Part Eighty-One: Army Guys

Private Jason Monroe was killed in a car accident shortly after coming home on leave from his third tour in Iraq. That's why I have to go to his funeral. He was a fallen brother-in-arms. Mickey just doesn't understand. I lean over and peck him a kiss on the lips. He pushes forward as I pull back; obviously not ready to break the kiss.

"Do you really have to go to this fucking thing?" Mickey asks yanking my ass back into bed and lining my cheek and neck with soft kisses. I smile and give into his fucking kisses. But I really need to get dressed for this funeral so I pull away he wants to have sex. "Why do you have to go?"

"Because, Mickey, it's the right thing to do."

Mickey mumbles something I can't hear.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Mickey says.

Svetlana bursts in and asks me to take Yevgeny for a run. As much as I'd love to, I can't. I have to go this funeral.

"Funeral for who?"

"Some guy he doesn't even know," says Mickey.

"Brother-in-arms, it's all I need to know."

"He didn't even die in a war, man; it was like a car accident."

"Fuck you, Mickey. He died serving his country."

"Alright, it looks like I'm going with you."

That's what I like to hear. I sneak a peek at Mickey's dick when he climbs out of bed. He smacks my ass and asks me not to wear a uniform since military police are looking for me or so they say.

The funeral was small, only a handful of people were there, most of them civilians. Mickey stood beside me. He squeezed my hand a couple of times. Halfway through the funeral a group of asshole church goers began chanting "God kills soldiers because America loves faggots."

I try to ignore them, but the longer they go on the harder it is for me to act like they're not there. I finally lose it and start yelling at them. Mickey is behind me trying to stop me from doing or something I shouldn't. I don't listen to him.

I am held back from bashing their heads in with Jesus by an officer from the Military he asks me to stand down or he'll tell my commanding officer and expose me to the MPs. Mickey steps in.

"Let's go home. We'll do more damage if we have a plan. Let's go home and make one."

I sulk all the way home. Mickey squeezes my hand twice, but mostly he's quiet. I wonder what he's thinking about. Those assholes ruined a perfectly good day and I have to do something. They're homophobic trash and they need to be taught a lesson.

I beeline straight for the Milkovich gun cabinet which is surprisingly empty, it's never been empty. I got to get fucking weapons, grenades would work. I knock on Mandy's door. Kenyatta answers.

"Do you have any armor piercing ammo?"

"Why?"

"Cause I fucking need some that's why."

"Yo, you need to get your bitch in line, man," Kenyatta said over me.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do. We're going to call up some guys I know, they're veterans who are sick of this shit just like us. They'll fight with us. And then we'll burn down that whole fucking church with all the homophobic trash inside."

(Ian's Imagination) Mickey and I are standing outside the church kissing, and holding each other close. I am pawing at his jeans ready to get into them as the Southboro Baptist Church burns behind me. The heat from the flames is making me fucking horny. The screams of the homophobic assholes sounds like music to my ears.

I bite Mickey's neck. He whimpers. He whispers in my ear how fucking proud he is to see those fuckers burn like the sinners they are. They have the nerve to call us the sinners for who we love. Fuck them. They're the real sinners. They deserve to fucking die.

"Yo, Private Ryan, I have a plan," says Mickey shaking me away from my day dream. I didn't realize I was holding a fucking shot gun. Mickey takes the gun from me and hands it to Mandy. Mickey gives my bicep a squeeze. I look at him. "Why don't we frame that stupid fucking preacher?"

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"We catch him being sucked off by a dude and post it on the internet. That'll teach him."

I kiss Mickey quickly and stroke his hair. That's fucking genius. I kiss Mickey again. He grips me and pulls me in close. He puts his head on my shoulder and rubs my hair.

"Feel better?" Mickey asks me.

"You're the best," I whisper. I love you.

"How can I help?" Mandy asks.

"You can lure that preacher here."

"What if he won't come?" Mandy asks.

"Drug the fuck out of him. What the fuck do I care?"

I release Mickey to hug Mandy. I give her a big kiss on the cheek which I know would piss of Kenyatta but he wouldn't dare challenge Mickey again. I release, "Let's get Ryan to help."

"Sure, man, whatever you want," Mickey says.

I start calling up the guys I know who I met through a regular at the club. Mickey called Ryan who showed up first. Mickey was so happy to see him that he practically suffocated him with the hug he gave him. Mickey pulls Ryan aside after he greets me to fill him in on the plan.

My friends arrive. Mickey is hesitant with them at first.

"I don't give a fucking shit who any of you assholes are. I just want to make one thing very fucking clear, Ian is with me."

"Mick."

"What? They need to fucking know."

"Mickey, why don't you just fucking pee around him?" Ryan asks as he walks in late. I take a fucking leap over some furniture to hug him. Mickey grabs me by the collar and pulls me back. He hugs Ryan first, then allows me to hug him the three of us hug.

