I realize other people can hear me. Kev is nodding knowingly. I hate that look he's giving me. "Fine, I'll get your fucking money, just shut the fuck up."

"What are you going to do?" Ryan asks when I join him at a table instead of the bar. Kev puts my usual in front of me. He nods and walks away after I glare at him.

"I don't fucking know. Where am I going to get $500? Yo, Kev, how much money did I make?"

"About three hundred," says Kev.

That's my entire share from the Rub 'N' Tug. Bitch must be holding out on me. Thirty fucking percent and he charges rent. If I didn't have my bitch of a wife threatening me I would probably threaten Kev.

"We could rob a bank," Iggy suggests, "Three square meals a day in prison and in your case, Mick, all the sex you could want."

"Shut the fuck up. You two are fucking useless."

"Ian's pretty hot, maybe you could pimp him out," Ryan suggests.

"Say that again and I'll slit your fucking throat. I'm not renting out my bo—Ian."

"You almost said boyfriend," Ryan says with a huge fucking smile.

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"No I didn't."

"Yes, Mickey, you did," says Iggy.

"I've been dreaming of this day for two years," Ryan says patting me on the back. "I'm so proud I could cry."

I roll my eyes and get up. I flip both them off and leave. I owe that bitch money. Where and How am I going to get it?

Ian and I go to lunch at Wendy's like we do now. The employees there don't pay any attention to us outside of already knowing our order when we walk through the door. Ian and I sit at our usual booth. I give him the box of Reese's Pieces like I always do.

"So I've been thinking of getting a cat," Ian mentions.

"No."

"That's what Lip and Fiona keep telling me. No one is listening to me though."

"I'm listening."

"Well, they're cute, and they're excellent companions, and they're really intelligent. It's an animal that doesn't require that much attention. They're not needy like dogs."

"No. I'm sorry, Ian, but think of what Carl would do to it."

"You're right. Of course you're right."

He looks so happy. I smile at stare. I catch myself rubbing some of his red hair between my fingers. Ian looks over at me and smiles so wide I nearly lose control.

After lunch, I am reluctant to leave his side. We don't kiss outside of Wendy's. We don't kiss in Wendy's. Ian knows the routine. I kick myself for sending him on his way without kissing him. I go back to work hardcore at the Alibi to take my mind off Ian and Svetlana.

It doesn't work for both. Ian's face pops into my head and I am momentarily stunned. I can't move or think or breathe. I sit down to catch my breath. Ryan rubs my shoulders and I look at him.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I feel great." Really great. Really fucking great. Ian is on my mind, my heart screaming his fucking name. I feel great. I'm embarrassed to feel this way, but I do. Holy fucking shit.

I leave work about 8. I go to Ian's work. He's just arriving for his shift. I stop him outside the place and ask if he has any money. Ian shakes his head.

"You boys want a ride around the block?" Asks some old creep in a really fucking nice car.

"Do we look like a couple of fags for sale to you?" I ask.

"Yes," He says.

"This ain't Macy's, bitch. You ain't window shopping."

"You're standing outside a bar called the Fairy Tail in Boys' Town."

I throw a glass beer bottle at him to make him leave. That was fucking embarrassing. Ian seems unfazed by it.

"Does that happen to you a lot?"

"Everyday."

"By rich old dudes."

Ryan, you might be on to something.

Ian and I come up with a plan. There is no way in hell I'd ever let Ian go through with what we're about to do, but I can use his good looks to an extent. I am hiding in a closet in one of the rooms upstairs. Ian's in the bar. He is going to hit on a closeted geriatric, apparently there are a lot of them, and bring him up where we'll rob him and take photos for his wife if he decides to call the police.

I hear voices and movement.

"Do you like it rough?" He asks Ian.

Better not get rough with him, bitch.

"Whatever you're into," Ian says innocently. My dick twitches at the sound of innocence in his sweet voice.

I open the door when I hear mattress springs.

"Say cheese, motherfucker," I deck the bastard after Ian crawls out from under him.

What is it with these assholes and seventeen-year-old boys?

"I'm calling the police," the man says.

"You do that I'm telling Claire and Eleanor that you like to stick it in boys," I say holding his phone and staring at the picture of his family.

"You're going to out him?" Ian asks.

"It's his fault for living a lie."

I take the man's watch. It's at least a $200 watch. I stick it in my back pocket.

"Now, let's go down to the ATM machine and get some fucking money," I tell the bastard.

"If you're going to rob me at least let the twink suck me off."

"That all you think he is some twink?"

"He gave me blue balls."

I knee him in the nuts. "Now they're black and blue balls."

Ian and I go downstairs with the man to get his money. He hands it over as I dangle both his phone and the photo I took in front of his face. He hands me a thousand dollars and when I pocket it I see him put his hand on Ian's stomach.

"Do you want to lose that fucking hand?"

"He's fair game," says the old man.

"Ian," I say, pulling him behind me. He doesn't argue. I deck the guy. When he's doubled over I kick him in the face. "Fuck off."

"It'd be a shame to let that room go to waste," Ian whispers in my ear.

"Let me finish kicking this creep's ass and I'll join you."

"Enough, okay. I got the message," says Old Guy.

"Get the fuck out of my sight, and don't so much as look at him or I will burn your eyes with a hot spoon."

Ian and I barely make it back to the room before we get each other out of our clothes. We've never done it in a bed this soft. We might as well take advantage of the room. I pull Ian between my legs and cling to him like I'm a baby monkey holding on to my mother.

"You're really incredible," Ian tells me during the foreplay.

"Shut up and fuck me," I tell him.

And Ian does. He fucks me harder than he ever has. He makes the bed hit the wall repeatedly and I bite him to keep from screaming. I draw blood from biting him so hard. When Ian comes I let out the loudest moan. He lies on top of me and I get hard almost instantly from it.

"You're insatiable today," Ian says.

It's you. You do this to me.

"You can't tell me you're out of energy."

"Fuck no," says Ian, and after a quick reheat Ian goes again. One thing about Ian Gallagher being Superman, we have great fucking sex.

A/N: So…I wanted to write a chapter with Ian back and Mickey realizing the extent of not only his attraction to Ian but his feelings as well. Mostly attraction. Um…so yeah. I am still trying to delay the "Guess what we've been doing daddy" and what follows. But it looks like all good things must go on hiatus eventually.