It Was Only A Kiss

by nostalgic90s

Summary:

Ian misses Mickey. Lip isn't doing good in college. Both Gallaghers take to drinking at the Alibi, resulting in Ian making a terrible mistake. Does Ian's actions ruin his relationship with his older brother? Or does it strengthen it?

Notes:

Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss~

Gah, can't get that song out of my head. But it inspired me for the title and how I wanted to shape the first chapter.

Chapter 1

The Alibi is packed, possibly beyond the legal limit. The sounds of laughter and music float down the streets, enough to catch a passerby’s attention. The dirty blonde, curly haired individual looked up and focused on the glass windows. Definitely packed. Definitely a party of some kind….

“Huh, wonder what they’re celebrating?” He mumbled to himself. It had to be a birthday because the drunken patrons were wearing those corny plastic hats with colorful streamers hanging down. Then again, the shenanigans that took place in the Alibi could warrant any unusual dress wear. He took a long drag of his cigarette and debated on going home or….

Two men barge through the front door while another is literally tossed onto the cold pavement. A big, brooding man steps out of the bar and balls up his fists. “No money. No alcohol. Get the fuck out of here!”

The man scrambles to his feet and races down the sidewalk to catch up with his friends.

“Oh! Hey what’s up Lip?” Kevin finally noticed the younger male hovering near the windows.

“Yo, what’s with the party inside? Somebody’s birthday?” Lip took a drag of his cigarette, blue eyes glancing from Kevin and then to the window.

“It’s Svetlana’s birthday! Me and V got a sitter for the girls and Yevgeny, so we could help her celebrate tonight. They’re both TRASHED! And Svetlana keeps yelling at me in Russian.” Kevin shook his head, he was slightly annoyed that he did end up babysitting one way or another. “Hey do you know Russian?”

“Uh, no, sorry man my Russian is rusty. I’m afraid I only know the swear words.” Lip finished his cigarette and flicked it onto the sidewalk before stepping on it.

“Yeah, so does Svetlana.” Kevin sighed and turned around to grab the door handle. “Oh Ian’s inside too if you were looking for him.”

Lip knew better then to go inside the bar and it wasn’t as though Kevin was pressuring him…. But the innocent remark had dire consequences. “Yeah, alright I’ll go check him out.”

“Now you’re talking!” Kevin grinned and he pulled the front door open.

Lip followed the taller man inside the bar. Right away he came face-to-face with a vast sea of drunks. Most were shouting and cheering for V and Svetlana to take belly shots off an overweight man, whom was lying on a table with his shirt unbuttoned. The unsightly belly fat and hairy chest made Lip shudder, obviously the two women were too drunk to notice. Lip leaned up on his tiptoes to search the crowd for his brother and he spotted him, the only redhead, at the corner of the room. Lip pushed past people and had to step around some that were dancing, sort of. “Hey beautiful can I buy you a drink?” Lip purposely spoke an octave lower when addressing his younger brother.

Ian had a beer in his hand and he was staring down at the tabletop with a solemn expression. Upon hearing the voice, he shook his head. “No thanks man, I’m not looking to-“ Ian trailed off when he lifted his hazel-green eyes and saw his brother smirking at him. “Lip?!” Ian set his beer down and he got up from the table. He raised his arms and embraced the other male.

The amused smirk never left and he reached up and hugged Ian back. “Got cha. Geez you must be in a bad mood if you wouldn’t let a random guy buy you a drink.”

Ian laughed and pulled back from the hug. “You know me, fuck em’ first then worry about drinks later.”

Lip chuckled and he motioned to the seats. “You alone?”

Ian sat back down and nodded. “Yeah uh, me and Trevor….well I’m not sure what’s going to happen now.”

“Ooh, you told him about Mickey huh?” Lip sat down across from Ian.

“Yeah, I feel like an asshole….” Ian looked down at the tabletop.

“You did ditch your boyfriend for your ex to go on a road trip across the country. I’d say that qualifies you as a big, fucking, asshole of a boyfriend.” Lip pulled out his pack of cigarettes.

“Sheesh, thanks that makes me feel a whole lot better.” Ian said sarcastically.

Using a lighter, Lip propped the cigarette into his mouth and lit it. He tucked the lighter back into his pocket before exhaling a cloud of smoke. “You’re a big boy, you don’t need me or anyone to tell you otherwise. You’re gonna feel like a piece of shit for a while but it’ll eventually pass.”

“What would you do? I mean…” Ian glanced at the cigarette. “If you were me?”

“I’d get shit faced like V and Svetlana over there.” Lip saw where Ian’s gaze was and he leaned over and held the cigarette out to his brother.

Ian took the offered cigarette and took a drag. “Yeah? Maybe I’ll do just that but…..are you sure you should be here Lip?”

“Yeah, I’m good….I haven’t had a drink in two weeks.” Lip shrugged but that was a bullshit lie, he drank a few nights ago and woke up in the subway train with no memory. Thankfully, he had his cellphone and wallet on him still.

“That’s good to hear.” Ian flicked the cigarette ash into a small plastic cup. “How’s everything going-“

“LIIIPPPPPPPP!” V stumbled forward with her arms outstretched.

Lip quickly turned in his seat to catch V. “Holy shit, you okay?” Lip was alarmed.

“Yeah I’m fiiiiiiiine honey.” V gripped Lip’s shoulders and pushed herself up onto her feet, although she swayed slightly. “It’s my wife’s birthday! Take a birthday shot with us Lip! We haven’t seen you in weeks.” V slapped her hand to Lip’s shoulder.

Ian glanced from V and then to Lip, paying close attention to Lip’s expression.

Lip felt a light wave of anxiety wash over him. He wanted to drink, oh God he fucking needed some alcohol in his life…. Things weren’t going too great with his new roommate, and some asshole stole most of his clothes last week. He was in a shitty situation but it wasn’t an excuse to drink…. “If you insist.” Lip grinned and he stood up from his chair. He held his arm out to V.

V linked her right arm with Lip’s left. “Such a gentleman. Come on Ian you too! Birthday shots WHOOO!!!”

Ian laughed and shook his head. “Alright I’m coming.”

“That’s what HE said.” Lip chimed in.

“HAH! That’s what he said! Omg you’re so funny!” V burst into a fit of giggles.

Ian rolled his eyes and he got up from his seat to follow the two to the center of the floor where Svetlana was passing out shot glasses full of whiskey.

As soon as Svetlana spotted Ian and Lip, she shouted at them in Russian.

Lip and Ian couldn't tell if she was greeting them in a friendly manner or if she was cursing at them in anger; she was always shouting, didn't matter if it was English or Russian.

"Shots. You drink yeah?" Svetlana pushed two shot glasses into Lip's hand and two more into Ian's hand. "My birthday so we drink to me!"

V raised her drink. "To Svetlana!"

Lip and Ian looked at each other with a grin. Both Gallaghers raised their drinks, "To Svetlana!" they shouted at the same time.

They all shoved their drinks together, clinking in unison.

The bar stayed open well past 2:30AM, some people went home while others passed out underneath tables or in the bathrooms. Just a dozen people or so were still partying. 14 shots and 5 beers later, Lip Gallagher found himself dancing on top of the counter with Svetlana.

"WOO work it!" V threw a handful of bills at the two.

Svetlana was moving her hips with the R & B song playing, and she purposely thrust her ass against the younger male's crotch.

Lip was enjoying this, he always found Svetlana attractive and holy shit she knew how to move her hips. Lip pushed his hips against that plump rear, he was dangerously close to developing a hard on. But that didn't happen because the alcohol had Lip seeing double. He misjudged the distance on the counter and took one too many steps to the side before falling off.

Ian was sitting at a table and nursing a beer. Unlike his brother, Ian limited the amount of drinks he consumed. He had work in the afternoon and didn't want to go on shift with a hangover. He would've left a long time ago if it wasn't for Lip. He was pretty sure his brother blacked out hours ago, judging by his slurring and staggering. Ian watched as Lip stumbled off the counter and went crashing onto the floor head first. Ian laughed and he shook his head. "Okay I think that's our cue to leave." Ian stood up from his seat and he grabbed his and Lip's jacket off the chair.

"Aww already?" V fake pouted.

"Yeah, I got work in 12 hours and I'm sure Lip has an early class." Ian walked over to where Lip was laying.

Lip groaned and he rolled over onto his back to stare up at Ian. "Fuck that hurt."

"I bet." Ian held out his hand.

Lip took it and he hoisted himself up onto his feet. "Wow...what's with the uneven floor?"

"That's just the alcohol. The floor is fine." Ian said and he slipped one sleeve of the jacket on Lip, followed by the other. Then he went around to the front and zipped the jacket up. "You should probably lean on me, unless you wanna fight the floor again."

"Man fuck this uneven floor." Lip raised his left arm and draped it over Ian's shoulders.

"Yeah fuck the floor, fuck the police!" Ian said with an amused smirk. He was going to tease Lip about this later. He wrapped his right arm around Lip's lower back to steady him. "Goodnight V and happy birthday Svetlana, thanks for the drinks."

Svetlana was sitting on the bar counter and she raised a bottle of Vodka when Ian addressed her. "Thank you freckled ginger boy." She added something in Russian.

Ian didn't know what was said in Russian but he nodded and then steered his brother towards the door.

The two brothers were walking down the street, slowly making their way back to the house.

"Man...fuck Mickey, and his sister Mandy. Fuck. Them. Both." Lip said, his voice rose with anger.

"Yeah man whatever you say." Ian rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious!" Lip turned to look at Ian. "Mickey's dumb ass choices landed him in prison. Then he expected you to wait for him all those years, only for him to make ANOTHER stupid mistake. He asked you to leave your family and home behind Ian. What kinda selfish prick DOES that?"

Ian didn't respond. His heart ached when he thought about Mickey. What Lip was saying was true, but that didn't mean he had to agree with it.

"And Mandy....fucking Mandy is as stupid as her brother." Lip's tone was bitter.

Ian could sense something was bothering Lip, and he was using anger to cope. "Yeah, how'd we ever get mixed up with the Milkovich family?"

"Bad parenting." Lip said with a laugh.

Ian smiled, his brother was witty as ever, even when intoxicated.

They make it back to the house around 4:00AM. Ian unlocks the door and tries to get Lip inside as quietly as possible.

By now Lip was staggering badly and his eyelids drooped, he was ready to pass out. He mumbled a few incoherent slurs, nothing that made sense.

Ian half carried, and half dragged his older brother up the stairs. He guided him to his room and barely got him to the bed before Lip collapsed, with his upper body on the bed and his lower half on the floor. Ian sighed and he climbed onto the bed before gripping Lip by his arms. The redhead grunted and pulled the unconscious male further up onto the bed, until his feet dangled over the edge. Ian flopped down beside his brother, panting lightly from all the effort it took to haul Lip home. "Shit you're one heavy guy. Next time I'm leaving your drunk ass at the bar." Ian turned his head to look at Lip.

Lip was fast asleep, with his lips partially open and curls hanging loosely over his forehead.

"....How is it you look like a fucking angel when you're sleeping?" Ian gave an exasperated sigh.

Of course, Lip didn't respond to any of Ian's comments.

Ian found his gaze hovering on his brother's lips. He was surprised how plump and full they were, unlike Ian who was blessed with unfortunately thin lips. That was one of his favorite things about Mickey, his luscious pink lips...Oh how that mouth could do wonders. "Mickey...." Ian felt a weight on his chest. He was still focused on Lip's mouth, it really had the similar shape and color as Mickey's lips.

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the loneliness. Maybe Ian missed Mickey Milkovich so much that he was able to blur out Lip's face and replace it with the raven-haired male that stole his heart and fled to Mexico. But what happened next was unexpected and guided by sheer impulse.

Ian leaned closer and he tilted his head, closing the gap between his and Lip's mouth.

They were softer then Ian expected and slightly chapped. Ian could taste alcohol and cigarettes, something that was so Lip Gallagher. It was oddly appealing.

Ian pulled back slowly but he stopped when he saw Lip's eyes were open and staring right at him.

Oh fuck.

Chapter 2

Summary:

Ian realizes he developed some very unhealthy and inappropriate feelings towards Lip Gallagher.

Hazel blue eyes stare into a pair of green.

Ian swallows the nervous lump forming in his throat. "Lip-"

Lip suddenly leaned forward and he attacked Ian with an aggressive kiss. The older sibling slips his right hand behind Ian's head and he holds him in place. Eyes close and lips part.

Ian was startled by the action. Sheer panic fills his eyes. He tried to pull away but Lip's firm grip prevented him from doing so.

Lip tilted his head and he forced his tongue inside Ian's mouth.

Ian made sounds of protest.

Lip raised his other hand and he gently placed it on Ian's right cheekbone.

Ian's heart is fluttering. To be honest, Lip was really good with his tongue... It doesn't come as a surprise, Lip was far more experienced. Ian relaxes slightly. He lets Lip slide that wet pink muscle around his mouth, tasting every inch of the redhead's warm mouth. Ian gave in to the sensation and he tilted his head, his lips matching those of his brother.

The two continue the intense make-out session before Lip pulls back to breathe. When he does, he mumbles "Mandy..."

Ian's eyes widen when he heard the name.

Shit. Lip was really fucking wasted.

Ian took the opportunity to shove Lip away before climbing over him and getting off the bed.

Lip reached out and grabbed Ian by his wrist. "Wait...." It came out as a painful groan, as though he were sick.

Ian jerked his wrist away and left the bedroom. Right now the redhead can't be in the same room as Lip, not while he's blank mode. He ends up crashing on the couch downstairs but has trouble staying asleep. He cursed under his breath and gave up. He laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling, waiting patiently for the sun to rise. Ian tried to rationalize what just happened... It was definitely the alcohol that played a key role in the kiss, and maybe a little bit of lonliness. Ian regretted it instantly and he was ashamed for having taken advantage of his brother in his current state. The most exasperating thing about it all was that Ian actually enjoyed the kiss. He actually, fucking, liked his brother's tongue in his mouth.

"The fuck is wrong with me?" Ian mumbled. He rolled over onto his side and curled up. He felt sick, both literally and figuratively. He prayed to whatever God was listening that his older brother wouldn't remember anything, that way, Ian could pretend like it never happened.

A few hours pass and Fiona is the first one up. She showers first and goes downstairs to make a full pot of coffee. "No Trevor?" She asks, when walking past the couch.

Ian sits slowly, there are thick dark circles under his eyes. "Nope, guess not." He gets up from the couch and walks into the kitchen.

"Aww, you two get into a fight?" Fiona flips the switch and the coffee maker starts gurggling to life.

"Something like that. I dunno, I'll give him a few days to cool down." Ian leans against the counter.

"Oh. So YOU did something bad?" Fiona puts two slices of bread into the toaster.

"Uhh...yeah." Ian avoids her gaze.

Knowing her brother didn't want to talk about it, Fiona left it at that. "LIAM!" Fiona shouts and she looks directly up towards the ceiling. "Frank is gonna be here soon to walk you to school, hurry it up slow poke!"

There is movement upstairs, as though someone is getting ready.

"Heh....still can't believe that asshole actually did something good for his kids." Ian commented.

"Kid. Singular. Frank hasn't done shit for anyone else." Fiona corrected. When the toaster spits up the slightly burnt bread, Fiona begins to spread grape jelly on them. She hands one to Ian.

Ian takes the toast. "Thanks." He took a bite. "You look nice. Being a manager and business owner really suits you."

"Thank you!" Fiona beamed with pride. She took a bite of her toast and filled two coffee mugs.

"Whatcha cook?" Debbie asked. She entered the kitchen in her pajamas with her baby in her arms.

"Nothing, just toast. We're out of eggs and milk." Fiona reaches into her pocket and holds out a $10 dollar bill.

"Okay I'll grab some today." Debbie takes the money.

"Franny!" Ian held out his arms.

Debbie passed her infant to Ian. "I'm gonna shower, watch her for a minute?" Debbie asked.

"Sure." Ian cooed and kissed the baby on her forehead. "Franny, Franny, could I call ya Sandy?" Ian was singing.

Debbie smiled and rolled her eyes. She took off back upstairs to shower up.

"Here." Fiona held Ian's coffee out to him.

Ian shifted Franny into hs left arm and he took the ceramic mug. He took a drink and sighed with content afterwards. "God that's amazing."

"Mmm what are you cooking?" Said a tired Lip Gallagher. He was standing in the kitchen entryway with just a pair of trunks on and his socks.

"Just toast, we don't have any breakfast meats. I'll try to pick something up today after work." Fiona said.

Ian tried not to stare at Lip. He still felt a little weird about what happened earlier...

Lip saw Franny and he grinned. "Hey there cutie." He walked over and he reached up and put his hand on Ian's shoulder. Then he leaned down and planted a kiss on Franny's chubby cheek.

The baby cooed and grabbed one of Lip's curls.

"Ah!! Franny no, Franny let go." Lip reached up to pry her hand off his hair.

Ian's heart was fluttering. He could feel the heat radiating off of Lip's bare chest. He was so close...Ian could smell Lip and instead of smelling like a hangover, he smelled like sweat and cigarettes. Odd combination but pleasant to the redhead. He was almost tempted to lean over and smell Lip's hair but he refrained.

After getting his hair free, Lip went over and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"What time are your classes today? Do you need money for the subway train?" Fiona inquired.

"Naa I got it covered sis, thanks. No classes till the afternoon, I got plenty of time to shower up and catch the metro." Lip poured creamer and sugar into his coffee before stirring and then drinking.

"Shit, I'm gonna be late. See you two later." Fiona drank her coffee up quickly and set it down.

"Seeya." Ian and Lip said at the same time.

Fiona walked over and kissed Franny on the forehead. Then she grabbed her purse and jacket before heading out the front door.

"So uh, what happened last night?" Lip glanced at Ian. "Last thing I remember is singing happy birthday to Svetlana."

"No shit? You blacked out pretty early then." Ian said. He focused on Franny and played with the little tufts of hair she had. "You did some stripper dance moves with Svetlana, then fell off the bar counter. I helped your drunk ass stagger home and I put you to bed."

"Hah, that explains why my face hurts." Lip laughed in amusement. "Too many shots....gotta lay off the vodka. Gives me weird dreams."

"Oh yeah?" Ian glanced at lip.

"Yeah, I had a dream I was making out with Mandy Milkovich." Lip rolled his eyes with a smile. "Haven't thought about her in awhile."

Ian's heart skipped a beat. "Some dream, wish I could dream of Mickey."

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to bring up anything uncessary." Lip apologized.

"No it's fine. Hey I gotta get ready for work. Debbie is in the shower, can you take Franny?" Ian walked over to his older brother.

"Yeah, yeah, no problem." Lip set his cup down. He raised both hands and carefully placed them on Franny's sides, his hands brushed Ian's.

Ian ignored how his hands tingled when Lip touched them. As soon as Franny was safely in Lip's arms, Ian turned and left the kitchen. He raced upstairs and went straight for the bedroom. He closed the door behind him and locked it. Ian glanced around and he saw Lip's jacket on the bedroom floor. Ian went over and picked it up before walking to the bed and sitting down. Ian unzipped his pants and tugged them down to reveal a fully erect cock. Ian wrapped his right hand around the throbbing member and he started stroking himself. Ian lifted the jacket to his face and he nuzzled his nose against the soft fabric; alcohol, cigarettes, and Lip. Ian closed his eyes and inhaled the intoxicating scent. He pictured the kiss in his mind and how forceful Lip was...that kind of aggressiveness was hot.

"Mmm...." Ian stroked faster and he started bucking his hips against his own hand. Ian imagined Lip on his stomach with his ass in the air, begging for Ian to fuck him.

Ian grits his teeth and he covered his face with Lip's jacket to stifle his moan. His hips gave a few violent jerks as he came all over himself. Ian rode the climax out until his cock grew soft in his hands. Ian lowered the jacket and he glanced down to see his hand and cock covered in cum.

Shit.

Ian was royally screwed.

Notes:

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Chapter 3

Summary:

Ian is in desperate need of a distraction.

Ian Gallagher has a difficult time focusing on work, well, focusing on anything really. He manages to get through his 12 hour shifts but people notice he’s often dazed, as though constantly daydreaming about something, or someone. Thankfully, Lip stays at the dorms but that doesn't mean he's left the redhead's thoughts. Truth be told, he's masturbated to the thought of Lip Gallagher for the past few nights. He knows it's wrong... God, he's ashamed and embarrassed. He can’t seem to remove the aggressive kiss from his mind and how much control Lip had over him in that one, passionate moment. This prompts him to reach out to Trevor after five days.

Ian swallows a nervous lump in his throat when he calls his ex-boyfriend.

The line rings several times, then it clicks and Trevor answers, "Hello?"

"H-hi....it's me." Ian says, clearly nervous.

There is a small pause.... Then Trevor speaks up. "Hey, how are you?"

Really fucking bad... I wanna kill myself. This is what Ian would've said, but he kept that thought to himself. "I'm okay, work is keeping me busy....How are you doing?"

"I'm well enough, staying busy with the new runaway minors heh...some have tried to hit on me, but they're just babies. I only want what's best for them, ya know?" Trevor says.

"Totally understand, if I was a hormonal teenage runaway...I'd wanna bang you too." Ian followed up with a chuckle.

Trevor is silent.

Ian feels his stomach turn into tight, painful knots.

After, a REALLY long pause, Trevor speaks. "You want to see me?"

Ian responds without hesitation, "Yes...But I know I can't expect you to forgive me... And that's fine. I understand if you'd rather-"

"Come over tonight, after 10:00pm." Trevor says.

Ian feels his heart skip a beat. "Yeah? Ok....See ya later then."

"See ya." Trevor says, before ending the call.

Ian sighs...That was a relief. Trevor still liked him, or so Ian hoped. He glanced at his phone; he still had a few hours of work left. He settles back in his seat and looks over to his partner. “Thanks for letting me make the call Sue. I know I shouldn’t make personal calls on the job, I’m sorry.”

Sue rolls her dark brown eyes and glances at Ian. “You’ve been wearing that sad, mopey face for a couple of days. You look a lot better now though. Everything’s good between you and Trevor I take it?”

“Yeah, I think it will be.” Ian smiles as he tucks his phone away.

After work ends, Ian clocks out at around 6:30pm and catches a cab home. He showers up and throws in a pair of jeans, a gray t-shirt, and his black converse shoes. He grabbed his faded green jacket and put it on, before zipping it up; it was starting to get cold during the evenings. Ian descended the stairs, just as Debbie was walking up with Franny.

“Where are you going?” Debbie asked, pausing in the middle of the staircase.

“Trevor’s house. I’ll probably end up staying the night.” Ian said and he quickly leaned over and kissed Franny on the cheek, pulling away immediately before she could grab his hair.

“Oh how cute! You two kissed and made up huh?” Debbie grinned.

“Something like that. Don’t wait up.” Ian turned around and went down the remaining steps. He left the house and walked. He chose a long route and walked past a number of stores and old homes. Twice he stopped to smoke a cigarette, only because he had time to kill. At some point, he arrived at his destination and it was almost 10:00pm. Shit it was cold outside, Ian’s face and hands were turning numb. He regretted not wearing a thick sweater underneath his jacket. The redhead pushed past the metal gate and went up to the front door. He knocked twice and waited.

Trevor opened the door, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweats with a yellow Nike sign on the sides.

Ian looked Trevor up and down, “Hey, sorry it’s a little early but I-“

Without warning, Trevor reached out and grabbed Ian by the collar of his jacket. The shorter male pulled Ian inside the house and he shoved his lips against the other’s own.

Ian’s heart fluttered underneath his chest and he wrapped his arms around Trevor’s warm torso, returning the kiss with eager enthusiasm.

Trevor twitched and he jerked his body away from Ian’s touch, having to break away from the kiss with a laugh. “Your hands are cold! Get em’ off me.” He playfully shoved Ian away and then stepped around him to shut the door.

Ian laughed and raised his hands to his mouth to blow hot air on them. “Hah, sorry. Kind of a long walk.”

“You should’ve told me you were walking, I could’ve picked you up.” Trevor steps up to Ian and wraps his arms around the taller male’s waist. He held him close and stared up into those piercing green eyes with fond interest. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Ian wrapped his arms around Trevor, being careful to avoid touching his back with his cold hands. “I’m sorry….I know I fucked up. Do you think we can we try again?”

Trevor studied Ian’s face and he searched those eyes for any hint of deceit. Finding none, Trevor leaned up and he pressed a gentle kiss to Ian’s lips. “Mmm does that answer your question?”

Fuck yes.

Ian squeezes Trevor and he reaches down to grope his ass. “Yes.” Ian tilted his head slightly and he kissed Trevor, tongue flicking out to slide along those sweet lips.

Trevor groaned into the kiss and he pulled Ian by his jacket, guiding him to the back bedroom.

Ian gladly follows the other male into the bedroom. In a matter of seconds, and in between kissing, Ian manages to strip all his clothes off.

Trevor does the same, and he removes his sweatpants and underwear until he’s completely naked.

Ian puts a hand behind Trevor’s neck and he pulls him in close, giving him another kiss before mumbling, “Top or bottom?”

“Mmm….” Trevor hums against the kiss, considering the question. “I’ll top tonight.”

Ian nods and he slides both hands down to rest on Trevor’s hips. Ian walks backwards towards the bed and he pulls the other male along with him. The two men’s lips never part, and they kiss each other like long lost lovers. As soon as Ian’s legs touch the bed, he lays down on his back and he pulls Trevor with him.

Trevor climbs on top of Ian and he rests a leg on either side of the other male’s waist. Trevor grinds his hips, rubbing his silicon 8-inch dick against Ian’s 9-inch hard on. “Someone’s happy to see me.” Trevor teased.

Ian shivers at the touch; he’s already dripping with pre-cum. “Can you blame him? I mean me.” Ian leaned up on his elbows, eyes never leaving Trevor’s face.

Trevor leans down and he cups Ian’s face. Then he nuzzles his lips against the other’s before whispering, “Turn around then, I’ll show you how much I missed you~”

The words travel right down to Ian’s cock, making it twitch and throb for attention. “Fuck…..” Ian tilted his head and kissed Trevor again. He pushed himself up into a sitting position.

Trevor smiled against the kiss and he climbed off Ian when he sat up. The curly haired brunette walked over to his nightstand and picked up a bottle of lube.

Ian turned around and got on his hands and knees.

Trevor returned to the bed and he stood at the very end, admiring Ian’s ass from behind. He whistled, while opening the cap to the bottle. He was purposely taking his time.

Ian laughed lightly and he glanced over his shoulder. His eyes traveled to Trevor’s hands.

Trevor poured a generous amount of clear colored liquid into his right hand. Then he capped the bottle and tossed it onto the bed. He moved up to Ian’s ass and he gripped the left cheek, spreading it just a bit to expose Ian’s hole. He pressed his left palm against the opening, making sure to smear the lubricant all around.

Ian bit down on his bottom lip and he trembled slightly, the liquid felt cold.

Trevor smirked and he pressed his thumb against Ian’s hole. He moved it around in slow circles, massaging the tight ring.

“Fuck.” Ian gripped the blankets underneath him. “Hurry up! Quit teasing me.”

“Oh but you deserve it. I'm willing to give you another chance but that doesn’t mean I forgive you just yet.” Trevor pushed his thumb inside Ian.

Ian sucked in a breath and he closed his eyes. “Okay….I deserve this…” Ian admitted in hushed tone.

“Mhmm.” Trevor was satisfied with Ian’s response. He twisted his thumb and moved it in and out in slow strokes, while stretching Ian’s hole just a bit.

Ian shivered and remained quiet, letting Trevor do whatever he pleased.

Deciding he was done teasing, Trevor pulled his thumb out and he stepped forward, placing a hand on each of Ian’s thighs. He grinded his hips forward, rubbing the tip of his cock between Ian’s cheeks.

Ian rolled his hips against Trevor’s cock, playfully wiggling his hips for the other male.

“That ass….” Trevor licked his lips. He slid one hand down and groped Ian’s left butt cheek. Using his right hand, Trevor guided the tip of his cock to Ian’s entrance and he poked and prodded the area. Trevor brushed his hand against the lubed up area and rubbed some up and down his cock. “You ready babe?”

“Yes, I’m ready.” Ian could barely speak. He wanted to curse and yell at Trevor for teasing him this long, but he refrained from doing so.

Hearing the confirmation, Trevor gripped Ian’s hips and he gently pushed his hips forward. The tip of his cock pushed inside Ian. Trevor gently nudged himself inside, inch by inch, past the tight ring of muscle.

Ian tensed up but he forced himself to focus on his breathing. He wasn’t used to being on the bottom, this was only his 4th time doing it. “Nnnn~” His jaw clenched and he squeezed his eyes shut.

Trevor moved slowly, and as gently as possible, until he was fully sheathed inside Ian. He waited for a few moments for Ian to adjust.

Ian could tell Trevor was waiting for him to get use the feeling, what a gentleman. Ian leaned forward, allowing himself to slide off Trevor’s cock and then he pushed back, feeling the hard length slide back in. “Ohh…” He let out a content moan and repeated the motion.

Trevor smirked, if that wasn’t the fucking hottest thing he’d ever seen… and Ian’s voice was incredibly sexy. Trevor began to match Ian’s movements and he would push his hips forward every time Ian slid back on his cock.

Ian was in heaven. It hurt a little at first but Trevor’s gentle pace helped Ian ease into it. He kept his eyes closed while lowering his upper body to the bed, so that he was laying down with his ass up in the air; he was giving Trevor full access, and a nice view.

Trevor groaned at the sight. He squeezed Ian’s ass and began to move his hips in a circular motion, his cock grinded around Ian’s tight walls.

“Fuck….” Ian’s fingers curled up in the blankets. He was happy Trevor took him back, he was going to work really hard on making it up to him. If they could fuck every single day then it would help Ian get a certain someone out of his mind….

A certain someone.

Shit.

Ian mentally cursed at himself for thinking about Lip Gallagher, his own fucking brother for Christ sake. Lip wasn’t gay and even if he was…. There was no way Lip would be as gentle as Trevor. No, the guy would be rough and he would make it hurt. Ian conjured up the image of Lip bending over him and violently bucking his hips against Ian’s ass, while his fingernails clawed into Ian’s back. Ian recalled how Lip would mark up Mandy up hickies, oh, how wonderful it would be to have Lip mark his body up like that.

Well, Ian was already beyond the point of no return.

The redhead slid his hands to the edge of the bed and gripped. He started rocking his hips faster, “Nnn….harder.” Ian begged, a moan following. In Ian’s head, it wasn’t Trevor fucking him, it was his brother Lip Gallagher.

Trevor squeezed Ian’s hips, he was trying to be careful but also tried to keep up with Ian’s increased pace. Trevor’s fingernails dug into the sides of Ian’s hips as he gripped tightly, and he grunted with the effort he put into each thrust. He moved just as fast and he angled each thrust, knowing exactly where Ian’s sweet spot was.

The new, rough pace and slight pain in his hips sent Ian reeling over the edge. He reached up, grabbed his own cock, and began to stroke himself. As soon as Trevor’s cock hit his prostate, he was done for. The redhead’s whole body shook with he reached his climax and he let out a lust-fueled moan, his back arching as he painted the bed with cum.

Trevor didn’t stop, he continued to fuck Ian so the other male could enjoy his climax to the fullest.

That was one of the most painful, intense, and pleasurable orgasms Ian ever experienced in his life. He gradually slowed his pace until stopping completely.

Trevor noticed Ian was still, and panting heavily on the bed. This prompted him to pull out of Ian slowly.

A lewd popping noise followed as Trevor’s cock slid out of Ian’s hole.

Ian collapsed onto the bed then. He rolled over onto his back, still panting. “Fuck….”

Trevor smirked and he climbed onto the bed and laid next to Ian. “Looks like you enjoyed yourself.”

“I did, I really did…” Ian turned his head to stare at Trevor. “Cuddle me?”

Trevor laughed, “No, you’re covered in cum. Go wash up first.”

Ian laughed and shrugged. “Okay, be right back.” Ian got up from the bed and he padded silently out of the room and down the hallway. He found the bathroom and flicked the light switch on. As soon as Ian saw the mirror, he quickly looked away. He kept his gaze averted while washing his hands, followed by wiping the mess of his chest with a towel. Right now, Ian couldn’t bear to see his reflection, nor acknowledge the guilt weighing down on his chest.

Notes:

Uh oh, Ian Gallagher is in trouble.

Hehe, hope you guys are enjoying this so far. It's fun to write, I love the Shameless characters ~

Chapter 4

Summary:

Things just keep getting more and more complicated for Ian.

After spending the night at Trevor's house, Ian would wake to breakfast in bed, followed by intense morning sex; Ian was the top this time. Needless to say, breakfast grew cold by the time they finished.

Ian was lounging in a pair of trunks and baggy blue t-shirt. The redhead was seated at the edge of Trevor's bed, munching down on cold toast and bacon. Emerald orbs focused on the brunette male, who's curls stuck out wildly. Ian chuckled.

Trevor was in the process of getting ready. He was pulling up his jeans when he heard the chuckle. He glanced over his shoulder, an eyebrow quirking. "What?"

"Your hair....didn't think it could look crazier then it already is." Ian smirked in amusement.

"You don't like my sex mussed hair?" Trevor left his shirt unbuttoned and walked over to Ian. He placed his hands on the redhead's legs before leaning forward and planting a kiss against the other's lips.

"Mmm..." Ian purred against the kiss before reaching up and sliding his hand behind Trevor's neck, pulling him even closer.

Sensing Ian's impending attack, Trevor quickly placed his hands on Ian's chest and playfully shoved him. "Hey! I have to be at work in 20 minutes." Trevor licked his bottom lip, he could taste grape jelly from kissing Ian.

Ian placed his hands on the bed, not all bothered by the shove. He watched Trevor's tongue. "We could make it a quickie?"

Trevor laughed lightly and shook his head. "We just finished half an hour ago, Jesus Ian.... you were never this horny before."

"Yeah? Well maybe I'm trynna make up for lost time?" Ian ignored the guilty feeling in his chest. It was a lie.... He didn't miss Trevor at all during the week he was with Mickey. Those few days they were on the road...Talk about REALLY making up time. At almost every single restroom stop, Ian would fuck Mickey. Didn't matter if it was in a dirty bathroom, behind a tree, or in the back seat of the car, the two acted like horny teenagers in heat. If only things turned out differently.... If Mickey could've stayed, then maybe the unfortunate event of kissing his brother out of pure loneliness wouldn't have happened. Now here he was, lying to his boyfriend and fantasizing he's fucking someone else. Not just anyone...His own brother, Lip Gallagher. The thought makes Ian feel a little nauseous.

"Lost time....yeah right." Trevor rolled his eyes and looks down to focus on buttoning up his shirt.

Ian set his plate of food down and he stood up from the bed. He walked around Trevor and wrapped his arms around the shorter male. Ian kissed the back of Trevor's neck before resting his chin on a shoulder. Ian sighed softly. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I heard you the first 100 times Ian." Trevor relaxes in Ian's arms and he instinctively leaned against the redhead's chest. "Just don't bring it up again okay? I need to concentrate on work, on the kids I work with. I don't wanna worry about my boyfriend's mistakes."

Ian nodded, the comment stung slightly. "Okay. Promise." Ian planted another kiss against Trevor's neck.

"Ian, I'm gonna be late..." Trevor urged gently. He reached up and pried Ian's arms away.

"Can I see you after work?" Ian let the other male remove his arms and step away.

"I'll let you know... I've been having trouble with two kids, one of them keeps resorting to violence. I think she has issues but if I can't find a place for her tonight, I might have to let her stay here." Trevor finished his shirt and he sat down on the bed to put on a pair of black leather shoes.

"Oh....sounds stressful." Ian sat down next to Trevor and watched him.

"It is, but it's my job...and I love helping the youth. They don't have family and friends to lean on, so that leaves me." Trevor's expression became solemn while he spoke.

Ian could tell Trevor was referring to his own past....he could detect the bitterness in Trevor's words. He helped those kids because nobody helped him, and Ian assumed it had to do with his being a transgender man. Ian never asked about Trevor's past, but the brunette left subtle clues. The topic was very sensitive, which is why Ian didn't pry. He felt bad for Trevor at times. Ian was fortunate that his entire family accepted him for being gay; they offered unconditional love and support. "Hey...Those kids are lucky to have you." Ian reached up and gently squeezed Trevor's shoulder. "Have a good day at work."

"Thanks babe..." Trevor finished slipping both shoes and adjusting the collar of his shirt. He leaned over and kissed Ian on his cheekbone. "Clean up the bed and lock up when you leave okay?" Trevor stood up.

Ian smiled and nodded. "Okay. Seeya."

"Seeya." Trevor smiled back and he turned to grab his car keys off the nightstand. He left his bedroom and made is way to the front door.

Ian heard the front door open and close, followed by a vehicle starting. The redhead rolled over onto his stomach and he finished off the remaining bacon and scrambled eggs. He chugged down half a mug full of cold coffee. Then, Ian took the dirty dishes into the kitchen and deposited them into the sink. Ian made quick work of wrapping the bed sheet and blankets up into a ball. He tossed them in the washer and measured out a cup of laundry detergent. He knew Trevor would stop in at lunch time and throw the wet linen inside the dryer. Ian got ready and slipped on all his clothes. The last item being his shoes and thin zip-up jacket. At least it as warmer now, Ian enjoyed the walk back home.

It was around 10:00am when Ian walked through the front door of the Gallagher house, only to hear shouting from one of the most obnoxious people in the world.

Frank fucking Gallagher.

"Great..." Ian regretted not staying at Trevor's house. He had one more day off but could be called in at any hour. Shit, he really HOPED Sue would call him into work. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with Frank. He was just about to go upstairs when Debbie shouted from the kitchen.

"IAN! I need a favor!" Debbie walked around Frank and rushed to the stairs.

Ian froze. Fuck. He already knew what Debbie was going to ask. He turned to face her, a stern, annoyed look on his face. "No Debbie, it's my day off. I'm not gonna babysit Franny."

"PLEASE!" Debbie begged, she juggled her purse and Franny in both arms; she was dressed in a waitress uniform, indicating Fiona allowed her to keep her job; even though lacked a babysitter half the time.

"What am I? Chopped fucking liver?!" Frank wandered out of the kitchen and towards his children, and one grandchild. "Debs, I told you I can watch Franny. Why are you berating your brother into doing something he clearly has no skill or interest in?"

Debbie huffed up angrily and faced her dad. "You're drunk Frank! I can smell it on your breath. I will NOT let a drunk watch my baby."

Frank rolled his eyes, "I only had a pint Debbie, that's like, half a beer for any of the Gallagher family members. I'm fine, look." Frank held out his hands to show how steady they were. "See? Might as well be a goddamn surgeon. Now give me my grand baby." Frank held his arms out and he attempted to take Franny from Debbie's arms.

"GET AWAY!" Debbie's voice raised and she hit Frank over the head with her over-sized purse.

Frank grunted and he grabbed his head and took a step back.

Franny started to cry.

'For Christ Sake', Ian was at his wits end. "OKAY!" He reached out and took Franny from Debbie's arms. "Just go! You too Frank! You know you're not allowed in this house anymore."

"Oh my God thank you Ian!" Debbie leaned up and kissed Ian on the cheek, followed by kissing Franny's forehead. She shot Frank a death glare before hurrying out of the house.

"Hey I'm on standby. If Sue calls me in I'll just call you at the diner-" Ian trailed off when he heard the front door slam.

Franny's crying became louder.

"Shhh....it's okay Franny." Ian cooed and he began bouncing the tiny infant in his arms. He stroked her back up and down, while kissing her up on her cheeks.

Franny calmed down and she whimpered a few times.

"Aww I bet you're tired huh? Let's get you a bottle and we'll lay down." Ian glanced up, his expression hardened. "Get out Frank."

Frank ignored the angry stare. He looked around the living room. "So where'd you guys hide your stash?"

"Frank-"

"Oh come on Ian!" Frank turned around to face his son. "I DESERVE some of that drug money, but lemme guess, all of you are STILL sitting on it? What, too scared to sell it on your own? Let your old man do it, I was dealing drugs last year, hell I'll get it all sold within the month."

Ian gave a frustrated sigh. "No, that's not gonna happen."

"It's here in the house isn't it?" Frank's eyes began to dart around.

Ian recognized that crazy glint, Frank was scheming something. "AS IF we'd keep drugs in the house! Last warning Frank, get the fuck out!"

Franny began to whine when Ian raised his voice.

Frank ignored both his son and granddaughter. He went over to the couch and began tearing the cushions off, one by one.

"Fuck." Ian quickly set Franny down on the floor, she was old enough to sit up by now. He approached his father and grabbed the older man by his shoulders.

"The fuck Ian! Is this anyway to treat the guy who raised you!?" Frank struggled to pry Ian's hands off his shoulders.

Ian had a death grip. He shoved and pushed the old man past the living room couch and right to the front door. Ian kept one hand on Frank's shirt while the other reached out to open the door.

"Unbelievable! All of you are a bunch of disrespectful, ungrateful, bas-"

Ian practically tossed Frank off the front porch.

Frank landed on his left side and he rolled twice. He grunted and got up, raising his right hand to flip Ian off.

Ian raised his middle finger, and then stepped back inside to lock the door.

Frank grumbled his discontent and got up from the ground. He brushed his dirty jeans off and sauntered off, while cursing each and every one of his children under his breath.

Ian had to prepare a bottle and sing to Franny to get her to calm down a second time. Poor thing, she was wailing her little lungs out after Ian kicked Frank out. Although, it wasn't his intention to stay home all day, Ian rather enjoyed the peace and calm; after Frank left. Ian and his niece took two long naps, and when they were awake, they cuddled and watched cartoons. Ian made sure to lay her on her stomach, as Debbie instructed, and he'd lay right next to her. Ian would cheer her on and show her how to get up on her hands and knees. To his surprise, Franny could easily lift herself on her hands on knees. It was the crawling part that needed work, Franny would stay stuck in one area before rolling over onto her back.

It was a day well spent, but babies are exhausting and it wasn't like he spent a whole lot of time sleeping at Trevor's house...the two went at it four more times during the night, and once more before Trevor made breakfast. Yeah, the redhead was drained. As soon as Debbie got off work, Ian gave Franny back to her and he retired to his room. He decided to skip out on a shower and go straight to bed. It's only 7:00pm and the third-youngest Gallagher is curled up in bed, sleeping the night away.

Sleep is exactly what Ian needed. He opened his eyes as soon as he saw light filtering in through the window. He sat up with a yawn and stretch. Wow, that was one of the most amazing nights of rest he got. He didn't dream this time, thank fucking God. Ian felt a pressure in his bladder and he glanced down; there was a bulge underneath his boxer briefs. It was time to go take a piss. The redhead slipped his blanket off and he got up from the bed. He made his way out of his bedroom and went into the hallway bathroom. He stands in front of the toilet with his dick in his hands but before he could urinate, Ian felt a pair of warm arms wrap around his waist

"The fuck!?" Ian tensed up.

Soft lips nuzzle the back of Ian's neck, while the arms pull the redhead close.

Ian feels something hard pushing between his cheeks.

"Is that a rock? Or are you just happy to see me~" Lip whispered against Ian's right ear.

Lip.

Lip Gallagher.

What in the actual fuck.

Ian's heart is racing so loud that he can feel it in his ears. "W-what are you doing?"

"Mmm...helping you get off, if it's okay..." Lip pressed a kiss to Ian's jaw. "I can help you." The older sibling slid his hands over Ian's cock, while pushing the one hand away.

Ian shivers against the touch. Without even thinking about it, he raised both his arms and looped them around Lip's neck. He tilted his jaw up, giving Lip full access.

"Damn, didn't think you'd want it THAT bad." Lip smirked and attacked Ian's neck with kisses and light bites.

"S-shut up~" Ian's voice waivers. He starts to give small thrusts against Lip's hands.

"Yeah, just like that..." Lip's voice goes deep, and he almost growls the words.

Hearing that lust-fueled voice made Ian feel weak in the knees. When he rolled his hips back, he made sure to rub his ass against Lip's hard erection, before pushing his hips forward into Lip's hands. "Ahh..." Ian starts panting as he builds up a steady rhythem.

"Fuck...you really know how to work those hips huh? I'm already making a mess in my underwear....you gonna clean it up for me later?" Lip flicked out his tongue along Ian's neck.

"Uhnnn....yes, fuck yes. Whatever you wan't Lip. I'll fucking do it." Ian can feel his cock throbbing, he's close.

"Yes...whatever I want. You're so hot Ian, had I known you were THIS horny, I woulda fucked you years ago" Lip begins to thrust his hips against Ian's ass.

Ian wished they were both completely naked but this, this felt good too. The words travel right down to his cock and he tightened his grip around his brother's neck. "Ahhh I'm gonna cum Lip."

"Me too Ian, me too." Lip presses his face against Ian's shoulder, his breathing grew more labored as he ground his hips, each movement grew more aggressive.

Ian closed his eyes, he was letting the feeling envelope him. The feeling of having his brother's cock rubbing between his ass cheeks, and having those big strong hands curled around his own dick.

Lip starts groaning, "Oh fuck Ian.....I'm gonna...."

Carl Gallagher pauses in the middle of the hallway and he turns his attention towards Ian's room; he can hear weird sounds. The teenager grabs the door knob and twists it, before peering inside curiously.

Ian is curled up around a blanket and a couple of pillows. He's holding onto the pillows like they're a real person and he's rutting his hips against the blanket.

Judging by the position of Ian's body, and heated moans, Carl can only conclude that his older brother is having a wet dream

The brunette grins and he quickly leaves to the bathroom. He fills a bucket half way with water before returning to Ian's room. Carl stands over to the side of the bed with a mischievous smile on his face. He raises the bucket and proceeds to pour ice cold water onto the sleeping redhead.

Ian's eyes shoot open and the older Gallagher springs up and out of the wet bed. He whips around to see a laughing Carl Gallagher, an empty bucket in one hand. "CARL!!!"

Carl throws the bucket down while still laughing. He readies himself as Ian lunged at him. The younger sibling is faster and he ducks to the left and avoids Ian's reach. Carl runs out the open door.

Ian clenched his teeth and grunted when Carl slipped past him. Sneaky bastard. Ian turns and he pursues Carl, but not without grabbing the empty bucket first.

Carl is racing down the hallway, towards the stairs.

Ian is sprinting as fast as he can, exiting his bedroom, and taking a sharp right to chase Carl down.

Carl is jumping as many steps as he can to get to the bottom of the stairs.

Ian makes it to the top platform of the stairs and he spots Carl. Ian winds his right hand back and aims for Carl's head. Using all of his strength, Ian chucked the empty mop bucket at Carl.

The blue, plastic bucket hurtles through the air and hits Carl right in the back of the head.

Carl gasps from the sudden pain and he misses the last 10 steps or so. He goes stumbling and crashing into the floor. Carl groans and he sits up slowly, only to grab his head. He looked up the stairs and glared at his older brother. "Fucker! That hurt!"

"Good! Maybe then you won't act like such a dickhead." Ian remained at the top of the stairway.

"Naa, still gonna be a dick." Carl smirked.

Ian was almost tempted to march down the stairs and punch that smug smirk off of Carl's face. Ian's heart was racing from the adrenaline rush and when he finally glanced down, he noticed his cock was still rock hard. Shit. He needed to go take of this immediately. Ian turned around and made his way to the bathroom. Before he could get there, he noticed the door at the very end of the hall opened.

Ian froze.

Lip Gallagher stepped out of the room in just his boxer briefs and a black muscle t-shirt. He's rubbing his eyes with a closed fist and a tired yawn pushed past his mouth. "Fuck it's early....what's with all the noise?" Lip looked at Ian, taking note of the wet hair, and semi-nude appearance. Lip's hazel-blue eyes traveled further down and he noticed Ian's underwear was wet and it clung tightly to his body. A very large and distinct bulge is visible in Ian's wet underwear. Lip's eyes widen and he looks back up to meet Ian's gaze. "Uh, you might wanna hit the bathroom first bro. I can wait."

Ian's face flushed crimson and he nodded quickly. "Y-yeah." Too embaressed to say anything else, Ian darted into the hallway bathroom and slammed the door shut.

'Weird...' Lip was slightly confused as to why his brother was drenched in water. He had a strong feeling it had to do with Carl...Little shit liked to pull pranks when he was visiting for the holidays. Lip yawns again and steps inside his room. He grabs a pair of grey sweats and slides them on. He exits the room and makes his way downstairs. He can hear Fiona and Debbie scolding Carl, while Carl burst into a fit of laughter. Lip smiles. He enters the kitchen and points to Carl. "Bucket and water?"