"You're a fucking fat ass," Mickey says with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, but I'm your fat ass," Ryan says with a playful smile.

"Can we get this show on the road?" Asks one of my army buddies. Mickey hangs back to explain everything to Ryan. He sends me away.

"Your boyfriend is sexy," one of the guys whispers.

"Yeah, I wouldn't kick him out of bed," says another.

"You're fucking shitting me," says Ryan, looking my way. I meet his eyes. There is pity there and it makes me wonder what they're talking about. Ryan comes over and pats me on the back, before Mandy comes in.

"So who's blowing the pastor?" Mickey asks.

"You've got to be kidding?"

"You ain't fucking here to watch or ogle Ian," Mickey states.

"Jesus, Mickey," I say.

"What? The sooner they know their fucking place the better."

"This is fucked up."

There is some debate for a while until the Asian volunteers to suck the pastor off. I would have done it but Mickey shot that idea down quickly. Mandy comes in without him. But it isn't long until the preacher shows up too. We hide. It's hard to hide Ryan because he's so big, but we manage it. Mandy starts giving the preacher a hand job to get him started then my Army pal takes over.

We soon come out snapping photos. Mickey's idea was wonderful. I want to kiss him so hard for this. When it's all over I lean over the preacher. He has fear in his eyes. "Never fucking protest another military funeral or we'll make things worse for you."

He nods. Mickey grabs him by his stupid collar and drags him outside. He proceeds to kick out my friends, especially the better looking of the three. He slams the door in their faces. "Fuck those guys."

"You're such an asshole," I say sitting down on the couch. Mandy sits beside me.

"Don't tell Kenyatta about this," Mandy says.

"He lays another finger on you I'm going to make sure no one finds his fucking body," Mickey says angrily, "and fuck you."

"You acted really jealous and possessive."

Ryan sat down on the couch between me and Mandy. Mickey shook his head. I followed him with my eyes to Svetlana's bedroom. She's not home. She's out with Nika. Mickey comes out back with a pillow and blanket.

"Here," he hands them to Ryan.

"Thanks," Ryan says.

"You better fucking be here when I wake up," Mickey growls.

He's deliberately ignoring me.

"I will," Ryan says.

"Those guys weren't interested in me. You were being an asshole for no reason."

"Everyone's interested in you, Ian."

"No they're not. They told me that they thought you were sexy, but I didn't get jealous."

I stand up and walk over to where Mickey is. I put my hands on his hips and put my head on his shoulder. I kiss him gently. Mickey pulls away. He looks over at Ryan. I can't stand it when he does shit like this. I roll my eyes and back away from him. If that's how he's going to be then fine, I'll let him fucking get over this.

Jealousy has never looked good on Mickey. He's too insecure sometimes. I didn't find a single one of those guys attractive and Mickey gets bent out of shape just because I know them, they're gay, and one of them was conventionally good looking.

I start on the dishes in the sink. No one is going to fucking do them. I make enough noise to cover up the chatter coming from the living room. I want Mickey to know I'm as equally mad at him as he is at me. He just keeps drinking with Ryan and ignores me completely. Asshole.

Mandy touches my shoulders and pokes me in the ass. I smile at her. She strokes my arm and leans against me like the boyfriend/girlfriend we were before Mickey came out and we made it official.

"Are you okay?" Mandy asks me, giving my ass a squeeze, "You were really upset today."

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You wanted to kill those guys, Ian."

"I was angry. I'm over it, really."

She strokes my arm again. I dry my hands off to touch her face. Kenyatta is off work. He sees me and Mandy in the kitchen and shakes his head. I know exactly what he's thinking, but he wouldn't do a thing with Mickey around if he is smart at all.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mandy asks.

"Yeah, now go to him before he gets mad," I tell him.

"Mickey will calm down. Just don't press the issue."

I nod.

After I finish the dishes I prepare for bed. I start by making the bed so that the covers won't be all tangled. Mickey hates that. I fluff the pillows on Mickey's side. He comes in when I am about to climb into bed.

"You scared the fucking shit out of me today."

"So I've been told. I'm sorry. I was fucking angry. We all get angry. Remember when Frank walked in on us and you wanted to kill him? This was no different."

"You have a point, I guess. But you're not me. You're nice and shit."

I stifle a laugh. Mickey slaps my ass as he slides under the covers with me. I pull him in close to spoon. I am the big spoon. Mickey kisses my hand.

"I'm not apologizing for claiming you in front of those guys."

"I didn't expect you too."

I would have been surprised if he did. I kiss Mickey's neck. Neither one of us are in the mood to fuck tonight. We just spoon. Mickey whispers to me before we go to sleep.

"You're my boyfriend."

"I know."

"We're family."

"I know."

Fuck I love you.