"Yeah! You shoulda seen his face!" Carl can barely speak as he laughs.

"I'd sleep with one eye open if I were you." Lip joked. He poured himself a cup of coffee and took a seat at the table with the other Gallagher siblings.

Meanwhile, Ian is trying desperately to masturbate to anyone BUT his brother. Mickey, Trevor, Caleb, Kash, nothing fucking works. Reluctantly, he pictures Lip Gallagher standing there in the hallway with just his underwear on and a muscle shirt. Ian saw Lip's morning wood, not the first time, but this was a first for Ian to use the visual image to get off.

It works.

Ian bites down on his bottom lip to keep from moaning as he came all over his hand. Ian gradually stops stroking and he glanced down at the mess on his hand and bathroom sink. He sighs and quickly goes to work cleaning up the mess. Ian strips out of his wet underwear and takes a quick, hot shower. Afterwards, he went into his bedroom and changed into clean clothes. He also opened up a window in hopes the breeze would dry the mattress. Ian grabs the wet blankets and bed sheet off the bed, only to carry them down to the dryer. Ian wasn't even sure what time it was, but he knew he had work at noon. It was going to be a long day.... Shit. Ian really needed to talk to someone about this unhealthy infatuation. He had someone in mind.

Notes:

Thoughts? Likes? Dislikes?

Am I portraying the characters accurately? I certainly hope so lol I mean I got enough people subscribing and bookmarking this story so I must be doing something right? :3

Chapter 5

Summary:

Ian seeks out advice, as well as Lip.

“KEV SOMEONE IS AT THE DOOR!” V called from within the living room.

“Babe I’m trynna finish dishes here!” Kev called. He was standing in the kitchen and hovering over a full sink of water and sippy cups.

“And I’m trynna breast feed! You want me to answer the door with my titty hanging out?!” V shouted in frustration.

“ALRIGHT! Alright!” Kev grabbed a paper towel and wiped his hands off before leaving the kitchen and walking through the living room to the front door. He opened it up and his eyes widened in surprised, “Ian! Yo, what’s up?”

“Uh, did I come at a bad time?” Ian heard V shouting around moments ago.

“Naa, we’re good. What’s going on man?” Kev stepped outside and shut the door behind him.

“Can we, uh, go for a walk? Wanted to talk about something and I’m too anxious to stand in one spot.” Ian admitted.

“Yeah, sure man, no problem.” Kev opened the door and leaned in, “Be right back babe!”

“Grab me some cigarettes from the store.” V said, while struggling with her infant; the other daughter was fast asleep in her crib.

“Okay, got it!” Kev shut the door and he motioned for Ian to lead the way.

Nodding, Ian turned and he climbed down the steps. He waited for Kev and the two men started walking along the sidewalk.

There was an awkward silence between the two.

Kev isn’t good with silence, so he breaks first and asks: “Guy trouble?”

The redhead is surprised and he glances up at Kev before laughing lightly. “That obvious huh?

“I dunno, I’m just spit balling here.” Kev laughed at having guessed correctly. “Your new boyfriend giving you trouble?”

“No, no!” Ian shook his head quickly. “Trevor is great and we’re back together and all…..”

“But?” Kev raised an eyebrow.

Ian sighed heavily and he looked down at the sidewalk. “I um…..I like someone else.”

“Okay…..then what the fuck is eating at you?” Kev didn’t appreciate Ian’s vague comments.

“Well…. I like this guy but I shouldn’t. He’s uh….Let’s just say I’d be in deep shit if I tried anything with him. I try EVERYTHING to keep him off my mind but it’s fuckin’ useless…. I see him in my dreams, I see him when I’m awake, and even when….when I’m with Trevor. I feel guilty. It’s like I’m cheating on Trevor and I don’t want to….Just can’t figure out what to do to get him outta my head.” Ian sighed again and he ran a hand through his red hair, clearly upset about his situation.

“Hm…” Kev’s wheels were working as he processed the new information. “And this other guy…he doesn’t know how you feel?”

“No, he doesn’t. I haven’t tried hitting on him or anything but when I’m around him….fuck, my mind goes off like crazy.” Ian thought about Lip’s strong arms and how they held him in place when they kissed….that was a week ago.

“I see…..then…..Fuck em’.” Kev said.

“Huh?” Ian looked up at Kevin, confused by the remark. “Fuck him like…..forget him and move on?”

“No, I mean fuck him. Bend him over and fuck his brains out until you get your fill. Cuz that’s all you’re thinking of right? You’re not interested in a relationship with this guy, that’s what you got Trevor for. You just need to know what this other guy is like in bed and once you find out, you can focus on yourself and Trevor. No more fantasies and distractions.” Kev said and he glanced up as a gas station came into view.

Ian blinked. He was in disbelief … Kev actually made a logical, fucking, point. “Wow…I didn’t think of that.”

“Haha!” Kev laughed. “Glad I solved your problem for ya, I’m gonna run in and buy V some cigarettes.”

“Alright, thanks. Cya around.” Ian continued walking.

“Cya.” Kev said and he made his way up to the gas station to purchase V’s cigarettes and a couple of tallboys for later.

Lip Gallagher notices the change in brother’s behavior. Every time Lip entered an area where Ian was, the redhead was quick to excuse himself and he’d take off into another room of the house. At first, Lip doesn’t think anything of it. He’s just glad nobody asks him about college and classes… Truth be told, he was kicked out a few days ago and he’s struggling with his grades. It’s hard enough as it is scrounging up money to ride the train back and forth to class but he manages. With all the bullshit going on with Helene and college, Lip is aching to share some of his worries with his siblings.

A few times, Lip reached out to Ian and tried to engage in a casual conversation.

Ian would bring up something like ‘I gotta get to work’, or ‘Trevor wants me to meet him here’ and blatantly take off from the house.
Lip is confused and slightly hurt by the avoidance. It would appear his sibling was jittery and anxious about something. This concerns Lip and he’s tried several times to invite Ian out for a beer but the redhead always declined the offers. Something was going on and Lip was determined to find out but he would need some advice on how to approach the situation.

So, Lip decided to go to his older sister for help.

Fiona Gallagher and Lip Gallagher are seated outside the house on the steps. Each one is smoking a cigarette and both are bundled up in winter clothing; it’s only fall but the nights are starting to turn chilly.

“Wait….say it again, I’m confused.” Fiona looked at her brother.

Lip blew a cloud of smoke before speaking. “Me and this guy are close, good friends ya know? But lately he’s been….acting weird. We didn’t get into a fight or anything but when I try to talk to the guy, he just comes up with an excuse and takes off. He’s avoiding me and not telling me why.”

“Hm….sounds like he has a crush on you or something.” Fiona commented.

A laugh pushed past Lip’s mouth. “Hah, no, he’s in a relationship and it wouldn’t make sense for him to like me.”

“Oh…that’s really odd. You must have done something that makes him think differently of you, which is why he’s avoiding you.” Fiona took another drag of her cigarette.

The words hit Lip like a goddamn freight train. He lowers his cigarette and stares at the ground. Did Ian find out about Lip being kicked out of the dorms? Or the impending meeting regarding his continuation at the college? Lip didn’t tell a soul about it….. That HAD to be it. Ian was disappointed with Lip and couldn’t bear to speak to him anymore. “Shit….I think you’re right. Now I REALLY gotta talk to him and clear things up.”

“Yeah, well I hope it all works out for ya. I know it’s shitty losing good friends, I feel like I haven’t seen V in months.” Fiona finished her cigarette and snuffed it out on the porch. “I’m gonna go help Debs with dinner.”

“Alright, thanks for the advice sis.” Lip said.

Fiona nodded and she reached over put her hand on Lip’s hand.

Lip turned his hand and gripped his sister’s hand.

“You’ll be alright kid, you got this.” Fiona gave her brother’s hand a reassuring squeeze before standing up and walking back into the house.

Lip nodded, “Yeah.” He smiled a bit and stared out towards the streets as his sister went back inside. Those words meant a lot to him.

It’s Thursday evening and finally, Trevor’s house is open again; he was housing another teenager who had no family to stay with. Ian Gallagher is thrilled to spend another night with his boyfriend, so he gets to packing immediately. He’s upstairs in his bedroom, shoving extra clothes into a black duffle bag.

Lip entered Ian’s room quietly and he shut the door with a soft click.

Ian glanced over his shoulder to see who was in his room and his heart nearly sprang out of his chest when he spotted his older brother.

The shocked expression puzzles Lip and he raised an eyebrow, wanting to address it. “Why do you always look at me like I’m some mutt with rabies?"

Ian shook his head quickly. “Might wanna get your eyes checked, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ian turned his attention back to his bag but he noticed the slight trembling in his hands. Fuck. He’s already picturing Lip bent over the bed. Uh oh, this isn’t good. He needed to leave straightaway.

“Huh….well if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re nervous.” Lip watched his brother closely, this time he wasn’t going to let him run away. “Tell me why I'm making you nervous all of a sudden?”

“Pfft….” Ian zipped up the duffel bag and threw the strap over his right shoulder. He turned around and rolled his eyes, “You're crazy.” He walked up to the door where his brother was standing.

Lip didn’t move.

Ian is forced to halt. “Move……please.” His eyebrows furrowed and he ignored his racing his heart.

“Talk to me.” Lip said.

“Later, okay? I gotta get to Trevor’s house.” Ian was growing more nervous by the second and it was showing in his body language; he was shifting from foot to foot, and he tapped his right hand against his leg.

“Jesus, Trevor can wait another half hour but you and me….We’re gonna talk.” Lip motioned to the bed with a head tilt. “Sit down.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do... Now get out of my way.” Ian said, his voice dangerously low.

Lip isn’t fazed at all. He rolled his eyes and shrugged before stepping aside for Ian.

Ian reached out and grabbed the doorknob.

Lip suddenly lowered himself and he wrapped both his arms around Ian’s waist, gripping tightly.

“The fuck?!” Ian tensed up.

Lip hoisted his brother from the floor and he moved over to the bed.

Ian’s duffel bag slipped off and he elbowed Lip in the back. “PUT ME DOWN ASSHOLE!”

Lip ignored the pain in his back and maintained a tight grip on his sibling, in spite of the violent trashing the redhead engaged in. As soon as he neared the bed, Lip threw his younger brother down onto it.

Ian grunted when he was tossed onto the bed. Just as he sat up, Lip grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back down.

“Stay.” Lip said.

“Fuck you.” Ian shoved Lip’s hands away and attempted to roll to his side to get off the bed.

Lip lost his patience.

The older Gallagher lifted his right leg and he swung it over Ian’s waist. He grabbed both of Ian’s wrists and pinned them down hard. Lip scooted up so he was seated on Ian’s chest and he used all of his weight to keep the redhead tapered to the bed. “STOP ACTING LIKE A FUCKING KID OR I’M GONNA TREAT YOU LIKE ONE!” Lip’s voice raised and it was pure anger.

Ian went motionless. He never saw Lip this angry before and the menacing expression frightened him. He didn’t try to struggle or move from Lip’s grip. “Okay….” He mumbled. He stared up into those hazel-blue eyes and waited.

It took a couple of minutes for Lip to calm down. His heart was still racing from the adrenaline rush. He never had to manhandle any of his siblings before... He regretted it but there was no point in apologizing. Ian pushed him to do this. Lip relaxed his grip on Ian’s wrists but he didn’t let go, just in case he tried to bolt for the door again.

Lip exhaled softly.

Ian inhaled a deep breath.

Lip parted his mouth to speak.

Ian did the same.

“We need to-“

“We need to-“

“-Talk.”

-Fuck.”

Wait.

Ian and Lip look at each other in surprise.

Both of them make that ‘O’ shape with their mouths.

“What….what did you say?” Lip asked.

Notes:

Thought it was time to get another chapter uploaded :3

Haha, I can totally hear V saying that. "Answer the door with my titty hanging out", yup, that's totally her.

Chapter 6

Summary:

Lip is confused....very confused.

Ian and Lip look at each other in surprise.

Both of them make that ‘O’ shape with their mouths.

“What….what did you say?” Lip asked.

The position the two men were in had Ian’s heart racing. Blood rushed to his face, causing the tan freckled skin to flush crimson. The blood also rushed to his groin area, producing a noticeable bulge in Ian’s pants. He couldn’t help it at this point, being pinned down reminded Ian of his ex-boyfriend, Mickey Milkovich. The raven-haired male did the EXACT same thing when he wanted to overpower Ian. It was a huge fucking turn on. Ian opened his mouth to speak but all he could really muster was “Uh…”

Lip wasn’t sure if he heard correctly….. Judging by Ian’s red cheekbones, Lip could only assume his brother was serious. “Wait….is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

A set of green eyes widened. “You’re seriously more concerned about me avoiding you then wanting to fuck you?” Ian was bewildered.

“Yeah, I mean, that too but…” Lip trailed off. Was he surprised? At first, yes, but the initial shock was already wearing off. Lip was staring at Ian with a quizzical expression, while attempting to sort through his busy thoughts. His little brother, a grown, gay, man wanted to fuck. That was….strange. Lip is marginally repulsed by the idea but he approached it from an objective point of view. Clearly, Ian developed some unhealthy infatuation that stemmed from something that took place in his life. Lip was curious as to what would push his brother to want to engage in such an immoral act.

The longer the silence lingered, the more panicked Ian felt. That’s when he noticed Lip loosened his grip on both wrists. Ian suddenly turned his body to the right and he threw his older brother off the bed.

Lip was lost in thought that he barely had time to react to Ian’s abrupt body toss. He landed on his back, followed by his head and elbows slamming into the floor. He grunted in pain, "Ow! Fuck, Ian."

The redhead's heart was beating incredibly fast that it was the only sound in his ears. He scrambled off the bed and jumped over his older sibling. He reached down and grabbed the duffel bag before throwing the bedroom door open and dashing out.

"Ian-" Lip sat up.

Ian's face and body tingled when he heard his name. There was no coming back from this now. The shame and embarrassment drove him down the long flight of steps and into the living room area.

Deb, whom was carrying her infant in hear arms, called out to Ian. "Hey Ian dinner is ready!"

"Gotta run, just got called in to work!" Ian yelled over his shoulder without turning. He raced to the front door and slipped his shoes on.

Fiona was already making plates and setting them on the table. "Do you need a ride-"

The front door slammed shut.

Fiona and Deb looked at each other in confusion.

"Somebody's in trouble~" Liam said in a singsong voice; the boy was seated at the kitchen table.

Fiona turned her attention to Liam and raised an eyebrow, "You know something we don't kid? Spill the beans."

"You smell like beans!" Liam said through a giggle.

This made Fiona scoff and roll her eyes fondly, "Little turd, shut up and eat your mac n' cheese."

Frantic knocking at the front door made Trevor look away from the T.V. "It's open!" He called.

Ian opened up the door and stepped into Trevor's home.

"Hey beautiful." Trevor motioned with a head tilt for Ian to come over and take a seat next to him.

Ian shut the door behind him and dropped his duffel bag on the floor. He moved quickly around the long couch and stood in front of Trevor. He climbed onto his boyfriend's lap and rested a knee on either side of Trevor, straddling his hips at the same time.

"Wow..." Trevor's eyes widened when he felt Ian's hard erection poking his lower abdomen. He stared up at the other male, perplexed by the sudden arousal he was feeling; there was something predatory about Ian's body language. "Is that a rock in your pants or are you just happ-"

Ian suddenly cupped Trevor's face with both hands and he kissed him roughly.

Trevor flinched slightly when their teeth clashed noisily against each other; the aggressive kiss had his head spinning. "Mmf...Ian..."

Ian pulled away but continued to hold Trevor's face. "Let's fuck. Right. Now."

Trevor reached up and he placed a hand on either side of Ian's face. He stared into green eyes and noticed how glossy they appeared. Trevor initially thought it was lust but...it appeared as though Ian was upset and on the verge of crying. "Babe...what's wrong?"

Ian blinked, "What do you mean?"

"You look upset, tell me what happened." Trevor stroked his thumbs up and down Ian's cheekbones.

Unable to maintain the confident facade anymore, Ian broke down. His shoulders slumped and the tears started pouring from both eyes. His expression contorted into that of pain and he leaned down and hugged Trevor tightly. Ian buried his face against Trevor's neck and sobbed, his whole body trembled. "I can't....I can't go back home Trevor. I fucked up, I mean, REALLY fucked up and I don't think I can face my family ever again."

Trevor wrapped his arms around Ian's lower back and he pressed a kiss to the side of Ian's head. "Shh...it's okay Ian, you can stay as long as you need to okay? I mean, whatever you did...this is your family we're talking about. I'm sure they'll love you no matter what you did."

Ian shook his head stubbornly, sniffling as he tried to stop crying.

"Stay as long as you need to but you're going to have to see them at one point in the future, understood?" Trevor pulled Ian back a little so the two could face each other.

Ian sighed and nodded. He reached up and wiped the tears away. "Okay....thank you."

Trevor smiled. "You don't have to thank me Ian, I'm happy to help." The brunette gently pulled Ian's hands away and he leaned up and kissed him. At the same time, he gave a few hip thrusts.

Ian obediently lowered his hands and he smiled into the kiss. He closed his eyes, feeling Trevor's hard bulge rubbing against his own.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but it's your turn to top tonight?" Trevor asked with a sly smile.

Ian smirked and he shifted off of Trevor's lap and pushed the smaller male down against the couch. "Yeah, that's correct." Ian peeled off his jacket and tossed it aside.

Trevor looked up at his boyfriend before removing his own t-shirt.

Fiona walked upstairs after Ian's sudden disappearance and she glanced in his room; empty. "Hm..." Sensing something happened, Fiona walked to the end of the hall where Lip and Liam shared a room, occasionally Carl when he came to visit during the holidays. She knocked on the door.

No answer.

Fiona entered the dark room and spotted Lip on his bed, curled up underneath a blanket and facing the window. "You awake?"

Lip grunted tiredly.

".....You and Ian get into an argument or something?" Fiona asked.

Lip didn't make a sound.

"Well whatever it is, YOU need to fix it. The last thing I want is for Ian to go off his meds due to stress at home. Remember what happened with his ex, Caleb? He almost lost his shit at work and got fired. I don't care what was said between you two but you gotta fix it Lip. Ian is your little brother, he needs you." Fiona didn't wait for an answer this time. She closed the door with a soft click and went back downstairs.

Lip sighed and he rolled onto his back to stare up at the dark ceiling. What Fiona said was true, to a certain extent. It wasn't Lip's fault for Ian's unusual feelings. Not ONCE in his life did he ever give Ian any indication he liked him outside of a brother. Sure they joked around about dicks and pussy, but that didn't mean Lip liked cock or Ian liked vag; it was the opposite for the two. So when did Ian start thinking like that? Was he THAT lonely for Mickey that it misconstrued Ian's feelings and made him want to fuck his own brother? That seemed like the most logical explanation but Lip wasn't going to assume he knew what was going on in Ian's mind. One thing was for sure, Ian was creating a stressful situation for himself and he brought Lip unwillingly into it. Maybe if the two had a good heart-to-heart talk, they could clear up any unresolved feelings and issues. Afterwards, the two could go back to being brothers because in all honesty, Lip needed Ian just as much as Ian needed him.

Three days went by without a word from Ian Gallagher.

Lip helped babysit Franny and he even walked Liam to school a few times when Frank didn't show up. No surprise there.

Fiona pestered Lip to go check on Ian and Lip would roll his eyes, "Jesus Fiona he's a grown fucking man, he'll be okay. I'm sure Trevor will call us if he's acting weird or something."

This response would often irritate Fiona but she kept her mouth shut after the harsh snap.

Lip acted like nothing was wrong when in reality, he was beginning to worry for his brother. One day, while the girls were at work and Liam was at school, Lip picked up the house phone and called the local EMT department.

"Hello?" Sue said.

"Sue? Hey, it's Lip Gallagher."

"Lip....Oh! Phillip! You looking for Ian? I think he's in the locker room, hold on, I'll have one of the men-"

"No, no, no! It's fine, really." Lip interrupted.

"Huh? Why'd you call then?" Sue sounded impatient.

"I just....well, we haven't seen Ian in five days and I was beginning to worry about him...Is he, uh, you know....okay?" Lip asked.

Sue was quiet. She considered the words and thought about Ian's behavior for the past couple of days. "Thank you for informing me... But Ian has been on his best behavior. A little antsy sometimes and eager to get out in the work field but he hasn't given me any indication he's under stress. I also remind him to take his medication and he does so without complaint."

Lip sighed in relief, "Thanks Sue, you're a Godsend."

"Yeah, whatever. Is that it?"

Lip could hear the smile in her voice. "Yeah, that's it. Thanks again and sorry for disturbing your schedule. Take care." Lip hung up the phone. He walked into the living room and checked on Franny, who was sleeping peacefully in her crib. He laid down on the couch and switched the cartoons to the news channel. He crossed his arms underneath his head and watched whatever worldwide news headline was being discussed. 'Hmm...wonder if he needs clothes, that duffel bag wasn't very big to begin with' he thought to himself. Lip picked up his beer from the floor and sipped on it, the news wasn't too interesting but he did pay attention to the stock market numbers.

After Debbie got home, Lip passed Franny off to her and he went upstairs. Babies were draining, especially when they already knew how to crawl and get into virtually EVERYTHING. He was going to suggest Debbie baby proof the place, or maybe he'd do it if Franny took a long nap tomorrow. Lip went straight to his bed and he curled up underneath a blanket. It didn't take long for the curly blonde to fall asleep; he vaguely heard Fiona enter the house, bitching about Frank forgetting Liam at school again.

Lip woke up in the middle of the night to take a piss. He glanced to his left and saw Liam sleeping on the top bunk; the kid alternated between the top and bottom bunk, depending on his mood. Lip rubbed his eyes and he glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. It read as 1:20AM. "Shit it's early." Lip mumbled, he was hoping to sleep in till tomorrow morning. He grumbled his irritation and got up from bed. He only had on his boxer briefs on as he silently padded down the hall towards the bathroom.

Somebody was groaning.

Lip stopped dead in his tracks he glanced to the right at Ian's door, which was unexpectedly ajar.

In the dark, Lip could make out two figures on the bed and the man was groaning a little too loudly. 'The hell!? Are there people really fucking on Ian's bed?' Lip thought. Anger began to swell in his chest. It was probably Frank and some prostitute he picked up from the streets. Lip pushed Ian's door open and stepped inside while flicking the light on. "Get the fuck out-"

Lip trailed off. He was in disbelief at the sight before him.

Ian was on his stomach with his ass in the air and his legs spread wide on the bed. The redhead was purposely positioned on his bed so his spread legs and rear were the first things to be seen, while his head rested on the bed, closest to the wall. Ian was rocking his hips back and forth and as he did this, he pumped two fingers inside himself. He was panting and steadily working himself open, his fingers are covered in a slick clear substance that dribbled down his thighs.

Lip was at a loss for words. Even with the light on and the door opening up with it's annoying creak, Ian continued to pleasure himself. "Ian what the fuck?" Lip tried to sound like he was repulsed but was more bewildered then anything.

Ian didn't stop, in fact, he started to move his hips faster. "Lip....fuck, harder, please~"

The comment made Lip's cock twitch. "Knock it off Ian, I''m fucking serious." This time he raised his voice.

Ian either didn't hear or he chose to ignore his older brother. He started working in a third finger, causing him to grit his teeth. "Fuck Lip, you're so big~"

That was it. Lip had enough. He walked to the bed and shoved Ian onto his side, "FUCKING STOP THAT SHIT!" Lip shouted.

Ian flopped down onto his right side and he slowly withdrew his hand from within himself.

Lip's anger drained immediately when he saw Ian's expression.

The redhead struggled to sit up on the bed. His eyes were red and puffy, as though he were crying for hours earlier. Now, the tears started again and they trickled down sharp cheekbones. He looked at his brother, seemingly upset. "I'm sorry....God, I'm so fucking sorry. I know it's wrong to feel this way about you...but I can't...I can't get you out of my head Lip. I'm fucked up, probably the most fucked up out of this entire family." Ian wiped the back of is hand across his eyes.

Lip was silent.

Ian averted his gaze and he scooted to the edge of the bed. "I don't want to make things uncomfortable for you. I'll leave right now." Ian stood up.

Lip stepped to the side of Ian and he turned and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

Ian stepped towards his dresser.

Lip reached out and gripped Ian's wrist to stop him.

Ian stopped and he glanced over his shoulder. "What?"

"You can leave...after you take care of this." Lip motioned with a head tilt towards the noticeable tent in his boxer briefs.

Ian's eyes widened. "The hell are you-"

"Hands and knees. Right now." Lip said calmly but there was underlining power of authority to his voice. He was, after all, the eldest male Gallagher sibling.

Ian didn't dare disobey the command. He turned around and stood right in front of Lip before lowering himself to his hands and knees.

Lip spread his legs.

Ian moved closer, never breaking eye-contact with the other male.

Lip reached down and he tugged his boxer briefs down, just enough to release his throbbing member.

Ian stared. He was in awe by the sight. All of his erotic fantasies could never prepare him for the sheer size of Lip's cock; it was 8 inches in length, an inch shorter then Ian's but the girth.... Holy fuck, Lip was exceptionally heavy and wide. Ian bit down on his bottom lip, he could only imagine how that cock would wreck him if it was inside.

Lip smirked at Ian's dazed expression. He leaned forward and rested his hand on the back of Ian's head. "Do a good job and I'll consider bending you over this bed."

Ian snapped out of the trance and nodded eagerly. He swallowed the nervous lump in his throat and his lips parted. He closed the gap by engulfing the head of Lip's cock inside his mouth.

Lip kept his hand against Ian's head and he remained perfectly still, allowing his brother to set the pace.

Ian closed his eyes, reveling in the taste. He inched down, further and further.

Lip tried not to tense up.

Ian thought he could take Lip in one go, but he was exceptionally large and he couldn't get the remaining length inside his mouth without making himself choke. So, he pulled back and went down again. He started building up a steady rhythm and bobbed up and down his brother's length, sucking and licking at the thick veins.

Lip's hand trembled behind Ian's head, while the other grabbed a fistful of bed sheets. He started rocking his hips just a little, it was unbelievable how good Ian was at giving head. "Fuck Ian.....You're perfect.....that fucking mouth." Lip's voice was deep and his eyes were glossed over with lust.

Ian hummed, happy about the approval. If anyone was good at sucking dick...Ian obviously surpassed his brother in that department. Ian began moaning and he sucked harder, trying his best to deep throat Lip's cock without gagging.

"OOohh, fuck." Lip's head rolled back and this time he started bucking his hips a bit faster, a bit harder. All of Lip Gallagher's common sense went out the window the second he entered Ian's room. He could've left well enough alone but no....something inside him wanted to pursue whatever dark fantasies Ian was harboring and bring them to life. He wanted to feel what Ian was feeling and rather then guilt or shame, Lip was fucking loving this. His own baby brother was now sucking his dick off and he was Goddamn good at it, far better then any woman whoever gave him head before.

Ian began to move his head faster, he was obviously growing comfortable with Lip's massive length stretching out his throat; he could it feel it pushing the walls of his throat but he had decent control over his gag reflex. He managed to flick his tongue out and lick the base of Lip's cock; the red muscle moved around Lip's sack.

This was too fucking good. Ian was too fucking good.

'Fuck my life', Lip thought. He placed his other hand on Ian's head and he gripped handfuls of red hair and held him in place. He started pumping his hips into Ian's mouth, essentially face fucking his own little brother to get off.

Ian didn't protest, nor did he attempt to pull away. He held perfectly still and focused his gaze on Lip's face.

Lip stared down into those familiar green eyes and he saw something....

Complete adoration and devotion.

Something Lip didn't see often...or ever.

Lip closed his eyes and he let out a pleasured moan. His hip movements stuttered and he cursed under his breath as his cock started twitching inside Ian's mouth.

Ian felt hot liquid hit the back of his throat. Tears pricked his eyes. He remained where he was, wanting to drink up Lip's load like a good little brother.

Liam, the youngest of the Gallaghers, was standing by the bed and staring down at his elder brother. He changed out of his school uniform earlier and was now dawning blue pajama bottoms and a gray t-shirt.

Lip was moaning and dry humping a pillow. "Ian...oh fuck Ian~"

This made the young boy giggle.

Lip's eyes shot open and he stopped moving. He stared at Liam in quiet terror.

Liam pointed an index finger at Lip, "Ewww were you having a wet dream? You were like, 'OHHH IAN OOHHH' "

"Get the fuck outta here you little shit!" Lip grabbed his pillow.

Liam squealed with laughter and immediately took off running down the hallway.

Lip chucked the pillow at his younger brother.

Liam managed to turn and dart into the bathroom.

The pillow landed in the middle of the hall.

Liam stepped out and he stuck his tongue out at Lip. "Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me~ oh but I'm not Ian though."

Lip felt a vein twitch on the right side of his forehead. He sat up and grabbed a shoe.

"AHHH FIONA!!!" Liam cackled as he raced down the stairs in pursuit of protection from his sibling.

Lip set the shoe down and got out of bed. He walked over to the bedroom door and slammed it shut, only to lock it. He glanced at the time: 7:00PM. Only two hours passed since Lip retired to his bedroom. "Fuck." Lip turned the light on and he glanced down at his boxer briefs. There was a large wet area that dampened the front of his underwear. Shit. He really DID have a wet dream and he came all over himself. Lip took the soiled underwear off and tossed it in the hamper. He put on a clean pair of boxer briefs and then went over to the window to open it. Lip grabbed his cigarettes and he lit one. He stood there and quietly took drags of his cigarette. He watched a few people walking by, including the occasional car that zoomed through the roads a little too fast; probably teens drinking.

Lip replayed the dream in his head but no matter how hard he tried to rationalize it, he couldn't come up with a good reason as to why he had the disturbing wet dream. He didn't think of Ian like that....fuck, he wasn't gay! He liked pussy, the taste of it, the smell, the way it wrapped around his cock, there was no way Ian's mouth felt better then that....he just imagined it would. "Buy WHY did you imagine it would?" He said aloud.

Lip didn't have an answer.

"Man.... I'm really demented." Lip mumbled, taking yet another drag of nicotine. He was calm now but no less confused. He spit on the tip of the cigarette before tossing it out the window. He needed one more....and possibly 10 shots of whiskey later. "Ian....what the fuck did you put in my head?" Lip whispered, followed by lighting another cigarette.

One thing was certain, Lip would HAVE to talk to Ian now and clear the air. He wasn't attracted to Ian, and obviously Ian wasn't attracted to him.

It was misguided curiosity, stemming from childhood trauma and recent stressors.

That's it.

Simple explanation for bizarre sex fantasies.

At least, that's what Lip wanted to believe.

Notes:

Stayed up late writing, so I apologize for the grammatical errors and such. Will edit tomorrow.

Any thoughts?

Dislikes or likes?

Chapter 7

Notes:

Lip and Ian try to make their awkward situation work.

Trevor is in the middle of preparing coffee when, out of nowhere, he heard a knock at he door.

Ian is sprawled on the couch in just his boxers. The knocking made him sit up and glance over from the living room. "You expecting anyone?"

"No and today is my day off. Hmm, wouldn't make sense to come to my house when a phone call could suffice." Trevor set the bag of coffee grounds down and walked over to the front door. He peered out of the door viewer. "Oh...it's Lip."

Ian tensed up right away. He clambered off the couch and raced to Trevor's room "I'm not here" he whispered urgently. He disappeared around the hall.

Trevor almost laughed but quickly composed himself. He unlocked the door and opened it; good thing he was fully dressed, he was insecure about his chest scars. "Lip! Good morning, what can I do for you?" He stepped outside onto the porch.

Lip eyed Trevor up and down, there was a cigarette propped in the right corner of his mouth. Lip always thought Ian had weird taste in men. Besides Caleb, Ian appeared to go for short guys and Trevor was the most effeminate looking one so far. Dainty hands, thin arms and legs, if Lip didn't know any better....Ian had an underlining attraction towards 'girly' men. In his opinion, Ian deserved a masculine man with a good job, a house, a car, and intelligence to boot. This Trevor guy was a dude with lady parts and that's all Lip could focus on. How did they have sex again? Did Ian fuck Trevor in his girl pussy?

"Um...hello?" Trevor waved his hand in front of Lip's face.

Hazel-blue eyes blink and Lip is pulled from his thoughts. "Hey, uh, I thought maybe Ian was running low on clothes so I brought these." Lip removed a blue duffel bag from his shoulder and he held it out to Trevor.

"Oh my God, thank you!" Trevor reached out and gripped the strap before hoisting the duffel bag over his shoulder. "Ian's been borrowing my clothes and he's stretching them out something horrible."

Lip chuckled dryly and he took his cigarette out of his mouth, flicking ashes to the side. "So he IS here huh? Has he been doing okay?"

Trevor nodded. "Yes, he's been here the whole time." The man paused, glanced over his shoulder towards the hallway, and considered Lip's second question.

Lip took a drag of his cigarette, feeling somewhat anxious when Trevor paused.

"He said, and I'm quoting his words, 'fucked up'. I've pressed him for further details but he won't discuss what happened at home. Did Ian get into an argument with you or Fiona?" Trevor looked back to Lip.

"Yeah, he came home drunk and was belligerent as hell. He tried to fight Fiona and I had to step in and wrestle him down. When he finally came to, I think he was embarrassed... So he took off before we had a chance to talk." Lip spewed the lie effortlessly, knowing Ian wouldn't deny it. He had a feeling Ian wasn't comfortable telling Trevor what REALLY happened. To think, Ian was probably fucking Trevor while fantasizing about his sibling instead. The thought was amusing and it made Lip smirk ever so slightly.

Trevor nodded, "I thought so...I mean, I didn't think it was THAT bad but he's under the impression all of you are angry with him?"

Ian tiptoed down the hall as quietly as possible, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation.

Lip looked over Trevor when he saw a flash of red.

Ian ducked out of view.

Trevor noticed the shift in Lip's gaze and it made him laugh quietly. "If you're going to say something, say it really loud okay?"

Lip looked back to Trevor and he understood what he was getting at. He cleared his throat and spoke a little too loudly. "If you see Ian around...Let him know I miss-WE miss him at home. We're not mad and nobody is gonna judge him. We're looking forward to having him home again."

Trevor smiled and he stepped back inside the house. "You got it!" He said in an overly enthusiastic tone. He shut the door with a modest click.

Lip rolled his eyes, he found Trevor kind of annoying. He turned, descended the porch steps, and made his way to the sidewalk.

Trevor turned around and made his way to the hallway.

Ian was seated in the middle of the hallway with his back to the wall. He had his legs pulled up to his chest and he let his arms dangle off them. He looked up when Trevor approached.

Trevor's smile softened and he put the duffel bag down. He moved next to his boyfriend and sat down beside him. "See? I told you, your family loves and misses you."

Ian didn't say anything.

Trevor leaned over and he cupped Ian's chin, moving it to the right so the redhead would face him. "Ian, please go see your family."

Ian stared into Trevor's eyes. He considered it.....then nodded. "Okay."

"Thanks babe." Trevor leaned in and kissed his boyfriend.

Ian placed a hand behind Trevor's neck, pulling him even closer to deepen the kiss. Ian was nervous about going home and he was going to do his best to distract Trevor in hopes he wouldn't have to go.

V and Kev came over for 'Sunday Funday', or in other words, beer and poker; they had to use the fun term so Liam wouldn't go around repeating it to his classmates. It was close to 10:00pm when everyone threw their money down and chips were exchanged. Lip was better at math so he kept track of the chips and was the first dealer. All of the Gallaghers were seated at the kitchen table, except for Franny and Liam, both of whom were sleeping upstairs.

"I swear this game is fucking rigged..." Debbie mumbled, she was frowning at her cards.

Lip smirked and he flicked his ashes into a plastic tray. "The game is 25% luck, 25% skill, and 50% bullshitting. Come on Debs, you should be a pro by now."

Debbie silently mouthed the word 'fuck you'.

V giggled, "HAHA! Well I know I'M GOOD! Fucking money is gonna be mine~" She took a drink of her beer and tossed 4 blue chips. "I'mma raise yo asses."

Kev shook his head and groaned. "Fuck it, I'm out." He tossed his cards on the table.

The front door opened and closed.

Everybody paused and looked.

Ian entered the living room and he set down two duffel bags. "Hey..." He awkwardly raised his hand.

"Fucken ayez, the prominent son returns!" Kev yelled.

V snapped her eyes and stared at Kev in disbelief. "It's prodigal son, the fuck kinda church you go to?"

"Prodigal? That sounds like a made up word." Kev shrugged, "Welcome back Ian, ya gonna jump in?"

"Yeah Ian come join us." Fiona patted the empty chair next to her.

Ian approached and he glanced around the table, making sure to avoid eye-contact with Lip. "How much is the buy in?"

"That would be $5.00" Lip said, he shuffled a deck of cards and focused on those.

"5.00? I can do that." Ian walked over and slid into the empty seat next to Fiona. He unzipped his jacket and pushed a bill over towards Lip.

Lip reached out, picked up the bill, then handed Ian two piles of poker chips.

"Whooo! More money for me!" V cheered.

"Oh you wish." Fiona said with a playful grin.

"Uh oh, it's on now!" Kev said in a teasing voice.

Lip smiled a little and before making any more moves, he addressed his brother. "So uh, we good Ian?"

Everyone hushed.

Ian felt uncomfortable in the silence but he lifted his gaze and looked at Lip.

Lip stared back, waiting patiently.

Ian nodded, "Yeah, we're good."

Fiona smiled from ear to ear, she was happy to have Ian home again. "Hurry it up Lip! Ya gonna be a pussy or ya gonna raise?"

Lip scoffed and he threw down 4 blue chips, "The only pussy here is Kev."

Everybody howled with laughter.

"Hey I resent that, it's very sexist." Kev huffed defensively.

Ian laughed at the remark and when it was his turn, he threw down 4 blue chips. He glanced up to see Lip smiling at him. This made the redhead blush a little but he smiled nonetheless.

Everything was as it should be in the Gallagher house.

Days went by and it would appear life returned to normal.

Well..... Minus the unresolved sexual tension.

A number of incidents would occur and some are easier to ignore, while others are not.

Incident 001: The Gallagher siblings were rushing to get ready but it was difficult with the water being out.

"What the hell? Ian I thought you put $20 down last week!" Fiona was rushing to pack Liam lunch.

"I did!" Ian was racing around the living room in search of his work shoes.

"Uh, you only get to do that 3 times before they cut you off." Lip commented, he was holding Franny while Debbie was upstairs getting ready.

"Has it been 3 times?" Fiona paused and tried to remember. "Fuck it. I'll request an early check and pay the bill in full this afternoon." She reached out, yanked the fridge door open, and sighed in frustration. "We're out of groceries too....shit." She grabbed an ice cold coke and set it on the counter. "Last pop!" she yelled.

Ian walked into the kitchen.

Lip moved the counter.

Both Gallagher brothers reached for the pop and their hands brushed.

Lip and Ian's hands recoiled like they touched something hot.

"Go ahead, you can have it." Ian said quickly.

"Naa, it's yours bro." Lip stepped away.

"No really, it's fine." Ian insisted.

Lip shook his head, "I'm good."

Fiona frowned at the two and rolled her eyes. "I'll have it then!" She grabbed the ice cold coke and yelled for Liam to hurry it up.

Lip and Ian stood in awkward silence.

Incident 002: After the water bill is paid, everyone gets in line to shower. Lip is one of the last ones and by then the water is luke warm. He doesn't complain, however, and proceeds to wash up.

Ian wanders into the bathroom to take a piss.

In the Gallagher house it's not uncommon to leave the bathroom door unlocked. There was one too many incidents with Debbie and Carl (when they were young), so the family resorted to keeping the bathroom easily accessible.

Ian is unaware of who is in the shower but he doesn't care right now; one too many beers had him desperate to take a piss. He unzipped his pants and urinated in the toilet.

The water suddenly turns ice cold, causing Lip to curse. "FUCK!!!" He grabbed the shower curtain and pulled it open, only to hop out and nearly slip.

With his dick in his hand, Ian turned to see a naked Lip Gallagher.

Lip's eyes widened and he glanced down at Ian's hand.

Ian's face flushed crimson. He turned around and rushed out of the bathroom, attempting to shove his dick back inside his pants. He went into his bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Lip was at a loss for words. He never, EVER, saw Ian get that flustered before. He glanced down and noticed his semi-erection, causing him to curse again. "Fuck..." He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He flushed the toilet Ian left unattended and then made his way to his bedroom.

Incident 003: It's a Saturday morning and with her day off, Fiona decided to cook brunch.

Lip is sitting at the kitchen table, a newspaper in his lap.

Ian is in the kitchen, assisting Fiona with the pancakes and bacon.

"Ian flip it or you're gonna burn it!" Fiona urged.

"Haha, I KNOW how to cook Fiona. You made the batter too thick, it's gotta cook a little longer." Ian said.

"Hmph, well it's been awhile since I had a day off." Fiona opened up the fridge and grabbed a can of whip cream.

Lip chuckled at the banter and he set the newspaper down. He picked up a box of cigarettes and pulled one out. He plopped it in his mouth and searched for his matches.

Fiona was smiling mischievously while removing the cap from the whip cream.

Ian was distracted as he flipped over a couple pancakes.

Lip struck a match and looked up to see Fiona aiming the can of whip cream at Ian.

"I think those pancakes need a little WHIP CREAM!" Fiona sprayed Ian with whip cream.

Ian flinched at first, then he started laughing. "You bitch!" He let go of the spatula and held up his hand to try and shield himself.

Fiona cackled.

Ian lunged forward and grabbed the whip cream can.

Fiona let go and she sprinted out of the kitchen to avoid getting sprayed.

Ian didn't pursue. He lowered the can and shouted, "Yeah you better run!" Ian shook his head with a smile and set the can down. He glanced at his hand, which was coated in whip cream. Without a second thought, Ian raised his hand and flicked his tongue out. He started from the base of his hand and ran his tongue up along his palm, lapping up the sweet cream.

Lip watched Ian, his eyes widened a little.

Ian reached the end of his index finger and he curled it, sucking on the tip to get the remaining whip cream off.

"OW FUCK!" Lip ended up burning his fingers. He threw the match down.

Ian blinked and he looked over at Lip. "You okay?"

'Fuck no', Lip thought. He averted his gaze, "Yup, I'm good. I'll go see if Debbie and Liam are awake." Lip used the newspaper to cover his erection when he stood. He hurriedly left the kitchen and went upstairs.

Incident 004: "Oh come on...." Lip sighed impatiently and he decided to go through the dresser one more time. It was no use, Lip was officially out of clean underwear. "....Damnit." Lip looked over at Liam's dresser. He reluctantly walked over to the smaller dresser and he opened up the first drawer. Lip grabbed a pair of Spiderman briefs but they were incredibly tiny. Lip rolled his eyes, he might as well castrate himself if he tried to put them on. He tossed them back and closed the dresser.

Well, Lip was in quite the conundrum. He had another one of those 'dreams' again last night, the one with Ian sucking him off. He made a mess in his boxer briefs and was in need of a clean, dry pair. "Hmm, Ian should be up by now." Lip mumbled. He hated the idea of asking his own brother to borrow a set of underwear but there was no way he was going to free ball it today. Lip put on a black t-shirt and a pair of blue Nike trunks. He left his room and made his way down the hallway.

Lip reached Ian's door and he could see the light was off. Lip swallowed the lump in his throat and he knocked on Ian's door. "Hey...You awake?"

There was movement inside the bedroom, followed by Ian's voice. "Yeah, come in."

Lip opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. He flicked the lights on and noticed Ian was laying down in his bed, covered up with blankets. "Oh hey, I need to borrow a pair of-"

Lip stops when he notices a familiar pair of boxer briefs in the corner of Ian's room, below the window.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Ian said, he felt his heart race when Lip fell silent.

Lip ignored Ian and he walked across the floor towards the window. He leans down and picks up the boxer briefs. He stands and examines the stained underwear, which was stiff to the touch. This was the same exact pair Lip wore two nights ago, it was another result of a wet dream. But why did Ian have it? Lip stared at his younger brother. "Are you using my underwear to masturbate?"

Ian held his breath. He didn't answer.

'Stubborn as usual', Lip thought. He walked over to the bedroom door and pushed it until it closed with a click.

Ian rolled over to see if Lip left. When he saw his older brother standing there, the redhead bolted up into a sitting position. The blankets fell off Ian's upper body to reveal he was shirtless, but he was wearing a black pair of trunks. "What are you doing?"

Lip dropped the soiled underwear onto the floor, turned around, and walked to the bed.

Ian tensed up.

Lip climbed onto the bed and he sat down next to his brother.

Ian didn't budge.

Lip looked at his brother, "If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right."

"Huh?" Ian blinked.

"When's the last time you been tested?" Lip asked calmly.

Ian nearly choked on his own spit. He coughed a few times before answering, "I-its been awhile, but I always use condoms."

Lip nodded, "Even so....get tested and I will too. When that's out of the way, we can pick a day."

"A day for what?" Ian asked, he was skeptical.

"To fuck each other." Lip said, again he was calm and direct.

Ian was stunned into silence. He was almost tempted to throw himself out of the window to see if this was a dream or not. He didn't know what to say. How the hell was he supposed to respond TO THAT?!

Lip smirked at Ian's shocked expression. The older sibling leaned forward and he pressed his lips to Ian's ear, "In the meantime...you any good at hand jobs?"

Ian visibly shivered when he felt Lip's hot breath against his ear. Afraid his voice would squeak or waver, Ian only nodded.

"Good, sit by me." Lip scooted to the edge of the bed and he let his feet rest on the bedroom floor. He patted the area next to his right.

Ian obediently moved to sit next to his brother, mimicking the same position he was sitting in.

Without saying anything, Lip reached down and hooked his fingers underneath Ian's trunks. He pulled them down enough to release Ian's erection.

Ian shivered when the cold air hit him; he was fully hard. Curious, Ian reached over and gripped Lip's trunks, only to pull them down until his hard dick sprang free. "Holy shit Lip, you're fucking huge."

"Yeah? Well you're not too shabby yourself." Lip wrapped his hand around Ian's dick and he rubbed his thumb over the slit, smearing pre-cum in the process. Lip wasn't bothered by the fact Ian's dick was slightly longer then his, but Lip had more girth.

Ian gasped. He wiggled his hips against Lip's hand before reaching over and wrapping his left hand around Lip's cock, giving a few test strokes.

Lip tensed up and he closed his eyes. "Fuck...." It felt so good, far better then he could ever imagine or dream up. He thought he might be disgusted if he ever let Ian touch him like this but it was the opposite. It felt pleasing and almost...natural. Lip gave a few hip thrusts against his brother's hand.

Ian loved Lip's reaction, it prompted him to let go and raise his hand to his mouth. Ian spit into the palm of his hand and then he grabbed Lip's cock again. He started stroking him, slicking him up in the process. Ian leaned down and he rested his left cheekbone against Lip's shoulder. "Is....is this okay?" Ian tilted his head so that his lips brushed Lip's neck.

"Mm...." Lip bucked his hips and he started to build up a rhythm that matched Ian's hand. "Y-yeah, it's fine." Lip could barely talk without his voice threatening to give out. The redhead was profusely leaking pre-cum that there was no need for Lip to provide extra lubricant. Within a matter of seconds, Lip had Ian's dick coated in his own pre-cum. His worked his hand up and down, flicking his wrist as he did so.

Ian trembled against his brother.

Lip nuzzled his face against Ian's hair.

Ian started to pump his hips faster. He pressed his face closer to Lip's neck, taking in a deep breath and inhaling his older brother's scent.

The gesture made Lip buck his hips harder. With his nose buried in Ian's red locks, Lip inhaled a deep breath. He caught the scent of something sweet and earthy, ginger maybe. Whatever it was, Lip fucking loved it.

Ian moaned softly, "Lip~" His hips stuttered as he came all over Lip's hand.

That moan did it, it pushed Lip over the edge. He bit down on his bottom lip and grunted. He felt his cock twitch in Ian's hand before ejaculating.

The two siblings continued to jerk each other off, each enjoying their climax to the fullest.

When Lip slowed down and stopped, Ian did the same.

They both sat in silence with their hands wrapped around each other's wet cocks.

Lip pressed a kiss to Ian's head and then he removed his hand.

The loving gesture made Ian blush. He sat up and lowered his hand as well.

Lip glanced around with his right hand in the air.

Ian leaned down and grabbed a dirty t-shirt. He wiped his hand clean first and then held out to Lip.

"Thanks." Lip took the shirt and used the dry side to wipe his hand off.

"Lip?"

Lip looked at his brother. "Yeah?"

"That....that felt really good but...I'm in a relationship." Ian glanced away, the guilt written all over his face.

Lip tossed the shirt on the floor, "Yeah, I know. Tell me something Ian, when you and Trevor are fucking, do you ever pretend it's me?"

Ian's face turned a darker shade of red, so much in fact that it matched his hair color. He bit down on his bottom lip and refused to answer.

Lip smirked at the reaction, Ian's silence said enough. "Look, I'm not gonna force you to do something you don't wanna do. Obviously our morals are pretty fucked up." Lip stood up from the bed and tucked his dick inside his trunks.

Ian reached out and he grabbed Lip by his wrist.

Lip paused and looked at Ian.

"I...I'm scared because I want to....I really, really want to Lip." Ian stared nervously into those hazel blue eyes.

Lip smiled and he turned his hand over and squeezed Ian's hand reassuringly. "If I had to be honest....I'm fucking terrified."

Ian's eyes widened in awe. He never saw vulnerability in his brother, no, that wasn't Lip. Lip Gallagher was the smartest and bravest man Ian had ever come to know. He felt blessed that this strong man was his older brother and Ian would do absolutely anything for him. Whether or not these feelings were misplaced, Ian was dying to know what Lip was like in bed. Would it finally end the immoral infatuation? Perhaps it would and then things could go back to normal.

Ian stood up and he moved over to his brother and leaned down, pressing his forehead against Lip's own.

Lip snickered a little and he tilted his head to look up at Ian. "Just because you're taller doesn't mean I can be intimidated."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Ian smiled.

Lip's heart fluttered when he saw that smile. He swallowed and cleared his throat, "Say uh, you got any clean underwear I can borrow?"

Ian gave an embarrassed laugh, "Ha....I ran out last night."

Chapter 8

Summary:

Ian gets tested. Lip pulls a disappearing act. Everyone is worried as fuck.... But, things fall into place somehow.

Notes:

“That’s what Jamie didn’t understand: it was never just sex. Even the fastest, dirtiest, most impersonal screw was about more than sex. It was about connection. It was about looking at another human being and seeing your own loneliness and neediness reflected back. It was recognizing that together you had the power to temporarily banish that sense of isolation. It was about experiencing what it was to be human at the basest, most instinctive level. How could that be described as just anything?”

― Emily Maguire, Taming the Beast

Ian raised his hand and knocked on Debbie's door.

"Come in!"

The redhead stepped inside with a basket of clothes resting against his left hip. "Lip is gonna start laundry, you got anything that needs washing?"

"Oh my God, yes I do!" Debbie got up from her bed and walked over to her closet.

"Heh, what happened to independent sleeping habits? You were complaining about parents co-sleeping with their kids the other day." Ian could see Franny's tiny body underneath a light blanket on Debbie's bed; she was fast asleep.

"Blah, blah, blah, those parenting books are bullshit. Franny falls asleep faster next to me instead of her crib." Debbie commented. She picked up two big baskets full of dirty laundry. "Franny goes through SO much clothes I swear, three or four outfits a day is ridiculous."

".....Fiona did laundry three days ago and you two ALREADY filled up your baskets?" Ian was surprised.

"Yup, wait till you have a daughter of your own, you'll understand why she goes through so much clothes." Debbie placed the smaller basket on top of the larger. She carried them over to Ian.

"Pffft, yeah, me having a daughter... I can barely take care of myself Debs." Ian wrapped his right arm around the bottom basket and held it securely against his side.

"Well, you never know. Maybe you'll knock Trevor up one day?" Debbie said, a cheeky smile playing about her freckled face.

"......Fuck you for putting that image in my head." Ian turned around and stepped out of the bedroom.

"Love you too~" Debbie laughed and quietly closed the door.

Ian shook his head and he mumbled incomprehensible words as he descended the stairs. He walked into the kitchen and turned to his left to see Lip bending over the dryer and throwing wet clothes inside. Ian paused and he unabashedly stared at Lip's ass.

"Take a picture it'll last longer." Lip said without glancing up.

Ian visibly blushed, "Sorry."

"I'm kidding." Lip closed the dryer door and stood up. He twisted the dial and pressed the start button. He turned around, leaned against the dryer, and focused on Ian. "You can stare all you want but everyone is gonna give you shit if you get caught." Lip smirked, "You make it pretty fucking obvious."

Ian chuckled, "Hey....I've been checking guys out since junior high, I'm pretty sure I got this game down."

"Oh so now I'm a game to you huh?" Lip raised an eyebrow.

Ian blinked and was taken back by the response. "What? No, your'e not a game. What I meant-"

"I'm fucking with you Ian, quit taking everything literally." Lip was smiling with amusement but it faded when he saw the three baskets. "Holy shit...." He glanced down at the other three baskets of laundry on the floor; one was his, the other Liam's, and the third belonged to Fiona. "Fuck, I'm gonna be busy all day. I think there's enough detergent to get this all done."

Ian lowered all the baskets to the floor, "I can buy more after work."

"When do you have to go in?"

"Uh....Sue is gonna be here in twenty minutes to pick me up." Ian glanced at the clock hanging above the kitchen table.

"Oh...alright, well have a good day at work I guess. Don't go killing anyone." Lip turned around and opened up the washer.

"Yeah, I'll try." Ian's tone was a little on the monotone side. He found himself waiting and watching his older sibling.

Midway through filling the washer, Lip paused and glanced over his shoulder. "What?" He noticed Ian's unusual expression.

"Hm?" Ian snapped out of the daze and turned around, "Nothing, see ya." He left the kitchen and went upstairs to his room.

"......" Lip furrowed his eyebrows and he went back to filling the washer. He measured out the appropriate amount of liquid detergent then poured it inside the machine. He closed the lid and hit the start button.

Ian changed into his work uniform while cursing under his breath. "Stupid....what the hell were you thinking? He wasn't going to kiss you....he's not... them." Ian sat down on the edge of his bed and sighed. He felt stupid right now and embarrassed that he actually hoped for a kiss before going to work. He slipped one sock on at a time, his mind wandering back to Kev's words.

(Flashback of the conversation with Kev) "You’re not interested in a relationship with this guy, that’s what you got Trevor for. You just need to know what this other guy is like in bed and once you find out, you can focus on yourself and Trevor."

Ian ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah...I can focus on Trevor once this is out of the way." Ian stared at the bedroom door but he was really looking past it. He could visualize Mickey telling him to have a good day at work and kissing him on the lips. Caleb always did that too, he'd grab Ian by his hips and kiss him soft and sweet, before wishing him a good day at work. Trevor was cute, he'd kiss Ian on both cheekbones and say 'Have a good day babe'. Was Ian really THAT needy for affection? "God...I'm worse then a fucking woman," he mumbled. He almost heard that in Carl's voice, he'd probably tell Ian to yank out his tampon and man the fuck up.

A car horn honked outside.

"Shit!" Ian got up from his bed and quickly slipped his work shoes on without tying them. He grabbed his duffel bag, raced downstairs, and left through the front door.

Lip was sitting at the table with a cigarette in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He lifted his gaze when he saw a flash of red and blue, only to hear the front door slam shut. He chuckled and turned his attention back to open newspaper on the table. He was looking at the job listings and he saw one for a few dishwashers at the restaurant Fiona worked at. Lip had two more weeks before the impending meeting with the college board of officials. He had yet to share this information with Ian and Fiona but Lip was stubborn, a classic Gallagher trait. He could handle this on his own.

The first half of Ian's work shift went by fast. They had no fatalities, so far, and only four transports. A relatively easy day when it came to the chaotic life of Chicago's first responders.

"You're in a good mood. I take it you and Trevor have been engaged in hot make-up sex?" Sue quirked an eyebrow.

Ian blushed slightly but laughed nonetheless. "Sue, that's borderline sexual harassment."

"You feel harassed? Uh oh, better report it to your supervisor." Sue pretended to answer her cell phone. "Oh what's that Ian? Sue asked you a personal question? Oh no! I'll write her up right now and fire her. Yes, thank you for reporting this. Bye." She lowered the cell phone and smirked at Ian. "There, it's been reported."

"Yeah okay smart ass." Ian rolled his eyes, "And yes, if you really wanna know."

"Ahhh, I remember those days. Nothing better then make-up sex. Guilt always makes things feel a hundred times better." Sue pulled into the parking lot at their station.

"Really? You think so?" Ian never considered that. His mind drifted back to this morning's mutual hand job with Lip.... It DID feel really good, one of the best hand jobs he ever received. It wasn't really cheating.... Was it? He didn't kiss Lip and neither one stuck their dicks inside each other. But he was dating Trevor so.... 'I'm an awful boyfriend', Ian thought with a sigh.

Sue sensed the subtle change in Ian's attitude. She parked the ambulance and killed the engine. "Yeah, guilt makes sex feel amazing but it makes everything else blow. Whatever you got hanging over your conscious, it's better to fess up right away. I'm sure Trevor would find it in his heart to forgive you."

Ian couldn't get over Sue's intuitive skills, they were downright scary and impressive. Maybe that's why she was the supervisor and she had an impeccable record out in the field; she NEVER lost anyone in the seventeen years she's worked. Ian had nothing but respect for her, even though she could be hard ass sometimes. "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."

"Mhmm, see you in an hour." Sue opened up her door and climbed out of the vehicle.

Ian nodded, "See ya." He got out of the passenger side and closed the door. To save on time, Ian took off down the sidewalk at a jogging pace. He moved along the sidewalk and dodged pedestrians as he made his way to the free clinic. It took him about ten minutes to get there and to his relief, there wasn't too much people in today. He walked up to registration and checked in. When asked about the purpose of his visit, he stated his need to see a public health nurse. God this felt weird to the redhead, he hadn't gotten tested since high school. It was right before he started fucking Cash, the older man wanted to make sure Ian was 'clean' before their relationship got physical.

After filling out the necessary paper, Ian took a seat. He twiddled his thumbs together and glanced around. He saw a number of magazines and brochures addressing teenage pregnancy. Ian shuddered at the idea Debbie gave him earlier. He adored children but he couldn't imagine starting a family. There was a number of things to consider, including Ian's mental health. He inherited his mother's mental illness and there was a strong chance he could pass it on to future offspring. There was also his dysfunctional childhood and upbringing, it fucked him up in a number of ways. If it wasn't for Fiona, he would've died from pneumonia, no thanks to his fucking doped out parents. Ian felt a bitter ache in his chest but it vanished when he heard his name.

"Ian Gallagher?" A nurse called.

"Right here!" Ian got up and he followed the nurse behind a secure door. They walked down a long hallway and entered a room marked twelve.

"So what's going on today Mr. Gallagher?" The nurse held up a clipboard and gave a friendly smile.

Ian smiled back, "Uh....nothing serious, I just....wanted to get tested."

"Oh? Have you been engaged in unprotected sex?" The nurse looked at her clipboard.

"Yes." Ian nodded.

"When was the last time you engaged in unprotected intercourse and when was your last test?"

"A week ago and ....um, I really don't know. Ten years ago? I think." Ian felt embarrassed for not knowing.

"That's fine sweetie. Do you wan't a prostate exam as well?" The nurse scribbled notes.

"No, I'm good."

"Okay." The clipboard is set down and the nurse turns. She washes her hands first then dries them off. Blue latex gloves go on her hands and she starts retrieving items from a top cupboard; a long cotton swab and a plastic test tube. She removed the plastic cover from the cotton swab and turned around to face Ian.

Ian opened his mouth.

"Oh no...sweetheart this isn't for your mouth. You need to pull down your pants." The nurse said calmly.

Ian's mouth dropped a little further. "What?"

"Wow, you really haven't gotten tested in a long time huh? In order to test for STDs, I'll need to swab the inside of your penis. I promise I'll make this quick and as painless as possible. "

Crap. Ian was having second thoughts. Maybe he could lie and say he was tested. 'No, Lip will call bullshit as soon as he looks you in the eyes.' Ian sighed inwardly and he proceeded to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He pulled everything down and held his breath when the air condition hit his exposed length.

"Do you want to sit on the bed or stand?" The nurse asked.

"Stand, I'll stand." Ian was visibly nervous.

"Deep breath sweetie." The nurse could feel and see tension. She approached Ian and knelt down on one knee.

Ian looked up at the florescent lights and he started taking deep breaths. He nearly flinched when he felt a gloved, cold hand grip the end of his dick.

"Okay you're going to feel pressure, ready?"

"Yeah, ready." Ian held his breath.

Everybody that was currently in the waiting room looked up when the silence was shattered by a male voice shouting around. The registration clerks looked at each other and glanced over their shoulders, curious as to who was causing all the ruckus. One nurse paused just as she was about to call for the next patient. Several young woman and men appeared hesitant in their seats, a couple of them got up and quickly left the building.

Ian was slightly sore for the remainder of his work shift but he got through it. Sadly,it was his fault for making a simple procedure painful. He really shouldn't have moved or made a grab for the cotton swab. Sue dropped him off at home and Ian entered the house. The smell of pizza hit his nose and it made his mouth water. He forgot about the painful throbbing in his pants and he immediately made his way to the kitchen. Ian dropped his duffel bag by the washer, "Pizza hut? Since when do we have the cash to live like kings?"

"Since I got a raise." Debbie said with a smirk. "That and this nice old man kept giving me huge tips if I let him grab my ass from time to time."

".....Gross." Ian sat down at the table and he grabbed one of the pizza boxes.

"Hey at least she's not tricking herself out. Girls gotta make a living." Fiona commented. She walked over to Ian and set a cold beer down next to him. Fiona took a seat next to Debbie and she piled more bread sticks onto a plate.

Liam was seated next to Debbie, with Franny's highchair in between the two. "What's tricking?"

"It's a sneaky trick when you play cards." Fiona answered.

"Yeah? At least I ain't stripping for dollar bills." Debbie tore off a small piece of bread stick and held it out to Franny.

"HEY!" Ian huffed up defensively, "I never got anything lower then a twenty dollar bill!"

Debbie glared at Ian, "But you still had to-"

"SHUT UP!" Fiona slammed her beer on the table.

Debbie and Ian jumped from the loud sound. Liam giggled because he found it comical when everyone else got in trouble except him.

Franny cooed and drooled from her high chair; she was gnawing on the piece of bread her mother gave her.

"Ian, you should thank your little sister for kindly ordering dinner for us tonight." Fiona took a drink of her beer.

Ian rolled his eyes but he complied with his older sister's request. "Thank you for ordering pizza Debs, I really appreciate it."

"Your welcome Ian." Debbie picked up a pepperoni pizza and took a bite.

Ian did the same. He killed off four slices of pizza, two bread sticks, five boneless wings, and washed it down with two beers. It wasn't until he was done that he noticed Lip wasn't at the table. "Where's Lip?"

"Said he was staying in the dorms tonight, he had a few students he was tutoring this evening." Fiona said.

"Oh...okay." Ian didn't recall Lip saying anything about tutoring.

"He finished all the laundry though, can you take Lip and Liam's clothes up to their room?" Fiona asked.

"Sure thing." Ian got up and he tossed his empty beer bottles into the trashcan. He walked over to the washer and dryer to grab his duffel bag. He also grabbed the two baskets, including his own, and carried them upstairs. He went into Lip and Liam's room first, only to set their laundry baskets on the beds. Ian then carried his stuff to his room and closed the door. He set everything down on the floor and went over to his bed. He crawled onto the soft mattress and laid down on his stomach, but the dull pain in his crotch made him turn over and lay on his back. He was slightly disappointed Lip wouldn't be home this evening but it couldn't be helped. Ian closed is eyes and let his thoughts wander. Within the hour, the redhead was fast asleep.

Little did the Gallagher siblings know, Lip was at a fraternity party. He agreed to go on the sole basis he would be a designated driver and paid for his services. Well, that plan went to shit FAST. Lip's college buddies peer pressured him into drinking and he gave in, a little too easily. By midnight the man was wasted and he ended up catching a ride to someone's house party. When the party was busted for a noise complaint, Lip and several others fled on foot. He didn't remember much of what happened next but somehow he ended up at a hotel party. It was in one of the presidential suites and he didn't know a single person there. He made out with an attractive blonde woman who later on convinced him to snort a few lines of Oxycontin. Lip eventually passed out in the hotel room on one of the couches.

"Dude..." A man nudged Lip's shoulder. "Yo dude! Wake the fuck up!"

"Huh?" Lip opened his eyes but they teared up when the sunlight hit them. He closed his eyes and slowly sat up on the couch. There was a sharp pain in his head, making him groan lowly. "Where am I?"

"You're at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel and Suites. My friend already checked out of his room, I'm kicking everyone out before the housekeepers get here. Come on dude, you don't have to go home but you can't stay here." The man grabbed Lip by his arm and yanked up from the couch.

Lip staggered and he felt an overwhelming sense to throw up.

"Bathroom is right over there on your left, you got two minutes." The man walked over to one of the bedrooms to kick the remaining people out.

Lip nodded but he stayed where he was and took a few, slow, deep breaths. The nausea passed and he made his way to the door. He paused and looked down at himself to do a quick intake; he had all of his clothes on, underwear and shoes included. He checked his back pockets and felt his phone in his right pocket. He sighed in relief but he was without a jacket....Wait, did he even have a jacket when he drove to the fraternity party? No, he was almost certain he didn't. It was a good thing he left his wallet at home, he was sick of replacing his IDs and lying to Fiona about how he lost his house key.

The curly haired blonde left the hotel and checked his phone. Lip froze in the middle of the sidewalk when he saw the date. It had been five days since he hit the frat house up and played the part of worst designated driver in history. "No...fuck my life!" Lip squeezed the cell phone and his arm shook from how angry he felt. "I'm so fucking stupid...fuck, Fuck, FUUUCCCKKKK!"

Some of the people walking along the sidewalk paused to stare at Lip.

Lip ignored them and took off walking. He went through his call list and was thankful he didn't drunk call or text anyone. He did notice, however, he had a few missed calls from Fiona and Ian. Fuck. He was going to have to come up with a clever lie to cover his ass. He erased all the voicemails without listening to them and looked up an address for the nearest subway. Fortunately, he had his metro card with him. Thank fucking God, because the walk home would take him 4 hours minimum. How on earth he managed to end up all the way across the city without any money was beyond him. Lip located the subway station and he boarded the next train. He made it home in an hour and lucky for him, everyone was at work.

Lip showered up, brushed his teeth, popped a few generic painkillers, and retired to bed. It was only 1:00pm but the guy was physically exhausted. He fell into a deep state of sleep within minutes.

Those five days without hearing from Lip drove Ian crazy. Each passing day filled him with more anxiety. Did Lip change his mind about their... arrangement? If so, what was the reason behind it? Did Ian's hand job suck? Did he come off as too desperate? Was his behavior weird? Did Lip suddenly get a girlfriend? Or was it just cold feet? Ian made up excuses as to why he couldn't go stay with Trevor but in truth, the redhead was secretly waiting for his older brother to come home. Ian left a few a messages but he tried to make them sound casual like, 'Hey Fiona is worried and wanted me to call, let us know you're alive, haha just kidding'. That sounded fake as hell....maybe that's why Lip didn't return his calls. Ian was an emotional mess inside but he did his best not to show it.

Like her brother, Fiona was worried but for different reasons. Her maternal instincts were kicking in and she had a really bad feeling Lip was in trouble. She had this inkling for quite some time but she never brought it up with Lip. She noticed how he avoided certain subjects, especially when it pertained to college. Something was going on..... That and she could smell whiskey on Lip's breath. Not just once in awhile, but almost EVERY time he was home, there was some sort of alcohol odor lingering on him. Fiona was well aware of the fact that her and her siblings had a higher chance of turning into alcoholics or drug addicts if they weren't careful with their habits. Frank was a classic of example of what kind of person Fiona didn't want to become; she didn't wish that fate on her siblings either. Fiona called Lip several times and left a couple of messages but there was no word from Lip. Fiona was THIS close to marching down to the police department and filing a missing person report.

Imagine the surprise when Fiona, Debbie, Franny, and Liam arrived home.

Liam was the first to recognize his older brother's shoes. "Yay Lip is home!"

Fiona and Debbie looked at each other in surprise.

Fiona rushed upstairs and she walked into Lip's room, flicking the lights on.

Lip was curled up on his left side, sleeping away peacefully.

"LIP!" Fiona walked up to her brother and smacked him behind the head.

Lip didn't move or respond.

".....Lip?" Fiona's angry expression faded. She walked to the other side of the bed and held her hand in front of her sibling's nose. Lip was breathing at a normal pace but it was unlike him to sleep so heavily. Lip was a light sleeper, Fiona knew that.

"Is Lip okay?" Debbie, Franny, and Liam stood outside the door.

"I don't know Debs, Ian is an EMT so when he gets off work we'll have him check Lip. Okay?" Fiona stood up, there was concern in her eyes.

Ian doesn't get home till around 10:00pm.

Fiona is quick to give Ian a detailed update.

Ian went upstairs to Lip's bedroom, with his older sister trailing behind him. The redhead took a seat on the edge of the bed and he dug through his duffel bag to retrieve a stethoscope, flashlight, and digital thermometer. These were all items he was supposed to keep in storage at work but Sue ordered new, updated equipment; she let Ian keep a few things in case an incident took place close to home. Ian leaned over his brother and he shined the bright flashlight in both eyes, taking note of the abnormally dilated pupils. He took Lip's blood pressure next and listened to his lungs closely. The last vital he collected was Lip's temperature and that was the only normal thing with Lip right now.

"Well? What's your diagnosis doc?" Fiona looked at Ian.

Ian sighed and he lifted his gaze to focus on his sister. "His temperature is good but his blood pressure is a little high. His breathing rate is far too slow for an erratic heartbeat, that and he has dilated pupils."

"Okay.....Ian, sweetie, what the fuck does that mean?"

"It means...he's comin' down from something Fi."

The color drained from Fiona's face.

Ian's expression was solemn. He waited for Fiona to absorb the information and give her next instructions.

"Ian...if this was one of your patients and you were on the job, what would you do?" Fiona raised her right thumb to her mouth and she nibbled on the nail; a telltale sign she was starting to grow nervous.

Ian thought about it and answered, "I would hook him up to an IV and flush his body out with fluids. I would transport him to the hospital and recommend he be put on oxygen."

Fiona furrowed her eyebrows, visibly worried.

Ian knew why Fiona was silent and tense, it was a money issue. "But...I could call Sue up for a favor."

"Yes, please do that." Fiona nodded.

Ian took out his cell phone and he dialed Sue's number. He got up from the bed and walked over to the window as the line rang.

"Hello?"

"Sue! Hey uh, sorry to bother you. I...something happened to Lip and I'm need of a huge favor." Ian held his breath.

There was a long pause.

"What do you need kid?"

Ian sighed in relief. He explained Lip's condition in thorough detail and requested necessary supplies. Sue informed him that she could provide two IV bags of the necessary fluids to flush Lip's system out but she couldn't deliver oxygen tanks; they costed way too much to hand over for free. Regardless, Ian thanked her and he hung up the phone. He turned around and looked at Fiona, "She'll be here in fifteen minutes with two IV bags."

"And the oxygen?" Fiona asked.

Ian shook his head. "I can stay up with him and monitor his breathing. Sue recommends twelve hours of close observation and if he doesn't wake up by noon tomorrow, to call it in."

"Ian you just got done with a twelve hour shift, I'll stay up with Lip." Fiona insisted.

"No, you have work in the morning, so does Debs. If Frank doesn't show up in the morning then you'e gonna have to drive Liam to school. I get tomorrow off anyway, I can handle staying up another twelve hours." Ian walked over to his sister and he put his hands on both her shoulders. He gave a gentle squeeze, "I got this. Lip is gonna be okay."

Fiona lifted her left hand and placed it over Ian's hand. "I know...he's a tough kid, he'll be alright."

"Yeah, toughest one of us all." Ian said.

That made Fiona chuckle a little.

Ian smiled, some of the tension was lifted for the both of them.

Sue showed up in exactly fifteen minutes as promised. She entered the Gallagher home and went upstairs to check the status of Lip's health. She came up with the same prognosis as Ian. Sue took it upon herself to clean Lip's right hand with alcohol pads. Then she wrapped a rubber tie around his arm and waited for the veins to become more prominent. Years of experience and skill clearly showed in the way she conducted herself. Sue located a vein on the top part of Lip's hand and inserted a length of flexible plastic tubing using a needle. She used surgical tape to hold the tubing in place and then motioned for Ian to bring the IV pole and bag.

Ian wheeled the IV pole over to Sue and he held the IV bag out to the experienced EMT.

Sue took the bag and attached the drop chamber to it. She made sure it was secure and trailed her hands down the plastic tubing to check the injection port. The next item was the roller clamp and Sue adjusted it to control the rate at which the IV fluid would flow through the tubing. Sue leaned over the unconscious male and pushed the end of the tube into the IV port on Lip's hand.

Ian automatically checked the drip chamber to make sure it was half full; he counted the drops. "Sue, it's at 25 drops per minute."

"Okay, that's accurate. In six hours you'll need to change the IV bag out and after another six hours, remove the IV and bandage his hand. Attempt to wake him up but if he's still unresponsive, give me a call okay?" Sue stood up.

Ian nodded. "Thank you Sue."

"Yeah, no problem." Sue reached out and squeezed Ian's shoulder. She lowered her hand afterwards and walked to the bedroom door where Fiona was hovering. Sue paused, "You okay Miss Gallagher?"

"Yeah. Hey you've seen this before right? He's gonna wake up tomorrow?" Fiona's nerves were wracked with stress and it showed in her face.

Sue nodded once. "I've seen it before. I'm confident your brother will wake up tomorrow." She glanced over her shoulder at Ian, "Lip is in good hands." With that, the older woman showed herself out.

Ian unzipped his sweater and tossed it on the floor.

"You wan't me to grab you something to eat?" Fiona asked, her gaze hovering on Lip.

"Naa, I'm good." Ian shook his head. "It's late, I'll go grab Liam."

"You know, I think I'll have Liam sleep with me tonight. I don't want him to see Lip with that needle in his hand.... It's tough on a child to see their family like this." Fiona pushed away from the wall and walked over Ian. "If you need anything come wake me up?"

"Sure thing." Ian nodded.

Fiona leaned up and kissed Ian on his left cheekbone. "I love you kid."

"Love you too." Ian smiled tiredly.

Fiona moved to the bed and she leaned over and pressed a kiss to Lip's forehead. "I love you Lip and if you can hear me, I'm gonna kick your ass when you wake up." She stood up, walked away, and closed the bedroom door behind with a soft click.

Ian unzipped his pants and slid them off. He stepped out of them, walked over to Lip's dresser, and grabbed a pair of gray sweats. He slipped them on first before peeling off his t-shirt; he liked to sleep shirtless as he had a tendency to overheat at night. Ian tossed his socks and other articles of clothing into Lip's laundry basket. He turned on a small lamp in the corner of the room before turning the bedroom lights off; the room was darker now but for the limited glow. The redhead picked up one of the pillows from Liam's bed and walked back over to Lip's bedside. The bed was wide enough for Ian to lay down on his right side and he curled his right arm underneath Liam's pillow, laying his head down. Ian's green eyes hovered on Lip's sleeping face, God, he looked perfect... "Like an angel," he mumbled. Ian reached out and brushed a few curls from Lip's face. "You're an asshole but I'm happy you're alive."

In the background the hallway floorboards shifted. Debbie said goodnight to Fiona and Liam.

Fiona said the same thing to Debbie and Franny.

Two bedroom doors close.

Everything falls silent, but for a few noisy creaks of beds shifting as the siblings went to bed.

Ian rested his left had on Lip's chest; he could feel the gentle rise and fall of his brother's chest. He watched and listened.

The hours waned on into the early morning.

Ian stayed awake during the six hour duration, barely.

A cell phone alarm went off.

Ian twitched harder then hell and bolted up in bed. He forgot about the timer he set... Ian picked up his phone from a nearby nightstand and checked the time: 5:30am. "Fuck..." He was beyond exhausted at that point. Ian shut the alarm off, yawned loudly, and got out of bed. He moved to his duffel bag and picked up the IV bag of clear fluids resting on top of it. He replaced the nearly empty IV bag with the full one. He counted the IV drops in the chamber to make sure it was consistent. Satisfied, Ian got back into bed and he pressed two fingers against Lip's neck. It was a strong pulse and less erratic, "That's a good sign Lip..." Ian whispered. His eyelids felt unusually heavy and before he knew it, his eyes closed. 'Just rest your eyes for a few minutes', he thought. Ian shifted his hand to Lip's chest, right over his heart; he could feel a light heartbeat against his palm. That....that was comforting. Ian counted Lip's heartbeat and soon it enough it lulled him to sleep.

Around 6:30am, Fiona Gallagher entered the bedroom to check on her brothers. What she found was heartwarming and had she not be riddled with stress, she would've taken a picture. Ian was cuddled up to his brother's side with his hand resting over Lip's heart. Fiona moved closer and she listened to the sound of Lip breathing; he sounded stronger, and the color in his face returned. He didn't look as awful as he did six hours ago. Fiona was relieved and she left the room to go wake up Debbie and Liam.

Pressure.

Pressure in the bladder. Too uncomfortable to ignore.

Lip's eyes shot open and he pushed himself up into a sitting position. He was aware of another presence and looked down to see Ian sleeping away. "Ian?" As much as he wanted to stay put and figure out what happened, the bathroom was calling his name. Lip shoved the blanket off and got out of bed. "What the fuck?" Lip spotted the IV tube in his right hand. "Oh....oh shit." Lip groaned as he vaguely recalled attending a frat party. He must've blacked out again... Lip removed the surgical tape and yanked the IV out of his hand. He left the room and went straight to the bathroom. Lip tugged his trunks down and took a very much needed piss. "I'm pretty sure I made it home on my own this morning....or was it yesterday? Damn..." Lip's sense of time was blurred and disorientated. He had no fucking clue what he did while he was blacked out. He finished up, flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and went back to the bedroom.

Lip stood by his bed and stared down at Ian. He eyed the IV pole near his side of the bed and he was beginning to piece together what might have happened in the past twenty-four hours. Ian, Mr. EMT, hooked him up to an IV to flush out his system. He remembered waking up in a hospital after getting alcohol poisoning, having been hooked up to an IV in a similar fashion. He wasn't sure if waking up in his house was any better then waking up in a hospital.

"You're awake...." Ian mumbled.

Lip looked at his brother, noticing the tired smile and deep circles under the redhead's eyes. "Yeah, I'm awake." He smiled slightly.

"Good....thought I was dreaming." Ian closed his eyes.

"Naa, not a dream." Lip sat down on the bed.

"I was so worried...thought you changed your mind and disappeared on purpose." Ian said, never moving from his spot on the bed.

"Huh?" Lip was confused.

"I got tested....that very day."

"Oh.....OH!" Realization sunk in. "Shit, Ian.....I uh, I didn't get tested yet."

"I figured as much...still, you had us all worried." Ian inhaled and yawned.

"I know....I'm sorry, I fucked up." Lip felt guilt and shame, much like he did all those other times he woke up after blacking out. He just hated the fact Ian had to see him like that and treat him for alcohol poisoning. "Hey, I didn't forget what I told you. I'll get tested tomorrow and make it up to you, okay?"

Ian opened his eyes and he looked up at Lip. "Forget about it."

"What?" Lip felt a pain in his chest.

"I said forget about it.....we don't have to do anything."

Lip's heart broke a little. "Ian..."

Ian didn't say anything, those emerald eyes of his stared into his brother's hazel blue eyes.

Suddenly, Lip cupped Ian's face with both hands. He leaned down and closed the gap between their mouths.

Ian's eyes widened in shock and he froze up as a result.

Lip hovered over Ian while he spoke: "Please don't look at me like that..."

By then Ian was fully awake. He wasn't sure what Lip meant. "What do you mean?"

"Disappointment....I know I'm a failure but I'm trying really hard to do you proud, ALL of you. I can't....I can't stand to see disappointment in your eyes when you're looking at me. It kills me Ian, it fucking kills me..." Lip's voice wavered with emotion.

"Lip..." Ian reached up and he placed both hands against his brother's face. "I'm not disappointed, really."

"Liar..." Lip smiled slightly when he felt warm hands on his face. "I wanna make it up to you, please let me?"

Ian thought about it while stroking his thumbs up and down Lip's cheekbones. "Fuck me then."

Both of Lip's eyebrows raise. "But I haven't been tested yet..."

"I know." Ian sighed dramatically and averted his gaze. "Guess I could just ask you a thousand questions like, where the fuck did you REALLY go after leaving the house? Who did you go with? Were you driving? And why didn't you call or return the messages Fiona and I-"

Lip cut his brother off by kissing him again.

"Mmmff..." Ian made sounds of protest but a smile threatened to form.

"Condom or no condom?" Lip's heart raced as he said that.

Without missing a beat, Ian responded: "No condom." He tilted his head and leaned up to nuzzle a kiss against Lip's ear. "I wanna feel your big cock inside me, every inch of it," he whispered.

The warm breath against his ear made Lip shiver, while the words traveled all the way down to his cock. "Ian....fuck."

Ian smirked triumphantly but it didn't last long.

Lip leaned back up and he grabbed Ian by his hips, forcefully pulling him to the center of the bed. Lip pushed Ian down and made him lay on his back. Within seconds Lip was positioned between his brother's legs. He wrapped his arms Ian's legs and lifted them so that the rested over his shoulders. He let go and leaned forward, letting his hands rest against the bed on either side of Ian's head. He started to thrust his hips forward against his brother's groin.

Ian was pleasantly surprised by the aggressive behavior. He didn't protest as Lip positioned him to his liking. Ian gasped as soon as he felt Lip's crotch rub against his own. His head rolled back and he moved his hips as best as he could, building up a fast rhythm that matched his brothers.

The two men rigorously dry humped each other and within a short amount of time, each of them were achingly hard.

Ian was the first to give in and he moaned softly, "Lip....please~"

That voice.....that fucking voice. The moan was so needy and desperate, Lip thought it was insanely hot. "Ian." Lip's voice was hoarse, "Where's your lube?"

"In....in my duffel bag, on the floor." Ian raised a trembling hand and pointed to the corner of the room.

Lip nodded and he lowered Ian's legs carefully. He crawled off the bed and took off his t-shirt, followed by his trunks and underwear. Approaching the duffel bag, he leaned down an unzipped it. He dug around for about a minute before locating a medium sized plastic bottle. He pulled it out and made sure it was lubricant and not one of Ian's medical supplies. Why in God's name was lube in his work bag was beyond Lip; he could ask about it later. Lip stood up and turned around, flicking the cap open. He poured a generous amount of clear liquid into his left hand before capping the lube and dropping it back in the bag. Lip wrapped his hand around his cock and moved it up and down, slicking his length up in the process.

Ian followed Lip's cue and stripped off his own clothing, tossing it aside on the floor. He scooted to the edge of the bed and watched Lip ready himself. Fuck, if that wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever seen....

Lip smirked when he noticed where Ian's eyes were focused. "Lay on your back."

"Ok...wait, what?" Ian raised is eyes and looked at Lip, seemingly confused. "You don't want me to turn around and get on my hands and knees?"

"Doggy style? Naa, I wanna see your face Ian."

"But why?"

Lip thought Ian was messing with him, until he saw the confusion in his brother's eyes. He'd have to explain it. Lip lowered his hand and he walked up to Ian.

Ian bit down on his bottom lip when he saw Lip's cock up close; he was fucking huge.

"Because I wanna fuck you properly. If you're facing the other way I won't know if I'm making you feel good. You could be bored out of your mind and faking an orgasm just to get me off." Lip said.

"I...I would never do that." Ian looked up at his brother.

"Yeah, I know Ian....but still, I want you on your back. It's either my way or-" Lip gripped his own cock again, "-no way at all."

Oh that sealed the deal right there. Ian couldn't help but grow excited at the thought of Lip's cock inside him. "Okay." He scooted back on the bed and laid down on his back.

Lip smirked at how easy it was to get Ian to obey. "Such a good little brother~" He cooed.

The words make Ian flush crimson and he doesn't understand why his stomach is stirring with butterflies.

Lip admired the blush while he put both hands on the bed.

Ian spread his legs without being told.

Lip's heart skipped a beat. He placed his right knee on the bed first and slowly crawled over his brother. Once he was over him, Lip leaned down and kissed Ian.

Ian raised his legs and wrapped them around his brother's hips. His lips part and he welcomes the kiss.

Lip can't wait anymore. He reached down and gripped his cock, guiding the head to Ian's entrance. "Hey...." Lip mumbled against the kiss, "Have you done this before? Do I need to take it slow?"

Ian though about it for a few seconds and he shook his head. "No you don't have to take it slow."

"Good." Without warning, Lip bucked his hips forward.

Ian suddenly threw his head back and yelped in pain. "AHH FUCK!!!" A sharp pain shot up his lower back and his insides screamed in agony. Christ it felt like he was being torn apart.

Lip gasped at the tight sensation before slumping forward and groaning against Ian's ear. "F-fuck Ian! You're too tight, ya needa relax."

"I-I'm t-trying to." Ian whimpered.

Shit, Lip was going to ejaculate if Ian didn't relax. He lifted his head and cupped Ian's face once more. Lip pressed a kiss to Ian's lips but this one was hungry and desperate by nature. He shoved his tongue inside Ian's mouth and explored those warm walls. He stroked his right hand up and down Ian's cheekbone, while the other hand trailed through his brother's hair. He twisted red locks around his fingers and stroked the soft hair in a loving manner. "It's okay Ian....it's okay, big brother is gonna take care of you" he whispered against the kiss.

The pain was awful but the kiss.....the kiss was such a nice distraction. Ian's painful moans were muffled by the aggressive tongue action but it gradually soothed Ian into a calmer state. He reached up and slowly draped his arms around Lip's neck. The loving words make Ian melt inside and his body gradually relaxed.

Once Ian relaxed, it was Lip's turn to focus on calming down. He broke the kiss and nuzzled his lips against Ian's neck. He slowed his breathing and chuckled lightly, "Shit I almost came you fuckin' liar."

Ian laughed breathlessly, "Fuck you I didn't lie. It's just...the last guy wasn't very big like you."

The comment had Lip smirking in amusement. "No, I'm doing the fucking, not you~" Lip slowly pulled his hips back and then he pushed back inside Ian to test out how much he could handle.

Ian moaned and his back arched up from the bed.

The reaction from his brother ignited a spark inside Lip. In all of his years, Lip tried to be the kind, strong, protective brother Ian deserved. He felt successful at that part but as of right now, all he wanted to do was fuck Ian's brains out. Whatever beast was locked up inside was now untamable and insatiably hungry. Lip attacked Ian with a rough kiss, following up with fast, hard hip thrusts.

Ian was nowhere near prepared but at that point, he didn't care. Lip Gallagher, his own FUCKING brother was pounding into him relentlessly. 'Bring on the pain' he thought. Ian flinched when Lip kissed him, he was certain his lips were going to bruise from the sheer force of the kiss. He parted his lips and their teeth clashed noisily against one another. Ian squeezed his legs even tighter around his brother's hips. "Ohhh fuck me Lip, please fuck me harder~"

Lip groaned when he heard Ian's begging. He shifted all of his weight forward on his knees and against Ian's chest.

Ian was pinned down to the bed. Even if he wanted to move or pull away, he couldn't. He loved it.

Wanting to experiment, Lip changed the angle of his movements and proceeded to fuck his brother's tight hole.

Whether or not it was intentional, Lip's cock hit the perfect spot. Ian dug his fingernails into Lip's back and he moaned for more. "Right there!"

Lip took the cue and he pumped his hips faster, attacking that same area over and over again.

Ian's prostate could only take so much abuse. His eyelids fluttered and everything blurred out to white. "FUCK!" Ian's toes curled and his hips violently bucked against Lip. Within seconds his cock twitched and he ejaculated.

Lip damn near came when his brother did. It took every ounce of self will to keep going but he didn't last that much longer. He slipped his right hand behind Ian's head and pulled him close.

Ian's vision was blurry when Lip lifted his head. He could make out his brother's bright blue eyes.

Lip pressed his forehead to Ian's own.

Ian almost cried. This gesture...it was everything to the redhead. It had special meaning and it reminded him of Mickey. Of course, Mickey was just a fleeting thought before Ian focused on his brother. HIS brother. Phillip Gallagher. Both he and Ian were bonded now, in such a way siblings shouldn't be. But Ian didn't think any less of Lip, he loved him with all his heart and that would never change. Ian nuzzled his forehead against the other and his vision cleared to see the intensity and lust in Lip's eyes. Shit....was it possible to love and BE in love? If so, Ian was falling for the older male.

The redhead lost all common sense and he let the words slip out before he could stop. "I love you Lip."

The slip up was enough to send Lip over the edge. Normally declarations of love were a turn off but in Ian's case, Lip KNEW he meant the words. Lip stared into his brother's eyes and soon enough his hip movements stuttered and he cursed under his breath.

Ian's mouth opened to let out a heated moan. He felt his brother's cock twitching inside him before a hot sensation filled him.

Lip kissed his brother, silencing the moan in the process.

Ian held onto his brother and desperately kissed back.

Lip gradually slowed down and he rocked his hips slowly. Oh God, Ian was so warm inside and incredibly tight, in spite of the rough fucking. Lip stopped and he rested his head against Ian's shoulder. He relaxed against Ian's chest and laid on him. After a few seconds he leaned up and kissed Ian's neck. "I love you too, Ian."

Ian stroked one hand up and down Lip's sweaty back, a smile spreading across his face. Using the 'L' word wasn't a mistake after all. Wait....did Lip mean love as in 'Oh I love you as a brother' or, 'I love you and wanna spend my life with you?'

The floorboards out in the hallway started creaking, as though someone was walking towards the back bedrooms.

Lip and Ian freeze.

Both of them are looking at each other with fear and panic in their eyes.

The footsteps get closer and a voice calls out.

Notes:

This was one of those painfully long chapters. I was going to separate it into two chapters but thought "Naa I can squeeze all this into one." Newp, big mistake!!!! Took me all day and well into AM hours to complete. Now I will suffer sleep deprivation tomorrow hehe :3

I thought the quote at the beginning suited this chapter, kinda makes you think.

Seeing as how I can barely keep my eyes open, there's going to be spelling and grammatical errors. I'll edit it all later, hope you enjoyed the chapter~

Chapter 9

Summary:

Lip and Ian's sex dreams come true (pun not intended) but reality sets in. Some of the Gallaghers are not doing as well as they appear to be.

"Lip? Liam?"

Within a fraction of a second, Lip reaches over and grabs the edge of a blanket. He pulled it over him and Ian and then proceeded to roll his hips forward.

The action catches Ian off guard. His eyes widened and a whimper pushed past his lips; he was overly sensitive and sore.

Lip quickly covers Ian's mouth with his right hand and he faked a few deep grunts.

"Oh!" A tongue clicks, "Impressive my son. Gallaghers do NOT disappoint when it comes to passion and an unlimited libido. Just make sure you wrap it up."

Both Ian and Lip look at each other and visibly roll their eyes.

Fuck. It's Frank Gallagher.

Lip clears his throat, "Little busy Frank!"

"Say no more, say no more. I'm off like the metaphorical leaf in the wind." Frank turned and stumbled down the hallway. "But first I'm going to check Fiona's room, bitch still owes me for putting a stop to that atrocious wedding of hers."

Lip stopped moving his hips and he shook his head. "He sounds drunk. Wait here, I'll go kick him out."

Ian reached up and removed Lip's hand. "Okay."

Lip observed the lingering desire in Ian's eyes and it filled him with an unusual bubbly feeling in his chest. God, this kid was going to be the death of him if he wasn't careful. He was aware he was still semi-hard and resting comfortably in Ian's cum filled ass. If Frank hadn't shown up, Lip might have considered round 2.

Light thuds come from Fiona's room as Frank flipped the mattress, tossing all the linens onto the floor.

"Fucking Frank." Lip grumbled and he shifted his hands to the bed. He raised his body up and slowly pulled out of the younger male.

Ian clenched his jaw and hissed painfully as the tip of his brother's cock nudged out of his hole with a 'plop' noise. A warm trail of cum trickled down, making Ian burn crimson. "Wow....fuck."

"What?" Lip said.

Ian looked down past his stomach, "There's just so much of it..."

Lip raised an eyebrow, "You never had a guy cum inside you before?"

Ian shook his head. "No, this is the first time."

"But Trevor-"

"Silicone dick." Ian interrupts.

"Oh, right..." Lip almost forgot about that detail. So, in a way, he was kind of Ian's first....as far as having a guy ejaculate inside him. Lip is processing the information when Frank shouted triumphantly.

"Hah! Lip when you're done banging the broad we should smoke up Fiona's weed! I'll split it with you," Frank bellowed loudly.

"Broad?" Ian repeated irritably.

Lip refrained from laughing and he leaned down, pressing a kiss to his brother's forehead. "A sexy broad." With that, the older sibling shifted off the bed and pulled the blanket over Ian's face to keep him covered; never know when Frank will bust into a room unannounced. Lip heard a low 'fuck you' from underneath the blanket, making the blonde crack a smile. He grabbed his clothes from the floor and slipped underwear and trunks on. After tucking himself, Lip padded out of the room and down the hallway. He entered Fiona's now upturned room and reached out to grab the plastic Ziploc bag from Frank's hands.

Frank jumped away quickly, hugging the drugs to his chest like they were rare diamonds. "She OWES me!"

"Nobody owes you a damn thing Frank! Now give me Fiona's shit back or I'm gonna fucking break that lamp over your head." Lip stepped closer, he wasn't making empty threats.

Frank eyed his son up and down, considering his chances of fighting OR running.

Lip made a grab for the glass lamp on Fiona's night stand.

"Okay! Jesus fucking Christ it's just a few joints!" Frank tossed the bag at Lip's feet.

Lip picked up the bag and pointed to the door, "Out."

Frank scowled and he sauntered out past Lip, grumbling his protest the entire way.

Lip noticed the twitchy movements in Frank's body, among a few open sores on his face and hands. Having grown up around drug addicts, Lip recognized the telltale signs of a junkie coming down from his high. Frank was on that 'death' and he needed to keep his high going. "Fuck." Lip didn't trust his father when he was on drugs, the guy developed some serious sticky fingers. Lip shoved the bag of weed inside Fiona's dresser and went downstairs. Just as he neared the bottom, he saw Frank attempting to steal the T.V. "DROP IT FRANK!"

"FUCK YOU!" Frank made a run to the front door with the T.V. in his arms.

Lip grabbed the baseball bat hanging right above the staircase and he pursued his old man to the front entrance.

Fortunately, the T.V. was one of those old school boxes and not a flat screen. It was far too bulky and heavy to be maneuvered through the clutter of the Gallagher house. Frank bumped into a plastic tub and dropped the T.V. onto a pile of shoes and jackets. A string of obscene curses left his mouth but as soon as he saw Lip with the baseball bat, he sprinted out the front door.

Lip stepped around the T.V. and peered outside. He saw Frank hobbling down the sidewalk and raising his middle finger to the air. Lip slammed the door shut and locked it, although, Frank could easily pick the lock again. Fucking asshole could get past almost every lock known to mankind, but he was a clumsy thief and Lip was thankful for that. He set the bat aside and leaned down, slipping his arms around the T.V. He hoisted it up and returned it to the living room area. He plugged it in, made sure it still worked, and then went back upstairs to check on Ian. When Lip entered his room, he noticed his bed was empty; Ian's undergarments and trunks were gone. He stood by the edge of the bed and glanced at the IV bag and steel pole. He was curious if he could get any money for those...

Ian snuck up behind his brother. As soon as he was behind him, Ian hooked his arms underneath Lip's armpits.

"What the fuck?!" Lip felt his feet leave the floor.

Ian picked Lip up and he threw him on the bed. The redhead tackled his brother and tried to subdue him through sheer strength alone.

"Fucker!" Lip braced himself when he hit the bed. This wasn't what he was expecting but he wasn't about to back down from a wrestling match. He instantly pushed out his chest and neck muscles when Ian attempted to put him in a headlock.

Ian grunted and squeezed tightly. His pressed both his knees to the back of Lip's calves to keep him pinned.

Lip mentally laughed at his brother's choice of moves, he really didn't change much and STILL made the same mistakes. All Lip had to do was lean far to the left and pretend like he was passing out.

Ian sensed his brother's weakening body and he smirked, "Say it! Say uncle!"

"Ian...I...fine...." Lip pretended to gasp for air. When he felt Ian's guard was all the way down, Lip relaxed his neck muscles. He felt Ian's grip loosen and that's when he grabbed Ian's arms and pushed them up over his head. At the same time, Lip rocked his body to the right with a forceful jerk.

With nothing keeping him grounded to the bed or Lip, Ian was thrown onto the floor. He landed with a solid thud on his back and groaned in pain, albeit it was all exaggeration. "Oooowww."

Lip got off the bed and walked over to Ian's side. "Dick move sneaking up on me like that."

Ian stopped groaning and he stared up at his brother. "It was tactical, not at all a dick move." He extended his right for Lip to take.

"Save the military shit for Frank, I have a feeling he's gonna be back soon. He's hurting for a quick fix." Lip took Ian's hand, squeezed it, then pulled him up from the floor.

Ian was on his feet in seconds and he raised an eyebrow at the mention of Frank. "Yeah? He's gone though right?"

Lip nodded, "Yeah I scared him off."

Ian smirked slightly and he moved right up to his brother. The redhead pressed his forehead to Lip's own and he wrapped his arms around the other's lower back. He held him close and tight.

Lip was slow to react. He put his hands on Ian's chest to push him away but by then Ian had a firm grip around him. He felt his brother's arousal pressed against his own, bringing with it a light blush. Lip looked up at Ian and he saw the same look as before: Lust and desire.

Ian tilted his head and peppered Lip's neck with soft kisses. "Mmm, should we go for round 2?"

The kisses make his neck tingle and Lip can feel his cock give an interested twitch at the suggestion. Part of him considered it, but the other, slightly more rational side, said otherwise. "Ian...this was just a one time thing. You know that.... Right?"

"Mhmm." Ian acknowledged the revelation but it doesn't stop him. His kisses get a little more aggressive and he started using tongue and teeth to graze over the feverish skin.

Lip tensed and he mentally cursed at himself for thinking with his dick instead of his brain.

Ian gives a few hip thrusts.

Lip's breath hitched. On impulse, he moved his hips in slow circles. Their cocks rubbed against each other, both equally hard and throbbing for attention.

Ian's breath trembled as he exhaled. He kissed Lip's ear and let his hot breath linger there. "Lip...we have at least another hour before everyone gets home. I know we can't do this ever again but can we make the most of our time left? I wanna suck you off and taste you."

The words fall off Ian's lips like liquid fire. Lip can hardly control himself at that point and he reached down, grabbing Ian's ass.

The hard groping made Ian squirm and he let out a needy moan into Lip's ear.

"Fuck Ian....get on your hands and knees right now." Lip said, his voice gravelly.

Ian does as he's told. He stepped away from his brother, only to lower himself to his hands and knees.

Lip walked over to the bed and sat down. He spreads his legs a little, raised one hand, and motioned with his index finger. "Crawl slowly."

Ian obeyed the command. He crawled leisurely across the floor towards the bed, his gaze never leaving Lip's watchful eyes.

"Stop." Lip said, right before Ian could touch anything. "Use your teeth to take off my clothes. No hands."

Ian accepted the task without question. He leaned forward and gripped the left side of Lip's trunks between his teeth. Ian pulled and maneuvered backwards.

Lip raised his legs from the floor and watched Ian crawl all the way back until they were completely removed.

Ian repeated the same thing with Lip's boxer briefs but this one took some effort. Without any help from Lip, or the use of his hands, Ian had to slip his tongue against the thigh area. He worked the pink muscle underneath the fabric and managed to pull it back until he could grip it with his teeth. Ian moved backwards again until the boxer briefs slipped off and fell to the floor. Ian stared at Lip's erection, the head glistening with pre-cum. "Fuck....can I put it in my mouth now?"

Lip smiled and nodded once. "Yes but you'll stay on all fours. Is that understood Corporal Gallagher?"

Ian blushed and nodded eagerly. "Yes Sir." He shifted forward and his lips parted. Ian took in Lip's cock, just the head at first. He sucked the pre-cum away, humming in delight from the taste.

Lip's heart fluttered, fuck, Ian was hot....for a guy. Was it more fucked up if Lip thought Ian was hot BECAUSE he was his little brother?

Ian flicked his tongue along the slit.

Lip's hips jerked, forcing his questions on morality right out the window. He leaned over and slid his right hand down Ian's freckled back. He reached Ian's rear and carefully slid his hands underneath the trunks. Lip located Ian's entrance and he rubbed two fingers over the area, teasing him just a bit.

Ian whined at the touch and he started inching down Lip's cock

"Ohh, fuck Ian. Your mouth feels just as good as your ass. Do you want big brother to finger fuck you?"

Ian groaned his answer, a muffled 'God yes'.

Lip smirked and without wasting another moment, he shoved two fingers inside his brother's slick, abused hole.

Ian's back arched and he moaned even louder. He started rocking back and forth on his hands and knees. His mouth moved up and down Lip's length while his ass bounced against those penetrating fingers.

Lip is both impressed and turned on at the sight. "Jesus Ian you really are a slut."

As a response, Ian shoved Lip's cock all the way into his mouth, deep-throating him in the process.

Lip's eyelids fluttered and his head rolled back. He moaned and started to buck his hips against Ian's mouth. Lip curled his fingers and he pushed them up at a specific angle.

Ian is lost in a haze of pleasure. He can hardly focus on a blowjob with Lip prodding at his prostate. 'He's a fast learner...' Ian thought and he closed his eyes. He put all of his attention and effort into taking care of his sibling. He flicked his tongue out and moved it along Lip's sack, while squeezing his throat around Lip's cock.

Lip's breathing became labored and he began moving his hips at frantic pace. The final thought to cross Lip's mind before reaching his climax was that this felt WAY fucking better then any dream he could ever conjure up.

Ian finished within seconds of his brother. He did use his hands but only one, and it was to jerk himself off after Lip came inside his mouth. Ian's eyes watered up but he swallowed most of the hot seed, some of it trickling from the corners of his mouth. He gave a few desperate hip thrusts into his own hand before painting his chest with cum.

The two siblings remain where they are, panting and lost in their sexual high.

Ian's is the first to move by shifting backwards until Lip's cock slipped out of his mouth. A trail of saliva and cum connected tongue and cock, until Ian sat down and the erotic visual was broken.

"Fuck...that's hot." Lip commented.

"What?" Ian inquired.

"My cum on your face, you uh, got a little..." Lip pointed to to Ian's chin.

"Shut up." Ian wiped the back of his hand across his chin.

In spite of the immoral act they just committed, the two men feel good.

As the endorphins faded, Ian could feel a lingering emptiness in his chest. There's no reason to be sad. They got it over and done with and finished the dirty deed. 'I'm being a drama queen,' Ian thought to himself. He couldn't help it, sex was NEVER meaningless. Ian always felt he put a little bit himself into the men he slept with and vice versa. He couldn't just fuck someone and forget them entirely, there was some kind of attachment there, a bond formed. He always fell head-over-heels with every guy he fucked. However, Lip was a different case. They're siblings for Christ's sake, the bond was already there and maybe Ian didn't love him but was IN love? It's confusing and scary at the same time.

Lip, on the other hand, viewed this as a sexual experiment and a way to unload some pent up stress. Lip wasn't gay, nor was he attracted to men, and if he's being honest he hardly ever developed intimate feelings towards his lovers; Helene and Karen are the only past exceptions. That being said, he does have feelings for Ian because the guy is his brother and he sincerely loved the kid. Never in a million years would he dream of fucking of him but they're both young men, they have needs, and they sought to relieve those needs with each other; all entirely consensual of course. Sleeping with someone he's so emotionally invested in is frightening, but it was a one time experience and he felt intimately closer to Ian. That had to be good thing, right?

Neither sibling had time to discuss what's on their mind. They only had a few minutes before the rest of the Gallagher family arrived home. Ian is the first to jump in the shower.

Meanwhile, Lip changed into a clean pair of underwear, trunks, and his infamous t-shirt that says 'Fuck you, you fucking fuck' in faded blue letters. He removed all of his bed linens and carried them downstairs. He threw everything in the washer and poured extra detergent before starting the machine up.

The front door opened and familiar voices poured into the house.

Lip peeked into the living room just as Fiona, Debbie, Franny, and Liam entered. Lip had already cleaned Fiona's room after Frank's unexpected visit. He also discarded the IV bag and pole in the backyard and there was a band-aid over the puncture wound on his right hand. "Hey."

Fiona paused and stared at Lip. "Hey?" She repeats, "HEY?! That's all ya gotta say?"

'Oh fuck, here we go.' Lip internally cringed. He averted his gaze and sighed, "What the fuck do you want me to say Fi?"

Fiona marched forward and grabbed a fistful of blonde curls with her left hand. She walked into the kitchen and yanked Lip right along.

"OW FUCK!" Lip winced and he damn near fell over trying to keep up with Fiona.

Fiona threw Lip against a chair.

Lip grabbed the chair and barely sat down when Fiona's shrill voice filled the kitchen.

"Never mind the fact you've been coming home smelling like a fucking bar every, single, night!" Fiona was up in her brother's face.

"Aren't you exaggerating-"

"SHUT UP!" Fiona snapped, "Never mind the fact you show up at all hours of the night with bullshit excuses like 'late night class', 'oh I had tutor someone', or 'got caught up in schoolwork', fuck Lip, you used the same lies in high school!"

Lip crossed his arms and stared at the kitchen floor. It was no use talking to his sister when she's upset.

"And don't get me started on these disappearing acts! A couple of weeks ago I get the hospital bill when you nearly DIED of alcohol poisoning. Lip that was 2 fucking weeks ago! What in the actual fuck are YOU THINKING?! Ian had to call Sue to bring in some IV bags so they could pump out whatever drugs and alcohol you had floating around in your system. Do you have a fucken' death wish Lip? Huh?" Fiona crossed her arms and she stood right in front of her younger brother, her right boot tapping expectantly on the floor.

"No..." Lip mumbled.

"No? Ya sure about that?! Because if you do, let me know right now. I'll save ya the trouble and do you in myself because I am SICK of the bullshit and stress you put on this family!" On the verge of crying, Fiona wiped her eyes with the heel of her palm and sniffled quietly. 

"We done?" Lip's voice was monotone.

"No we ain't done, smart ass." Fiona exhaled a frustrated sigh. After a silent minute she walked over to a kitchen drawer where they keep the mail. She pulled out two letters, opened it, and read aloud. "Phillip Ronan Gallagher, pending further investigation you are hereby requested to vacate your dormitory immediately. You will not be permitted to enter schoolgrounds or the adjacent properties outlined in the list provided."

Lip's attention snapped to Fiona, eyes wide. "You...You knew?"

"Yes," Fiona's voice softens slightly, "For a few weeks, anyway. This other letter came in last week, right before you disappeared."

Debbie hovered by the kitchen entry way while Liam and Franny watched cartoons in the living room.

Ian is currently perched at the end the stairs, listening in on the conversation.

"What....what's the second one say?" Lip asked hesitantly.

Fiona, deflated of anger, hesitated on reading the second letter. She withdrew it from the envelope and read quietly, "In light of your absence during the disciplinary hearing regarding your academic future at-"

"That's not until this Friday," Lip interrupted.

Fiona chewed on her bottom lip and she looked genuinely sad when she said, "I tried calling ya kid...I'm sorry."

Lip could've died right then and there. He missed the hearing. He missed his one and only chance to get back into the University of Chicago because of his selfish, stupid decisions. He struggled to stand on his feet but the room was spinning. 

Debbie rushed forward and grabbed Lip by his arms to steady him. "Hey, it's alright Lip. Take a deep breath, everything is gonna be okay."

"No....no it's not Debs." Lip's vision blurred with hot tears.

Fiona stuffed the letters away and walked around the counter. She put a hand on Lip's shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Lip you need to get your shit together or get some help."

The truth hurt more then Lip cared to admit. He shoved past his sisters and mumbled, "I gotta go."

Debbie tried pursuing him.

Fiona grabbed her younger sister's arm and shook her head, "Let him go."

Ian stood, "Lip wait-"

Lip walked past Ian without so much as acknowledging his existence.

Being ignored was like a knife in Ian's chest. He watched Lip in helpless silence, unable to find the right words to offer him comfort.

Lip slipped on a pair of brown Camo boots and immediately exited the front door.

Fiona wandered over to her brother, "Ian?"

"Yeah, I'll follow him. I'll keep you updated." Unlike his brother, Ian was fully dressed; blue denim jeans, black socks, and a long-sleeved white shirt.

"Thanks, call me if you need help or a ride, okay?" Fiona said, trying not to appear worried.

"Got it." Ian nodded and he made his way over to the front door. He slipped on a pair of black Adidas high tops before grabbing his faded green jacket. He stepped out while sliding the jacket on one arm at a time. Ian was on the sidewalk and glancing around... That's when he spotted Lip a couple miles away on the sidewalk. "Damn he's fast." Ian takes of jogging to try and catch up to his older sibling.

Chapter 10

Summary:

Lip goes to his mentor to bitch about his life and later snaps at Ian. Needing comfort and reassurance, Ian goes to see Trevor. Fiona hosts a birthday BBQ for Liam.

Notes:

Anything in brackets [ ] represents text messages.

"I missed the meeting! Those fucking bastards switched up the dates on me!" Lip shouted bitterly. He was pacing back and forth on the floor like an agitated animal.

"The university is allowed to change dates Lip, they should've informed you through a letter or at the very least an email," The old man said.

The information is like a punch to his gut, making him stop in his tracks. Lip sighed irritably and ran a hand through his hair. He lifted his hazel blue eyes and looked over at his mentor. "Youens, how fucked am I?"

"Very fucked. Detrimentally fucked." Youens leaned over the coffee table and poured himself another glass of vodka.

"Fuck my life." Lip reached over and grabbed the bottle from Youens hand.

"Hey-" Youens frowned slightly.

Lip took a few big swigs and grimaced from the bitter aftertaste. He took a much smaller drink before handing the bottle back, "Sorry."

"Use a cup next time, this isn't some trashy fraternity." Youens capped the bottle and sipped on his beverage.

"Duly noted." Lip resumed his restless pacing, "Do you think they'll give me another chance? I can write an appeal explaining my situation and you could write up another recommendation letter?"

"I admire your optimism Lip but all the letters and recommendations in the world wouldn't help you now. It's best to just walk away from this one and lick your wounds quietly. Reapply for college in a year or two when your academic suspension is up. I'm sure you can get another scholarship." Youens explained patiently.

Lip groaned in frustration and he threw his hands up in defeat. "FUUUUUCK!" He walked around the coffee table and sat down on the couch next to Youens. He grabbed the bottle of vodka and removed the cap. He glanced around for an empty cup.

"Go ahead." Youens exclaimed with an eye roll.

The blonde chugged the alcohol noisily. His face pinched from the awful taste and he almost gagged in the process.

Youens observed the unhealthy coping mechanism but didn't judge too harshly. Lip reminded Youens of himself when he was that age and the young man was showing some dangerous alcoholic tendencies. "Lip, can I say something? It might get personal but I feel the need to address it."

Lip set the bottle back down and nodded. "Yeah, sure."

Youens took another sip before speaking. "I've noticed a string of unfortunate events in your life that would break a man, however, you're creating more problems with over excessive drinking. Am I wrong to assume you missed the meeting because you were off getting shit faced somewhere?"

Lip doesn't say a word.

"Ah. I thought so." Youens placed his drink down on the coffee table. "Please understand that I'm NOT pitying you. I'm empathetic towards your situation and understand life has been, for a lack of a better word, shitty. Your public breakup with Helene, removal from the dorms, alcohol poisoning, your mothers recent passing, and now this. Your academic probation is solidified and you will no longer be allowed at the university, for the time being. With so little left, drinking your life away seems like a favorable option, doesn't it?"

"Yeah..." Lip nodded. "What do you think I should do?"

"Rehab."

Lip blinked and he looked at Youens "Seriously?"

"Yes. I went to rehab when I was no older then yourself and it was the best decision of my life." Youens absentmindedly tapped his knuckles on the tabletop. "I strongly urge you to go."

Lip shrugged, "Thanks for the suggestion but I don't have the money to go."

"I'll pay for it." Youens offered.

Lip's eyes widened in shock and he searched Youens's expression to see if the guy was really serious.

He WAS serious.

"No, thanks but no." Lip got up from the couch, "Thanks for listening to me bitch about my life but rehab isn't gonna fix what's wrong with me. I'll get out of your hair now, see ya."

"Lip, wait-"

Lip strode away and was out the front door in seconds. He started walking in a random direction with no specific destination in mind. He zipped up his jacket and shoved his hands in his pockets, it was starting to get chilly outside. Fuck, he should've put pants on instead of trunks, it was going to get colder. As Lip walked, he felt a weird sensation that made the hair on his neck stand up..... Was someone following him? Lip turned around quickly, thinking it was Youens.

Startled, Ian froze.

"Ian?" Lip frowned slightly, "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, Fi was worried when you're stormed off. She asked me to check up on you-"

"I don't need a fucking babysitter." Lip interrupted. He grabbed a cigarette from his pocket and searched for his lighter in the other. "Go home Ian."

Ian sighed and his shoulders slumped. "Lip....why didn't you tell me? Why'd you keep this to yourself?"

"What are you a therapist now?" Lip found his lighter and he lit the end of the cigarette. "Look, I don't wanna fucking talk about it okay? Now quit following me like some shady fuck and go home."

Ian bit down on his bottom lip. He didn't want his brother to disappear again. He stepped closer and reached out to grab Lip's hand.

A left fist came down hard on Ian's right cheekbone.

"Ah!" Ian gasped and he stumbled backwards, his vision blurred temporarily. "Ow, the fuck Lip!?" Ian's face was throbbing and tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

Concern flashed in Lip's eyes but it's quickly replaced with contempt. "Stop acting like a clingy boyfriend." He turned around and took off walking. "And don't fucking follow me!" He shouted.

Ian was at a loss for words. He was confused as to what prompted the violent reaction... A clingy boyfriend?... Was he being clingy? His face and heart throbbed painfully, but he remained where he was, watching his sibling disappear around a street corner.

A cell phone started ringing.

Ian answered it. "Hey what's up?.... No, it's my day off..... Yeah I'll be over, no it's okay I can walk. See ya in a few." The call ended and he tucked the phone away in his jacket pocket. As worried as he was, Ian would listen to his older brother and back off for now.

Trevor is seated at one end of the couch while Ian is sprawled out with his head on his boyfriend's lap. They're both watching an action thriller but Ian finds it difficult to pay attention.

"What were you and your brother fighting about?" Trevor combed his hand through Ian's red hair.

"Uh, his drinking." A partial lie, "It's getting worse and when I confronted him, he punched me and took off."

"Yikes, and I thought my family drama was bad. How are you feeling? Did those painkillers kick in yet?" Trevor asked.

"I feel alright and yeah they kicked in. Still a little tender but at least it's tolerable now." Ian sighed and closed his eyes, turning his head slightly to nuzzle Trevor's lap.

"You're not paying attention to the movie, are you?" Trevor stroked the back of Ian's neck.

"No....sorry." Ian mumbled.

"It's fine. I got something else in mind we can do."

"Hm? What?" Ian opened his eyes and looked up.

"Sit up." Trevor instructed.

Curious, Ian shifted on the couch and sat up.

Trevor slid off is seat and he got down on his knees. He pushed Ian's legs apart and settled in the gap left behind. He worked Ian's zipper down before pulling his boyfriend's dick out. Without hesitation, Trevor lowered himself and he took the other male's length inside his mouth.

Ian shivered from the sensation and closed his eyes.

Trevor hallowed out his cheekbones and started sucking, while moving up and down Ian's cock.

"Oooh fuck~" Ian was starting to get hard. Damn, Trevor was REALLY good at blowjobs, the guy could always work Ian back up to an erection with that talented mouth of his. He thrust his hips a little as Trevor sucked him off. Ian was curious if he was just as good at giving head... He had to be somewhat decent right? After all, he got his brother Lip off from a blowjob.... Was Lip going to disappear for another week again? Would someone be there to take care of him? What if he got alcohol poisoning again or choked on his own vomit?

Noticing the deflating erection, Trevor pulled off and he looked up at Ian. "Babe what's wrong?"

Ian opened his eyes and looked down. "I'm sorry...I'm worried about Lip."

"It's okay, I understand." Trevor wiped his mouth and crawled back up onto the couch next to Ian. "We can spoon instead?"

"Yeah," Ian agreed, "and can we start the movie over? I'll try to pay attention this time."

"Of course." Trevor got up and walked over to the blu-ray device to restart the movie.

Ian tucked his cock away and laid back down on the couch.

Trevor laid down next to his boyfriend.

Ian wrapped an arm around the other male and held him close, this time he tried to pay attention to the movie.

Lip went out and drank but he limited himself this time. When he was good and buzzed, he walked back home. It was close to 11:00pm when he walked into the Gallagher house. For being a Friday, it was unusually quiet inside. Lip kicked off his shoes and tossed his jacket to the side. He made his way upstairs and paused by Ian's door. The guilt was eating away at him...He was upset and took it out on his brother, that wasn't right. Lip opened the door and peered in.

The bed is empty.

"Hm." Lip knew exactly where Ian was. He closed the door and went into his bedroom, taking care to be extra quiet as Liam slept peacefully on the bottom bunk. He climbed into his own bed and collapsed on the cool blankets. Closing his eyes, Lip began to drift off, the drunken haze made him sleepy. He ignored the thoughts floating around in his head...but one particular redhead was a constant recurrence. In the back of his mind, he told himself he wasn't concerned about Trevor. Why would he be? He was Ian's boyfriend and Lip was just an older brother....who happened to fuck Ian like they were lovers. No, they weren't lovers, that was Trevor's job. They acted on impulse and fucked each other out of convenience. Yeah, that's it, convenience and curiosity, nothing more.

It's early Saturday morning and Fiona Gallagher slipped out of the house to go grocery shopping. Liam's birthday was next week but it fell on a Wednesday, so the older sibling wanted to have a big family barbecue for him today. She purchased all the necessary food, including a large cake and ice cream. Fiona made it back to the house by 8:30am and she filled two pots with potatoes and eggs, those would go over a burner and boil.

Fiona sent a text to Ian.

[Family bbq at noon.]

Ian heard his phone chime, indicating a text message. He reached across the bed and lifted his phone up from the nightstand. He read over the message and responded.

[Ok, is it cool if I bring Trevor?]

[Yup bring him over.]

Ian set his phone down and yawned, arms extending over his head for a morning stretch. He rolled over onto his side and nosed Trevor's neck, peppering him with kisses.

Trevor smiled but didn't open his eyes. "Babe....it too early for foreplay."

"Mhm." Ian trailed kisses up Trevor's jaw. "Fi is throwing a family barbecue at noon, wanna come?"

"Yes." Trevor ran one hand through Ian's hair, "And sure I'll go to your family barbecue."

Ian smirked and he pressed a kiss against his boyfriend's cheek. "Breakfast is served~" He pulled the blanket over his head and crawled backwards, lowering himself to Trevor's waist.

Before Trevor could make a witty comeback, he felt Ian's warm mouth press against his groin, a tongue soon entering the slick folds of his heat. This made him gasp and he closed his eyes again, moaning his lover's name.

Lip awoke to the sound of laughter, mostly V's laughter, she had this loud identifiable cackle. He sat up in bed and noticed Liam was gone. His gaze traveled down to the morning erection protruding from his boxer briefs. He wasn't in the mood to deal with it. Lip hopped out of bed, grabbed some clean clothes, and then went into the bathroom to take a cold shower.

"Oh my goodness she's getting so big!" V gushed, she had Franny against her right hip.

"I know they grow up so fast." Debbie commented. She had a beer in her hand and she watched Kev chase down his twins and grab a sharp stick from their hands.

"No, no, no! Don't poke each other with sticks." Kev said and he threw the stick over the fence.

Fiona giggled, "I can't imagine raising twins." She was standing in front of a charcoal grill with a pair of tongs in one hand, a beer in the other.

"Twice the enegy, twice the trouble." V said with a eye roll, "But they're my little goblins and I love the shit out of them."

Kev looked at V, "Hey language."

"Oh, I love the HECK out of them." V corrected herself.

Lip wandered out through the back door and he climbed down the steps.

"Hey there sleeping beauty, thought I was gonna have to go pour a bucket of ice water on ya." Fiona said.

"Naa, that won't be necessary." Lip plopped a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. His hair was damp still but it was relatively warm outside.

"Debs I'm almost done, would you go grab the side salads?" Fiona picked up several grilled ears of corn and placed them on a serving tray.

"Yeah sure thing. Liam come help me carry everything." Debbie set her beer down and walked over to the back porch.

Liam followed his older sister into the house.

"Smells amazing." Trevor called out.

Everything looked up to see Trevor and Ian walking up from the sidewalk.

"I hope it tastes amazing, haven't used the grill in years." Fiona admitted with a laugh but she stopped when she saw the huge bruise on Ian's cheekbone. "Jesus Ian, what the fuck happened?"

Ian chuckled and avoided Lip's gaze, "I uh, Trevor got kind of rough with me in bed."

"Ian!" Trevor blushed and shook his head, "He's lying, don't believe him."

Fiona chuckled, "Oh okay, mystery bruises are the best. Hey you two want a beer?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded.

"I got it Fiona." Kev walked over to a nearby cooler and he reached inside to grab two beers. He handed one to Ian and one to Trevor.

Lip glanced at Ian and then at Trevor. Maybe it was the hangover he was suffering from but he was annoyed to see Trevor.

Debbie and Liam returned with a couple of big bowls.

"Set em' on the table." Fiona said.

"Okay." Deb and Liam set the bowls down, they consisted of potato salad, fruit salad, baked beans, pasta salad with Italian dressing, and cookie salad (Liam's favorite).

"Alrighty! Everyone take a seat." Fiona emptied the grill and she picked up a large tray of food.

Everybody gathered around the fold-up tables, two were pushed together to make a singular table. Fiona set the tray down in the center, it included grilled hot dogs, barbecue chicken, seasoned baby back ribs, and grilled corn on the cob.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm! Girl you really outdid yourself!" V said.

"Aww thanks. Go ahead guys, dig in. We'll have cake an ice cream in a bit." Fiona sat down across from V.

Ian grabbed two plates and handed one to Trevor.

"Thanks babe." Trevor took the plate and like everybody else, started piling his plate with food.

Lip rolled his eyes at the word 'babe', God, what a cheesy thing to say. In high school it was understandable but they were grown fucking adults, it sounded stupid to say it out loud. Lip didn't grab any food, he was still working on his cigarette. "Whats the occasion Fi?"

"Liam's birthday, I know it's not for a few days but we'll all be busy with work next week. I mentioned it a few weeks ago, remember?" Fiona filled her plate with barbecue chicken and potato salad.

"Yeah, yeah I remember....I just thought it was family only." When Lip said that, he was staring at Trevor.

Emerald eyes flicker with surprise and Ian stared at his older brother. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Did I stutter? This was supposed to be a family celebration." Lip said calmly, he avoided looking at Ian directly.

Trevor can sense the subtle hostility in both Lip's voice and his body language. He knew when he wasn't welcomed and he quietly stood up from his seat. "I should get going."

Fiona and Ian snap at the same time, "Sit down!"

Trevor sat back down in his seat.

There's an awkward silence that fills the space.

The only ones eating are the Liam and the other little kids.

"I don't know what your problem is Lip but you can take your fucking rude ass back into the house." Fiona stated, although calm, there's anger in her eyes.

"I'm not being rude, I'm making an observation." Lip shrugged and flicked cigarette ashes to the side. "It's not like I asked him to leave, in fact, having him here is like watching your own personal freakshow."

Ian bolted up from his seat and slammed his fist against the tabletop. "What the FUCK is wrong with you?!"

"Again, making an observation." Lip appears unfazed by Ian's outburst. "I mean anyone who has a detachable dick is considered a freak, I don't know a better a word for it. When you're fucking, does it ever loosen or fall off?"

"I'm going to go now." Trevor said and he stood up again.

Ian grabbed Trevor's hand and held it firmly.

The gesture angers Lip further. "Fuck it, I don't have an appetite anyway." He snuffed the cigarette out on the table and got up from his seat. "Ian you're fucking a woman with facial hair and no tits, so excuse me if I can't eat around you two." With that, Lip walked away and went back into the house.

Stunned silence.

Nobody moves.

Ian cursed under his breath and he tried to pursue his brother.

Trevor grabbed Ian by his arm and stopped him. "Babe just let it go. I'll leave right now."

Ian turned around and he cupped Trevor's face. "Someone's gotta kick his ass, there's no excuse for his behavior."

"He's right ya know, sit back down Trevor." Fiona said.

Trevor sighed and considered it. He stared into his boyfriend's eyes and smiled weakly, "Okay..."

Ian kissed Trevor's forehead before turning around and going into the house to confront Lip.

Chapter 11

Summary:

Ian confronts Lip about his angry outburst and rude comments towards Trevor. They end up fighting and Ian is forced to dig deep if he wants real answers from Lip.

Lip entered the kitchen and was grumbling under his breath, clearly pissed off about...

About what?

"Fuck." Lip didn't even want to consider that he MIGHT be angry at Ian for bringing Trevor over. The nerve of that guy....being all cuddly and affectionate with Ian, calling him 'babe' openly without any repercussions to worry about. "Fucking freak...." He moved over to the fridge and grabbed a beer from inside. He popped the cap off and took a few swigs of the carbonated liquid.

The back door slams open and Ian announces himself.

"LIP WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Unfazed, Lip shacked 3/4 of his beer. He lowered his drink and sighed with satisfaction, completely ignoring Ian.

The casual avoidance has Ian seething with rage. He wanted to avoid a fight but Lip was pushing it. "I want you to go outside and apologize to Trevor," he said through clenched teeth.

Lip sneered at his brother from across the kitchen, "Fuck off."

"Lip-"

"AND", Lip interrupted, "I don't owe that freak a damn thing."

There it is, the final fucking straw. Overcome with wrath, Ian blacked out for just a few seconds. But in those moments the redhead would stride over to his brother and grab him by the collar of his shirt. Ian slammed Lip into the fridge.

It all happened so fast. Lip's eyes widened when Ian advanced on him and tossed him against the fridge door, causing the blonde to drop his beer onto the floor; it shattered on impact. "GET OFF ME!" Lip attempted to shove his little brother away.

"GO FUCK YOURSELF ASSHOLE!" Ian snarled. He cranked his right arm back and punched Lip in the face, aiming right for the nose.

Knuckles collide with bone.

Lip made an incoherent noise, having been blinded by white, burning pain. He's momentarily dazed.

"Stop being a fucking prick and go apologize to Trevor, NOW!" Ian's hand was throbbing.

It takes Lip nearly a minute to collect himself and his vision finally cleared up. He noticed something warm and wet on his face... A bloody nose. Great. "Okay.....but I should tell you something first."

Ian's eyes narrowed at Lip's words but he lowered his fist and relaxed his grip some.

Without warning, Lip headbutted Ian in the face.

Forehead collides with forehead.

Ian gasped. The hit has him seeing stars and he stumbled backwards.

Lip raised his left foot and kicked Ian in the stomach, causing the redhead to topple over onto the floor. Admittedly that shit hurt more then Lip anticipated but there was something gratifying about returning the favor. "Never learn do you? Enough fights shouda prepared you for that one." With a smug grin, Lip stepped over the puddle of beer and glass. He left the kitchen and made his way into the living room.

The redhead wasn't down for long. He recovered from the physical blow and was on his feet within seconds. He ran into the living room and tackled his brother from behind.

Lip heard footsteps but before he could turn, he felt Ian's arms wrap around his legs and he was thrown off balance by the full body tackle.

Both men end up on the floor and they immediately start wrestling with each other. Each one tried to pin the other down, only to fail and receive an elbow or a fist to the face. Ian got a few more punches in but Lip kicked him right in the jaw, causing Ian to cry out in pain.

"FUCKER!" Ian shouted.

Lip managed to get his hands on a lamp.

Ian's heart raced, this was about to get a whole LOT worse. Lip wasn't going to let up, Ian saw that. So, the redhead did what he thought might end their violent squabble. He crawled over his brother quickly and cupped Lip's face with both hands, turning him to face him.

Lip was forced to look up at Ian, lamp in his right hand.

Ian closed the gap between their lips and kissed the elder sibling.

The action shocks Lip, so much in fact, he drops the lamp on the floor and the anger deflates from his body.

'It worked', Ian thought to himself, a little surprised by Lip's reaction. He didn't move his lips, rather, he waited on his brother to make the next move.

Lip's mind is working fast, trying to figure out what he should do next. A memory flashes in his head in which Ian is on all fours, giving Lip one of the best blow jobs he ever experienced.... Fuck it. Lip tilted his head and he pushed his tongue inside Ian's mouth.

Ian was unsure if Lip would kiss him back or push him off but instead he's greeted with a talented tongue. He parted his lips, moving his own tongue over the other, tasting that oh-so-familiar alcohol and cigarette flavor. To test the waters further, Ian lowered his ass against Lip's groin, barely grinding against him.

Lip stiffened and one hand shot up, grabbing a fistful of red hair. He yanked Ian's head back, forcing the kiss to end.

Ian hissed from the hair pull but he didn't protest. He lowered his hands to his sides and waited for Lip to let go.

Lip scowled at his brother. "Knock that shit off."

"Okay, sorry." Ian said.

"No you're not. You keep fucking with me and I'm starting to get sick of the head games." Lip said.

"What head games?" Ian has no clue what Lip is talking about and is honestly confused.

"Bringing Trevor over to the house and acting all lovey dovey and shit. I get it, you're in a fucking happy relationship, don't flaunt it around me or I'm gonna blow up again."

Ian can hear the slight bitterness in Lip's voice and he weighed in on the words..... Green eyes widen when the epiphany hit: Lip Gallagher was jealous. His own brother, who was perfect in every way, was jealous of Ian's relationship. It's almost hard to believe and he knew if he pointed it out, Lip will flat out deny it. He cleared his throat, "I'm sorry Lip."

Lip quirked an eyebrow and let go of Ian's hair. "For what?"

Ian looked down at Lip, "For bringing Trevor over. I didn't realize how much it would upset you to see me with him."

"You're delusional." Lip rolled his eyes.

"That's not what Phillip Jr. thinks." Ian said with a sly grin.

"Huh? Who the hell is Phillip Jr.?"

For his answer, Ian rocked his hips, grinding his ass against Lip's semi-hard erection.

Lip's breath hitched. He grabbed Ian by his arms and squeezed, "Did....did you seriously refer to my dick as junior?"

"Mhmm." Ian nodded. "I can take care of it for you... If you want." Ian swayed his hips from side to side.

"Fuck, Ian ..... Stop." Lip's grip tightened on Ian's arms. "I told you already, that was a one time thing. It was all general curiosity, just a convenient fuck."

The words sting a little but Ian isn't buying into them. Lip was stubborn, especially when it came to his personal feelings. Ian saw it one too many times when Lip was in relationships, he could never fully express his emotions; he was guarded, encased inside an impenetrable wall. "And this can be a convenient blow job."

Lip's eyebrows knit together in concentration, he's thinking the offer over. "What about Trevor?"

"You upset him and he's ready to bolt. All I have to do is give him the okay and he'll go home." Ian said nonchalantly.

"Oh..." Lip's expression softened. He opened his mouth, "We-"

"WHO THE FUCK MADE THIS MESS?!" Fiona's angry scream shook the whole house.

Lip and Ian simultaneously freeze.

Lip shoved his brother off him.

Ian crashed into the couch but clambered to his feet a second later, having to take a moment to adjust his dick inside his pants; he was only semi-hard, but he didn't want Fiona seeing him with a boner, regardless of the size. "Sorry that was me! I'll clean it up Fi," Ian called out.

Lip made a dash for the stairs and he raced up them, right as Fiona stormed into the living room.

Fiona stopped dead in her tracks and looked around. "Huh, thought you two woulda destroyed this place." She walked over and picked up the fallen lamp. She looked at Ian and winced, "Ow, your face looks messed up."

Ian laughed nervously at the remark, "Yeah he got a few kicks in but I think we're good now."

"Better ice your face down, your jaw looks swollen." Fiona set the lamp down on the coffee table. "Is he gonna apologize to Trevor?"

"No, he's too bullheaded for that but a good ass whoopin' is an acceptable form of an apology."

"Good point. Grab the cake and ice cream? We'll sing happy birthday to Liam."

Ian nodded, "Sure thing Fi."

The two siblings go back outside and prepare the cake with several lit candles. Trevor did stay long enough to sing the happy birthday song with everybody else and with Ian's permission, excused himself from the gathering. Ian denied a piece of cake and approached Liam, giving him a big hug and a kiss to his hair. "Happy birthday bud," he said. The redhead made his way back into the house leaving everyone else outside to visit and gorge themselves on cake and ice cream.

Ian walked down the hall to Lip's room. He paused outside the door and tapped his knuckles against it. "Hey uh, can I come in?"

There's a long pause, then Lip quietly grumbled: "Leave me alone Ian."

"Huh? Why?" Ian said, bewildered.

Lip doesn't answer this time.

Frustrated, Ian gripped the door knob and twisted it. He stepped inside the dark bedroom and flicked the lights on. "You're not pulling this shit on me."

Lip growled in irritation and he got up from bed. He walked right up to Ian and took hold of his t-shirt, "Get the fuck out of my room." He shoved Ian towards the open door.

Ian elbowed Lip's arm and pushed it off, he stood his ground. "No, not until you tell me what's going on."

Lip rolled his eyes, "Again with the games?"

Ian lost it. "The fuck Lip?! Is EVERYTHING a fucking game to you? My feelings -our feelings- NONE of it is a game!!!" His voice raised dangerously and he loomed in front of his brother, lips formed into a tight thin line.

Lip is taken back by the outburst. He didn't budge when Ian moved closer and he stared into the emerald orbs, almost mesmerized by the color. "Okay....I get it, hear ya loud and clear. Now, can you please leave?"

Ian shook his head. "I will if you tell me what's gotten into you. Why did you get mad and take it out on Trevor?"

"I already told you-"

"That's not all of it. There's more, I know it." Ian interrupted.

Lip swallowed the lump forming in his throat and he averted his gaze. He glared at the floor and mumbled, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Bullshit." Ian reached out and tentatively touched Lip's hand.

The touch made Lip recoil and he took a few steps back, his whole body language suggested anxiety and tension. "I'm not in the mood to be psychoanalyzed, now get out. I'm sore and tired."

"Lip..." Ian's voice softens. He took another step forward but kept his hands to himself. "It's me.... It's Ian fucking Gallagher, your little brother.... We grew up together, we shared everything from the same bed and the same clothes. You use to tell me everything going on in your life, we kept each other's secrets safe.... When did you stop trusting me?"

Lip blinked and he looked up to meet his brother's gaze. "I still trust you."

"Yeah? But not enough right?" Ian gave a defeated sigh.

"Ian-"

"You'd rather go see your college adviser then talk to me or Fi...I didn't realize we mattered so little to you Lip."

The remark is cold and sharp, like an ice dagger cutting into his heart. Lip cleared his throat, "It's not like that at all Ian.... You and Fi, everyone else, you're my family. All of you are important to me...that's why I can't share certain details of my life. I'm trying to protect all of you, the last thing I wanna do is burden anyone with my problems."

"Lip...." Ian could see the slight tremble in his brother's shoulders. It was then Ian could see Lip.... REALLY see Lip and how hard he was trying to hold himself together. He didn't see a fighter or a streetwise hustler. Those gorgeous blue eyes didn't look certain anymore, they were full of self-doubt and pain. Instead of a man, Ian saw a little boy with a mop of blonde curls. The boy is shaking like a leaf, a leaf that is desperately trying to cling to it's tree but the wind keeps pushing, pushing, and pushing.... Like the leaf, Lip is barely hanging by his organic threads and he's about to fall, thinking no one will be there to catch him.

The redhead turned around and closed the bedroom door.

Lip shifted nervously from one foot to the other, "What are you doing?"

Ian walked up to his brother and suddenly hugged him.

The physical contact has Lip tensing up.

Ian held on tighter, he pressed his lips to his brother's ear and whispered: "I love you and not because we fucked, but because you're my brother. You're precious to me Lip, I don't know what I would do if something happened to you. You helped raise me, fed me, clothed me, protected me when Frank and Monica were violent. Hell, you hiked across the city just to find my goddamn G.I. Joe action figure.... You're everything to me and it hurts that you would bottle up your pain and keep it from me."

Lip gradually relaxed and he wrapped his arms around Ian's lower back. The heartfelt confession has his eyes watering up and he tried to blink away tears. He wanted to say something, he really does... but the words don't come out.

The silence is enough for Ian to determine his initial accusation; Lip didn't trust him, he was afraid.

"You don't have to tell me anything but I hope, one day, you can trust me again. Your life problems are NOT a burden to me, in fact I wanna help you carry some of that but only when you're ready." Ian pulled back and he planted a gentle kiss against Lip's forehead. He then lowered his hands to his sides and backed away.

Lip's hands shoot out and grab Ian's t-shirt. He pulled the redhead closer and nuzzled his face against Ian's chest. He's entire body is shaking, he's about to fall apart.

Ian kissed the top of Lip's head and he wrapped his arms around his sibling, holding him close.

At some point the two men shift to the bed. Ian is lying on his back while Lip is sprawled over him, head resting against Ian's chest, right over his heart. Ian has an arm around Lip while the other plays with thick blonde curls. They're both fully dressed with no intention of removing each other's clothes.

They don't talk.

It was strange for Lip to be held like that.... Normally he was the one holding women in the same manner, as though he were the protector.

Ian was the protector now.

Lip yawned and closed his eyes.

Ian mirrors the yawn.

Both Gallaghers ended up falling asleep for an afternoon nap.

Notes:

Hey! Sorry for the long wait. This is my most popular story with the least feedback, so I've been working on my other stories where I have more interaction with my readers. :3 If I had more comments on this one, I'd be more inclined to write up chapters. Just saying~

Hope y'all enjoyed this one, really wanted to get into the emotional bond Ian and Lip share, and showcase Lip's denial (and inner conflicts).

Chapter 12

Summary:

Ian knows what he wants. Lip doesn't know, or at least, he acts like he doesn't know. Things get hot and tense between the Gallagher siblings, up until Ian makes a mistake - a HUGE mistake.

Muffled pleasure-filled groans stir Lip from his sleep, that and the incredible sensation radiating in his groin.

"The hell?" A sleepy Lip croaked out, head lifting to peer down.

Ian is currently laying on his stomach, positioned between both of Lip's sprawled legs. Earlier, he removed Lip's trunks and boxer briefs before swallowing up his cock and working him into an erection that was ready to burst any moment. Ian gave deep moans, causing Lip's cock to vibrate in that warm mouth of his.

"Fuck Ian~" Lip was surprised and clearly not disappointed with his wake up call. He placed his left hand on top of Ian's head, fingers stroking through fiery red hair while his brother sucked him off. God, Ian had such a talented mouth and tongue. He didn't recall any of the women in his life being able to get him off with their mouth alone, not like Ian.

Ian's tongue traveled all around Lip's length, tracing each thick vein and encircling the sensitive head. He flicked his tongue against the slit where pre-cum oozed, and he slurped it up greedily like it was a goddamn slushy.

The action makes Lip jerk against Ian's mouth. He hissed out a sharp breath, damn near coming at that moment; he wanted to hold off a little longer and enjoy the sensual blowjob.

Unprepared for the sudden movement, Ian tensed up and gagged when Lip's cock tore it's way into the back of his throat. Tears pricked his eyes but he never missed a beat. He did, however, pause to let the choking feel subside and when it did, he started bobbing his head up and down, sucking harder this time.

"Nnnn, like that Ian...keep going~" Lip didn't feel bad at all, if Ian was going to grace him with surprise blowjobs then he better be prepared to take everything his brother threw at him. Waves of pleasure rolled over Lip's body and a familiar tight, warm sensation started creeping into his abdomen. Each muscle was tensing up and a pressure was growing inside his groin, oh fuck, he was close. Lip couldn't get over the lewd sounds Ian's mouth made, the guy was devouring his cock as though he were starved.

Ian made loud smacking sounds, his moans turning more desperate to taste his brother's seed.

"Fuck Ian, I'm gonna-"

Footsteps can be heard outside the bedroom door.

Alarmed, Lip's attention snapped to the bedroom door. Oh shit, was it locked? No, it didn't look like it was. "Ian, get off now," Lip whispered urgently.

Ian ignores his brother and he continues sliding up and down Lip's hard cock.

"I'm serious Ian!" Lip pulled at Ian's hair, eyes never leaving the door. By now his heart is racing and all he can hear is blood rushing though his ears.

The doorknob turned.

Ian wouldn't stop.

Lip was frozen in fear.

They were going to get caught.

The door opened and in stepped-

Lip jolted in his sleep and his eyes shot open. He shoved himself off of Ian's chest and looked at the door, heart racing from the panic he was experiencing.

The door was closed.

"Fuck....holy fuck..." Lip gasped softly and he looked down at his younger sibling.

Slack-jawed and motionless, Ian was fast asleep.

It was a dream. Thank fucking God it was a dream, well, more of a nightmare really. Lip sighed in relief and he shook his head, fucking Ian....always giving him weird sex dreams. Granted, it wasn't Ian's fault directly but it felt good to blame someone. He stared at Ian's peaceful expression, smiling a little when he saw a dribble of spit on the left corner of Ian's mouth. The kid still drooled in his sleep? Funny, Lip would have to tease him about it later. He reached out to wipe Ian's mouth but he paused when he noticed how bad his hand was shaking. Shit, his nerves were fried and over a damn dream. He needed a cigarette.

Lip carefully removed Ian's arm from his waist and slipped out of bed. He walked over to the window and cracked it open, followed by lighting up a cigarette and inhaling deeply. He can feel the smoke settling in his lungs, oh how the sweet nicotine crept into his shaky nerves. It was a soothing feeling, he'd rather have alcohol but a cigarette was a nice alternative. Lip stared out at the minimal traffic, most of the residents in south side walked. The sun changed positions and was now hovering on the west, Lip assumed it was late in the afternoon. Damn, they almost slept the whole day away.

"Can I have a drag?"

Lip turned and saw Ian standing, rubbing the back of his hands against tired eyes. He must've been zoning out pretty hard, he didn't hear Ian make a sound when he got up. "Sure." He held out the cigarette.

Ian approached and he took the cigarette, nodding with a grateful smile. "Thanks." He popped it between his lips and inhaled, a satisfied sigh pushed past his mouth.

Lip shrugged, "Yeah no problem." He turned back to face the window. "I gotta ask... You ever feel like your cheating on Trevor?"

"What?" Ian is taken back by the question and he allowed his gaze follow Lip's out towards the window. "You're talking about me and you?"

Lip nodded.

"No, not really." Ian shrugged, "You're my brother Lip and loving you is kind of natural."

Lip scoffed, "It's not natural to wanna fuck your brother."

Ian held the cigarette over an ash tray on the windowsill and flicked the loose ashes. "Is this conversation about me or you?"

"....You, obviously." Lip's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "You're the one who came onto me first, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember..." Ian thought about that fateful evening where he helped his intoxicated brother stagger home. How he admired the other male's sleeping face before stealing a kiss, without his permission no less. That kiss set a string of events off, events that were beyond Ian Gallagher's control. He was well aware of how inappropriate his feelings were towards his older sibling. It was fucked up, on every level.... but he couldn't help himself, he was undeniably attracted to Lip. He wasn't going to deny it either, Ian was never one to deny his heart. "I love you Lip."

"Yeah, I know." Lip debated on lighting up another cigarette.

"No, you don't." Ian set the cigarette down on the ash tray and turned to face his brother. He placed his hands on Lip's waist and turned him, so the two could look at one another.

Lip grumbled in disapproval but he didn't try to stop Ian. He glared up at his brother, cursing him for being the tallest Gallagher. "The fuck are you on about Ian?"

"I love you." Ian repeated and when Lip opened his mouth to make another snarky remark, Ian abruptly cut him off by kissing him.

Lip's whole body went rigid.

Ian broke the kiss and he pressed his forehead against Lip's own. He stared into Lip's cautious blue eyes; his brother was guarded, why was he always so guarded? "I love you more then a brother should. I wanna be with you Lip, REALLY be with you. You know....like a real couple dating and shit."

Lip stared into emerald eyes, as usual they were gorgeous and full of love and sincerity. He listened to the words and ignored the way his heart started fluttering underneath his chest. Fuck... Ian might be insane but NOT Lip Gallagher. There was no way he could indulge in his younger sibling's fucked up fantasy, even if..... "No. Not gonna happen." Lip shook his head and tried to pull away.

Ian squeezed his brother's hips and held him in place. "Why?" He tilted his head and began showering Lip's neck with kisses. "You like this, don't you?" His lips part and he let his teeth graze the skin, following up with a few light bites.

Lip visibly trembled from the attention to his neck. Oh he liked it.... Lip was royally fucked. He tried to stick to his decision, but Ian was making it difficult. "No means no Ian....if you're gonna keep molesting me then I'm gonna kick your ass."

"Molesting? Is that what HE thinks this is?" Ian paused with the kissing and he shifted one hand over Lip's crotch.

"Don't you dar-"

Ian squeezed Lip's erection over his trunks.

Lip let out a strained gasp, and without a second thought, he gave few hip thrusts against Ian's hand.

The reaction had the redhead smiling, "See? You want me just as much as I want you~" Ian growled against Lip's neck .

Teetering on the edge of self-control and chaos, Lip is tempted to give in to his desires. Ian seemed like he would be a good power bottom and Lip can picture it inside his head: That perfect body of his rolling on top of his cock while Lip enjoyed the show of a lifetime. The very thought has a wet spot forming in the front of his trunks. He closed his eyes and sighed, he can feel himself melting against Ian's touch and all his worry faded away. He was about to give up, about to give in to Ian's advances when he heard Fiona's voice downstairs.

"LIAM PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!" Fiona shouted.

"Awww I want more cake!!!" Liam wailed.

"No! You've had 6 pieces already Liam! Gimme the knife!" Fiona snapped.

"NOOO!" Liam's voice trailed out of the kitchen.

It sounds like Fiona and Debbie are pursuing Liam into the living room.

Lip smiles a little, he can picture the events taking place downstairs.

That's right, they weren't alone in the house.

The Gallagher house.

Lip was ready to fuck his little brother.

How messed up was that?

"Oh God..." Lip felt sick to his stomach. What the fuck? What he was about to do was repulsive, he had to get away from Ian. "Get the fuck off me!" Lip snarled and he aggressively shoved the redhead away.

Startled by the sudden change, Ian stumbled back and he stared at his brother in disbelief. "What's wrong?"

"THIS!" Lip motioned to Ian and himself. "You and me, this is wrong Ian. So. Fucking. Wrong." Lip accentuated each word, hoping to get his point across in spite of the serious bulge in his trunks.

".....What's so wrong about wanting to love you?" Ian says in a pitiful voice, looking like a sad puppy with his upturned eyebrows and pouty lips.

"Fuck." Lip gave an exasperated sigh. Ian wouldn't get it through his fucking head, go figure. Once a Gallagher made up their mind on something, there was no chance of changing it. "Just don't, I can't deal with this right now." Lip turned and made his way to the door.

Ian wasn't ready to give up. He was quick to capture his brother from behind by wrapping his arms around the other male's waist.

"Ian what the hell!?" Lip grunted and he threw a left elbow at Ian's face.

Ian dodged the strike and he nuzzled his face against Lip's blonde curly hair. "Stay."

"Fuck off." Lip leaned forward and without warning, he threw his head back.

Ian gasped when the back of Lip's head connected with his face. Pain blinded him for a few seconds and he let go of Lip. He staggered backwards, feeling blood streaming down his face; another bloody nose, great.

Lip huffed out an angry breath as he turned to look at Ian. "Jesus, give it up already."

Ignoring the pain in his face, Ian grinned. "Make me."

"......." Lip rolled his eyes, fucking Ian.... That grin was infectious, he almost smiled but he forced the frown to stay in place. "Clean up the blood." He reached for the doorknob.

Ian grabbed Lip from behind again but this time he threw his sibling to the floor.

Lip didn't expect Ian to try a 2nd time, but sure enough, he did. The elder sibling gasped when he was thrown; he lost his balance, stumbled, and collapsed on his back.

Ian was on top of Lip within in seconds, attempting to pin him down.

"Asshole!" Lip jerked his right hand away and struck Ian in the jaw with a closed fist.

Ian grunted from the pain but he was quick to raise his left elbow and bring it down hard against Lip's face.

Blinding pain shoots up Lip's nose and it travels throughout his face. His mouth hurts, Ian's elbow to the mouth made him bit down on his own tongue, now he could taste blood. He tried to shove Ian off.

A mixture of emotions floods Ian. He's excited, he's angry, he's hurt, and most of all he's confused. He knew Lip wanted him but why was he so stubborn? Did he repulse Lip in some way? How come he acted jealous in front of Trevor and everyone else? Why was Lip such a fucking tease? Ian put his hands on the floor and he threw his head down, headbutting Lip in the process.

"Ah!" The pain in Lip's face intensified. He's seeing stars and his body goes lax for a moment. Blood and saliva pooled inside his mouth, causing him to turn his head and spit it out.

Slightly dazed from the headbutt, Ian sits on Lip's chest, quietly panting as adrenaline coursed through his body. Ian's lower face is covered in blood, along with a few bruises Lip left on him from the earlier altercation. He watched his sibling turn his head and spit blood out on the floor, there was something eerily familiar about this whole scene... Was it even weirder if he was turned on by it? Ian didn't bother to hold Lip down, he kept his hands at his sides.

Lip wasn't sure what to make of his brother's assault. The kid was learning fast, usually Lip could outpower and outsmart him but this...this was a first. He looked up at Ian.

Their eyes meet.

Neither one moves and neither one speaks.

Lip raised his hands and gripped the collar on Ian's shirt.

The redhead doesn't move or say anything. Fuck, if Lip decides to headbutt him back.... Ian doesn't know if he'll be conscious afterwards.

Lip pulled Ian down.

Ian squeezed his eyes shut.

Their mouths meet in a rough kiss.

There's nothing soft or kind about it. It's full of frustration and pent up energy.

Ian moans happily into the kiss, eyes opening to meet Lip's intense gaze. He shifted his legs on the floor and lowered himself against his brother, he rolled his hips against Lip's.

Feeling Ian's arousal rubbing against his own, Lip let out a heated groan. He bucked his hips upward, matching Ian's movements.

As soon as his brother groaned, Ian captured Lip's tongue between his teeth and he sucked on it; he can taste blood and cigarettes.

Lip shivered when Ian started sucking on his tongue. He let one hand wrap around the back of Ian's head where he gripped a fistful of red hair. He pulled on it, forcing Ian's head back.

Ian reluctantly let go of Lip's tongue and he panted heavily.

Lip leaned up and latched onto Ian's neck, right above his Adam's apple. He bit down hard and started sucking, making sure to keep a firm grip on Ian's fiery red hair.

"Oh....." Ian closed his eyes and moaned softly. Fuck, he wished Lip was a bottom, he'd give anything to bury his 9-inch cock inside his brother's virgin ass. He could only imagine Lip's reaction and how good it would feel to have someone stimulate his prostate for the first time. It might be a far-fetched fantasy but Ian could hope...

Lip growled, he worked his jaw muscles together and soon enough his teeth broke skin, causing blood to pool in his mouth.

Shit. Was Lip marking Ian for his own? That...that was so fucking hot. Ian couldn't remember the last time he was this horny. Come to think of it, his sex life was never really violent, only when Mickey was involved. Sure they would beat the living shit out of each other and then fuck afterwards. It was unhealthy but so intoxicating. Ian didn't think he could ever feel that way again, let alone beat someone up that would result in an angry, passionate fuck. This was perfect... Unable to help himself, Ian pictured Mickey Milkovich. Mickey wasn't a biter but with enough alcohol, he'd decorate his ginger lover in bite shaped bruises. Ian missed that, he fucking missed his ex boyfriend...

"Fuuuck Mickey~" Ian accidentaly let the thought slip out loud.

Lip froze.

Ian's eyelids fluttered open when he realized what he said. "Oh shit, Lip I-"

Lip shoved the unsuspecting redhead off him.

Ian crashed onto his side and he scrambled onto his feet when Lip stood. "Lip wait-"

"Fuck off." Lip's voice was cold and threatening. He didn't even brother to look into Ian's eyes, if he did, he would see the panic and guilt. He reached up and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth to remove the blood.

The sound of Lip's voice shocks Ian. He stood in place, eyes watering up. "Don't go."

Lip doesn't say anything more. He turned around and left the bedroom.

"Ian you are so fucking stupid." The redhead reached up to wipe tears away from his eyes.

Lip descended the narrow stairway and walked into the kitchen where the rest of the Gallagher siblings are seated, minus Liam who was probably in his bedroom on timeout.

Fiona looked up from her seat, she has reading glasses on and appears to be going over inventory lists. "Jesus....did you and Ian get into another fight?"

"Yeah, something like that." Lip paused by the refrigerator. "Hey Fi, is that dishwasher job still available at the diner?"

"Yeah it's still up for grabs. Why? You interested?" Fiona removed her glasses.

Debbie is trying to feed Franny baked beans and potato salad but the infant is more interested in tossing food to the floor.

Lip glanced at Franny, a slight smile tugging on the corner of his mouth. He knew tricks to get the kid to eat but he was in a rush to get out of the house. "Yeah I'll take it. How soon can I start?"

Fiona blinked and raised a curious eyebrow. "It's yours then. First shift tomorrow is at 8:00am."

"I'll be there." Lip opened up the fridge door and grabbed a beer. "I'm going out. I'll be home late this evening."

Fiona and Debbie exchange glances. "You'll call me if anything comes up?" Fiona asked.

"Yeah, yeah." Lip rolled his eyes and he cracked open the beer. His face probably looked something awful and he would go clean up, however, he didn't want to deal with his whiny sibling. That fucker... Lip ignored the aching feeling in his chest. Fuck Ian Gallagher. Fuck Trevor. And Fuck Mickey Milkovich. Lip was going to drink them all away tonight and probably show up to work with a hangover, oh well. Lip chugged down the entire beer in just a few swift gulps.

"Hey Lip are you okay?" Debbie asked.

"Never better." Lip lied behind a grin. He tossed the empty beer bottle into the trash can and walked into the living room.

Ian is sitting at the bottom of the steps. He watched Lip with sad eyes, "Can we talk?"

Lip ignored his brother and strode right past him. He grabbed his jacket from the coat wrack and put it on, followed by a scarf and gloves.

Ian stood up and he walked over to the older Gallagher. "Lip, please..." His voice was low and pleading. "I'm sorry."

Lip kept his gaze averted and he went about to slipping on a pair of brown soft toe work boots. He laced them up and tied them off, he was growing more annoyed by the second. If Fiona and Deb weren't in the kitchen, he'd fucking punch Ian for what he said in the bedroom. Lip was beyond pissed and he needed to get away.

Ian fidgeted nervously for a few seconds....then he raised his right hand and gently touched Lip's shoulder.

Lip smacked Ian's hand away without casting him a single glance of acknowledgement. Lip stood up and turned away, stepping through the front door and closing it behind himself.

Ian could cry right then and there but he refrained, barely. He raised his arms over his head and folded them, forcing himself to inhale and exhale a deep breath. He fucked up.... He fucked up REALLY bad.

Tiny hands reach out and touch Ian's leg.

The redhead looked down and he saw a pair of light green eyes staring up at him. Franny cooed and held up both her hands to her uncle.

Ian leaned over and scooped his niece up into a fierce hug.

Franny squirmed and gigged, she instantly tried shoving her fingers inside Ian's mouth.

Ian was thankful for Franny's presence, it distracted him from the pain inside his heart. He growled playfully when Franny's fingers entered his mouth. He pretended to eat away at them, "AWWM NOM NOM! SO GOOD!"

Franny squealed with delight.

Ian laughed and he pulled his head away, come to think of it, he had no idea where Franny's hands have been. He was bloody and bruised and needed to clean up. He was also in need of advice but this was something he couldn't discuss with his siblings.... He could go to the smartest woman he knew, yeah, she would have some sound advice the redhead needed. Ian walked into the kitchen and returned Franny to her mother. When Fiona asked about what he and Lip were fighting about, Ian shrugged and mentioned it was over Lip's behavior towards Trevor. He purposely kept his head tilted downward, as though searching for something on the floor. He didn't want anyone to notice the bite mark on his throat that was evidently not there earlier during the barbecue.

Fiona accepted the answer without question and went back to checking inventory lists and the price markups.

Notes:

Annnnnd the drama continues~

Does Lip have every right to be angry? Or is he overreacting because of his own conflicting feelings towards his brother? Stay tuned for more details xD hehe

Chapter 13

Summary:

Ian tries to be honest and he definitely tries to follow his heart - but that lands him in painful, awful situations. There's only so much rejection a guy can handle, right? Especially when it's from the one person he looked up to his entire life.

Notes:

Anything in brackets [ ] are text messages.

After the questionable events between him and his brother, Lip fled the house and went to a bar he used to frequent back in college- God that sounded pathetic... He hated himself for turning into the most useless Gallagher, next to his dad. Why stop there? He might as well indulge a self-fulfilling prophecy of turning into a complete fuck-up like Frank. Yeah, no other alternative right?

Lip only had enough money to buy a couple beers and by the time he finished his last, sorority girls flooded the bar. Now, his next move isn’t something he's particularly proud of… The urge to numb all emotions trumped courtesy. When a familiar girl approached the bar area, he cleared his throat: “Hey uh, Jennifer right?”

Jennifer glanced to her right, a glare on her face as if to ward off creepy men. However, once she recognized Lip, the girl let out a delighted squeal. “LIP GALLAGHER!!?? OH, MY, GOD!” She automatically took a seat next to him and clung to his left arm. “Where have you BEEN?! We miss you back at Alpha Omicron Pi!”

The smell of alcohol lingered on her breath, but Lip chose to ignore it. He feigned a polite smile and cooed softly, “Missed you too~” He considered throwing out another lie mixed with some truth; it would be harder to doubt. The blonde-haired male sighed and he looked down, his face contorting with grief. “Truth is, my mom passed away… I couldn’t… Couldn’t bring myself to go back to college, not when my family needed me back home.”

“Lip, I didn’t know…. I’m so, so sorry.” Jennifer pressed her cheekbone against his shoulder, and she stroked her hand up and down his arm. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No, not unless you can bring people back from the dead,” Lip followed up with a light laugh when Jennifer sulked. “I’m kidding babe, all I’m trynna do right now is drown my sorrows with alcohol.”

Jennifer perked up, “Oh! I can help with that.” She waved the bartender down, “Can we get 6 tequila shots?”

“Wow, you’re on a mission tonight huh?” Lip gently nudged her in the side with his elbow.

“Hell yeah! Just got done with finals and I DESERVE some drinks.” Jennifer pulled out her debit card and slapped it on the counter. “Start a tab! Me and my friends are getting shitfaced tonight!”

Nearby a group of girls cheered, presumably Jennifer’s friends.

Lip smiled when a tequila shot was shoved into his right hand. “A toast to Jennifer! Intelligent, beautiful, and a great body to boot!”

“I second that!!!” another girl screamed.

Lip, Jennifer, and 4 other girls clinked their shot glasses together. They down the tequila effortlessly and Jennifer throws out a dozen more orders of shots, mixed drinks, and beer.

Eventually, Lip and the group of girls go back to the sorority house; he convinced them he was the least drunk and should drive Jennifer’s car. That was a lie. Familiar with the roads and college campus, Lip drove the appropriate speed limit and transported the partygoers’ home without any hiccups. He had to carry Jennifer in and lay her down on the couch, followed by ushering her drunk friends into the house. It wasn’t too bad; everyone was ready to pass out.

Closing the door, Lip wandered into the kitchen and sat down on a bar stool chair. He checked the time on his phone, the glowing screen indicated it was 3:58 a.m. Shit, he had work in 4 hours and it would take at least 1 hour to get back home on the subway train… Truth be told, he didn’t want to go back home and he was beginning to wonder if it will ever feel like ‘home’ again. It was just…too weird and uncomfortable between him and Ian.

‘Guess I’ll wait until work starts’, he thought to himself. He closed his phone, tucked it in his pocket, and walked over to the fridge. He opened it up and searched for something to eat.

“Hey.”

Lip raised his hands above his head and whipped around on his heels, “Wasn’t stealing! Looking for something to eat-”

One of Jennifer’s friends rushed forward and she grabbed Lip by his jacket. She yanked him forward, attacking his lips with a ravening kiss.

“Mmmf!” Lip had to brace himself against the fridge and he grabbed the girl by her arms, eyes wide with shock. Her invasive tongue pushed into his mouth and he could taste raspberry flavored vodka; wasn’t awful, he kind of liked it. He relaxed and leaned into the kiss, tilting his head ever so slightly. Was it Amber? Angela? Ariel? He couldn’t fucking remember her name.

Mystery ‘A’ girl moaned into the kiss and she let go of Lip’s jacket, reaching down to fumble at his pants. Clumsy fingers grip the button, push it open, and then she unzipped him.

Lip broke the kiss, “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I wanna fuck you,” she said.

Under the fluorescent lighting of the fridge, Lip can see the girl is a redhead and her eyes are – Oh, fuck his life, they’re GREEN. A heavy pit formed in his stomach, making him clench his abdomen muscles and inwardly cringe. “Sorry I can’t do this.” He grabbed her by the wrists and prevented her from jerking his pants down.

“Aww that’s okay baby,” she slurred, “Your wife or girlfriend doesn’t have to know, this can be out little secret~”

“No, it’s not that... I mean, I’m single but…” Lip didn’t know how to explain it, nor did he want to. He pushed her back a little and stepped around her. He zipped his pants up and made his way to the to the living room, knowing he couldn’t stay. Helené had a restraining order on him; he could get into some series trouble if the campus found out about his early morning visit.

“WAIT!”

Lip froze and he slowly turned around, seeing the redhead standing in the kitchen entryway.

“Is it me? Am I not attractive enough?” she sounded genuinely upset.

“No, no, you’re gorgeous it’s just uh, redheads ain’t really my type.”

“You know…” She took a few steps closer and tugged her shirt down, revealing a pink lace bra. “You can pretend I’m someone else~ I could be….your high school crush?”

Lip raised his right hand, “Look, I gotta get going-”

“Or an ex-girlfriend,” she interrupted, “-maybe a previous teacher?”

The comment made him furrow his eyebrows. He didn’t know how to address that last comment.

The reaction encouraged a sly smile and she purred softly, “Oh that doesn’t get your dick wet huh? Hmm, how about we role-play something darker?” She was close enough to touch her breasts against Lip’s outstretched hand, “I can be your little sister?”

Instant nausea swept through him and Lip’s body convulsed. Before he could stop himself, the intoxicated blonde puked all over the girl’s chest.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Lip scarcely remembers stumbling out of the sorority house and running down the street, the girl’s earsplitting scream reverberating inside his head.

Not wanting to go home, Lip wanders to a vacant area underneath a park bridge – he made sure it was uninhabited by doing a thorough search with his cellphone flashlight. It was chilly outside, but Lip did not intend to fall asleep; work was a few hours away. He curled up on his side and dozed off here and there, until his cellphone alarm went off at 6:00 a.m.

Having no money to catch the subway train, Lip trekked for 2 hours across the city until arriving at Patsy’s Pies. He pushed the door open, listened to a bell chime, and paused by the counter.

Fiona rounded the corner with a money-bag in one hand and the keys to the register in the other. She stopped when she spotted her younger sibling. “Oh! You actually came in.”

“Surprise, surprise,” he said flatly.

The restaurant owner hummed in acknowledgement and moved over to the cash register. She unlocked it and unzipped the money-bag, dispensing cash and change into the tray. “You’re 20 minutes late. I’m docking that out of your paycheck.”

“Fine, whatever.” Lip unzipped his jacket and shrugged it off, shifting it to his left hand. He walked over to his sister, “Okay so what do you need me to do first?”

“I need you to-” Fiona trailed off and she stood up straight, nose wrinkling at the horrid stench. “Lip you smell like a bar, what the fuck?!”

“Hmm, wonder if it has anything do with hanging out at the bars all night?”

The sarcastic tone doesn’t go unnoticed and Fiona huffed out an irritated breath. “Go into my office and grab one of the new polo shirts and I got some perfume sitting on my desk. SPRAY yourself down, and I mean like… drench yourself in it. Then you can grab an apron from the kitchen and start mopping the floors. Jason had to leave early last night so the floors are still covered in food and shit.” She tossed the keys to her brother.

Lip caught the keys midair and nodded, “Okay boss.” He sauntered down the length of the counter, took a right, and made his way down the hallway. He passed the kitchen, the restrooms, a storage closet, and finally reached Fiona’s office. He tested out several keys before locating the right one. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, flicking the lights on as he did so.

Double-panel windows, single desk, 6 black filing cabinets and STACKS of unlabeled paperwork. “I thought Liam was bad for clutter.” He searched the room and found pile of brand new work shirts in the corner of the room. He draped his jacket over a swiveling desk chair, along with his faded blue t-shirt. He picked out an XL polo shirt and ripped it out of the plastic covering. He slipped it on and adjusted the collar, closing the 2 buttons afterwards; there’s a giant slice of cherry pie on the center of the shirt, with ‘PATSY’S PIES’ in big, bold letters on the top. Leave it to Fiona to pick the cheesiest logo design.

Clean shirt, a few spritz of Fiona’s cheap perfume, and a secured apron, Lip was ready to start his shift, sort of. The guy was still drunk and he dreaded the impending hangover... He downed a quick cup of coffee to wash the nasty aftertaste in his mouth before tackling the diner floors. He swept up, mopped, and cleaned off every single table prior to the first customers’ arrival.

Somewhere in South Side, in the wee morning hours…

“YOU CHEATED?!” Sue shouted.

“NOT SO FUCKING LOUD!” snapped Ian, emerald eyes darting around nervously.

“I can’t believe you,” hissed the no-nonsense woman. She grabbed a handful of condoms and chucked them at Ian’s head.

Ian flinched when colorful squares flew into his face. It was painless and humiliating, making his cheekbones turn a dark shade of crimson.

Some of the teenagers whispered amongst each other, glancing back and forth from Sue to Ian.

“Great… Thanks,” he muttered in annoyance. The redhead bended over and started picking up all the condoms off the pavement.

“Your welcome asshole,” she grumbled. Debating on throwing something heavier at her co-worker, Sue caught a flash of movement and turned her head.

“E-excuse me?...” A petite girl squeaked; she had short blonde hair and an over-size hoodie with black leggings. Her clothing is exceptionally dirty and tattered, rags more than anything. The manner in which she fidgeted and ground her teeth together suggested junkie.

Sue’s expression softened into a heartening smile, “Yes Carrie? What can I do for you?”

Carrie averted her brown eyes, feeling too shameful to meet the older woman’s kind gaze. “N-need a couple needles, t-that is if you can spare any.”

“Of course my dear!” Sue shot Ian a death glare and leaned into the open ambulance doors, rummaging through a box. She opened up a blue box, stuck her hand in, and retrieved a handful of syringes; each is covered in a protective plastic casing.

‘Big softy’, Ian thought to himself. He was all too familiar with Sue’s bitchy side but the redhead knew his supervisor was a big teddy bear inside. She was always going on about love, commitment, honest relationships AND she had a tender spot for kids, even though she would never admit it. He handed out condoms to multiple juveniles, while ignoring the heated daggers Sue cast his way.

Carrie extended her hand for the clean needles, until Sue tutted.

“Tsk, tsk, Carrie you know how this works. For every dirty needle you turn over, I’ll give you a clean one.”

“O-okay, hang on a sec…” Carrie rummaged through her hoodie pocket and retrieved 3 used needles, the tips burnt black. “Here you go, I a-appreciate it Sue.”

“I appreciate you hun! Thank you for your participation in safe needle disposal.” Sue carefully wrapped her blue latex fingers around the dirty sharps and removed them from Carrie’s grip. She disposed the syringes in a red biohazard box and discarded the glove right after. She slipped on a clean glove, counted out 5 clean syringes, and handed them over to the jittery teen.

“Thank you Sue,” Carrie murmured and she walked over to Ian, intentionally cutting to the front of the line.

Disgruntled teenagers cursed in Spanish and English at the rude gesture.

“It’s okay guys,” Ian reassured them and he gave Carrie a small roll of condoms.

Unwilling to make eye contact with anyone, Carrie shuffled off around the building and disappeared into an alleyway; nobody paid her a 2^nd thought.

The radio blared from within the ambulance, an urgent voice calling out: “Rollover on highway 85! Approx. 25 female and 32 male, no minors.”

“Shit.” Sue put the rest of the clean syringes away and she closed her side of the ambulance. She rushed to the front of the vehicle while Ian threw the condoms into the back and slammed the 2^nd door shut. Hopping onto the driver’s seat, Sue picked up a handheld radio from its receiver and pressed the talk button. “This is 8277, we’re en route from South Side, Boulevard Ave.”

Ian slid into the passenger seat, closed the door, and buckled himself in.

“Copy that 8277, police have blocked off traffic on both ends of the highway and are anticipating your arrival. Over and out.” The radio clicked.

Sue hung the radio up and flicked the ambulance sirens on, which blared loudly and shattered the content space. She buckled in, shifted the vehicle in drive, and tore off into the not-so-busy street; South Side didn’t have a lot of traffic, at least, not in the run down areas. The senior EMT veered around cars and raced down the streets, taking sharp turns that would lead them onto the freeway.

“What I’ve come to learn from cheating men…. Is they never TRULY loved me to begin with. If they had, they never would’ve fallen for somebody else,” she said in a serious tone.

Ian tried to swallow the sticky lump in his throat. He glanced at the elder, lips pursed together in a tight-lipped frown. “I’m a fuckup, I know that now. I’m every bit like Monica, she couldn’t stay faithful to Frank or anyone for that matter.”

Sue exhaled a somewhat frustrated sigh, and she sensibly weighed in on her next choice of words. “Stop blaming your problems on your mom Ian… She’s, well she’s moved on and her influence can no longer be credited to your awful choices.”

Ian looked down at the floor, eyes watering up slightly. Sue was right, got fucking damnit she was ALWAYS right.

“Listen,” Sue’s voice softened, “You care for Trevor, hell you care for every single guy you stick your dick in. That’s not a bad thing per say, it just means you feel emotions more intensely compared to others. I suggest you come clean and tell Trevor you’re cheating on him, and how long it’s been going on for.”

“So I….don’t have to tell him ‘who’?” Ian stole a cautious glance at his supervisor.

“That depends on Trevor…. Should he ask then you HAVE to tell him, he has every right to know who you fucked him over for,” said Sue.

The information punches Ian in the face, provoking a miserable groan. He slid further down into his seat and covered his face with his hands. “I don’t…. I don’t know if I can Sue, I don’t want to hurt Trevor again. Besides…. It’s not like this other guy wants to be in a relationship with me, he hates me now and refuses to talk to me. It was just a one-time thing, I swear.”

“Hmm…” Sue ignored Ian’s pity party and shrugged her shoulders, “How did you find out Caleb was cheating?”

The question has Ian peeking through his fingers and he stared at Sue’s nonchalant face. “I… I noticed he was acting weird, blowing me off and straight up ignoring me. I asked Lip to go with me and follow the guy… We tailed him on the subway train, went clear across town, and that’s when I saw him kissing a woman I’d never met before.”

“Mhmm, and when you saw Caleb tonguing this mystery woman, how did it make you feel?”

“Like a piece of shit…” Ian mumbled.

“Exactly. Do you want Trevor to discover your one-time affair in a similar fashion?”

Ian considered her words. He was right in his assumption to go to Sue for help; she was more than just his boss and friend… She was a maternal figure that had her priorities set straight. He avoided going to Fiona for guidance because of her new obsession with the Tinder app; HOLY SHIT, he couldn’t believe how many men she was banging every night. Ian was used to Fiona bringing random men home for a quick fuck, but it wasn’t fair to push that on Liam and Franny; they didn’t need to see that shit.

Sighing, Ian shook his head and lowered his hands from his face. “No… I don’t wish that on Trevor or anyone…”

“Good, because you and I both know how much it hurts,” Sue’s voice strained a little and she squeezed the driver’s wheel until her knuckles turned bone-white.

“Sue?” Ian sat up straighter.

“What?” She kept her gaze on the road as they neared the police barricade.

“Thank you.”

“For what? Being a bitch?”

“No,” Ian chuckled, “For being truthful and never telling me to fuck off.”

“Oooh, trust me, I’ve been wanting to tell you that since I discovered that bullshit lie on your resume,” said Sue.

“True and once you got to know me… You knew deep down in your cold heart that you had a thing for gingers.” Ian smirked and theatrically flicked a hand through his red hair, “Cougars can’t resist my boyish charms. It’s a flaw really~”

“Fuck you!” Sue flipped Ian off but an undeniable twitch curved her lips into a smile.

Ian grinned, “Only if you got a strap on.”

“Oh, OHHH! You wanna fight huh?” Sue curled a fist and threw a punch at Ian’s shoulder.

The redhead flung himself forward against the front console to avoid the hit, “Abuse of power! I’m reporting this!”

Before Sue could issue a witty comeback, an officer flagged the ambulance down and had the squad vehicles clear the way.

Both EMTs spotted the overturned car and a pool of blood on the right side.

“Game face Gallagher,” Sue instructed, dropping the hilarity from her voice.

“Got it.” Ian readied himself and grabbed some medical supplies from the back of the ambulance.

Ironically enough, Trevor texted Ian to meet up at local café during lunch break. Usually the 2 men are busy on weekdays and it’s a rare occurrence when their schedules line up.

Around 1:00 p.m., Ian arrives at the café in his work attire and he idly stands outside the building, waiting for Trevor. He plays with his phone, trying to act like a normal person who isn’t about to shit in their pants right now. Sue’s advice replayed in his head, urging him to get this over and done with, like ripping off a Band-Aid; the longer he prolongs it, the worse it gets.

Speaking of bandages….

Ian reached up and gingerly touched the front of his neck. Upon clocking in at work, Ian took a couple pieces of gauze and taped it to his neck to hide the unsightly hickey. He tried to play it off and explain how some asshole at the bar shoved their burning cigarette against his neck – yeah, that didn’t work out well. Everyone teased the hell out of him, including Sue, that is, until he told her the truth behind his injury.

“Fuck,” the redhead was having second thoughts. He jumped when his phone suddenly vibrated in his hand, nearly dropping it in the process. He entered his passcode and opened up a text message from Fiona.

[Lip showed up for work this morning.]

Fingers move to type up a response and a relieved sigh escaped Ian’s lips.

[Thanks for the update, is he okay?]

The phone vibrated a few seconds later.

[Besides the hangover? Yeah, he’s fine.]

“Hangover,” Ian repeated. That irritated him a little… He pictured the night they drank at the Alibi, when Lip got sloppy drunk. Ian had only meant to peck his brother’s lips with a kiss but it ended up turning out into a hot make-out session, no thanks to Lip’s aggressive actions. 

Was Lip doing that with other men?

No, Lip was heterosexual….right?

Or was he a closeted bi-sexual?

Whatever the case was, Ian didn’t want Lip kissing anyone else … Not while he’s intoxicated at least.

“Hey Ian.”

Ian gasped and this time he dropped his cell phone. He sucked in a breath and held it, wincing when the cellular device hit cement.

“Shit Gallagher, jumpy much?” Trevor chuckled in amusement and he leaned down, plucking the phone from the sidewalk. He dusted it off and checked the object for any damages. “Huh, your phone case protected it. Look,” he held the phone up to Ian’s face, “-no scratches or fractures.”

“Y-yeah, haha.” Ian’s nervous laughter didn’t sound convincing. He took his phone from Trevor and put it away, “Should we uh, go inside?”

“No, I thought we should stand outside the doors for a while, make people uncomfortable you know?”

“…….” Ian looked confused.

“I’m kidding! What is it with you today?” Trevor opened up the glass door and motioned for Ian to go in first. “You’re so uptight these days.”

“Sorry. Work, stress, and the usual family dysfunction that comes along with it…” Ian stepped inside the air-conditioned building and looked at the line of people. “I know it’s not an excuse-”

Trevor took Ian’s right hand in his own and interlocked their fingers, leaning up on his tiptoes to nuzzle a kiss against his strong jawline. “Mmm, no it isn’t BUT, you can always make it up to me. First, let’s start by getting in line and ordering a couple of big trains, okay?”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good start.” Ian squeezed Trevor’s hand and he guided his boyfriend over to the end of the line. He stared ahead, pretending to read over the menu items but it was absolute chaos inside his head. Did Trevor see the bandage over his neck? Was he going to ask about it? Should Ian tell a lie or the truth? Would it be better to order drinks first and find a nice, quiet table outside? ‘Oh great idea Einstein, softening the blow with Starbucks beverages? Can you be anymore stupid?!’ he cussed himself out silently.

Trevor leaned against Ian’s side, absentmindedly stroking his thumb over the other male’s knuckles.

The gesture soothed Ian’s frazzled nerves, to an extent.

The line moved at a consistent pace, not too fast or too slow. Ian claims he doesn’t know what to order, so he lets Trevor order for the both of them; 2 white chocolate trains with whip cream and sugar sprinkles.

Hand-in-hand, the lovebirds take their drinks outside and take seat on a wooden bench, shaded by a green canopy above.

“Oh my God, this…this is amazing~” Trevor sipped on his beverage, purring in content.

“Yeah.” Ian took a drink and it tasted like sand to him…. He balanced his big train on his left thigh, realizing how sweaty his palm was against Trevor’s own. He was still wracking at his brain for the right words to say.

“Did you and Lip patch things up?”

“What?!” Ian almost jolted in his seat and looked at Trevor, panic written all over his face.

Trevor’s brown hues never left Ian’s face and he raised an eyebrow, perplexed by his boyfriend’s odd behavior. “The barbecue? You know, Liam’s birthday party the other day?”

“OH! Y-yeah everything’s good. We threw a couple punches at each other but that’s the only way to settle a Gallagher dispute.” Ian tried sipping on his overpriced, flavorless Starbucks beverage.

“I see.” Trevor let his gaze wander over to the road and he watched the busy traffic. “You seem…I don’t know, paranoid? You want to tell me what’s going on?”

Fuck. Ian set his drink down on the pavement and he could no longer feel his hand in Trevor’s grasp; his body tingled and everything fell numb. What was he supposed to say? He didn’t want to lose Trevor for good… Exhaling a shaky breath, Ian spoke in a hushed voice because if he were any louder, Trevor would hear his heart breaking. “Sometimes we get so wrapped up in getting what we want, that we forget to ask ourselves why we wanted it in the first place.”

Trevor doesn’t say anything at first. He leans back in his seat and bit by bit retracts his hand out of Ian’s sweaty grip. He wiped it dry on his cargo shorts before addressing the comment. “Why are we together...? Is that the question you’re talking about?”

Ian nods.

The brunette inclines forward and rises to his feet, drink in one hand, and a curled fist in the other. He’s beyond upset but not for the reason Ian thought. “Is this your idea of a joke?”

“Huh?” Ian looked up at the other male.

Trevor turned and narrowed his eyes on Ian, a scowl on his face. “I mean, you’re a pretentious fuck if you think I haven’t noticed the hickey on your neck. Are you causally waiting for me to bring it up?” He swiveled around and faced the other male. “I gave you a chance to explain yourself but instead you’re spouting out philosophical bullshit. What am I supposed to say Ian?! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON WHEN YOU CAN’T TELL THE TRUTH STRAIGHT TO MY FUCKING FACE?!!!!”

“T-Trevor” gasped Ian. He clung to the arm of the bench and leaned back, his face burning red from embarrassment and guilt. He stammered out broken up sentences, none of which made sense.

Outside patrons and pedestrians paused, their attention concentrated on the quarreling pair.

As much as Trevor feared the answer, he blurted the question plaguing his mind: “When did you start cheating on me? Was it after I left the barbecue?”

Emerald eyes turn away from the scorching gaze and he stared at the wooden bench, idly scratching his fingernails against the fading paint. “N-no… It was… right after me and you got back together.”

If words could kill, then Trevor would be deceased. His mind couldn’t fathom the idea that Ian could parade around in his life, pretending like he cares about Trevor’s feelings, pretending like he’s devoted and faithful. Cruel, fucking, irony. He knew he shouldn’t have let Ian Gallagher back into his life and now he regretted it, he regretted it all.

A bitter laugh pushed past Trevor’s lips, “Hah! To think, I almost believed you could change. Go figure.” He shook his head in disapproval and pulled the lid off his big train beverage. “I should’ve known really, dating a younger guy with all this personal baggage…. What was I THINKING?!.”

Hesitant, Ian looked back up at Trevor, eyes watering up from the remorse of his actions. “I didn’t mean …. I never wanted to hurt you Trevor, I swear to God, t-this won’t happen again. If y-you could just give me a chance-”

Out of nowhere, Trevor threw his drink in Ian’s face.

Cold, pale liquid soaked his EMT shirt and whip cream clung to his red hair.

The frigid temperature caused Ian to yelp and he jumped to his feet. He tried wiping the mess away from his eyes and nose.

Trevor tossed his empty cup into a nearby trashcan and proceeded to walk away.

Ian’s right hand shot out and he clutched onto Trevor’s wrist. “Wait.”

Yanking his hand out Ian’s, the brunette wheeled around fast and he suddenly threw a right-handed hook at his unsuspecting ex-boyfriend.  

Pain shot up Ian’s nose, temporarily blinding him. He stumbled back, tripped on his own feet, and landed on the sidewalk with a soft thud. Thankfully, he landed on his butt, and the cushioned blow didn’t hurt nearly as much as the assault on his face. He couldn’t see Trevor, just a blurry brown blob, but he can certainly hear his voice. Ian listened.

“I hate you, Ian Gallagher.” Trevor’s voice was gravelly and laced with hostility. When he spoke, it sounded like rusty nails to a chalkboard, demonstrating profound animosity towards the other. “I will hate you for the rest of my life. Do NOT contact me, do NOT come around my building, and stay the fuck away from my kids. You got that asshole?!”

Numb, Ian manages a stiff nod.

Trevor left, for good this time.

It’s almost 4:30 p.m., close to quitting time for the morning workers; evening shift will be arriving soon.

The bell chimes and Fiona looked up with a big grin, “Good afternoon! Welcome to Patsy’s P-” She stopped short and looked the peculiar man up and down. She noticed dried blood underneath his nose and some white, cakey substance in his hair and on his clothes. “Ian? Are you okay?” She set the coffee pot down on the counter and rushed up to her little brother. She cupped Ian’s face and thoroughly examined his face for any other injuries, “Did this happen during work?”

Sniffling, Ian tried to look anywhere else but Fiona’s concerned gaze; his eyes are red and puffy, like he’d been crying. “I’m fine Fi, and no this didn’t happen during work… I was on my lunch break, and…yeah…” He didn’t want to go into too much detail.

“Oh…okay.” Fiona looked over her shoulder, “Hey Sierra can you get me a damp washcloth? And grab-”

“Is Lip here?” Ian interrupted.

“What?” Fiona looked back at her brother, “Uh yeah, he’s here. He’s in the back, dishwasher duty.”

“Thanks,” Ian tried to offer up a reassuring smile, but it came off as a lopsided and totally unconvincing. “I needa talk to him, I’ll only be a few minutes.” He didn’t bother to wait for an answer, and he stepped around Fiona, making his way to the back of the restaurant.

Fiona watched her brother disappear around the corner and she shrugged her shoulders, pushing out a semi-frustrated exhalation. “Boys will be boys I guess.” She picked up her coffee pot again and went around the diner, refilling every single cup that was low on caffeine.

An odd mixture of food and soap hit his nostrils when Ian entered the kitchen area.

The cook glanced up at Ian, then went back to flipping burgers and steaks.

Lip happened to look up after setting a tray of soapy dishes onto a conveyor belt. He let go, took a step back, and dried his hands off on his white apron. “Jesus Ian, you look like shit.”

The redhead had a look of urgency on his face and he approached his older brother, “We need to talk.”

Apprehension filtered into Lip’s veins and he threw out his right hand to stop Ian from moving any closer.

Ian stopped inches away from Lip’s hand, but his emerald eyes focused on Lip’s hazel blue orbs. “Can you take a break?”

“I already took my 15,” he lied. Fuck, he really didn’t want to see or talk to Ian right now; it was bringing up a lot of uncomfortable feelings and memories. “I’m working right now so I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.” Lip dismissed his brother and moved over to a sink.

Weight crushed Ian’s chest, forcing him to desperate measures. “Do you love me?”

Lip tensed up and he squeezed a silver mixing bowl in his hands, until his knuckles turned bone white. He pretended he didn’t hear his brother and resumed washing the bowl out.

That does it. Ian inhaled a deep breath and practically shouted at the top of his lungs: “LIP GALLAGHER DO YOU LOVE ME?! OR DO YOU HATE ME?!”

The cook, a busboy, and several waitresses paused to look over at Ian; even the diner went eerily quiet.

BANG!

Lip threw the silver mixing bowl against the sink and he turned around. He marched over to Ian and grabbed him by his wrist, clenching down in a death grip. He dragged Ian out of the kitchen, muttering curse words along the way.

“L-Lip!?” Ian almost tripped over his own feet. He struggled to keep up as his wrist throbbed underneath the tight grip.

The blonde guided them to the back entrance, and he kicked it open, rushing forward and literally throwing Ian forward. As an added measure, he threw his left foot into Ian’s ass, purposely knocking his brother off his feet.

Ian hissed softly when he skidded a few inches across rocky asphalt, scraping both arms and his chin. He lay on his stomach for a second, trying to comprehend what just happened. He carefully pushed himself up and rolled around, still sitting on the ground.

Lip is fuming mad, his face is red and he’s panting lightly; it looked like a vein was about to pop out of his forehead and neck. “HATE! WITH A CAPITOL FUCKING H-A-T-E! I HATE YOU IAN! GET A FUCKING LIFE AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”

That’s the second time today someone expressed their hate for Ian Gallagher.

Maybe it was true. He really WAS like Monica whose children didn’t even love her, with one exception.

There’s one too many things going on inside Ian’s head, one too many emotions to deal with. He opened his mouth to apologize for his actions and unwanted words, that is, until Monica’s voice floated into his mind. A memory flashed in his mind.

(Flashback between Monica and Ian) “You need to be with people who accept you for who you are, and they’re out there. You should never apologize for being you. You, Ian. I love you.”

A soft sob left his lips and Ian reached up, using the back of his hand to wipe away tears. Monica was the only one who ever understood his pain and she never tried to change him, no matter how fucked up he thought he was. That was love, right? Ian wanted to experience it again, so badly… To love and be loved in return. It would seem he wasn’t meant for that fairytale, or anything remotely good. He always fucked things up in the end, like true, fucking Gallagher.

Lip would be lying if he said he didn’t feel bad, he didn't mean to kick Ian, let alone make his kid brother cry. Unfortunately, this was the only way to make a stubborn Gallagher understand, by resorting to cruelty. He watched Ian struggle to climb to his feet and when he did, the two brothers are at a standoff again.

They stare at one another, neither attempting to speak or move.

Ian is the first to break the tense air between them. “You can hate me, Lip…. You can go out there and-” his voice rose dangerously high, on the verge of hysteria, “-SAY ANYTHING YOU WANT ABOUT ME!!! BUT YOU WILL LOVE ME!!!” Then, just as quickly as he reacted, he deflated. His shoulders slumped and Ian could barely maintain eye-contact. “Later…you will love me later because I told you the truth.”

“What the fuck are you talking-”

Crying quietly to himself, Ian began walking away from the diner.

The confrontation was over. Lip relaxed slightly but an uneasy feeling settled over him. Granted, he wanted Ian to leave him alone but… There was something odd about his body language; the kid moved at a sluggish pace, like he was defeated or overly exhausted. Was he going back to work? He brushed off his concern and ambled over to a nearby dumpster. He leaned against the warm blue surface and retrieved a pack of cigarettes from his mouth. By the time he got the thing lit, Ian had disappeared.

Out of sight. Out of mind. That’s a good thing…. At least, that’s what Lip tried to convince himself of. He ignored the aching in his chest and definitely didn’t pay attention to the way his hands trembled.

Notes:

WOW! It's been ages since I updated this fic. I don't have any excuses, my bad, just kinda took a break on it and went with other stuff.

Ian's mental health is deteriorating, as would anyone else if they got rejected twice in one day (poor ginger bear). Anyway I tried to throw in a sort of parallel, when Ian confronted Mickey and told him to admit he's gay and that he loves him - well he unwittingly did the same to Lip, and things ended badly (as usual).

More family drama to ensue~ I didn't forget this fanfic, don't worry. I just take a really long time to come up with content and finding time to write it all down xD

Btw, Ian's last sentence in this chapter is a quote by Mary J. Blige, thought it was rather fitting for the dialogue.

OHHHH! As a side note. I do NOT know how the lingo goes between a dispatcher and ambulance/EMT. I tried looking up some practice scripts but I only came across 911 dispatchers receiving calls and answering (not relaying them over to an EMT.) So if it sounds off or doesn't make sense, I apologize.

Chapter 14

Notes:

Ian has been missing for a little over 2 weeks and his family is worried. Lip decides to visit a few of Ian's former boyfriends in hopes they might have seen or heard from the redhead.

Life proceeds in the normal Gallagher fashion; chasing Frank out of the house, chastising Lip for his drinking habits, lecturing Debbie on proper daycare providers, and bitching Fiona out because of the numerous men showing up at the house to proclaim their love for the woman.

Liam, the only good egg out of the bunch, is spared any and all reprimanding

Several days pass until a week elapsed.

The lack of Ian Gallagher’s presence doesn’t perturb any of his siblings. They all assume the redhead is staying over at Trevor’s house and is far too busy to give them a call.

It’s 6:00 p.m. on a Friday when an unexpected visitor arrives at the Gallagher home.

Somebody is knocking on the door.

“Liam can you get that?!” Fiona called over her shoulder, while attempting to fry hamburger over a shitty propane burner.

“Can’t! NBA Showdown!” the young male shouted.

“Fuck,” Fiona looked up at the ceiling, “LIP?! DEBS?!”

Debbie is in the shower while Franny is fast asleep in her crib.

Lip is lying in bed with his headphones on, blasting various R&B songs.

The knocking persisted.

“Guess it’s medium-rare hamburgers tonight,” she griped. Fiona turned the burner off, set the spatula down, and walked out of the kitchen. She walked past Liam and the couch, making her way to the front door. She opened it up and was surprised to see Ian’s supervisor. “Sue?”

“Fiona, sorry to drop in unannounced.” Sue retrieved an envelope from the inner lining of her jacket and held it out to Fiona. “Today is payday and Ian didn’t show up to collect his check. Thought I’d drop it off with you.”

“Oh yeah? That’s fine, I’ll make sure he gets it.” Fiona took the offered envelope.

“Hey… Is everything alright with you and the family?” Sue inquired.

“Huh?” Fiona blinked and she crossed her arms, leaning against the door frame slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Well… Ian hasn’t shown up for work at all this week-”

“Wait… Come again?” Fiona’s scrunched up her nose and shook her head in disbelief. “Are you saying Ian skipped a week of work and you’re only telling me NOW?!”

Unfazed by Fiona’s raised voice, Sue nodded. “Yes, I assumed personal matters or possibly a family death? We all need time to process grief, hence why I didn’t contact you immediately.”

Fiona exhaled a soft sigh and she uncrossed her arms, nervously running a hand through her brunette locks. “Shit, he hasn’t been home… I figured he was staying at his boyfriend’s house.”

Sue’s brown eyes flickered with recognition. “Ian took an early lunch last Friday, said he was going to meet Trevor at some café on 10^th street.  He never came back to work after that, and my phone calls went straight to voicemail.”

“Thank you for informing me Sue, I’ll be sure to find him.” Fiona was about to close the door until pausing, “Uhm, is Ian fired?”

The older woman snorted, “The other crew might start a riot over this but…. Yeah, sure, why not? For reliable workers, I’ll stick my neck out.”

“You’re the best Sue,” Fiona smiled, “And I can see why Ian looks up to you.”

“Flattery don’t charge these batteries Gallagher,” Sue rolled her eyes and she turned around, descending the wooden porch steps. “Just make sure you kick his ass for me when you find him, okay?”

“Deal!” Fiona yelled. She closed the door and walked back into the living room area. She used the envelope to fan herself, it was hot inside the house. “Hey Liam, have you seen or heard from Ian lately?”

“Nope,” Liam shook his head, his attention glued to the T.V. screen. His fingers moved swiftly, furiously jabbing at buttons and controlling his team – The Phoenix Suns are his current favorite.

“Hmm… You got half an hour left kiddo, then it’s homework time.” Fiona went upstairs, hearing Liam shouting at the T.V. and throwing out a string of curses; he was starting to sound like a Gallagher. She approached Debbie’s bedroom door and knocked, “Debs?”

“Just a minute!”

There’s movement inside the bedroom and after 30 seconds, the door swings open. Debbie had her wet hair wrapped up in a towel, turban style, and she had on a pair of jean shorts and a black tank top. “Yeah?”

“Have you seen Ian? Has he called you or the house phone?”

“Uhhh, no. It’s been awhile since he stopped by the house.”  Debbie stepped back inside her room and moved over to Franny’s crib. She checked on her daughter and smiled fondly at her, “She looks like an angel when she’s sleeping.”

Fiona entered the bedroom and followed Debbie’s gaze. She smiled at her niece and hummed in agreement, “She looks like you when you were that age.” Sue’s words echoed in her head, bringing her back the conundrum that needed to be addressed. “Well he disappeared from work last Friday, didn’t come back after his lunch break.”

“Really?” Debbie looked up from the crib, “You think he’s off his meds?”

“That or something is really, REALLY stressing him out. Whenever he’s upset, his medication doesn’t work and he’s not good at self-management…”

Debbie reached out and touched Fiona’s arm, “Don’t worry Fi, we’ll find him.”

“I hope so, I’m worried he’s gonna do something stupid.” Fiona took her sister’s hand and gave it a squeeze, “I’m gonna ask Lip if he’s heard from Ian, maybe his disappearance has something to do with their fight after the barbecue.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that.” Debbie nodded and she pulled her hand away, reaching up to remove the towel off her head.

Fiona walked across the hallway and knocked on Lip’s bedroom door – Lip was the only one who still shared a bedroom with his brothers Liam and Carl. However, Carl is gone most of the year at military school and Lip was residing at the college dorms, well, formerly. She sympathized with Lip but right now she had her own shit to deal with.

Not only was she running Patsy’s Pies, but she’s in the middle of renovating a recently purchased building. She’s a landlord now, a FUCKING landlord, and she couldn’t be more excited to start this new chapter of her life. She tried not to stick her nose in her siblings’ business, they’d have to figure everything out on their own, just like she did.

On the other hand, her maternal instincts are going off like crazy about this thing going on between Ian and Lip. Sure, those two argue and fight from time to time, however, there’s a noticeable tension in the air whenever they’re in the same room. Something happened, and it’s affecting their relationship. It was even MORE frustrating that neither one of her brothers wanted to discuss it, since when did they keep secrets from each other? At least, secrets that Fiona didn’t already know.

“Lip?” Fiona knocked on the door and waited.

No answer.

“LIP?!” she knocked louder.

No answer.

‘Fuck, this kid better not be masturbating’, she thought to herself. Fiona gripped the door handle and pushed the door open. Much to her relief, she saw Lip laying down in bed with his headphones on.

Lip had his eyes closed, both hands folded underneath his head. He tapped his left foot and moved it from side to side as he listened to music.

Fiona picked up a t-shirt from the floor, balled it up, and threw it at her brother’s face.

“WHAT THE-?!” the blonde twitched and flailed about.

The eldest Gallagher cackled with laughter. “HAHAHA!!!”

Lip threw the t-shirt on the floor and sat up. He jerked the headphones out of his ears and glared at Fiona, “The fuck is your problem?!”

The red face and embarrassment made Fiona howl even louder. She clung to the door frame for support, her insides hurting from all the laughing. “S-sorry, I knocked first!”

“Sorry my ass.” Lip grabbed a pillow and hurled it at his sister’s face.

Fiona tried to block the pillow but was too slow. The soft object slammed into her face with a soft thud before sliding off onto the floor. Her laughter died down to a giggle and Fiona tried to adjust her messy hair, “Lucky shot.”

“Fuck off,” Lip grumbled.

“Holy shit, you’re grumpy when you’re sober,” Fiona noted. She’d been forcing Lip to stay sober during work hours and recently took the liberty of hiding MOST of the beer in her bedroom. Of course, Lip could easily walk down to the nearest gas station and purchase his own alcohol but as of late, he seems to avoid going out altogether.

Lip scowled at the remark and he narrowed his eyes on his older sister. “What do you want?”

Fiona wiped tears from her eyes, and she stared at Lip, her tone taking on a more serious note. “Ian is missing. Hasn’t been to work in a week and nobody has heard from him.”

“Oh…” Lip’s glare faded away and he looked down at the floor, offering up a shrug. “You know this isn’t the first time he’s done this. He’s probably at Trevor’s house and, I don’t know, maybe he’s depressed again?”

“If Ian IS in trouble, don’t you think Trevor woulda called me by now?”

“What if Ian ISN’T in trouble? Maybe he’s sick of his job and needs a vacation,” countered Lip.

Fiona snapped her eyes, “Lip you know Ian LOVES his job. He worked so hard to keep his EMT position, I don’t think he’d causally throw it away unless….”

Both siblings meet each other’s gaze.

Worst case scenario, Ian has a manic episode and does something incredibly senseless and dangerous.

“I’ll make some calls,” Lip offered.

“Okay, I’m heading over to my place. I’ll ask the tenants if they’ve seen a crazy ginger around town.” Fiona left and went downstairs.

“Fucking Ian…” Lip had gone a week without thinking about his brother and now, his mind flooded with all sorts of images – some more appropriate then others. He flopped down on his back and sighed loudly, “What the hell are you doing out there kid?”

Music blares from Lip’s headphones but he doesn’t bother to put them back on. After some deliberation, Lip reached inside his trunks and pulled out his cell phone. He entered the passcode and dialed up Ian’s number. He held his phone against his ear and listened to it ring a few times.

The line clicked and Ian’s voicemail came on: “Ian Gallagher here, I’m currently fucking or sucking cock, take your pick and leave message.”

“Hah!” Lip chuckled in amusement, that was the first time he heard Ian’s voicemail recording. ‘Dork, could you be any gayer?’ he thought to himself. When the recording beeped, Lip cleared his throat with a cough. “Ian, hey, it’s Lip… Look, back at the diner, both of us said some things we didn’t mean but that doesn’t mean you gotta disappear and sulk around like a child! Could you act like your age and give us a call? Doesn’t have to be me, you can call Fiona or Debs, or leave a message with Liam. Just… let us know you’re alive and safe, that’s all I’m asking.”

The recording beeped again, and a series of automated instructions followed. Lip ended the call and put his cell away. He stared at the ceiling and remained in bed for most of the evening.

Saturday.

Sunday.

Monday.

Tuesday.

Wednesday.

Thursday.

Friday.

Another week and still no word from Ian Gallagher.

Everybody is worried and Fiona struggled with the decision to go the cops; she didn’t exactly have good rapport with Chicago law enforcement.

Debbie stopped at Trevor’s house 3 times but every time she showed up the house was empty. If Franny wasn’t with her, she’d break into the house and inspect it herself.

Liam suggested they hang up missing person posters, but Lip told him to hold off on it.

Call it intuition, or sibling instincts, but Lip firmly believed Ian was in the area. He reassured his sisters, and brother, that he’ll go out and look for the redhead – he has a few spots in mind.

Fiona agreed to let Lip take a day off, giving him adequate time to search the city.

Naturally, the first stop is Trevor’s house. Lip knocked and waited patiently.

No answer.

Lip pressed an ear against the door and held his breathe. Minutes pass, and he doesn’t detect any movement or noise. He had a feeling Ian wasn’t here and promptly left the area.

The blonde walked 8 blocks before arriving at Trevor’s workplace, at least, he thought this was the right building. He stood outside in the parking lot and smoked a cigarette, while watching people enter and leave. Most of them are teenagers, with unusual haircuts and clothing style; he couldn’t tell if he was looking at a guy or a girl.

One feminine looking guy walked out of the side door with his friends. He was dawning rainbow colored dreadlocks and a pink shirt labeled ‘Gay Pride’ on the front; there’s a unicorn on the back giving the peace sign.

“Yeah, this is the place.” Lip snuffed his cigarette out on the pavement and walked over to the front entrance. He entered the building and walked around, glancing at the colorful décor inside. It seemed more like a hangout spot and less of a professional work space.

“Lip?”

Recognizing the voice, Lip looked over to his right and spotted a familiar voice.

Trevor was at his desk, pen in hand and coffee in the other. “What are you doing here?”

There’s underlining animosity in Trevor’s voice and Lip doesn’t miss it. He took a few cautious steps forward. “Sorry, don’t mean to interrupt your work-”

“Spit it out Gallagher, I don’t have all day,” Trevor interrupted.

“Right.” Lip kept his hands in his pockets and kept his temper in check. “Is Ian at your place?”

Trevor scoffed and snapped his eyes, “Oh is that ALL you came here for?”

Lip furrowed his eyebrows and frowned slightly, “What do you mean?”

“Mmm…. How can I put this politely?” Trevor tapped the pen against his chin, looking up thoughtfully. Then he turned his brown eyes on Lip and spoke in an icy monotone, “Go fuck yourself.”

“What?” Lip could feel his hands tightening up into fists.

“You heard me.” Trevor looked back down at the paperwork he was filling out and resumed working.

‘This fucking prick…’ Lip swallowed thickly and tried to relax. “I get it… You’re still pissed off about the barbecue thing.”

Trevor ignored the other male.

“I was drunk, okay? Fucking sue me, I didn’t mean anything I said,” Lip insisted.

Without looking up, Trevor spoke: “Having him here is like watching your own personal freakshow.”

Lip shrank back, the words are like a slap to the face. Trevor wasn’t going to help him, not unless he patched things up between them. He inhaled a deep breath and exhaled, “Okay. You have every right to be mad at me, I was – AM, a piece of shit and sorry ass excuse for a human being.”

Trevor looked up from his work and stared at Lip with a blank expression.

“The truth is…. I was having a bad fucking day, actually, a bad month… It’s not an excuse to be an asshole and I’m sorry I took my frustration out on you. I was just so, fucking, MAD at myself and I wanted everyone to feel bad about themselves like I did.”

“Hm.” Trevor set the pen down and took a drink of lukewarm coffee. He set the mug down, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his seat. “Why were you mad at yourself in the first place?”

Lip stared into Trevor’s curious brown hues and murmured quietly, “I got kicked out of college and I missed an important meeting to advocate for my reinstatement as a student.” That was kind of true – it wasn’t the DIRECT cause of his angry outburst but one of many factors.

For a long time, Trevor didn't speak. He stared at Lip’s face, taking every word into consideration.

The taller male shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the next, growing antsy as he waited for a response.

“Well….” Trevor sighed, “Against my better judgement, apology accepted.”

Lip is relieved and the tension left his body.

Picking up his pen, Trevor began filling out another form for emergency housing regarding another runaway teenager in his care. “Ian and I broke up a couple weeks ago, I haven’t seen him since and I blocked his phone number.”

“WHAT?!” Lip’s mouth dropped open.

Trevor looked up and his eyes widened, he was taken aback by Lip’s reaction to the news. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No! He didn’t…. mention it to anyone. He’s been missing for a few weeks and we’re all worried…. We thought he was with you…” Lip chewed on his inner cheekbone and he dared himself to make eye-contact, the question accidentally slipping out of his mouth: “Why’d you guys break up?”

“He cheated on me…. again.” Trevor said bitterly.

“Did he say with who?” Lip blurted out.

“No?” Trevor glowered, “Why the hell would I want to know WHO? The fact of the matter is he cheated on me after we got back together. I was naïve to believe he’d actually changed …” Trevor slapped the pen down against the desk, causing Lip to jump in place. “I hate your brother but that doesn’t mean I don’t care for him. I’ll ask my kids to keep an eye out for him, a lot of them hang out in questionable parts of town. Should anyone find him, I’ll relay the message to Fiona.”

“Thank you,” Lip turned to leave.

“Lip?”

The man halted.

“Was that the only reason you were angry that day? Because you were kind of acting like a jealous prick,” said Trevor.

Lip craned his neck and looked at the brunette, “Maybe I was jealous. My brothers and sisters have someone special in their life and I don’t.” And, without waiting for a response, Lip vacated the building.

It costs Lip a pretty penny to use the subway train but he does so, and it takes almost an hour to get to his next destination.

Exiting the train, Lip moved along the sidewalk and tried  to avoid bumping into people. It’s more crowded on the North end of the city and it’s high-class compared to slums back home. Hell, even the air smelled better like he was walking through a mall or something. Lip puffed on a cigarette and looked for a familiar apartment complex. He didn’t know the address exactly… but based on Ian’s recount of his past relationship, he could pinpoint a general location.

Eventually he comes across a brick building, it looked new and an iron gate surrounded the perimeter. He examined the lock on the gate and realized he needed a key to get in, or he could just scale the gate… Fat chance, somebody would call the cops on him in a heartbeat. He decided to wait nearby, and slowly smoked cigarette after cigarette, burning through his new pack.

Almost 2 hours pass, and Lip is down to his last cigarette. He’s convinced he’s at the wrong place and right before he’s about to give up, Lip spots the guy he’s waiting for.

Caleb is unlocking the iron gate when he felt a hand tap him on the shoulder. On impulse, he whipped around fast and threw a right hook.

Lip barely dodges the attack in time, and he raised his hands in surrender. “Calm down buddy, I’m Lip Gallagher.”

“Lip Gallagher?” Caleb lowered his hand and relaxed, “Your Ian’s older brother?”

“Yeah, guilty as charged.” Lip feigned a friendly smile but in reality, he wanted to punch this guy’s fucking lights out. He remembered how broken up Ian was when he discovered Caleb was cheating on him, nearly driving the redhead to go off the deep end.

“I don’t believe we’ve formally met,” Caleb held his right hand out.

“You were at my sister's wedding, well, ALMOST wedding until Frank screwed it up.” Lip lowered took the offered hand and shook it. "But we didn't get a chance to meet before everything went to hell." 

“That's right, I sort of remember you, mostly your father though. What can I do you for Lip?” Caleb shifted a duffel bag from his right shoulder to his left.

“Look this is out of the blue but uh, have you seen or heard from Ian?”

“No man, sorry. We haven’t talked after our breakup and I don’t think he really comes to this side of town,” Caleb shrugged.

“Oh, alright. He’s been missing for a few weeks and I thought it couldn’t hurt to ask, ya know?” Lip seemed disappointed.

“Damn, I’m really sorry to hear that. Has your family reported him to the authorities?”

“No, not yet. I think it’s gonna have to come to that though.” Lip pulled his cell phone out, “It’s probably a low possibility but if you happen to see him, can you call me?”

“Sure.” Caleb listed his cell number off.

Lip entered the numbers into his phone and saved it under Caleb’s name. “Sent you a text message” he said, tucking his phone back into his jacket pocket.

“Got it. I’ll save it under my contacts later. Take care of yourself man.” Caleb unlocked the iron gate and pushed it open.

“Thanks, you too.” Lip took off walking and made his way back to the subway station.

Back on the South Side, Lip was strolling through a busy area of town, where most of the restaurants and casinos are located. He cursed under his breath, disappointed by the lack of information on Ian’s whereabouts. He was worried about his little brother’s safety and guilt ate away at his conscious. This was his fault for fighting with Ian and failing to go after him. At the time, he was still mad at the redhead for the bedroom incident, although, it’s not like that was the first time it happened; plenty of girls called out other guy’s names during sex and it never really bothered him before. Those were just one-night stands, quick fucks with no emotional ties.

But Ian? Fuck, there were existing emotions already – he loved the kid, that was his baby brother. Lip helped Fiona raise him and his other siblings, he was supposed to protect Ian and take care of him… Why’d he give into his curiosity? Why couldn’t he just keep his dick in his pants and turn Ian down like a sane fucking person?

He thought back to when he woke up out of a mini drug induced coma. He could have very well died of dehydration if it wasn’t for Ian’s quick thinking. And when Ian discovered Lip had forgotten about their arrangement…. Fuck, it ripped his heart to pieces to see Ian’s hurt expression. That’s why he did it, he loved Ian and didn’t want to see him unhappy ever again.

“How did things get so fucked up?” Lip stopped outside a fancy restaurant and shook his cigarette box, listening to a single cig rattle inside. He has enough change to buy another pack, so he thought, why not? He pulled out his lighter and tucked the cigarette between his lips. Right as he’s about to light, Lip’s gaze wandered over to the glass windows.

There’s a woman and man seated next to the window.

Lip doesn’t know the woman, but he identifies the man immediately.

The cigarette fell from his lips and the blonde rushed over to the double-glass doors, pushing them open and stepping inside the restaurant.

A waiter approached Lip, “Excuse me Sir, do you have a reservation?”

“No, I don’t, but this will only take a second.” Lip maneuvered around the waiter and walked over to the table closest to the window. “Ned?”

An older man with graying hair snapped his attention to Lip and when they made eye-contact, the man gasped.

The woman, appearing a tad younger than the man, glanced up at Lip before turning her attention back to Ned. “Do you know this young man?”

“Y-yes, I mean no! I have no idea who he is,” Ned stammered in a panicked voice. He looked at the woman, then back to Lip, silently pleading with his eyes for Lip to go away.

Lip figured this was a diner date and Ned probably didn’t want someone to out him out as a homosexual. He grinned and slapped a hand to Ned’s shoulder, “Seriously? You don’t remember your son’s birthday party?”

Ned jolted in his chair, looking like one of those cartoon cats clawing at the table for dear life. He blinked rapidly, trying to work out what Lip was getting at. “M-my son? Ah, we’ve celebrated so many birthdays it’s difficult to remember which one…”

“Yeah, it’s been awhile.” Lip shrugged and he looked at the woman, “Hello miss, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Lip Gallagher,” he held out his right hand in greeting. “Ned’s son used to date my older sister, that’s how I know the guy.”

“Oh!” The woman smiled and she shook Lip’s hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Gallagher. I’m Cherise Saddler.”

“Cherise Saddler? As in the Saddler furniture stores?”

“Yes, that’s the one.” Cherise giggled.

“Wow, I’m in the presence of a celebrity. Saddler furniture is the BEST in the whole damn city, pardon my language. It’s an honor to meet you.”

Cherise blushed and she waived her hand with a smile, “Oh you. Such a flatterer.”

“Ahem.” Ned cleared his throat with a cough, “Is there anything I can do for you Lip? We’re in the middle of a lunch date.”

“Ned it’s fine, our food hasn’t arrived yet,” Cherise chimed in.

Lip almost laughed at Ned’s expression, poor guy, it would seem his dinner date was engrossed by the attractive blonde. “I’m sorry for the interruption but I had to ask Ned a question.”

“And what question is that?” groused Ned.

“Have you seen Ian?”

Ned went rigid like a board and his face paled. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, frozen to the point where he couldn’t speak.

“Ian?” Cherise inquired.

“Yeah, let me explain. See Ian is my little brother and he was good friends with Ned’s son, isn’t that right Ned?” Lip watched the elder male.

“Yes, good friends. That’ right…. ah, the kid with red hair. I think I remember him now,” Ned nodded as the fake memories returned. “No, I can’t say I’ve seen him around, it’s been years.”

Unhappy about the news, Lip sighed and nodded once. “Okay well I’ll get out of your hair then. Hey, can you ask your son Jim-” He trailed off and glanced at Cherise, “-uh, Steve if he’s seen Ian around?”

“Steve is out of town right now but when he gets back, I will certainly inquire. Have a nice day Lip,” Ned tried to shoo the younger man away.

“Thanks, appreciate it. You know where to find us Ned,” Lip threw a flirtatious wink at Cherise before walking away. “You two make a cute couple!” he announced.

“Aww, what a charming young man,” Cherise said dreamily.

“…..Yeah, charming,” Ned kept his complaints to himself.

It’s 8:00 p.m. and the Gallagher siblings find themselves lounging about in the living room.

There’s a scary movie playing, a classic 90’s horror film titled ‘Anaconda’.

Lip and Fiona had already seen it, but it was one of their favorites.

Debbie and Liam kept jumping and screaming when the snake appeared on screen.

Franny was too young to comprehend the scary details and she babbled away in her mother’s lap, chewing on a damp washcloth – she was teething and the cold cloth soothed her aching gums.

“Liam pass me another chicken leg,” Lip said.

Liam was too absorbed in the movie to respond.

“Never mind, I’ll get it.” Lip got up from the couch and grabbed the bucket of chicken off the end table. “Asked Trevor and Caleb if they seen Ian, but no luck.”

Fiona looked up from the recliner, “Shit… I guess I’m going to the police department tomorrow to file a missing persons report.”

“Yeah, it’s probably for the best.” Lip took a bite of chicken and chewed away on the salty, crunchy layer. “Also, I had a run-in with Jimmy-Steve’s dad.”

“You did?” Fiona and Debbie said at the same time.

“Did you punch him or something?” Debbie asked.

“No, no! I don’t mean a confrontation. I was gonna have a cigarette break when I saw him inside a restaurant. I went inside and asked him if he’s seen Ian around lately.”

“And?” Fiona sounded hopeful.

“I’m sorry to disappoint but he hasn’t seen Ian in years. He said he’d let us know if he spotted him in town, although, I think he just said that to get me out of there as soon as possible. He was on a lunch date and almost shit his pants when I mentioned Ian.”

Fiona giggled, “I wish I coulda been there to see his face.”

Lip grinned, “I should’ve asked for money instead huh? Buy my silence and what not. I don’t think his date would’ve been too thrilled to know he swings both ways.”

“Coulda, shoulda, woulda,” Debbie took a drink of Mountain Dew. “I’ll go see Ned tomorrow and ask him for cash, that way we’ll have enough money to pay the electricity bill.”

“Atta girl!” Fiona snapped her fingers, “Are you taking notes Liam?”

“Uh huh,” Liam nodded, eyes glued to the snake movie, “Blackmail a guy for money or out his sexuality to his date.”

“Bingo.” Fiona smiled and resumed sipping on a cold beer.

Lip sat back down and munched away on fried chicken.

Out of nowhere the front door flew open and a loud voice bellowed, “I need SHOTS! I gotta get this old man smell off me pronto!”

Everybody, except Liam, looked over to see Kev hauling in 2 big cases of beer.

“Shots? You only got beer,” Lip observed.

Kev kicked the door behind him and walked into the living room. “There’s more to me then meet’s the eye, behold-” He set the cases down on the floor and pulled out 2 pints from his pockets, one was Jack Daniels and the other was Captain.

“Oooh! Gimme the Jack,” Fiona set her plate of food down.

“Jack it up Fi,” Kev tossed the pint over to her.

Fiona caught it and she cracked the pint open, easily slamming down a couple shots of whiskey.

“What about you Lip?” Kev waived the pint of Captain around.

“I’ll just take a beer,” said Lip.

“You got it.” Kev ripped the case open and moved over to the end of the couch. He held one out to Debbie and one to Lip.

“Thanks Kev,” Debbie took a beer. “I take it you had old men feeling you up again at work?”

“Yeah,” Kev sighed, “I mean it’s good money if I let em’…. But they all smell so gross. I hate cinnamon aftershave and grape cigars now.”

Lip took his beer and opened it. “You don’t HAVE to work there you know.”

“I don’t plan to work there forever, gonna quit after the twins get into school.” Kev tapped Liam’s shoulder, “Scoot over.”

Liam got up and popped a squat in front of the T.V., just as the giant anaconda attacked Ice Cube.

“Thanks squirt,” Kev sat down between Lip and Debbie. He opened his pint and took 3 big shots, exhaling a satisfied sigh afterwards.

“Ew, you DO smell like grape cigars” Debbie noted.

“Right? And sometimes they rub their white stubbly faces against my stomach, ugh!” Kev shuddered.

“You’re not having any bi-sexual fantasies, are you?” Lip teased.

“No, not at all.” Kev shook his head, “Been down that road before and it’s been established, I’m as straight as they get.”

“Huh, that’s right. I remember Ian talking about the time you approached him with all those weird questions.” Lip shacked half of his beverage.

“Haha, yeah I think I made him really uncomfortable.” Kev chuckled and suddenly, he paused. “Speaking of Ian, what’s his deal anyway?”

“Huh?” Everybody, except Liam, stared at Kev.

“He’s been at Fairy Tales almost every single night, and he’s hanging out with the creepy bar owner, Henry MacDonald.” Kev shook his head in disgust, “That guy tried to elicit sex from me in exchange for a raise. I told him I’d think about it, so he wouldn’t fire me. Thank God he’s into younger men, he hasn’t bothered me since.”

Lip, Fiona and Debbie are stunned into silence.

Kev quietly sipped on his pint, taking several seconds to notice the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces. “What?”

Fiona jumped up from her seat, “Ian has been MISSING for over 2 weeks!”

“He has?” Kev blinked innocently and looked around the room. “Well nobody told me!!!!”

Lip put his beer and chicken down before standing up. “Was he there when your shift ended?”

Kev nodded, “Yeah. Him and the owner usually stay till closing time.”

Mirroring her brother, Fiona set everything down and grabbed her zip-up sweater from the back of the recliner.

“Hey I’m going too!” Debbie wrapped her arms around Franny and stood up.

“Debs, you can’t take a toddler into a bar,” stated Fiona.

“She’s right, they won’t let you in if they see Franny, no matter how adorable she is” Kev said.

“Shit.” Debbie looked down at her daughter.

“It’s okay Debs, me and Fiona got it handled.” Lip walked over to the coat rack near the window and tugged his jacket off the hook.

Debbie got an idea. She looked a Kev and smiled excitedly, “Kev guess what?”

“Hmm? What?” Kev looked at the redhead.

“There’s pot brownies in the kitchen! They’re in the microwave, didn’t want Liam or Franny to get into them.”

“Pot brownies, really?!” Kev practically jumped off the couch and rushed into the kitchen.

“Liam take Franny-” Debbie knelt and pushed her daughter into Liam’s arms.

Liam didn’t protest. Once Franny was seated in his lap, he secured his arms around her and continued to watch the movie.

“Be good for uncle Liam and uncle Kev~” Debbie cooed. She turned around and sprinted to the door, “Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

Lip smirked and Fiona giggled.

All three siblings disappear out the front door.

“Hey…. There’s no brownies in the microwave-” Kev heard the living room door slam shut. He closed the microwave and wandered back into the living room area. When he saw it was empty, minus Liam and Franny, he raced over to the window. He pushed the curtain aside and watched Fiona’s vehicle speed away down the street. “Fuck...” He let go of the curtain, “She’s good.” Kev decided to sprawl out on the couch, and he switched over to beer instead of rum.

“What are we watching?”

Liam didn’t answer.

“Ooooh, Anaconda. Great choice! This one used to give me nightmares as a kid.” Kev mentioned.

“SHHH!” Liam said.

“Sheesh, okay, okay. I’ll zip my lips.” Kev made a motion like he was zipping his mouth shut. He reached over the arm of the couch and dipped his hand into a bucket of chicken. He pulled out a thigh and munched away on the delicious salty flesh.

Chapter 15

Summary:

When upset or nursing a broken hurt, Ian (along with EVERY member in the Gallagher family) tends to resort to unhealthy coping mechanisms. Ian plunges himself into a dangerous world of sex, drugs, and alcohol.

He just wants to be loved, that's all.

Notes:

Trigger warnings: Non-consensual sex and date-rape.

 

Ian doesn’t remember going to the Alibi and he certainly doesn’t recall Svetlana serving him vodka shots and bitching about her issues with V and Kev. At the time, it was nice, listening to someone else’s problems and thus distracting him from his own. Unfortunately, all he could afford was 5 shots and by then his stomach was burning something awful. However, Svetlana spared a couple beers and Ian continued to lend a friendly ear.

What Ian neglects to remember is the fact he didn’t eat lunch. Initially, he was to have coffee with Trevor and order a sandwich from the deli across the street and well, things didn’t go according to plan. He didn’t bother to call Sue or return to work. Instead, Ian went over to Patsy’s Pies to inform Lip of his breakup with Trevor. He didn’t know what to expect at the time, maybe Lip would be happy to hear the news? Maybe, Lip would finally open his heart and accept Ian as more than his brother.

Oh boy, Ian had never been so fucking naïve in his life. Not only did he piss Lip off, but he feared he might have ruined any chance of them reconciling and living a happy life together. Yeah, Ian poured his heart out and declared how he felt about his older brother, and it blew up in face afterwards.

Why does this always happen?

Why is it, when Ian Gallagher says how he feels, nobody gives a shit and he ends up with a broken heart?

The memories of all his failed relationships filled him with misery and heartache. Trevor wasn’t going to forgive, and neither was Lip. It was one thing to lose a boyfriend but to lose a brother?! It felt like the end of the world for Ian and he desperately wanted to numb himself.

Lack of water and food made the alcohol hit that MUCH faster.

Within the hour, Ian is drunk as a skunk, or whatever. He doesn’t care. He feels weightless and a 100 times better! It gets to the point where the redhead is talking a little too loudly and disturbing the other patrons – there’s like, 2 other people, but still, they prefer to sip in peaceful solitude.

Ian gets the hint and thanks Svetlana for the free drinks before exiting the Alibi. He treks down the street a few blocks until arriving at a gas station. He uses his debit card to withdraw cash from an ATM and he uses the money to catch a cab across the city; he knows a place where he can get all the attention his damaged heart craved.

Fairy Tales is PACKED by the time Ian arrives and it’s only 6:00pm. Most of the clientele are Caucasian men who work at boring 8:00am to 4:30pm jobs, and quite often, they’re closet homosexuals. They don’t come here for the chill vibe or fun atmosphere, no, they are strictly there to pick up young men and relieve themselves sexually. One could argue Fair Tales is a front for an all-male brothel, especially if the rumors are true about Henry MacDonald – the club owner. The man was accused multiple times of sexual harassment at work and once, an ex-employee took him to court over attempted rape. The case never made it to trial. Supposedly, the ex-employee was paid to keep his mouth shut and move out of the city.

Rumors, and who believes them anyway?

That’s why Ian didn’t so much as bat an eye when an older man approached him and offered to buy him a drink. Grey hair with a classic slick back, paired with a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. The dark maroon suit is a Valentino, pricy and eye-catching. The gold Rolex and brand new oxford shoes boast wealth, something Ian is indifferent to. The guy had at LEAST 25 years on the redhead, but he didn’t have the luxury to be picky right now.

Besides, Ian dated older men in the past and let’s face it, he kind of had a thing for DILFS.

The elder introduced himself as Henry MacDonald, and went on to mention he was a successful business owner and entrepreneur.

Ian pretended like he was interested, nodding here and there, never knowing if he laughed at the appropriate times – Henry doesn’t seem to notice, he’s too busy gloating and talking himself up.

Strange…. Ian was beginning to feel lightheaded and he barely finished off a weak mixer. He was on his 2^nd drink when he stared to sway in his seat. He leaned over to the right, nuzzling his cheekbone against Henry’s shoulder; God he smelled gross, like cigarette smoke and cinnamon aftershave.

“What’s the matter Red? Too much to drink?” Henry teased. He wrapped his right arm around Ian’s waist and stroked his fingers over the young man’s hip.

“Mhmm…think so,” Ian muttered. He didn’t feel sick at all, quite the opposite in fact. He felt high and his heart didn’t hurt anymore. Lip who?! Hah. He was over it, and he was going to prove it.

“Mr. MacDonald?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

Ian looked up, deliberately staring at the older man’s pink mouth; he ignored the stained teeth.

Noticing the silent question in Ian’s eyes, Henry inclined and touched his lips to the other, not fully kissing him, but grazing him with a playful touch.

“Cock tease,” Ian said with a giggle.

“Oh, you have no idea Red~” Henry grinned and he pushed his tongue into Ian’s mouth, earning a pleased groan from the redhead.

That’s when things start to get strange…

On his mother’s grave, Ian SWEARS he didn’t consume enough alcohol to black out. No, no, he was buzzed yeah, but nowhere near shitfaced.

That doesn’t explain how he ended up in the bathroom with his pants and underwear pooled around his ankles. He’s pinned to the wall by strong legs and hips – what the fuck was going on?

“Fuck Red, anyone ever tell you how gorgeous you are? I swear, you’re my hottest hook-up,” a husky voice whispered in Ian’s ear.

“H-Henry? What…where am I? What are you doing?” Ian doesn’t realize he’s slurring his words.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby. Daddy is gonna take care of you, don’t you worry about a thing,” whispered Henry. He licked and sucked on Ian’s earlobe, while positioning the tip of his cock against the younger male’s entrance.

Something wet and cool was leaking out of Ian’s ass and it worried him because he didn’t know what it was; spit, lube, liquid soap? When did Henry-

A sudden hip thrust elicited a gasp from Ian and he immediately cried out in pain. Shit, there was no preparation whatsoever.

Henry slapped a hand over Ian’s mouth and he pressed rough kisses against the other’s neck. “Keep it down, wouldn’t want anyone to spoil our fun right? God, you’re fucking tight kid.”

Pain surged through Ian’s body, radiating from the base of his spine and traveling upward throughout his back. His natural instinct was to throw his hips forward to try to get away from the foreign invader, but his hips are locked tight in place between the wall and Henry’s pelvis. He managed to grip the hand at his mouth and pull it away, “I-it hurts, t-take it out, please.”

“Aww, I’m sorry baby. I’ll take it slow, so you can used to it okay?” Henry moved his hands to Ian’s hips and he gripped them tightly, nails digging deep into the groves. He pulled his hips back slowly before pushing them back in and gradually building up a reasonable pace.

“Ffffuck,” Ian trembled against Henry. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore how the bathroom floor was moving beneath his feet, rippling and snaking like ocean waves. He can feel Henry’s thick, veiny cock scraping his inner walls and reaching impossible areas inside him; who would’ve thought the club owner WASN’T all talk when it came to bragging about his endowment. Each stroke sent a wave of pain through his body and Ian chewed on his inner cheekbone to distract himself. It helped, somewhat. However, after a couple minutes, Ian registered the club owner was fucking him raw. Oh shit, if any of the brothel rumors are true, then this guy could be loaded with STDS.

Ian threw his left hand behind him and he grabbed Henry by his forearm. “Condom, ya gotta wrap it up.”

“Condoms? Shit, those are no fun.” Henry ignored Ian’s grip and he started to rock his hips faster, plowing his glorious prize without mercy.

“Ah, fuck, I’m serious!” Ian’s voice raised with urgency.

Without warning, Henry grabbed a fistful of Ian’s hair and he slammed his face into the tiled wall.

Bone and tile collide.

Pain reverberated in Ian’s face, and his ears rang, so loud in fact, he scarcely registers harsh words.

“Shut the hell up,” Henry hissed, “And enjoy it, slut.”

Ian blacks out again, but he’s not sure if it was from alcohol, physical pain, or that he’s being raped.

From that point on, time itself ceased to exist.

One second felt like an eternity, and sometimes a full 24-hour day went by in the blink of an eye.

Several times Ian comes to in a hotel room and when he experiences those rare lucid moments, he realizes it’s a different room every time.

Henry MacDonald is always present in the morning and he makes sure Ian drinks plenty of water, and he supplies painkillers to ward off the man’s hangover. While Ian is recovering, Henry proceeds to pamper him with loving affection and kind words; he especially likes complimenting Ian on his beauty.  

Ian is flattered and grateful for the care, although, he was probably crazy for wanting to stay in a motel with a rapist as opposed to going home. Speaking of which, Ian wondered how his siblings are doing and if they noticed he was missing.

Probably not.

It wasn’t like he gave anyone a reason to miss him and he would’ve called them, if he could find his cell phone AND, if he could stay lucid for more than an hour.

The pills Henry provided made him black out and sometimes, when he came out of it, Ian would be in a room with unfamiliar men and their cellphones.

On one such occasion, Ian became conscious of his surroundings and that’s when he noticed a petite blonde hovering over him. He’s vaguely aware he’s naked and the mattress he’s lying on is hard, but the blankets feel nice.

A younger male with a soft, slim build and high fade haircut was hovering over Ian on all fours; he’s without clothes too. He’s peppering the redhead’s neck with kisses and gyrating his hips against Ian’s groin.

“What…where am I?” Ian could hardly speak due to the dryness in his throat and mouth; he has a semi-hard erection from the continuous friction.

Pausing, the blonde whispered, “You’re at Plymouth Resort.”

“Plymouth Resort….” Ian had no clue what part of the city he was in but holy shit, his body was hurting. He reached up and pushed his hands against the kid’s chest, “Get off.”

“Huh?” Confused, the younger climbed off Ian and he sat down on the edge of the bed. “You don’t look so good Red, you might be coming down.”

“Don’t call me Red,” he grumbled. He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position and groaned from the blinding headache. “Names Ian. Who the hell are you?”

“Lathine, we met a few days ago. Don’t you remember?”

Ian shook his head, “No… I don’t.”

Somebody grunted impatiently from the corner of the room.

Emerald eyes snap over to the sound and Ian’s jaw dropped.

Seated on a recliner is a hefty, middle-aged man and he’s naked no less. He has got his legs spread open with his dick in his hand. “I ain’t got all day,” he complained.

“What the fuck?” Ian is dumbfounded and when he tore his gaze away, he saw two video cameras perched on tripod stands near the corners of the bed. “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me…”

“I’m afraid this isn’t a joke Ian.” Lathine leaned over the bed and reached out towards the nightstand. He gasped the dresser handle, opened it, and dipped his hand inside. He retrieved a small plastic bag, no bigger than an inch in diameter. “Daddy set this all up. We’re supposed to put on a show for the client, he’s a watcher.” He opened the bag and poured out the contents, which included 2 white pills.

“Daddy?” Ian repeated with a frown. “Do you mean Henry MacDonald?”

“Yup.” Lathine nodded and he plopped 1 of the pills into his mouth and dry swallowed.

Ian eyed the remaining pill with a wary look. “What is that?”

“Ecstasy, it’ll make the experience more enjoyable for us.” Lathine smiled politely and held the pill out to the older male. “Plus, it’ll help with your pain.”

“Pain….” Ian wracked his brain for memories, but all he saw were colorful lights and the taste of grape cigars lingered on his tongue. What day was it? How many ‘clients’ did Henry set him up with? Because Ian wasn’t just suffering a headache, his ass and lower back are aching. He doesn’t remember the faces or the voices, just the feeling of gross, wet lips against his crotch. He TRIES not to remember whose cock he was bobbing on, or who was sucking him off. He just wanted to forget…

Lathine scooted close enough to nuzzle a kiss against Ian’s cheekbone. “I know that look…” He draped his arms around Ian’s neck and pulled him in for a hug.

The gesture surprises Ian but he doesn’t pull away. He looped his arms around the other male’s slender waist and held him close. He hooked his chin over Lathine’s shoulder and gave a tired sigh.

Of course, the fat naked guy uttered incoherent curses. He stopped jerking his cock and reached over towards the T.V. stand, aiming to grab his cell phone and call Henry.

“Just a second Sir,” Lathine said apologetically. He kissed Ian on the cheek again and leaned back with a fond smile. “I know you don’t remember much but… I really like you. You’re nice to me.” He reached up and gently fluffed Ian’s red hair.

In spite of how much revulsion he felt, Ian cracked a smile. “Look kid… I know you’re only trynna help and do your job but… I’m not supposed to be here. I… I should go home.”

Lathine bit down on his bottom lip and he gazed at Ian with his sad puppy eyes. “Aww….are ya sure? Once withdrawals start, you’ll be miserable and sick. Henry has more drugs for us ya know… If we do a good job, he’ll spoil us rotten. He’s a good guy once ya get to know him, a big teddy bear really.” He pressed his lips against the corner of Ian’s mouth, while shifting his hands to the back of Ian’s hair and stroking his fingers through it.

Admittedly, Ian thought those were the cutest sad-eyes he’d ever seen; he could get lost in Lathine’s baby blue hues. He almost snorted when Lathine said Henry was a good guy, yeah fucking right. That guy should be in jail, and Ian should be home with-

Lip Gallagher’s words repeated in Ian’s head: “I HATE YOU IAN! GET A FUCKING LIFE AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”

Something gripped at Ian’s heart and it squeezed, making his chest hurt. His emerald eyes glossed over and hot tears swelled.

“It’s okay Ian, me and you, we don’t have a home to go back to,” Lathine kissed Ian’s forehead, then his nose, and finally a gentle kiss against his lips.

Ian was starved for physical intimacy and although it came from a complete stranger, he found Lathine’s touch comforting. He considered his options but eventually the pounding headache decided for him. “Okay…I’ll stay but uh…. How old are you?”

Happy with the decision, Lathine smiled and his blue eyes lit up. “Old enough~” he smirked lightly. Lowering his arms, Lathine parted his lips and he pushed his tongue out. He deliberately placed the remaining pill on the tip of his tongue and slowly closed his mouth, winking at the redhead afterwards.

Before Ian could say or do anything, Lathine pushed him down onto his back and crawled over him. He rested a leg on either side of Ian and straddled his lap, giving a few hip thrusts to get their erections worked up again.

Ian had other plans. He grabbed Lathine by his hips and suddenly flipped him over onto his back, immediately switching positions and climbing on top of the blonde.

Lathine yelped in surprise and a giggle ensued when Ian attacked his neck with kisses. “Mmm~” He cupped Ian’s face and carefully guided him closer.

The two men lock lips and Ian groaned in satisfaction as Lathine rolled his hips against his own, his cock giving an interested twitch.

For several minutes, they’re locked in an intense make-out session. Ian battles Lathine’s tongue for dominance, continuously searching that warm, delicious mouth for the ecstasy pill. Eventually, Lathine succumbs to Ian’s talented tongue and he surrenders the drug.

Ian dry swallows the pill without difficulty.

As their voices grow increasingly heated and more lust-driven, Ian would find that every single ache and pain began to fade away. He traces a hand down Lathine’s perfectly arched back, fingers trailing over the slight ridges of his spine. He’s so skinny and frail, but God did he have a perfect ass. Ian didn’t waste any time in claiming his newfound friend and he doesn’t even bother to wrap it up. No, he wants to feel every part of Lathine’s warm insides embracing his cock.  

The young men get so lost in each other’s bodies that they don’t hear that old bastard jacking off in the corner of the room. He moans and groans, hips stuttering when he ejaculated all over the carpeted floor. While Ian fucked Lathine doggy style, their client gets up, washes off in the bathroom, and puts his clothes back on. He phones Henry on the way out, thanking him for the yummy boys and their performance.

By the time Henry returns to the motel room, Ian and Lathine are passed out on the bed. The club owner collects his video tapes and tucks them inside his pocket to view later on.

Ian Gallagher might not be coherent most of the time, BUT, that’s not to say he doesn’t love the clubs.

Henry MacDonald takes Ian and Lathine to every club in the city and no matter how late it is, they ALWAYS end up a Fairy Tales. See, as a club owner, Henry can keep his club running long past 2:00am and that’s exactly what he does, because it makes his baby boys extra happy.

It’s Friday night and for some reason, Henry didn’t feel like driving all around the city. Instead, he took his boys to Fairy Tales and told them to order whatever they wanted.

Lathine ordered Jell-O shots, whereas Ian went for tequila and lemons. They both get a good buzz going and they find themselves seated on a stylish sofa, cozying up to their ‘daddy’.

Ian leans against Henry’s right side, nuzzling kiss after kiss against the older man’s neck.

Lathine is on the left side, with his arms wrapped around Henry’s sizable gut and he cuddles him, occasionally kissing that soft, scratchy beard of his.

“How are my boys feeling?” asked Henry.

“Wonderful~” Ian purred, and Lathine nodded in agreement.

“Good, I want you both to stay at my place tonight, no clients, just daddy and my gorgeous boys~” Henry stroked his hands through their hair.

Lathine leaned up and pecked Henry’s cheekbone with a kiss. “Daddy can I have more?”

“More?” Henry scoffed. “Didn't you just take some a little while ago?”

“Yeah…. But I don’t feel anything yet,” Lathine pouted. He raised his arms and hooked them around Henry’s neck, “Pllllease daddy?”

Come to think of it, Ian felt a slight body high but it wasn’t anything compared to how he was feeling weeks ago; he needed more drugs, his tolerance was going up. Ian copied the blonde by throwing his arms around Henry’s neck, right on top of Lathine’s own. “Me too daddy, pretty please?” he whined.

“Hmm….” Henry glanced from Ian, and then to Lathine. His resolve weakened when the two men started kissing up on him, and following up with light bites; the attention traveled straight to his cock. He sighed dramatically, “Fine, fine. Can’t say no to my baby boys.” He moved his hand to the inner lining of his jacket and pulled out an unlabeled pill bottle.

Lathine and Ian stare at the pill bottle, each of them feigning for drugs.

Henry dispenses 2 pills each, and upon further begging, he gives them both 1 more.

Ian downed all 3 pills with a shot of tequila, sighing in satisfaction when the liquor warmed his stomach.

At that moment, the DJ played a familiar song, one that Ian really enjoyed.

‘High Right Now’ by Tyla Yaweh. That was his JAM song!

Lathine had just swallowed his last pill when Ian grabbed him by his arm and yanked him off the comfortable sofa. “HEY-”

“Dance with me!” Ian said, while clinging tightly to Lathine’s arms.

“Go out and enjoy yourselves, I’ll be watching~” Henry encouraged with a suggestive smirk on his lips.

Lathine hesitated, dancing wasn’t really his thing.

“Oh come on, it’s easy. Here, follow my lead~” Ian blew a kiss to Henry before turning around and guiding the younger male out to the dance floor.

There had to be at LEAST a 100 people all moving and gyrating out on the dance floor. Mounted LED lights flashed and danced across the room, splashing color on everyone, especially those with light colored t-shirts. For the most part, everyone is having a fun time dancing. A few lucky bastards were seated on chairs and sofas, while select ‘employees’ rubbed their asses against pervy old men; lap dances weren’t cheap at Fairy Tales.

Ian turned around and faced Lathine with a sly smile. “Aww what’s wrong sunshine? You’re awfully bashful and it’s cute~” He poked and prodded Lathine in the side with his fingers.

“A-ah, s-stop!” Lathine squirmed and tried to move his body out of the way; he hated being tickled. “Ian… I can’t dance…”

Lowering his hands, Ian’s smile never went away. “I’ll show ya.” Without a word, the redhead stole a kiss from Lathine and he began to move his hips to the beat, slowly swaying at fist.

Lathine tilted his head, eyes glued to Ian as he started to move his body.

The slow, melodic music filled Ian’s soul and body.

I don’t know what I took~

All I know is that I’m hot~

Ian let his hands roam down his own chest and stomach, in time with a body roll all the way from his shoulders to his hips.

“Wow…” Lathine gasped.

“Like what you see?” Ian teased and when the tempo picked up, he wrapped his arm around Lathine’s shoulders, pulling him closer.

“Definitely~” Lathine murmured, brushing his lips against Ian’s and giving the bottom lip a harsh nip.

“Ouch,” Ian mocked with a pout.

Lathine relaxes in Ian’s grip and they proceed to grind and rub their hips against each other, more or less dry humping on the dance floor.

Nobody complains about the shameless dancing.

“Alright everybody it’s that hour! Bring your requests over to Tito here and we’ll try to get to them before the end of the night!” the DJ yelled.

The first song request is ‘Avec Mes Mecs’ by Humans. A unique song with techno and EDM qualities.

The club EXPLODES with energy and mad dancers; even the lap dancers join in, leaving behind disgruntled men with blue balls.

Ian screamed in excitement and he jumped and twirled around the floor, completely immersed in the environment and music.

Lathine loses sight of Ian, but even he had to admit, the song was catchy enough to ward away his shyness. The blonde threw his arms up in the air and danced his little heart away.

Covered in a veil of sweat, the redhead bounced and pumped his arms to the fast tempo. Sometimes, he’d accidentally bump into people but nobody fucking cared. They danced with each other, switched partners, danced some more – it was absolute pandemonium and THRILL!

I’m gonna text you

So I don’t do it when I’m high

I’m gonna sex you

Cause I can’t do it when I’m high~

The lyrics are AMAZING! Ian would have to get the name of the song, after he finishes dancing the night away.

There’s a tap on Ian’s shoulder and the redhead pauses. Assuming it’s another rando who wants to dance or dry hump, Ian swiftly twirls around and loops his arms around the handsome stranger’s shoulders.

Only problem is, it wasn’t a stranger.

It was Lip Gallagher.

The elder sibling quirked an eyebrow at Ian’s odd appearance; white crop-top, black skinny jeans, and what the hell, were those brown cowboy boots?! The whole ensemble was ridiculous.

Ian just about had a fucking heart attack and what made it worse was when he heard Fiona and Deb’s voice behind Lip.

“Ian?” Fiona peered over Lip’s shoulder.

“Oh my God-” Debbie put ZERO effort into controlling her snorting laughter.  

Notes:

Some words to review: DILF - Dad I love to Fuck, STDS - Sexually Transmitted Diseases, EDM - Electronic Dance Music, Rando - Random guy.

My initial plan was to have Lip walking into the club and seeing Ian with some random old perv BUT, I feel like that would've left out a huge part of Ian's story I wanted to tell. They don't really go into detail but when you think back to Season 3 (Was it that season?) in Shameless, Ian was on drugs and wasn't mentally stable. They hint, and don't directly say it, but I believe men took advantage of Ian's drug-induced mania. I mean, the poor guy was passing out in alley ways and he was probably staying at different men's houses while they did whatever they wanted to his body (conscious or not).

But anyway, hope you like the song choices and chapter, hopefully it wasn't too triggering x.x

Chapter 16

Summary:

If you mess with one Gallagher, then you mess with them ALL.

Fiona, Debbie, and Lip locate their brother Ian, at the popular club known as Fairy Tales. However, Ian is stubborn and he wont be easily convinced to go home.

Music blasted from the overhead speakers and people continued dancing, completely oblivious of the family reunion taking place.

Debbie’s laughter and pointing finger made Ian’s face burn crimson and he threw his arms down, backing away uncertainly. He refused to meet his siblings’ questioning stares and awkwardly coughed, “U-um, what are you guys doing here?”

From where he’s standing, Lip can see Ian’s dilated pupils. God, this kid was higher than a fucking kite right now. It angered him a little, but he was far more concerned about Ian’s health and state of mind – was he experiencing another manic episode? If that was the case, confronting Ian could put everyone else at risk. “We were worried about you… You’ve been missing for 2 weeks.”

The redhead fidgeted and he looked around for help or something to distract him. Seeing Lip brought back awful memories of their fight – both at home and the one at Patsy’s Pies. Lip hates him, that’s what he said, so why was he here right now? Maybe it was Fiona and Debbie who convinced Lip to go out and look for him…

The unusual silence and avoidance troubled Lip. Yeah, he recognized an addict when he saw one – pale, sickly complexion, deep circles under his eyes, a sunken in face, weight loss, and consistent jerky motions like the way he kept twisting his hands. It was heartbreaking seeing Ian like this and guilt weighed heavily on Lip’s conscious.

Before Lip could say or do anything, it was Fiona who rushed up to her brother and she cupped his face.

Ian jumped in place and he felt a firm grip on his face, forcing him to stare at Fiona’s worried gaze.

“Don’t you lie to me kid… Are you taking your meds? Or are you taking something else?” Fiona asked in a stern voice.

“I…” Ian swallowed thickly as though somebody poured syrup down his throat. He struggled to speak, but all he could do was stare at Fiona, heart pounding underneath his chest. Finally, he managed to snap out of his punch-drunk state, and he placed his hands over Fiona’s own. “I’m fine Fi, you don’t gotta worry about me.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Fiona narrowed her eyes. “You’re high, aren’t you? When’s the last time you ate or drank anything?”

Ian gave a defeated smile, Fiona could see right through his bullshit. “I don’t know but I got a place to stay, clean clothes, and plenty of food.” He gripped his sister’s hands and pried them off his face.

The answer perturbs Lip and he and Debbie exchange knowing looks. Fiona wasn’t the one who tracked down Ian after he went AWOL from the army base. The scanty clothes and drugs suggested he was repeating dangerous habits. Somebody was taking advantage of Ian, drugging him and doing God-knows-what to the kid. The thought filled him with rage and Lip clenched his jaw, immediately scanning the dance floor for somebody who might be watching.

There was one guy observing them, a petite blonde with big blue eyes and dressed in the same fashion as Ian.

Acting on impulse and anger, Lip charged forward, and he grabbed the younger male by his shirt.

“Ah!” The kid screamed and tried pushing Lip off him. “LET GO!”

“Are you the one drugging my brother?!” Lip snarled, not once letting up on his death grip.

In a flash, two strong arms wrap around Lip’s waist and hoist him off the floor.

“What the-?!” Lip let go of the other blonde and he kicked his feet in the air.

It was Ian who grabbed Lip and he threw his brother to the side, not too hard but enough to make Lip stumble.

“Ian what the fuck?!” Lip scowled at his sibling.

“Don’t touch him. He had nothing to do with this.” Ian took a protective stance in front of Lathine and he held his right arm out, trying to shield his friend.

Lip’s heart sank. Watching Ian defend and protect another guy was a slap to the face and it bruised his ego, somewhat. Here he was, trying to help Ian but that dipshit was willing to fight him over a stranger who looked like he should be in high school.

This time, Debbie attempted to get through to Ian. She walked up to him and suddenly embraced him.

The action catches Ian by surprise and he lowered his arm, hesitating at first. Then, he slowly looped his arms around Debbie’s shoulders.

“I miss you Ian, Frannie misses you too. Please, come home.” Debbie’s voice was sincere, and she looked up at her brother with teary eyes. “I don’t wanna wake up one day with a phone call from the morgue.”   

“Debbie….” Her words punch him in the gut, which made his stomach hurt. Ian never meant to hurt or worry anybody. He honestly thought his siblings would be too busy with their lives to notice his absence, but Debbie’s words shed some light on the situation: At the rate he’s going, Ian is going to live a short life, one that was full of booze, pills, and meaningless sex.

Lathine timidly peered over Ian’s shoulder and he studied the others curiously; were they Ian’s family? Although the tall blonde tried to attack him, Lathine understood his good intentions. He touched his hand to Ian’s shoulder and leaned up to whisper, “I think you should listen to them Ian… Maybe it’s time for you to go home.”

“What?” Ian blinked and he looked down at Lathine. “I am home.”

Fuck. Lip didn’t like how close Lathine was to Ian, or how he touched him and whispered in his ear. What was he saying? Was he trying to make Ian stay? He sure as hell hoped not.

A sad smile crossed Lathine’s face and he shook his head, “No… You’re not. Home is full of people who care about you, who love you and want the best for you.”

“Pfft!” Ian scoffed and he turned his head. He glared at Lip while he spoke, “I’m not loved, at least, not by everybody. Isn’t that right Lip? I mean, you said so yourself.”

“Huh?” Fiona looked from Ian, to Lip, and back to Ian. “What’s he talking about?”

Debbie clung to Ian but like her sister, she was curious about his words. She looked over her shoulder and stared at Lip.

Lip tensed up. Shit, everybody was waiting for him to answer. He maintained eye-contact with Ian, silently mouthing the words ‘Not right now’.

Ian ignored his brother and pushed further, “What was it again…. Oh, right. HATE! With a capitol fucking H-A-T-E! I hate you Ian! Get a fucking life and leave me alone!”

“Oh, wow….” Fiona put her hands on her hips and turned to face Lip. “Did you really say that? I know you guys get into your little arguments sometimes but that’s fucking cold, even for you Lip.”

Debbie agrees with a nod.

“………” Lip realized he was the sole reason Ian left. Even after all the drugs, booze, and partying, Ian was hanging onto that painful memory. So was Lip, but he was trying to stay sober and busy, but none of it helped… He couldn’t get Ian off his mind or how bad he felt for deliberately hurting him. If the kid would just hate him instead of being in love with him, then maybe, things could go back to normal? That was his theory at the time, and now that he looked back on it, it was a stupid concept. After what THEY did, there was no going back.

The future looked uncertain at that point, but Lip knew one thing for sure: He didn’t want to lose Ian. He inhaled a deep breath and upon exhaling, he parted his mouth and-

“Everything alright here?” said a gruff voice.

Everybody looked over to the pudgy man in a cheaply tailored suit.

“Yes Sir, these are…um, my family and-” Ian let go of Debbie and he stepped back, “-they were just leaving.”

Debbie resisted the urge to grab Ian and drag him out of the club. He lost too much weight; he was practically a twig in her arms.

Fiona and Lip stare at the mystery man, and it was the brother who recognized him first: Henry MacDonald, yeah, that was the guy Kev was talking about. The scent of grape cigars lingered off his clothes and breath.

Lip glanced at Ian and he noticed the way he shrank back, and he didn’t look pissed off anymore. It was almost like Ian, including the kid behind him, were nervous. Did they know Henry? Ian mentioned he had a place to stay…

Oh, fuck no. THAT guy and Ian?

“You-” Lip tapped Henry on his shoulder.

Henry turned around, “What-”

Lip Gallagher threw a right-handed punch and his knuckles collided with Henry’s face.

Bone against bone, something snapped, and Henry crashed onto the floor. He howled in pain and rolled over onto his side, clutching at his broken nose.

It all happened so fast that Lip barely had time to process it. He glanced down at his disfigured hand and figures he dislocated a couple joints. He’s pent up on adrenaline and doesn’t notice the pain at all, what he does notice is the blood leaking through Henry’s fingers.

The music stopped, as did the dancers. Everybody screamed at bleeding man on the floor.

The bouncers are the first to react. One of them grabbed Debbie by her arm.

“HEY!” Debbie threw her right knee forward and she hit the bouncer in his nut sac.

“AHH!” The hefty guy collapsed and curled up into the fetal position.

Fiona laughed, that is, until another bouncer tried to put his arms around her. “Hands off!” She threw her head backwards and headbutted the guy in his face

“Ouch!” The man let go and staggered back, blood gushed out of his right nostril. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

Fiona snapped her eyes, “Your dick isn’t big enough for that attitude. Lower your voice.”

Well, it would seem Fiona and Debs didn’t forget about their ratchet, Southside ways; they knew how to fight and hold their own. Lip felt like a proud parent, until somebody hit him in the back of his head with a fucking barstool chair.

Inexplicable pain envelopes Lip and it radiates in the base of his skull. He remembers his siblings’ yelling and shrieking at the top of their lungs before he fell over and passed out on the floor.

Henry MacDonald stood over Lip and he raised the chair again, bringing it down on Lip’s head.

Before the chair could make contact, Ian lunged at club owner and tackled him.

The chair went flying, as did Henry and Ian.

It doesn’t take Ian long to wrestle Henry down onto his back and the redhead punched him in his broken nose.

Bloodcurdling screams fill the club. One of the screamers is Henry, who is writhing in pain underneath Ian, while the patrons holler around about calling 9-1-1.

“Shit, shit, shit” Fiona started panicking and she grabbed Debbie’s hand, “Check on Lip. I’ll handle Ian.”

“Right!” Debbie gave her sister’s hand a squeeze. She let go and rushed over to her brother’s side, carefully turning him over and hovering over his face. She kept her right ear over his mouth and stared at Lip’s slow rising chest; good, he was breathing without difficulty.

Meanwhile, Fiona tried to stop her brother from killing Henry MacDonald. She hooked her arms underneath Ian’s armpits and tried to drag him off the injured man, “IAN! STOP!!!!”

Even with the weight loss, Ian was too heavy for Fiona to move on her own. His attacks are relentless, he’s punching Henry in his chest, his face, his ribcage, whatever he can reach.

Concerned for his friend Ian, Lathine moved over to Fiona’s right side. “You guys gotta hurry up and get out of here, I think somebody called the cops.” He motioned for Fiona to let go of Ian’s right armpit, “You take his left, I got his right.”

“Okay.” Fiona nodded and she wrapped both arms round Ian’s left shoulder.

Lathine did the same to Ian’s right shoulder and the two grunted with effort; they manage to heave the frenzied redhead off Henry.

“Fuck! Let go of me!!!” Ian struggled against their grip.

Sirens are fast approaching, and people filtered out of the club, fleeing the area in fear of going to jail.

Debbie wiggled her fingers and touched Lip all over his face; it was a trick she used when she had to wake up her older brother for school.

Lip groaned and he weakly flicked Debbie’s hand away, “Stop it Debs…”

“Lip!” Debbie hugged her brother and pressed a kiss against his blonde curls. “Cops are on their way. Think you can help us with Ian?”

“Yes…hang on a sec.” Lip forced his eyes open and he cringed from the overwhelming headache. With Debbie’s help, he climbs to his feet and carefully made his way over to Fiona and Ian. He eyed the blonde kid suspiciously but said nothing; it looked like he was attempting to calm Ian down.

Ian had a wild look about him, and he was panting heavily while a layer of sweat coated his entire body. He stopped flailing around and calmed down, somewhat.

“Ian.” Fiona slipped her hand into Ian’s own and interlocked fingers. “Come home with us, please.” She raised Ian’s hand and kissed the knuckles, “You’re not well.”

Ian let out a sound that was between a laugh and sob. “Hah! Why so you can drop me off at the looney bin and forget all about me?”

“No.” Lip shifted in front of Ian, “We’re not gonna commit you Ian but you gotta let us take care of you. You HAVE to take your meds.”

“…….” Ian’s bottom lip trembled, and he gazed into Lip’s blue orbs. “Meds or no meds, all I do is fuck things up. There’s no point in taking care of me, I’ll destroy your lives like Monica did. All of you are better off without me-”

And just like that, Lip closed the distance between him and Ian by embracing his younger sibling. He hooked his chin over Ian’s shoulder when the other male tried to pull away. He held him tightly, feeling Ian’s racing heart against his own chest. “I’m sorry for the hurtful things I said to you, Ian…. I didn’t mean any of it. I don’t hate you and I don’t you living like this. We’re all fuckups kid and we got our own list of issues… But that’s why we have each other.”

“He’s right you know,” said Debbie. She threw arms around Lip and Ian and hugged them.

Fiona did the same thing and she wrapped her arms around Debbie, Lip, and Ian. The eldest Gallagher rested her head against Ian’s and whispered, “For the record you’re nothing like Monica. I don’t think your amount of crazy can match hers.”

Ian laughed hysterically and it faded out into a series of choked sobs. The rejection, the loneliness, and all the messed up shit that happened to him over the past few weeks, it hit him all at once. He would’ve fell to his knees if it wasn’t for his sibling’s holding him up. He wept, and wept, the pain in his voice affected everybody in the room, except for one person.

“Get…the fuck…out of my club,” Henry wheezed. “Y-you’re not…welcome…anymore.” Sitting up slowly, the club owner was addressing Ian directly.

Lathine shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the next, he knew this was goodbye; he’d grown to like Ian after their brief time together.

“Fine by me,” Ian mumbled; there was no chance in hell he was going back to Fairy Tales.

Red and blue lights flash outside, followed by car doors slamming shut.

“Shit,” Lathine walked across the empty floor and he pointed to the back. “There’s a door that leads to the alleyway, it’s too narrow for cars.”

“Lathine!” Henry addressed the boy disapprovingly.

Ian patted everyone’s shoulders, “Let’s go.”

Debbie, Fiona, and Lip lower their arms. They turn and rush across the dance floor, only for Lip to pause when he didn’t hear Ian’s footsteps. He stopped and looked over to see Ian talking to the petite blonde.

“Lathine…” Ian embraced the younger male and rested his chin on top of his head. “You can come with us… You don’t have to stay with this bastard.”

Henry flipped Ian off, “Fuck you.”

Lathine smiled sadly, and he returned the hug. “I’m an addict Ian, I won’t survive withdrawals unless I go to a hospital. There’s no way I’m gonna put that on you and your family.”

Ian’s heart throbbed at the raw confession, having no doubt it was true. Lathine had a higher tolerance for drugs and he expressed his addiction was ongoing, starting when he was 11 years old. Ian knew he’d suffer at home, but he wouldn’t need hospitalization like Lathine would. He sighed heavily and nodded, “You do what you have to do, no judgement on my end.”

“I know, you don’t seem like the judging type,” Lathine said.

“My house is always open, ya know? In case you need an uncomfortable couch to sleep on.” Ian nuzzled a kiss against Lathine’s blonde locks.

Lip chewed on his inner cheekbone; the sight made his stomach churn. Exactly WHO was this guy? Why was Ian so touchy with him? But more importantly, why did it irk Lip so much that he wanted to drop kick the other blonde in his teeth? Fuck, he couldn’t fathom being jealous over a stranger, a druggie at that; earlier he’d noticed the dilated pupils and sickly complexion. He had a feeling this all revolved around that pervert, Henry MacDonald.

“POLICE! HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!” An officer shouted.

“Shit.” Ian tensed up.

Lip grabbed a barstool chair and he chucked it at the only officer who entered the club.

“FUCK!” The police officer dove out of the way.

“IAN!” Lip shouted.

Lathine threw himself down on the floor and folded his hands over his head.

The redhead took off at a sprint and he joined Lip by his side. The siblings race out through the back door and into the dark alleyway.

“Alleyway, in the back!” Henry shouted.

By then, three more officers enter the premises. The first cop informed them what happened, and he motioned to the back of the club. The officers run across the floor and make their way out the back door and into an alley.

They search frantically but there’s no sign or indication as to where the perpetrators went.

Fortunately, Fiona located her vehicle and her and Debbie parked at the end of the alleyway, next to the sidewalk curb.

Lip and Ian spot the headlights and they dash over, hastily climbing inside and slamming the doors shut.

The manage to get out of there before the cops blocked off the surrounding roads.  

Debbie is seated in the front passenger side while Fiona drives and navigates through the dark streets; it’s almost 2:00 a.m., so the eldest sibling drives at a moderate pace.

Lip sits in the rear passenger seat, occasionally looking over his shoulder to make sure the cops weren’t following.

Ian is seated behind Fiona, but he’s much too tired and drained to worry about jail. He closed his eyes, feeling the slight tickle of a headache coming on. He wasn’t looking forward to the next few days; he was going to have a miserable hangover to deal with.

Glancing at his younger sibling, Lip reached across and brushed his hand over Ian’s forearm. “Hey, you okay?”

“Tired,” was Ian’s only response.

“Lay down then. You can rest your head on my lap.”

Ian opened his eyes and stared at Lip suspiciously.

“I’m serious, we still got what, 10 or 15 minutes? You might as well rest,” Lip insisted.

“Hm…” Ian scooted over, and he leaned against Lip’s side, while resting his head over his brother’s left shoulder. “I’ll take this instead.”

“Fine then, stubborn prick.” Lip rested his arm around Ian’s shoulders.

“Mhmm,” Ian crossed his arms and within seconds, he’s fast asleep.

Fiona smiled to herself; she didn’t have to look in the rear-view mirror to know that her brothers are getting along, and hopefully, it stays that way.

Chapter 17

Summary:

Everybody is worried about Ian's physical and mental health, especially Lip. The brothers need to clear the air, so they have a heart-to-heart discussion, resulting in a little steamy tension. Lip finds out about Ian's disturbing not-too-long-ago-past, and he embarks on his own path of revenge, with the help of his older sister Fiona.

“Un-FUCKING-believable.”

The Gallagher siblings flinched underneath Sue’s disappointed glare, more so Ian.

Lip is standing underneath the kitchen entryway, leaning against the frame while holding a frozen bag of peas against the back of his throbbing head.

Debbie is upstairs tending to Franny and Liam is fast asleep in his bedroom.

Fiona is downstairs in the living room, pacing the floor and trying to avoid Sue’s judgmental stare for her inability to keep her siblings out of trouble. First it was Lip, who drank himself to severe dehydration a few weeks ago. Now it’s Ian, who is currently high off his ass from drugs AND he misplaced his medication – he doesn’t even remember when he stopped taking it.

“Is this like, a THING between you guys?” Sue shook her head and tossed a duffel bag on a nearby recliner. “See who can fuck up my sleeping schedule the most?”

It’s 3:48 a.m. and Sue had an early shift at 6:00 a.m.

“Typical Gallagher trait,” Ian said with a weak grin. “We don’t put out fires. We just keep adding fuel until the whole fucking thing blows up.”

Rolling her eyes, Sue walked up to Ian and flicked him hard in the forehead.

“Ouch,” Ian flinched.

“I get it, shit hit the fan and if I was any smarter, I’d cut all ties with you Ian Gallagher. You and your messed-up family are gonna be the end of my career.” Sue’s voice is composed and unsympathetic.

Her forthright comments sting but Ian remains resolute. Stone cold, he addressed the elder woman: “How smart are you then?”

Deep, noticeable lines stretch across Sue’s forehead and the exasperated woman threw her hands up in the air. “Apparently NOT smart enough! There, are you happy now dickhead?!”

A flurry of movement.

Ian jumped to his feet, ignoring the pain in his muscles, and looped his arms around Sue’s back. He pulled the woman close and held her in a fierce hug.

Maybe it was the drugs and alcohol making him super emotional.

Maybe it was the unconditional love and support he had from his family and friends.

The redhead trembled and he pressed his face into Sue’s shoulder, a wellspring of tears erupting. “You showed up, that’s good enough for me,” he whispered softly.

“Fucking…. Christ Ian,” Sue grumbled in protest and gradually returned the embrace. She was almost shocked how easy it was to get her arms around Ian – the guy used to be bulky, making it difficult to find uniforms for his size. That wasn’t the case, however, and hugging present Ian was like hugging a narrow tree. “Kid, what happened to you?”

“I’d rather not talk about it…” Ian sniffled and slowly pulled away, resuming his seat on the couch.

Sighing in defeat, Sue gave into her big heart and pointed a finger at Lip. “Grab me a chair, I’ll take his vitals.”

“Okay,” Lip nodded and retreated into the kitchen. He moved over to the dining table and grabbed one of the wooden chairs, hauling it out into the living room.

“Thank you.” Sue took the chair and set it across from Ian. She sat down, grabbed her duffel bag off the recliner, and unzipped it.

Lip took a seat in the empty recliner. He re-positioned the frozen peas over the slight bump Henry MacDonald's assault had left and trained his eyes on Ian. Ever since they arrived home, Ian avoided looking directly at Lip. It bothered him, somewhat, but he figured the kid was embarrassed about everything that transpired back at the club; Lip wasn’t entirely sure what HAD happened, he needed answers.

Sue removed various instruments from her duffel bag and proceeded to take all of Ian’s necessary vitals; body temperature, pulse rate, respiration rate, and blood pressure. She also checked his pupillary light reflex, or lack of. Ian confessed his illegal drug use and Sue grumbled, “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.” Next, Sue cleaned the abrasions on Ian’s hands and knuckles, fortunately none of them require stitches.

“Recommendation doc?” Ian asked, a tired smile on his face.

“Rest. LOTS of rest, water, and your meds.” Sue slapped a band-aid over Ian’s hand, “And maybe a couple of hamburgers.”

“Hamburgers?” Ian repeated.

“Yeah, load up on protein and carbs! Oh my God, carbs…” Sue had a wistful look on her face, “Go to town on carbs kid, put some meat on those bones.”

Fiona took a sip of her lukewarm beer, “Looks like it’s pizza and pasta every night boys.”

“Hah, sounds good to me.” Lip placed the thawed bag of peas on the floor. His blue eyes travel down, and he tried to wiggle his own fingers, wincing at the sharp pain that arose.

The reaction doesn’t escape Sue’s attention. She turned in her seat and faced Lip, “Lemme take a look at your hand.”

“No, it’s fine really.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself young man,” she said in her mama-bear voice.

Ian sniggered and he stole a quick glance at his older brother, “I’d listen if I were you.”

Lip briefly met his brother’s gaze, but the redhead quickly looked away.

Fiona chewed on her bottom lip, having noticed the peculiar avoidance. God, she was more nervous than anything for Ian, the guy could bolt in the middle of the night; there was no telling how bad his addiction was, let alone if he was rational.

“I uh, I’m gonna shower up and go to bed…” said Ian.

“Okay, ya need any painkillers?” Fiona asked.

The redhead visibly cringed at his sister’s poor choice of words.

Sue and Lip looked over Ian.

“Oh fuck, my bad!” Fiona turned beet red and shook her head, “I meant Tylenol or Ibuprofen! I-I wasn’t implying drugs.”

“Yeah, I know Fi. Just busting your balls,” Ian laughed at her good naturedly.

“Asshole.” Fiona grabbed Ian’s shirt and pulled him close. She pressed a kiss against his cheekbone before letting go and shacking the rest of her stale beer; Frank would be furious over the warm beer she’d been nursing for the past hour. “G’night, sleep tight, and don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

Ian rolled his eyes and got up from the couch, lumbering over to the stairs in his hideous cowboy boots. He paused, kicked the boots off, and tossed them into a trash bin near the end of the couch. He hesitated but cleared his throat to address Sue: “H-hey…. Thank you, for everything Sue.”

“Shit, is this some kinda soap opera?” Sue shook her finger at Ian, “You still have a job shithead so get better and FAST. I got a pair of rookies coming in next month and I’m gonna need help training them.”

“Really?!” Ian’s eyes went wide like saucers.

“Yeah, really.” Sue shifted her focus away and took Lip’s hand, making the blonde flinch. “The hell… Did you guys get in a bar brawl or something?”

Lip resisted the urge to yank his hand away and shook his head, “Naa… it was a club.”

“Hope the guy on the other end of your fist looks worse.” Sue examined the deformed knuckles and counted two appendages that needed attention. “How’s your head kid? Fiona said you got into a fight with a barstool chair.”

“There’s a bump but I’m pretty sure I’ll live.” Lip shrugged.

“Oh yeah? Who’s the EMT here?” Sue straightened Lip’s hand and aligned her thumbs over his knuckles. “Is your offender the same one that broke Ian’s nose?”

“What?” Lip and Fiona say at the same time and they both look over at their younger brother.

Ian blinks, equally surprised by the remark. He thought Sue cleared him of any broken bones, but he reaches up and touches his nose anyway, just to make sure.

While everybody is distracted, Sue abruptly jams her thumbs into Lip’s broken knuckles, forcing them snap back into place.

KRRK!

The bones popped back into place and the blonde yelped out in pain.

“FUUUCK!” Lip jerked his hand out of Sue’s grip and squeezed down on his wrist, fingernails digging into the skin. “Aaahhh…” he shuddered, “Sonofabitch….”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, and you’re welcome.” Sue rummaged through her duffle bag.

Fiona giggled, “Oh my God Sue… You’re a badass.”

“You know it.” Sue tossed a few packets of generic painkillers onto Lip’s lap, including a tube of anti-biotic cream. “For the lacerations on your face and arms. You too Ian.” The woman threw a small, yellow box at the redhead.

Ian caught it mid-air and examined it, “Uh Sue? We don’t carry this back at the station.”

“I know.” Sue zipped up the duffel bag, threw the strap over her shoulder, and stood.  

“Look I’m gonna pay you back Sue, for everything” insisted Ian.

“Yeah and I’ll help,” Fiona chimed in. “I get paid next Wednesday.” She rose to her feet and discarded her empty beer bottle into the trash bin. “I’ll write you a check to cover gas, the supplies you left for us, including the IV bags. I can also get you-”

“Okay that’s enough.” Sue held up a hand.

Ian, Fiona, and Lip stared at the elder.

Sue stared long and hard at Fiona, her expression indecipherable.

Fiona held her breath.

“Look… Get Ian to take his meds and once he’s feeling better, he can come back to work… AND!”

The brunette flinched at Sue’s raised voice.

Sue smirked softly and followed up with “Hook me up with a free slice of pie from time to time. Deal?”

Fiona sighed in relief, an amused smile curling her lips.

Ian laughed from the stairs.

Lip, despite the aching pain in his hand, huffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes.

Sue left the Gallagher house and went straight to the station.  

Over the next few days, Ian Gallagher suffers.

Withdrawals are not pretty and if severe enough, a person can die without medical attention.

That’s not the case for Ian because he always has family at his side, round-the-clock care that ensured he wouldn’t drown in his own vomit; if things got really bad, Sue was on call.

Lip does the day shifts at Patsy’s Pies and at night he tends to Ian and checks his pulse every half hour. He also empties the ‘chuck-bucket’, a term they used for any hollow object that was meant to catch vomit.

Ian had A LOT of puke to spare, including night sweats, delirium, and mild dehydration.

Sometimes, when Lip is too exhausted, he’ll take a nap on Carl’s empty bed while Liam sits up with Ian. Normally, Liam is supposed to be in bed on school nights but given the circumstances, Fiona allows him to stay up late.

Fiona decides to put her renovations on hold, and she stays home with Ian in the mornings. She’s constantly nagging at him to drink more water and it works – Ian doesn’t argue, and he drinks as much water as he can. The eldest sister is also in charge of dispensing Ian’s medication and she ensures her brother is swallowing the pills; she checks underneath his tongue and in the hallows of his cheekbones.

Food is another issue. Ian can’t eat and when he tries, it gives him wicked stomach cramps.

Sue suggests light things, like bread and crackers, and ginger-ale to settle his sour stomach. Her recommendations work and Ian gradually builds up an appetite for richer food.

Debbie reduces her work shifts by a couple of hours and covers the afternoons at home, relieving Fiona of duty so she can go back to work. It’s a strategic plan that results in free childcare for Franny; daycare is way too expensive.

Everything goes well for the first week, Ian is eating and drinking more fluids but the smell… Oh God, after 9 days it smelled like someone died in the bedroom. Ian refuses to shower and the only time he gets out of bed is to take a piss or shit, then he resumes sleeping. He sleeps all day and every day, an indication his meds hadn’t kicked in yet.  

None of Ian’s siblings could get him to bathe, but it’s not for a lack of trying.

Fiona offered cash bribes, failure.

Lip tried to physically drag Ian out of bed, which didn’t work because Ian latched onto the bed frame and wouldn’t let go.

Liam straight up went gangster on Ian’s ass by pointing a handgun in his brother’s face.

Having been in the army and acquainted with firearms, Ian called out Liam’s bluff and rolled over on his side, covering himself with a blanket; it was a plastic gun spray-painted in black.

Although stubbornness is a strong, family trait, everybody can agree Debbie Gallagher is probably THEE most headstrong out of them all, next to Frank that is.

Debbie finally got sick of the putrid scent in Ian’s bedroom and how it absorbed into the hallway walls, sooner or later it was going linger on their clothes. After putting Franny down for nap, Debbie marched right into Ian’s bedroom and kicked the door open.

The locks had been removed on Ian’s door and it slammed open noisily, but the figure underneath the blankets didn’t budge.

“IAN CLAYTON GALLAGHER!” shrieked Debbie.

Ian doesn’t respond.

Debbie grabs the blankets and wrenches them off her older brother.

“Debs…” Ian groaned and curled up in the fetal position; he’s wearing green trunks and black muscle shirt.

“2 weeks Ian! It’s been 2 WEEKS! You haven’t showered, you haven’t brushed your teeth, you won’t let us clean or air out your bedroom. It fucking REEKS in here!” Debbie placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot impatiently. “Are you listening? Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“…..Can you close the door on your way out?”

“Okay, fuck this. I’m done playing nice.” Debbie walked around the bed and reached under, gripping the bed frame with both hands. Without warning, she lifted the bed off the floor and flipped it over on Ian.

Caught by surprise, the redhead tumbled off the bed and crashed into the floor. The mattress toppled over him, as did the rickety bed frame. Bewildered and annoyed, Ian shoved the mattress off and stared at his little sister – well, she didn’t seem so little anymore. “Why’d you do that?!”

“Because you’re too lazy to get out of bed and take a shower.” She stepped over the mattress and approached her brother, only to grab him by the back of his shirt. “You’re taking a bath today, END OF STORY!”

Ian fervently shook his head, “No! Let go of me!” He gripped her hand and tried prying it off.

Debbie had a vice-like grip on Ian’s shirt and she started walking towards the door, dragging her struggling sibling along the way.

What the fuck… Was Debbie DRAGGING him?! Since when was she a buff chick? “Ohmygod let go already! I can walk!” Ian protested. He flailed and threw himself over onto his hands and knees, attempting to slide out of his shirt.

“Oh no you don’t!” Debbie let go and quickly turned around. She looped her arm around Ian’s neck and put him in a headlock. “Wrangling Franny for bath time is starting to pay off,” she commented with a smirk.

“Debbie I swear to God-”

Ignoring Ian’s warning, Debbie walked backwards.

“Gah! W-wait!” Ian was being dragged yet again, by his own fucking sister. Why was she so strong?!

Debbie pushed her butt out and used it as a sort of means to navigate the hallway. She turned left and proceeded to drag Ian down the hall.

Trapped in a headlock and too weak to break her grip, Ian awkwardly stumbled along. He uttered curse words and clawed at Debbie’s arm – it didn’t faze her one bit.

Feeling the bathroom door against her butt, Debbie kept her left arm around Ian’s neck while using the other to reach out and grip the doorknob. She twisted it, pushed it open, and pulled Ian inside.

“Okay, okay, I got it from here.” Ian was beginning to feel dizzy at the weird angle Debbie had him in. He tapped her arm with his hand, “You win.”

“Hmph.” Debbie unhooked her arm around Ian’s neck, and raced over to the door, kicking it shut. She turned around, crossed her arms, and leaned against the frame. “Get the water going and take off your clothes.”

Ian blinked and he shook his head, “No…”

“Christ,” Debbie’s nostrils flared angrily. She uncrossed her arms and moved across the bathroom floor, “This isn’t up for debate Ian. You’re going to catch a skin disease if you keep laying in your filth. You’re gonna get all of sick and I won’t let you put Franny’s health at risk.” She curled her fingers into Ian’s shirt and tried ripping it off him.

That’s when Ian lost it. A floodgate opened and every negative emotion known to man hit him. He collapsed onto the bathroom floor, forcing Debbie to gasp and let go. The distraught redhead sat up, pulled his knees to his chest, and buried his face into his hands. He wept uncontrollably, his voice high-pitched and shaking, “I’m filthy! For the love of God don’t fucking touch me!”

“Ian…” Debbie was taken aback by her brother’s sudden outburst. She lowered her hands to her sides and watched him turn into a bawling, quivering mess. She looked away and considered calling Fiona for help, but she knew how far behind she is on renovating her apartment building. Maybe she can phone Lip? No, Lip needed the extra hours at work. Debbie was on her own with this one.

Using her maternal instincts to guide her, Debbie took a seat next to Ian and crossed her legs. She sat close, but not close enough to physically touch him. She listened to his broken sobs and watched the tremors in his body, her heart ached for him. “Ian?”

“Yeah?” Ian’s voice is muffled behind his hands.

“Whatever you did… Whatever happened… You are NOT filthy.”

Ian was quiet, and Debbie didn’t push him to talk. After 15 minutes of silence, Ian lowered his hands and peeked over his fingers at the other ginger. “You have no idea what I did…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Debbie shrugged. “We’re human, we make mistakes, have faults…” She tentatively brushed her hand over Ian’s arm. “I love you, Ian. We all love you and nothing you do or say is gonna change that.”

He doesn’t recoil from the touch. “Y-you all stopped loving Monica after a while…”

“Except you, right?”

Ian lowered his hands, a sad smile on his face. “Yeah… I guess I’m the only one who does.”

“Assuming history repeats itself, that means one of us is gonna love you no matter what, right? Fiona, Lip, me, Carl, Liam, or Franny-” She lifted her hand and stroked fingers through Ian’s red hair, “-one of us is silly enough to overlook your flaws and love you unconditionally.”

“….” Ian weighed in on his sister’s observation. Monica and Frank almost killed him when he was a toddler and fortunately, he doesn’t remember but Fiona has told him the story before. It was a cold night during the winter and Ian was clinging to Fiona’s side, crying about his freezing toes and face. Fiona was only 6-years-old at the time and the longer they waited for their parents outside on the curb, the higher Ian’s fever spiked. His little body could only take so much. He was hysterical and there was nothing Lip and Fiona could do to help him. He doesn’t recall Fiona running down the street, dragging both him and Lip, trying to flag down a car. Nobody helped them, hell, it would’ve been easier to score crack. The 3 of them finally made it to the hospital on foot and by then, Ian was delirious from his fever, which was recorded at 104°F. Just a few more hours out in the cold and Ian Gallagher would’ve died.

That was one of the earliest memories Fiona had of their parents; it was the first of many situations where Monica and Frank put their children’s lives in jeopardy.

Ian hates Frank, only because Frank was around more often to fuck everyone’s lives up. Monica was gone for virtually all their lives, and occasionally she’d make an appearance. Maybe in her absence Ian could repress his abandonment issues and find love for her in his heart. Jesus Christ he really WAS crazy for loving Monica. He barely knew her, but he felt closer to her then anyone else in his life. She understood him, she accepted him, and she loved him.

Is that what Debbie meant? He’d could go batshit crazy like Monica and somebody in his family was going to love him no matter what? Part of him hoped that might be Lip… Either way, his little sister had a point. He wasn’t entirely without love.

“Okay, I…I get it.” Ian leaned against Debbie’s side and rested his head against hers. “Do I have to talk about it? I mean… all the terrible stuff I did…”

“Not if you don’t want to.” Debbie tilted her head and she rubbed Ian’s knee.

“Good… I don’t want to.” Ian sighed and closed his eyes.

Debbie doesn’t say anything. She allows Ian time to calm down and when his body tremors disappeared, she tapped Ian’s leg. “Could you please take a bath? And for the love of God, brush your teeth. You smell like a dead goat.”

“Haha! A goat?” Ian laughed and he deliberately opened his mouth and blew air into Debbie’s face.

“EWW!” Debbie giggled and she scrambled to her feet. “Gross! Gah, I think my nose hairs are on fire.”

“Drama queen!”

“I learned from the best!” Debbie deadpanned.

“Moi?” Ian feigned innocent surprise and motioned to himself, “I’m the least dramatic one in this family.”

The two redheads went back and forth, joking and teasing about some of the stupidest shit they pulled in school. They talked about their jobs, about co-workers they couldn’t stand, and which pizza joint had the raunchiest food.

For Debbie, it felt like she had her old brother back – the version of Ian that wasn’t so wrapped up in his mental disorder. The man who was proud to be gay and even more proud to be part of the Gallagher family. It was a joyous moment and she’d treasure it forever.

While Ian took a very much needed bath, Debbie stripped the bed of its sheets and gathered all the blankets together. She hauled everything downstairs and threw the linens in the washer. Afterwards, she threw on some yellow latex gloves and carried an armload of cleaning supplies up the stairs and into Ian’s bedroom. She opened the window and fixed the bed frame and mattress. She collected all his dirty clothes, threw it in a basket, and began sweeping up his room. The chuck-bucket is emptied outside in an alleyway dumpster and Debbie disinfects the thing with bleach and hot water. She also disinfects Ian’s room and mops the floors. She wiped everything down from the dresser, the door, and the window.

“Fuck…” Ian was standing at the door, completely awestruck by Debbie’s work. “I think I can see my reflection in the floor,” he commented with a grin.

“If you start making maid jokes, so help me God-” Debbie wiped the window furiously.

“Sheesh okay, I was tryna offer a compliment.” Ian shrugged and he worked a towel through his hair, using one corner end to wipe the inner part of his ears. He’s got on a pair of cotton grey sweats and a blue Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt – both of which are too big. He doesn’t know how much weight he lost, but he figures it’ll be easy to gain back. True to her word, Fiona has been cooking a lot of high protein and carb meals and Ian knew he put on a couple pounds already.   

“Compliment accepted, whew…” Debbie dropped the wet rag into a bucket of Pine-Sol and water before using her sleeve to wipe sweat off her brow. “Can you check on Franny? I’m gonna put the cleaning stuff away and wash off, then I’ll find some clean linens for your bed.”

“You got it.” Ian turned around and padded down the hallway to go check on his niece.

Lip got home around 5:30 p.m. and he noticed a pleasant aroma wafting in the air. He kicked his shoes off and hung his coat up on the rack by the door, “Is that you cooking Liam?”

Liam is playing video games in the living room and he shook his head at the question. “No that’s Debbie, she’s making chicken alfredo pasta and garlic bread.”

“That sounds good,” Lip commented. He made his way over to the stairs when a tiny figure sprinted out of the kitchen and ran up to the blonde.

“Uncle Wip!” Franny held her arms out.

“Franny!” Lip crouched down and threw his arms around the toddler. He squeezed her tightly and attacked her neck with kisses.

Franny squealed in delight and she tossed and turned her head, unable to contain her giggles. “Hahaha! Wip stooopppp! Mommy help!!!”

“Mommy is busy!” Debbie hollered from the kitchen.

Lip grinned and he released Franny from his grip. “Oh, you think the kissing monster is bad!? Wait till the tickle monster gets ya! RAWWRR!” He pretended to lunge at her.

The excited toddler screamed and took off running back into the kitchen, presumably to hide behind her mother.

“Haha,” Lip chuckled. He made his way upstairs, determined to shower and get the grease smell off his skin. When passing Ian’s door, the blonde stopped mid-step and looked inside.

Ian was sitting up in bed, a pile of pillows behind him and a couple blankets over his lap. He appears to be playing with an old Game Boy.

“Ian?” Lip approached the open door – that was the first surprise, Ian usually keeps his door shut. The second surprise was Ian’s bedroom, it was clean?! It smelled like Pine-Sol and bleach, but it wasn’t overpowering. Third surprise, Ian is UP UP, as in, sitting up in bed and not pretending to be asleep. Lip was curious what had gotten into his sibling and upon further inspection, he noticed Ian’s hair didn’t look matted down and greasy; the kid showered up. “Well shit…. Debbie got to ya huh?”

“Hmm?” The redhead looked up from his game and smiled, ignoring the way his heart rate sped up. “Yeah… she basically manhandled me out of bed. Is she like…in a fight club or something?”

“Hah!” Lip laughed and casually shrugged his shoulders. “She could be, for all we know.” He leaned against Ian’s dresser, taking precautions as to how close he should get. Did it matter? Why was he considering that in the first place? He couldn’t shake the weird feeling in his chest, like he was talking to an ex-girlfriend or something. “Where’d you get the archaic toy from?”

“Liam, he lost interest in it years ago.”

“I see… What game are you playing?”

“Tetris, I’m on level 52.”

“Jesus…. How long have you been playing?”

“Mmm… 3 hours now? I never make it past level 75… Shit gets too fast and too hard.”

“That’s what she said.”

The joke goes right over Ian’s head and he blinks, seemingly confused.

“Oh right, it should be: That’s what HE said.” Lip laughed nervously, making Ian shift uncomfortably on the bed.

“Um… Before you take a shower, could you spare a minute?” Ian looked away and shut the Game Boy off.

“Yeah, sure thing.” Lip swallowed the lump in his throat and closed the bedroom door. He turned around and wandered over to the bed. He paused at the corner and pointed, “Mind if I sit?”

“Sure, yeah no problem.” Ian pushed the blankets off his lap and moved to the edge of the bed, swinging his legs over so his feet rested on the floor.

Lip took a seat on the foot of the bed, sitting in the same fashion as Ian. They were both on the opposite ends, but the distance did little to calm their racing hearts.

“Look, about what happened-”

“Look, about what happened-”

The brothers spoke in unison and they blurted out:

“Jinx!”

“Jinx!”

Both scoff and exchange smiles; they hadn’t done that since middle school.

The uneasy tension melts away and they relax, somewhat.

Ian raised his hand in the air.

“Uh…yeah?” Lip pointed a finger at Ian.

“Can I go first?”

Lip nods, “Go for it.”

“Okay.” Ian lowers his hand, takes in a deep breath, and exhales slowly. He met his brother’s gaze before speaking, “I’m sorry I called you Mickey. It was hurtful, and stupid on my part… I upset you and you have every right to hate me-”

“Ian, hold up-” Lip tried to interrupt, but Ian continued anyway.

“It’s okay. You should hate me, hell, I WOULD HATE ME. What if you called me Karen? Or Helene? I know how much you care for her, so I can only imagine I ripped your heart out when I said his name.” Ian swallowed and tried to continue in a level voice. “I also wanna apologize for disrupting you at work. I was an emotional mess and… I don’t know, I guess I wanted validation or something? I’m pathetic, and for that, I offer my sincerest apology.”

Lip realized he wasn’t going to get a single word in. He rested his hands on his knees and waited for Ian to finish.

“I’m willing to bet this whole thing is a result of my fucked-up head and medication, I mean… who in their right mind would lust after their own brother?”

The blonde inwardly cringed at the bitter hiss behind Ian’s words.

“I’m sorry Lip-” Ian grit his teeth together and the tears he fought so hard to hold back seeped out of the corners, “-I’m a piece of shit brother…. I’m gonna fix this, okay? I’ll change. I’ll get better a-and I go back to work, e-everything is gonna go back to the way it was. A-and if I c-can’t…. If I fail, I’ll move out. I’ll move far away so you don’t have to see my fucking mug-”

Lip grabbed Ian by his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

Ian cried out and he embraced Lip, lowering his head and sobbing into his shoulder. God, he was a fucking crybaby. He hated that.

“You ain’t moving anywhere Ian, this is your home and it’s always gonna be your home.” Lip stroked his hand up and down Ian’s back, his own eyes burned hot with tears. He made Ian believe he was worthless and that he had to change, or else he wouldn’t be accepted. Fuck. Lip was angry at himself, angry at his poor choice of words, and how he turns into a complete asshole when he can’t deal with stress.

Blinking his tears away, Lip turned his head and pressed a kiss against Ian’s fiery hair. “I love you and don’t you ever think you have to earn my love. I forgive you and I’m sorry I flipped out and punched you, and I’m sorry about the diner thing… I didn’t mean any of the hateful shit I said. You don’t have to change, nothing is wrong with you, and I’m not mad at you. Ya got that kid?”

“Lip…” Ian sniffled, and he managed to nod. “Y-yeah, got it. I love you too, and I’m sorry-”

Lip cut in, “Stop. Stop apologizing.”

“S-sor…I mean, okay. Shit. What am I supposed to say?” Ian broke away from the hug and wiped away tears with his hands.

“I don’t know, your guess is as good as mine.” Lip rested his hand on Ian’s leg, right above his knee. He doesn’t know when they moved closer to each other, but their legs are touching, and Lip can smell Ian’s shampoo – something spicy and earthy.

Ian cracked a smile at honesty and uncertainty in Lip’s voice. He glanced down at the hand on his leg and looked back up at those gorgeous, blue hues. “Are things gonna be weird between us?”

“Weird as in…?”

“You know…. Weird. Like, when you fuck someone and it didn’t really end on good terms, but ya gotta see this person at work or school, on a daily basis I mean.” Ian shrugged.

“We didn’t end on good terms?” Lip quirked an eyebrow.

“Well… Never mind what I said, I guess we resolved everything.” Ian stared at one of the pillows, idly poking the Game Boy. “It might be weird for me though.”

Lip moved his hand up, “Why?”

Ian tensed and he chewed on his bottom lip, his leg tingling underneath his brother’s touch. “Because… I’m attracted to you. Don’t get me wrong, I-I’ll fuck other guys and behave around you but… I think you better be careful.”

“Explain.”

Ian bristled and he turned his head, “You know what I mean-” He stopped short, Lip was hovering CLOSE, so close in fact, their noses almost touched. The intensity in Lip’s eyes gave Ian butterflies and he aware of the palm on his crotch. He almost wanted to thrust into Lip’s hand but resisted, barely. “This… Teasing me.”

“Who says I’m teasing?” It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out how sensitive Ian was to touch. Lip had known that about Ian’s sensitivity since they were kids, of course, they were jerking off to different material back in the day – Ian’s gay porn and Lip’s heterosexual porn. Granted, Lip tried to show Ian how to masturbate by demonstrating how he did it to himself, but Ian couldn’t get off on the types of magazines Lip purchased. He should’ve known then what his brother’s sexuality was, but he figured it out a year later when he was trying to stash weed underneath Ian’s bed and ended up finding a magazine on male body builders; the pages were stiff and had a peculiar odor to them. Since then, Lip would occasionally wake up and he’d listen to his brother jerking off on the bunk bed below him. It wasn’t intentional, Lip was a light sleeper and rather then embarrass Ian, he’d keep his mouth shut and listen. Ian always came fast, and Lip often wondered if that was a sensitivity thing or if he was rushing because he feared someone would walk in on him. Either way, that adorable, stifled moan resonated inside Lip and he kind of liked it.

When Ian didn’t answer or move, Lip withdrew his hand and leaned back. “Okay. I’ll try not to be weird around you but… Fuck, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you too.”

That was it. They threw their cards on the table. Nothing left to hide.

Ian shoved a pillow over his own lap and nodded, refusing to look at his brother. “I just want things to go back to normal…. Before any of this happened.”

“Ian… We’re Gallaghers, we’re anything BUT normal.” Lip laughed good-naturedly and he ruffled up his brother’s hair with a quick hand stroke. “It’s good to have you back.” He lowered his hand, rose to his feet, and walked over to the bedroom door. He wasn’t going to push the matter any further, if this is what Ian wanted then Lip had no objections. Fingers curl around the doorknob and-

There’s movement behind Lip and the floorboards creak underneath urgent footsteps.

Lip turned around.

Ian cupped his brother’s face and kissed him.

Metaphorical sparks fly and a crimson flush swept over Lip’s face. He grabbed Ian’s hips and pulled him close, taking notice of the hard bulge pressing against his thigh. He parted his lips and dipped his tongue inside Ian’s mouth, earning a pleased moan from the redhead.

Ian ground his hips into Lip’s own, making the blonde shiver at heated friction.

Lip tried to push Ian back, wanting to get him on the bed.

Ian refused and he gripped Lip by his t-shirt, slamming him back against the door with a loud thud.

“Mmf-” Thrill and excitement swept through Lip’s body. Although, he didn’t like being manhandled by anyone, he’d make an exception for his little brother. There was something hot about Ian fighting for dominance and it made the chase that much more exhilarating.

Out of nowhere, Ian bit down HARD on his sibling’s tongue.

Lip jolted, pain shooting up tongue and oddly enough, his neck and arms. He growled dangerously and raised his right hand, only to smack Ian’s ass as hard as he could – it wasn’t very painful, due to the cotton sweats.

The gesture makes Ian smirk, and God did that get Lip’s blood boiling.

Gripping Ian’s sweats, Lip tugged them down past his thighs and groped Ian’s perfect ass, intentionally squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises.

“Fffuck, Lip~” Ian pressed his face into Lip’s neck, keeping his voice hushed. He swiveled his hips, rubbing his erection against Lip’s own.

The two clawed at each other’s clothes and Lip quickly reached behind himself to lock Ian’s door - force of habit as there was no lock.

Disregarding the door, Lip ripped Ian’s t-shirt off, his gaze landing on a faded bite-mark over Ian’s collarbone. The blonde paused and he stared at the mark, knowing damn well it wasn’t there the last time he and Ian were together…

“What?” Ian stopped tugging at Lip’s jeans. “You okay?”

“Yeah… No, I’m not.” Lip tucked Ian back inside his boxer briefs and pulled his sweatpants back up.

Confused, Ian took a step back, “D-did I do something? Is it the way I look?”

“God no, it’s not that.” Lip took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to remain calm and not overreact to the situation. He reached out and took Ian’s hand, pulling him closer. “C’mere, I gotta ask you something.”

Ian allowed himself to be pulled closer and he interlocked their fingers, gently rubbing his thumb over Lip’s knuckles. He stared into Lip’s concerned eyes, “What is it?”

“That kid… The young one, blonde hair, petite frame, back at the club…” Lip felt like he was being a jealous prick, but he HAD to know, even if he didn’t like the answer. He looked up at Ian’s emerald orbs – did he mention he hates their height difference? - and inquired, “Who is he? And how do you know him?”

“Oh…. That’s Lathine, I don’t know his last name.” Ian leaned against Lip’s body and he hooked his chin over his brother’s right shoulder. “I met him a few weeks ago.”

Lip could feel Ian’s heart beating against his own chest and he turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss against the other’s neck to sort of encourage him.

The redhead didn’t have anything else to add.

“Can you at least explain the nature of your relationship with him?” Lip hated to pry, and he hated how envious he felt over a guy he didn’t even know.

Ian went rigid against Lip and he hesitated.

“It’s okay, you can tell me.” Lip peppered Ian’s neck with kisses, wanting to reassure him that he was safe to speak.

The kisses melt Ian’s tension away and he gently pulled his hand out of Lip’s grip. He snaked his arms around his brother’s waist and held him. After a short period of silence, he sighed softly, “It’s a long story… I feel like if I tell you, you’re gonna look at me differently…Might even hate me…”

“Ian,” Lip rested his left hand behind Ian’s head and the other hand rubbed circles over his brother’s back. “Nothing you do or say is gonna make me hate you, I promise. I … I genuinely wanna know everything that’s happened to you while we were separated. Have I ever made you feel like I judged you?”

“No, never…” Ian closed his eyes, enjoying the comforting touch. “Okay… Remember the diner? After I left…”

Fiona spent most of the evening at her apartment complex. She wishes she could say she finally kicked those assholes out – the squatters who are ILLEGALLY walled up in HER apartment but sadly, she didn’t get shit accomplished. She came home after midnight, defeated and frustrated and in need of strong liquor. She bypassed the beer in the fridge and sauntered up to her bedroom.

Tossing her keys, phone, and jacket aside, Fiona opened her closet door and flicked the lights on. What appeared to be a mountain pile of dirty clothes was in fact a perfect hiding spot. She reached underneath the clothes and pulled out a pint of tequila. “Aww yeah, that’s the stuff.” She can already feel her mouth puckering in anticipation.

“Hey.”

“The fuck!?” Fiona jumped and whirled around to see Lip standing by her bed.

“Sorry, door was open and…” Lip was antsy, and he was shifting from one foot to the next, like something was bothering him.

Fiona saw her brother’s trembling hands and worry took over. “What’s wrong? Is Ian okay?”

“Yes…and no.” Lip glanced at the pin in Fiona’s hands. Shit, he was almost tempted to ask her for a shot but that would fuck with his emotions; he needed a clear head. “Put that away, you’re gonna wanna hear this sober.”

“Oh shit, really?” Fiona furrowed her eyebrows and shrugged. “Okay.” She put the pint down on the floor, exited the closet, and turned the lights off. After closing the closet door, she walked over to the bed and sat down. “You gonna tell me what’s bothering you?”

“Yeah… I’m just tryna figure out where to start…” Lip sat down on the foot of the bed, his back to Fiona. “It’s about Ian…something happened.”

“Okay… I’m all ears.”

It’s 4:00 a.m., Fairy Tales closed over an hour ago.

Lip busted a window outside the men’s restroom, and he hoisted Fiona onto his shoulders. She was small enough to wiggle through the narrow opening without getting stuck. Once inside, she navigated through the dark building and opened a side door for her brother.

It was surprisingly easy, a little too easy in Fiona’s opinion. The two are decked out in black ski masks and gloves, a crowbar in Lip’s possession and the good ol’ family bat in Fiona’s. She scanned the empty dance floor and bar area, “No cameras? No alarms? No cops?”

“Nope. We probably tripped a silent alarm and it’ll go straight to Henry MacDonald’s cell phone. See, he won’t call the cops until he gets here to secure his stash of drugs and porn.”

“Huh…Must be some interesting porn to have to hide it at a gay club.”

“Try illegal porn… Like drugging-minors-and-filming-them-without-consent-illegal.” Lip bashed a chair to pieces with the crowbar.

Fiona raised an eyebrow, “Shit… this guy sounds like a sick bastard.”

“Sickest-” Lip swung at one of the speakers mounted on the wall, “-bastard-” The box speaker breaks underneath the pressure and crashes onto the floor. “-of-” Lip swings again, “-them-” He tears into the speaker, gutting its insides out and splattering metal, plywood, and cables all over the place. “-ALL!” He kicked the remaining piece across the floor. “Fucker deserves to be castrated.”

“Dibs! You can hold him down and I’ll perform the first-” Fiona swung the bat at one of the side windows and shattered it on impact. Glass poured down and the brunette shivered with rage and enjoyment, “-incision. No sedatives required.”

“He doesn’t deserve sedatives, in fact why don’t you just cut his whole dick off? He won’t be needing it anytime soon.” Lip threw the crowbar down and grabbed another chair. He chucked it at the bar and watched the thing slam into a row of liquor bottles.

BAM!

Whiskey, vodka, gin, rum, everything flew off the counter and smashed onto the floor; glass and liquid spewed across the bar counter.

“HOME RUN!” Fiona cheered.

Lip held his right fist up and pretended to do a lap around the dance floor. First base involved pushing over a table. Second base was picking up two bar stool chairs and throwing them at the expensive equipment on stage. When he approached third base, he held his hand out for Fiona’s bat.

Fiona tossed the bat over to her brother.

Catching the bat, Lip ran at full speed and he threw it at the mirror-plated wall above the liquor shelves.  

The wooden bat struck the mirror wall and it bounced off with a loud creaking noise before rolling onto the floor.

“Oh…” Lip blinked, as did Fiona.

“That was anti-climactic,” Fiona commented.

Lip frowned slightly.

Suddenly the mirror split into HUNDREDS of fractures, mirroring a spider’s web.

All at once the fragmented pieces fell and shards of mirror and glass rained onto the floor.  

“WHOO!” Lip howled in delight.

Fiona and Lip high-fived and the blonde walked over to fetch his crowbar from the floor.

“I think his office is in the back, follow me.” Lip walked past the damaged bar and down a narrow hallway.

The brunette followed, however, she paused by the bar. She noticed one bottle was still intact and she plucked it from the mess on the floor. She twisted the cap off and took a swig of Captain Morgan, a spicy rum that filled her stomach with warmth after the first drink. “Mmm~”

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Fiona jumped slightly at the sound and she rushed down the hall just in time to witness Lip breaking the door handle off with the crowbar. “Christ, can you be any louder?”

“Can you hold off on celebrating? We didn’t find it yet.” Irritated at his sibling, Lip stepped inside the workspace and turned the lights on.

Moderate in size, it was a typical office with no windows and lots of metal cabinets. The desk was untidy, littered with paperwork, candy wrappers, sticky notes, pens, and business cards. The computer was off, but it had noticeable grease stains on the screen and keyboard. There’s an odd scent in the room, like somebody didn’t change the garbage for a few weeks.

“Gross,” Fiona wrinkled her nose at the aroma.

“I’ll say.” Lip placed the crowbar down on the desk and began searching the drawers; they were locked. So, he tried his luck with the metal filing cabinets, only to discover those were locked too.

“Hmm… I know a guy that could pick the locks on those… Only problem is, how are we gonna haul them out to my car? Shit weighs a ton!” Fiona took a sip of rum.

“I don’t think he’d stash his shit in here…. Too obvious. If the cops, or anyone for that matter, finds porn in his office then they can link him too it.”

“That’s true, huh…” Fiona moved towards the open door, where the air smelled a little better. “Locking shit up means ya got something to hide.”

Lip stopped moving around the office and he glanced at his sister, “Yeah? What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I’d rather hide stuff in plain sight, make it less obvious I’m tryna conceal something.” Fiona shrugged and raised the bottle to her mouth.

Fiona’s suggestion ignites a light bulb in Lip’s head, and he snaps his fingers, “You’re a fuckin’ genius Fi!” He rushed past her and jerked the bottle of Captain Morgan out of her hands, “Gonna need your help on this one!”

“Hey! Give it back!” Fiona charged after Lip, who happened to be the faster of the two.

Lip dashed through the hall and skidded to a halt in front of the women’s restroom.

Fiona bumped into Lip when she tried to stop and he reached out to grab her shoulder, steadying her on her feet.

“Go inside and take a look around.”

“…..Seriously? Lip, NOBODY is here right now. You should go inside and help me look.” Fiona pushed the door open and waited.

“No… I wouldn’t feel right about snooping around in the women's bathroom. Hurry up, Henry is probably racing through traffic to get here.” Lip waved the rum in front of Fiona’s face, “The sooner you find his stash, the sooner we can get the hell out of here. Jack is waiting for ya~” he teased.

“Whatever,” Fiona rolled her eyes and entered the bathroom. “Why do they even HAVE a women’s restroom here anyway?! Thought this was a gay club!” She kicked the first stall open and saw a clean toilet – it looked new and unused.

“My point exactly!” Lip shouted back, “Tap into that felon brain of yours! Where would you hide something you know you’re not supposed to have?”

“Fuck you!” Fiona grumbled. She checked the other stalls and found nothing that looked out of place. She stared up at the ceiling, but the fiberglass tiles are much too high and out of reach. “Okay… Henry is a short, stubby guy… If he had to hide something, and hide it fast, it would be within reach…”

“What?” Lip craned his neck.

“Shut up I’m thinking!” Fiona snapped.

“…..” Lip sighed in exasperation.

Fiona scoured the bathroom, taking inventory of everything she saw. 4 bathroom stalls, 2 sinks, 2 mirrors, 2 soap dispensers, 1 paper towel dispenser and 1 electric hand dryer – as if anyone uses those things.

Shit.

Nobody uses those things.

Rushing over to the mounted hand dryer, Fiona grabbed the sides and wiggled it around. Just as she expected, it was loose; it was missing a couple screws to keep it in place. Fiona retrieved a folding utility knife from her back pocket – it was just a box cutter, but the thing was razor sharp. She pushed the blade out and used the narrow tip to unscrew the hand dryer.

BAM!

The outer casing to the hand dryer hit the floor and clanged.

“What’s going on? Did you find something?” Lip heard the banging sound.

“Holy…. fucking…..shit.” Fiona’s riotous laughter reverberated off the bathroom walls. “Haha! Lip, ya gotta see this!”

Henry MacDonald pulled up to Fairy Tales with 3 other vehicles in tow.

Numerous men stepped out of the cars, including Henry, and he leads them up to the front entrance. “Two of you go around the back, in case the bastards try to escape.”

“You got it boss.” One of the men said and a couple of them rushed around the building and made their way to the alley.

Henry was covered in a layer of sweat and he masked his uneasiness with a hard glare. “Guns are for show, make sure the safety is on. We don’t want to kill anybody but we sure as hell want to give em’ a scare. If they run, you pursue, and once caught….” Henry entered a security code and the front doors clicked and unhinged from their locks. The man opened the double doors and motioned for the men to go in first, “Beat the living shit out of em’.”

The men file in with their firearms ready. All the lights are on, which strikes them as odd… Whoever broke in wasn’t trying to hide the fact.

The men freeze when they see a masked figure sitting at the bar. The individual tips a bottle of rum and fills a shot glass. Then, he sets the bottle down and picks the glass up.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are…” Henry snarled, having taken inventory of the wreckage inside his club. “You’re a dead man.”

Downing the whiskey in a single gulp, the masked man sets the glass down and twirls around in his seat to face Henry and his men. He reached up and gripped the ski mask, slowly peeling it off his face.

Henry felt his lower eyelid twitch and a vein throbbed in his neck; he recognized the blonde bastard right away. “You-”

Lip held up his left hand and pinched between his gloves fingers is a black SD card.

Henry gasped and his face twisted into a terrified expression. “N-no, no, no, no-” He stumbled backwards and almost tripped over a broken chair.

“072418-I.C.G. My brother is on this,” Lip stated, never taking his icy stare off Henry.

“Your brother?! I can assure you young man, I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.” Henry laughed and attempted to conceal the panic in his voice. “If it’s money you want, might I suggest the-”

“IAN!!!”

Henry stopped.

“CLAYTON!!!”

“I-I don’t know who that is-” the elder stammered.

“GALLAGHER!!! MY LITTLE BROTHER YOU SICK PIECE OF SHIT!!!” Lip was overcome with rage and disgust that he can feel his limbs shaking and spittle trickled down his jaw. If he had a fucking gun right now… He’d kill Henry MacDonald and go to prison for manslaughter, fuck it, it’d be worth it. Ian was worth it, prison time and all.

It was up to Henry to weigh in on his next choice of words. He glanced at the gunman on his left and whispered something.

The man nodded and he looked down at his gun and fidgeted with something.

Lip immediately knew the guy was switching his safety off. Shit was about to get real. The blonde forced himself to calm down, and he lowered his hand, keeping the SD card in clear view. “You think I’m the only one who broke in?”

Henry stared at Lip.

“Go check your security cameras.” Lip pretended to yawn, and he picked the bottle up, pouring himself another shot. “She’s long gone though, took off with the rest of your SD cards, video camera, and the drugs.”

The gunman raised his firearm, but Henry threw his hand up, making him lower his weapon. Henry narrowed his eyes on Lip, and he spoke through a tightly clenched jaw, “Let’s consider an exchange… What is it you want?”

“Exchange for what? The sex videos? Or the date-rape drugs?” Lip raised the glass to his mouth and watched Henry squirm under his scrutinizing gaze. He smirked and tilted his head back, inhaling the alcohol and swallowing it with ease. “Oh yeah, Ian told me all about the drugs… What is it? GHB? Or Rohypnol? You seem like a Rohypnol type to me.”

Henry succumbed to pressure and panic, making him react impulsively. He rushed forward and charged at Lip, who didn’t budge from his seat. The club owner threw a punch at the kid’s face and it connected with his right cheekbone, but it didn’t daze Lip in the slightest. That smug grin pissed Henry off and he grabbed Lip by his jacket and threw him onto the floor, right over the broken glass and puddles of liquor.

Lip only grunted after he was punched, and he didn’t say anything when his back collided into mess on the floor. Fortunately, the gloves protected his hands, but he was certain a piece of glass stabbed him in his lower back. Ignoring the stinging sensation, Lip sat up and cackled like a mad man. “HAHAHA! You hit like a bitch.”

“AHHHH YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Henry saw a crowbar on the bar counter, and he picked it up. He raised it over his head, his face burning hot with anger.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Lip tutted. He dug his cell phone out of his pocket and held it up for Henry to see.

The screen indicated a phone call was in effect.

Confused, Henry glared at the phone screen.

Then, it dawned on him.

Someone was listening on the other end.

“What…who…?” All the color drained from Henry’s face.

The two men who went around the building waltzed into the room from the hallway. One of them addressed Henry: “Boss there’s nothing back there but a busted window.” They come to an abrupt stop when they notice the guy on the floor.  

Henry ignored the two men completely and he shouted: “EVERYBODY SHUT UP!”

The men look at each other, confusion scribbled all over their faces. They assumed this was a robbery, but Henry was treating it like a hostage-bomb situation. What the hell was going on?

Lip smiled, and there’s nothing friendly about it. “My sister, she’s the one I called. If I give the word, OR, she hears a single gunshot, she’ll go right to the police and hand over everything. Your illegal sex videos, your drugs, and the jewelry you kept from your favorite boys. Gotta have mementos huh?”

“……….” Henry was panting lightly, and he glanced from Lip, to the phone, and back to Lip’s confident smile. Now, he can either call the kid’s bluff and beat him to death OR, take his threat seriously and back off. None of those options had favorable outcomes… But Henry MacDonald knew, without a fucking doubt, he wouldn’t last in prison. Once they caught wind of his crimes, they would deliver their own prison justice – murder being the most hopeful option.

“Fuck.” Tossing the crowbar aside, Henry reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold cigar case. He opened it, reached inside, and removed a grape-flavored cigar. “You want one?”

Lip shook his head. “No, thank you.”

“Suit yourself.” Henry tucked the case back inside his breast pocket and he retrieved a box of matches from his pants pocket. “Ian… He’s the soft redhead, great fucking body.”

Narrowing his blue eyes, Lip climbed to his feet and scowled. “Don’t fucking talk about my brother.”

“Hm.” Henry struck a match and lit the end of his cigar, “Fair enough.” He shrugged and dropped the ignited match onto a dry patch of floor. Then he snuffed it out with his shoe and took a long, contemplative drag. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, brushing off the questioning stares from his henchmen. “What’s the deal kid? We both walk away and then what? Do I get my shit back?”

“No.” Lip slowly shook his head, “You’re gonna stop drugging and raping men. The next minor you set your eyes on… I go to the police and report you.”

“Hah! You think they’ll believe you?” Henry smirked, “You’re just a broke piece of South Side trash. Cops won’t buy your story.”

“Yeah? Well, they might believe one of your victims.” Lip shrugged, “Better yet, MULTIPLE victims. One voice is easy to ignore, but a couple people come forward and describe the same rapist? Hmm, who knows, you might be looking at a lengthy, EXPENSIVE, trial.”

“Why you little….” Henry clenched the cigar in his hand, unintentionally breaking it in half. “Some revenge plot you got kid. How do I know you’re not gonna rat me out to the cops?”

“You won’t.” Lip tucked the SD card in his pocket and casually walked around Henry to retrieve his ski mask from the counter. He didn’t bother to put it back on, instead he tucked it in his jacket pocket. He picked his crowbar up and gazed placidly at Henry. “That is torture in itself.”

“Fucker…” Henry discarded his broken cigar on the floor and extinguished the lit end with his shoe. “If I ever see you…. Or your family at my establishment-”

“You won’t,” Lip interrupted. “Long as you keep your word. No drugs. No rapes. No video footage and definitely no minors, that shit is disgusting.”

“…. Go fuck yourself.” Henry turned away and motioned for his men to follow. “Let’s go! We’re rolling on out boys.”

“What? But boss-”

“NOW!” Henry roared.

The men holster their guns and hurriedly shuffle out of the building.

Lip waited. He heard several vehicles start up and drive away from the area, followed by police sirens in the distance.

It’s probably for insurance purposes, or maybe Henry honestly believed the cops could catch him. Little did Henry MacDonald know, Lip Gallagher has been dodging Chicago’s finest ever since he shoplifted a candy bar at age 5.

As the sirens approached, Lip ended the call on his phone and glanced at the bar counter. “Hurry it up Fi, cops are on their way.”

Fiona’s creeping hand appeared on the counter and she groped around, until she touched the bottle of Captain Morgan. “Oh thank God” she breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

Lip scoffed, “Didn’t know alcohol was more important then your brother’s life.”

“Shut up. It was YOUR bright idea to stay. We coulda made it out of here before they arrived.” Fiona shifted around the table and tucked the rum underneath her right arm. Dangling from her left arm is an ordinary black camera bag, but its contents are of a heinous kind – dozens of SD cards, a hand-held video camera, men’s jewelry, and enough drugs to knock out an elephant.

“Wanted to fuck with Henry’s head, can you blame me?” Lip grabbed Fiona’s bat and the two vacated the building as fast as possible.

“I’ll admit, that was a brilliant fuckin’ plan Lip. He’s gonna be looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life now, bet he’ll piss his pants every time a cop approaches him.”

“Exactly.”

They walk half a block down the street to an empty parking lot where Fiona’s car is parked. When she pulled out her car keys, Lip was quick to snatch them from her hand.

“You’re drunk, I’m driving.” Lip unlocked the doors with the press of a button.

“It’s just a little buzz, I’m fine,” Fiona insisted.

Unamused, Lip waited for Fiona to go around to the passenger side.

“Fineeeee!” She sighed dramatically and walked around the car.

Lip slid into the driver’s seat, slammed the door shut, and started the car. Once Fiona was settled in passenger seat, Lip shifted the vehicle in drive and left the parking lot.

The Gallagher siblings make their way home.

Notes:

Don't get me wrong, Lip REALLY wanted to beat the shit out of Henry - possibly kill the guy, but it wasn't the right place or the right time. He didn't tell Fiona everything that happened to Ian, just bits and pieces, enough to convince her to help him break into Fairy Tales and risk jail time. Fiona isn't dumb though, she puts two-and-two together when they find evidence at the club AND when she hears Lip scolding Henry about drugging and raping other men.

Did Ian and Lip finally declare their love for one another? :P I'd say so, but things are not so simple, especially if you're a Gallagher.

Acccckkk, guys this is a longgggg chapter. I was going to separate it into 2 pieces but I liked the flow of things, didn't want to interrupt the flow. I've literally worked on this thing for over 12 hours, taking breaks here and there, mostly coffee breaks. Gah, I wrote so much that my left wrist started cramping up xD Besides that, I really enjoyed writing this piece.

Chapter 18

Summary:

Ian doesn't want to talk about what happened between him and Henry MacDonald, and Lip is frustrated that his brother won't go to the authorities.

Sometimes you don't need to talk. Sometimes, all you need is a hug and a shoulder to cry on. This is what Ian has come to learn.

“Did he pass out again?”

“Fuck it, I’m gonna use his mouth.”

“Go for it, nnn~ God he’s so fucking tight.”

A chubby, middle-aged man walks around the bed and places his hands on either side of unconscious male’s face. He shoves his thumbs into the corners of his mouth and forces him to spread his lips. “Henry picked out a gorgeous one, think I have a new favorite~.”

The other man doesn’t comment, he’s too busy grunting and fucking the intoxicated redhead.

The bed creaks and shifts as the chubby guy lines his cock up to Ian’s mouth. Seconds later, he’s groaning and rolling his hips, aggressively fucking into the ginger’s warm throat.

Ian tore his gaze away from the video camera and gagged.

Lip quickly switched the device off and he placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Hey, you okay?”

“N-no…. I think I’m gonna be sick.” No sooner did the words leave his mouth, Ian felt his stomach lurch. He bolted out of the bedroom and raced into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time.

The blonde sighed and he set the camcorder down on the bed; he can hear Ian throwing up. In all honesty, Lip didn’t want to watch the videos, it was Ian who suggested it. Ian didn’t remember his time with Henry MacDonald, but he had an idea as to what was going on… Well, the video confirmed it. Henry was drugging Ian and pimping him out to other men.

“Fucker…” Lip could feel rage boiling in his veins – he regretted his actions at the club. Instead of blackmail, he should’ve given the piece of shit a good ol’ Gallagher run down; Henry MacDonald would’ve gone to a hospital instead of going home.

The toilet flushed and a sick man groaned.

Without even thinking about it, Lip retrieved his pack of cigarettes and lit one up. He took a drag, stood up, and wandered out of the bedroom. He approached the bathroom and spotted Ian on the floor. “How ya holding up?”

Ian is hugging the toilet as if it’s his best friend. He has his right cheekbone pressed against the toilet seat, the cool surface felt nice, albeit slightly smelly. Emerald eyes flicker to his brother, “I shoulda listened to you… Watching the tape was a bad idea.”

“I’ll say, but you’re a stubborn prick.” Lip moves over to his brother and takes a seat beside him. He takes another puff of his cigarette before holding it out to Ian.

“Thanks…” Ian takes the offered cigarette and plops it between his lips. He inhales a deep breath, smoke coats his tongue, throat, and lungs – at least this shit tastes better than puke.

Watching his brother blow out a trail of smoke, Lip decided to address the elephant in the room. “Henry MacDonald, what do you want to do about him?”

The question makes Ian’s stomach tighten up into knots. He feels another wave of nausea coming, forcing him to close his eyes and focus on his breathing. “Nothing.”  

“Nothing?” Lip scoffed, “C’mon Ian… Henry drugged you and raped you, hell he fucking filmed other guys raping you! We can turn the evidence over to the police and send the bastard to prison.”

Ian flicked cigarette ashes into the toilet and shrugged, “We don’t have the time and money for a trial and trust me…. Henry has all the money and time in the world to fight this. He’ll probably get a slap on the wrist and pay a fine, maybe get some probation time.”

“But-”

“But nothing,” Ian interrupts his older sibling. He takes another drag and avoids looking at Lip – he’s too embarrassed and ashamed about the stuff he did, stuff that he COULD have been prevented if he’d only smartened up sooner. “Just drop it, okay? It’s not worth pursuing.”

“Fuck…” Lip was frustrated with his little brother but he also understood why Ian had reservations about going to trial. It would force Ian to take the stand and describe all the things he did with Henry – at least what he could remember. More than likely, they would broadcast the tape for everyone to see, and Ian would have to re-live the trauma.

Lip snapped out of his thoughts when Ian leaned against him. His natural instinct was to throw an arm around Ian’s shoulders and pull him close.

“Stop thinking about it,” Ian murmured, now resting his head on Lip’s shoulder.

“Fine.” Lip rolled his eyes and reached out for the cigarette.

Ian surrendered the ciggy, “Do we have any gasoline?”

“Yeah it’s downstairs, next to Fiona’s beer stash.”

The younger sibling elbowed his brother in the side, “Asshole.”

Lip chuckled, “No I don’t think we do. I could siphon some from the neighbor’s car?” He blew out a cloud of smoke.

“Yeah, that works. I wanna burn everything tonight… all of it. The tapes, the drugs, the camcorder, none of it stays inside this house.” Ian made to pull away but Lip tightened his grip and pulled him right back. He pressed a kiss against the side of Ian’s head.

“Sounds good to me,” Lip said.

Ian turned his head to kiss Lip but a movement out of the corner of his eye sends the redhead into a panicked frenzy. In the blink of an eye, he pushed Lip away and climbed to his feet, “Liam!”

Liam had a puzzled expression on his face and he glanced from one brother to the next. He scrunched his nose up, “What’s that smell?”

 Lip had a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. Ian looked like one of those cartoon cats that gets the shit scared out of them and they jump high enough to get stuck on the ceiling.

“Vomit, I uh, got food poisoning.“ Ian grabbed an aerosol air freshener off the shelf above the toilet. “Here,” he tossed it to Liam and exited the bathroom.

Liam caught the aerosol can and he watched Ian shuffle by and make his way down the hall. “Okay?” He turned his attention to Lip. “And what are you doing?”

“Looking for the $50.00 dollar bill I dropped.” Lip tossed the cigarette into the toilet.

“Pfft, since when does your broke ass have $50.00 laying around?” Liam rolled his eyes.

“Hey I started working last week!” Lip pretended to be offended.

“Yeah as a DISHWASHER,” Liam countered.

“Punk.” Lip gripped the toilet seat and hoisted himself up. “When did you turn into a smartass?”

“Since I started public school,” Liam tossed the air freshener aside and lifted the toilet seat up.

“Oh, right. I forgot about that…” Lip rested his hand over Liam’s head and ruffled up his hair a little. “Is that chick still bullying you?”

Liam unzipped his pants and proceeded to urinate. “Not anymore, I hired a bodyguard.”

“What?” Lip laughed, “Let me guess… You’re going to do this guy’s homework and help him pass or something?”

“Yup.” Liam tucked his dick away, zipped his pants, and flushed the toilet.

“Classic Gallagher.” Lip grinned with pride, “When basketball season starts, offer your homework services to the jocks and demand half the payment upfront. Easy side money.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” Liam moved over to the sink and washed his hands.

Fiona returned from a late shift at Patsy’s Pies – one of the waiters called in sick and nobody else would answer their goddamn phone. “Ugh…I need a shower,” she groaned; the smell of grease clung to her clothes and skin. She parked her vehicle next the curb and killed the engine. Upon exiting the vehicle, she notices voices coming from the back of the house.

Curious, Fiona opened up the gate and walked around the side of the house.

“Ah, ah, careful sweetie. Let mommy do it for you.” Debbie took the stick from Franny and she held over an open flame.

“Oooh s’mores, what’s the occasion?” Fiona asked.

Debbie, Franny, Liam, Ian and Lip look up from their seats.

“No occasion really, just felt like burning shit,” said Ian. He looked back at the steel trashcan where the fire danced and swayed.

“I see,” Fiona’s dark brown eyes traveled to the center of the fire and she saw the outline of a camcorder and a camera bag. Concern and worry settle in her stomach, prompting her to drop her jacket and purse on the lawn. She strolled over to Ian and motioned for him to move his legs.

Ian did as he was told, and he raised his legs, bringing his knees to his chest.

Fiona took a seat on the extended lawn chair and she faced her younger brother. “How are you feeling Ian?”

“Good,” Ian lies. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and taps his fingers over the warm beer he’d been nursing for an hour.

Lip washes gram crackers down with a beer- he doesn’t care for chocolate or marshmallows. He’s seated on Ian’s left side, while Debby and Liam are on the right.

Liam munches away on a s’more, completely oblivious to the uncomfortable tension in the air. He and Franny are the only ones who don’t know about Henry MacDonald, and atrocious things he did to Ian. Of course, Liam was curious about the video tapes and camcorder but when he asked about it, Lip told him it was Ian’s old porn stash – to which Ian adamantly denied. Not really interested in porn himself, Liam accepted the answer without question.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Fiona rested a hand on Ian’s knee.

The redhead shrugged and avoided looking at his older sister. “What’s there to talk about? Henry MacDonald is a scumbag and I’m a stupid piece of shit.”

Lip sat up straighter.

Debbie and Liam stared at Ian, while Franny popped marshmallows into her mouth.

“No, you are not a stupid piece of shit.” Fiona leaned closer and she rested her chin over Ian’s knee. “You are beautiful, smart, amazing, and resilient as hell.”

Ian pursed his lips together in a tight frown and remained silent.

“I’m serious,” Fiona continued, “People fuck up. That’s life. But there’s one thing you got that other people don’t have.”

Emerald eyes flicker to his sister’s face and Ian murmured, “And what would that be?”

“A family that will go to hell and back for you.” Fiona could feel Ian trembling and his eyes looked glossy; this kid always wore his heart out on his sleeve. “A family who loves you, despite the crazy bullshit you put us through.”

Ian laughed at that. “Hah! Speak for yourself.”

“Gimme a break here! I’ve been raising kids since I was 9, I’m entitled to go off the rails once in a while, right?”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Ian smirked.

“Kiss my ass!” Fiona swatted Ian in the face.

Ian tried to duck out of the way but he was too slow. Fiona smacked him on his right cheekbone and he gasped in fake shock. “Ouch. I’m calling Child Protective Services.”

“HAH!” Fiona gave a sarcastic laugh, earning a giggle from Liam and Debbie.

Lip smiled and he set his empty beer bottle down. He felt a sense of relief at Ian’s bantering, he seemed more like his old self and he was starting to look healthier.

Suddenly, Fiona was serious again. She cupped Ian’s face and looked him in the eyes. “Is it okay if I say I’m proud of you?”

Ian didn’t know what say or do. He was frozen, like a deer caught in headlights, and somehow, he mustered enough strength to nod.

“Then I’m really fuckin’ proud of you.” Fiona pressed a kiss to Ian’s forehead.

And just like that, Ian fell apart. He discarded his beer and threw his arms around the elder sibling, pulling her in for a hug. He rested his chin on her shoulder and sobbed, “Thank you-” he hiccuped, “-Fiona. For everything.” 

Fiona hooked her arms around Ian and returned the embrace. “Jesus, what’s with the waterworks?” She giggled, but by now, she was crying too. She glanced at Lip, “I’m proud of you too.” Then she looked over at Debbie and Liam, “I’m proud of all my kids.”

The Gallagher siblings find themselves locked in a tight group hug – something they hadn’t done in years.

Chapter 19

Summary:

Lip gets a new job and Ian is not happy...

Lip grunted into Ian’s neck, inhaling his scent and finding his irresistibly sweaty skin too hard to ignore. He flicked his tongue out and dragged it along the curve of Ian’s neck, earning a pleased groan from the redhead.

“Fuckkkkk~” Ian gripped the metal shelves so hard that his knuckles twisted to white; the frigid air of the walk-in freezer did little to curb his fever. He arched into his brother’s chest, jutting his ass out more in the process.

“Christ-” Lip hissed through a clenched jaw. He yanked Ian by his hips, pulling him back every time he thrusted forward.

“Little to the left-” Ian panted breathlessly. Although they’ve been fucking on a regular basis, Lip continued to aimlessly pound into him like a girl and Ian wasn’t having it. He gently directed Lip to his prostate, to which Lip sought after in his next few movements.

Ian saw instant stars and he immediately threw his hand down, fingers curling around his cock. “Right there Lip, shit-” He started jerking himself off, dry and cold, but effective due to the pre-cum steadily leaking out.

Lip suddenly bit into Ian’s neck to prevent himself from crying out. He appreciated the direction but the moment he slammed into Ian’s prostate, he felt those taut muscles constrict around him; no girl he’s ever fucked squeezed him as tightly as Ian did. “M’gonna cum,” he moaned into Ian’s neck.  

The pain in his neck made Ian pump his hand faster, his own climax fast approaching. “Fill me up~” Ian encouraged, reaching an arm behind Lip and squeezing his ass.

Oh, and did Lip deliver.

The curly blonde bit harder, his muffled moans mingling with Ian’s strangled cries. Lip had to slap a hand over Ian’s mouth because goddamn, the guy is so fucking loud that he’s going to get them caught eventually. With every hard thrust, Lip pumped his load into his baby brother’s sweet ass, and guilt (and shame) weren’t a problem anymore. He relaxed his jaw and groaned softly, feeling Ian clamp down on his cock (and the ass grabbing wasn’t bad either).

Ian came seconds later, all the while moaning into the hand over his mouth. He gripped Lip’s ass harder, nails digging into the pale flesh while they both rode out their climax. He spilled over into his own hand but kept stroking and squeezing his cock while Lip fucked him.

The siblings came to an eventual halt and neither said anything for a while, both mutually panting and trying to catch their breath.

“Good thing you’re not a girl…” Lip mused quietly.

“Why? You prefer pussy over my ass?” Ian asked with a breathless laugh.

“Naa. Your ass is better than pussy, but IF you were a girl, I’d knock you up in no time,” Lip said a little too confidently. He elbowed Ian’s arm away and gave his brother’s ass a firm grope. “Fuck. If I had a break longer than 10 minutes, I’d take you for a second round.”

“Yeah?” Ian pushed against his older brother’s groin but it was his turn to elbow Lip away soon after.

Lip obligatory stepped back, his semi-hard cock slipping out of Ian. He watched unabashed as trails of cum leaked out of his brother.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Ian teased, mimicking the same words Lip told him weeks ago. He stood up straight, gripped his pants and underwear, and wiggled his hips as he pulled them up. No clean up. Ian wanted to return to work with Lip’s cum trickling out of him; he could tell Susan he spilled his drink during lunch and she’d believe it, with an eye-roll of course.

“I would but I’d probably get arrested,” Lip quipped casually. He dragged his pants and underwear up too, fastening a belt afterwards. “Smoke break?”

“Fuck yeah.”

The two Gallagher siblings found themselves outside, both sitting on the cement dock where trailers delivered frozen goods.

Ian exhaled a cloud of smoke, idly glancing at his wrist watch to check the time; Susan would be picking him up any minute now.

Lip looked heavenward, a serious expression lining his features.

Finally, Ian asked: “What’s up?”

The elder shrugged and flicked ashes to the side. “I.. I got a new job. Today is my last day at Patsy’s Pies.”

Ian’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?! W-when did you put in for a new job??”

“Couple weeks ago. Brad suggested I come work for him at his mechanic shop,” Lip shrugged. “Better pay.”

“Brad?...” Ian cocked his head.

“My sponsor. Hello?” Lip stared pointedly at his younger brother.

“Oh. Right.” Ian clearly had no clue who Lip was talking about. Sure, he’s aware Lip has been attending AA meetings, but Lip never mentioned a ‘Brad’ as far as Ian’s concerned. “Is he hot?...”

Lip barked out a laugh and shook his head, his curls bouncing with the gesture. “No. Fuck no. I’m not gay.”

Ian furrowed his brow.

“I mean… I’m gay for your ass I guess…. But no. Brad is married, he’s got a kid on the way, and he’s been helping me.”

“Helping? How so?” Ian scooted closer, suddenly forgetting the cigarette in his hand as it burned haphazardly near his fingers.

“Just, I dunno… He’s got dad advice and it’s been helpin’ me stay sober.” Lip looked at his brother and leaned into his side, brushing his shoulder against Ian’s own. “I’m not gonna fuck him okay? Don’t act like a jealous bitch.”

Ian huffed softly and turned his head, nosing into Lip’s neck. “Can’t help it. You’re sexy. Women want you. M’sure men want you too.”

“Hah.” Lip tilted his head back, giving Ian more access; he’d never admit but he liked clingy (jealous) Ian. “Aren’t I the lucky one?” He inhaled another dose of nicotine and turned his head to briefly press a kiss against Ian’s cheek. “I didn’t wanna tell you because I knew you’d react this way. It’s all men working there, and no I won’t fuck them.”

“What if they hire a hot biker chick?” Ian complained, adoring the kiss and seeking out more. He pressed a kiss to Lip’s mouth, but Lip pushed him back with his elbow.

“Easy tiger. Delivery truck could pull up at any time,” Lip explained, tapping his cigarette to get the ashes off.

Ian fretted but kept his complaints to himself. He finished the rest of his cigarette and snuffed it out on the pavement. “Does this mean we can’t fuck on lunch breaks?”

“Not for a while. Gotta pass my 90-day probationary period.” Lip also snuffed his cigarette out by rubbing it into the concrete.

“…….” Ian twisted his hands together, a sign he was upset.

“Ian-” Lip patiently sighed and took one of his brother’s hands, stroking his fingers over Ian’s knuckles. “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll figure something out, but I really need this job. I need a change.  A new start. And I don’t wanna mess that up…. Can’t fuck up my sobriety, ya know?”

Ian nodded solemnly and flipped his hand, fingers entwining with Lip’s own. “I know…”

“Aw, c’mon. Don’t be like that.” Lip squeezed Ian’s hand.

The redhead relaxed but he’s hardly comforted by Lip’s words. “Like what?”

“Like a spiteful girlfriend,” Lip punctuated his words by narrowing his eyes and using a firm tone.

“M’not jealous!” Ian fumed and yanked his hand away. He discarded his cigarette butt and stood up, suddenly pacing around Lip. “You got a new job without telling me. You're gonna have biker men all around you. How am I supposed to react Lip?!”

“Calm your tits,” Lip groused, suddenly standing and grabbing at Ian’s arm.

Ian halted and glared daggers at his brother.

“We’re not fucking boyfriends, you realize that, right?” Lip asked tensely, his hand squeezing harder around Ian’s arm.

“Yeah. I know. You remind me all the damn time,” Ian said, acid and bitterness dripping in his tone. He pulled his arm away, just in time for the ambulance to pull up.

Susan honked her horn and stuck out her arm to wave at Ian and Lip.

Lip weakly waved back, but by the time he turned his attention back to Ian, the guy was sauntering off the dock and towards the ambulance.

Both siblings lock eyes while Ian climbed in and buckled up.

The elder gave a mock wave, whereas Ian flipped him the middle finger.

“What the fuck Gallagher?” Susan pulled the vehicle out of the parking lot and turned onto a road. “You two have a fight or something?”

“Yeah. Kind of.” Ian stiffly shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Okay Isabelle. Maybe change your pad and pop a few Ibuprofen? We got a call on 8^th street, Lilac Lane, kid is choking on some toy he swallowed.”

“Oh shit.” Ian sat up straighter, “Hurry the fuck up then!”

“Fuck you-” Susan laughed, switching the sirens on before dangerously swerving through traffic.

*****

Things are tense in the Gallagher house, everybody notices it, but nobody says a thing.

Lip started his new job, which required putting on a grey uniform; a long-sleeve button down shirt and matching grey pants.

Ian found it attractive but he didn’t voice it. Instead, he moped around the house, deliberately avoiding Lip and refusing to acknowledge him.

The elder sibling had no issues with it. He secretly hoped Ian would stay his ass home and pout for days on end. Lip left when his ride showed up; Brad picked him up in a depleted station wagon that looked centuries older then Brad.

“Ay, I’m excited you’re comin’ to work with me,” Brad expressed, elbowing Lip playfully in the side.

“Me too. Couldn’t stand the fucking sight of dishes anymore,” Lip said, elbowing Brad back. “But I don’t know much about motorcycles. Are you sure your boss will hire me?”

“Done deal my man.” Brad nodded. “We need the extra workers, and it’s all hands-on, learn on the job bullshit. I’ll teach you, don’t you worry.”

“Cool.” Lip nodded.

Brad went into talking about the big blue book and Lip is forced to listen. They’re on the second step but it’s one Lip is having trouble with. ‘We came to be aware that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity’, such an absurd notion that Lip couldn’t wrap his head around. Yeah, he already admitted he has a drinking problem that he’s powerless over, but admitting that there was a God? A Buddha? A Creator? Something remotely spiritual? No. That’s not him. Both he and Brad have been over this over, and over again, but Lip still refused to acknowledge a higher power.

They pulled up to the motorcycle shop and Lip is surprised at how neat and clean the place is; he half-expected a rundown shit-show. “Not bad,” he commented, getting out of Brad’s archaic vehicle.

“Right? My uncle owns the place, renovated the shit out of it when he got his settlement,” Brad exclaimed, stepping out of his vehicle slamming the door hard enough to make the whole station wagon shake.

“Settlement?” Lip quirked a brow.

“Yeah. Some insurance thing, rich asshole crashed into him when he was out cruising on his motorcycle. Call it fate or some act of divinity, but now he owns several motorcycle shops.” Brad gestured for Lip to go in first.

“Divinity. Right.” Lip snapped his eyes and entered the building first, pleasantly surprised to find they had air condition AND coffee. He approached the counter and poured himself a decent cup of java, spooning in creamer and sugar afterwards.

“Hey cutie. That shit isn’t free.”

Lip looked up to see a woman behind a desk, arms covered in tattoos, and wearing a uniform similar to Lip’s but without sleeves. He blinked, his heart sinking slightly. She was beautiful and her cocky grin reminded Lip of his annoying brother. “Oh. Sorry. New guy here-” He was about to discard his coffee on the counter before Brad interrupted.

“C’mon Eddie, give him a break!” Brad waggled a finger at the receptionist. “He’s new alright and don’t go chasing him off. OH, and no fucking him either. We don’t need another angry wife harassing us at work.”

Eddie rolled her eyes but clearly looked Lip up and down with interest. “Alright, fine. Coffee is free for douchebag employees.”

Brad simply rolled his eyes and pulled Lip along.

Lip sipped on his coffee and glanced at Eddie. The two made eye-contact and Lip could swear up and down the girl subtly winked and blew him a kiss.

*****

It’s only Lip’s second day at the shop when he received an uninvited visitor.

Ian showed up around the afternoon in his EMT uniform, with two coffees in hand, Starbucks, the expensive shit with all that that cream and sugar Ian loved so much.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Lip snarled quietly, taking the dark mocha frappe meant for him.

“Wanted to get you coffee, is that so wrong?” Ian said, batting his eyes innocently. He looked the interior over but Lip was already nudging him to step outside. “Who’s the biker chick?”

“Eddie something, I don’t fucking know.” Lip made his brother leave the building and the two walked together, footsteps grinding over gravel. “Is this your jealous shit again? I told you I’m not gonna fuck anyone.”

“But she’s hot.” Ian exclaimed, “Your type. Bad girl. Piercings. Tattoos. Dark hair, remind you of anyone?” Ian asked meaningfully.

“I’m over Mandy,” Lip insisted, rolling his eyes. “Ian seriously, you’re overstepping personal boundaries. I don’t want you showing up here to my workplace. I don’t need that kind of suspicion hanging over my back, okay?”

Ian looked so sad that Lip regretted his words instantly.

“I’m…shit.” Lip used the back of his hand to wipe sweetened coffee off his mouth. “That’s not what I meant Ian, you know it. I actually like this job way more than fucking washing dishes at a crappy diner. I don’t get a lot privacy either, man. We’re all working on the ground floor, ALL the time. I’m still learning my way around a bike and I can’t have you distracting me.”

The redhead nodded while fidgeting with his drink; he hardly touched it. “Sorry…”

“No you’re not.” Lip glanced around before abruptly pulling Ian into the alleyway and kissing him.

Ian nearly dropped his caramel frappe but soon enough he’s sliding a hand behind Lip’s neck and pulling him closer, kissing him back with equal furiosity.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Lip mumbled against Ian’s soft lips. “Promise.”

“Okay.” Ian is already pressing his hips flush against Lip’s own, semi-hard from the kiss. He shifted his hand higher and carded his fingers through Lip’s soft curls. “You got enough time to make out?”

No. Lip didn’t have enough time but Ian is the exception. Lip answered by opening his mouth and shoving his tongue against Ian’s own, tasting delicious caramel and sugar.

It’s one of the sweetest kisses they ever shared.  

Notes:

I've had so much positive feedback and comments on this story that I decided "Hey, why not write a new chapter?" Thank you all for the support! <3

(Disclaimer: I updated the tags. If you don't like bottom Ian Gallagher then please don't read, especially don't comment. Idk why that last comment irked me so much, it did put me off on continuing but like I said, all the love and support inspired me to write. Also, my writing style kind of changed since I posted this, I hope it works and flows well enough)

Chapter 20

Summary:

Lip takes Ian out on a date.

As Lip promised, he made it up to Ian the following weekend.

First, Lip borrowed Brad’s rusty old station wagon and picked Ian up after his shift in the shop.

Ian had today off and was pleasantly surprised when Lip texted him to get ready. He didn’t ask questions. Simply threw on a pair of jeans, a faded green t-shirt, and a zip-up jacket before meeting Lip outside.

Liam and Carl exchanged confused looks when Ian rushed past the couch, nearly catapulting into the front door.

“Hot date?” Carl asked, comfortably seated in the recliner. He's currently on grievance leave and is milking the absolute shit out of it. Even if he didn't give a shit about Monica's death, he missed his brothers and sisters. Today is his last day, however, and he'll have to board a bus towards the early evening and head back to West Point Academy. At least, that's what his family presumed. 

“Date? No.” Ian casually lied. Of course, it was a fucking hot date… but he couldn’t reveal that information. He slipped on his shoes, nearly tripping over the mismatched shoes lining the entryway.

“Really hot, if he’s that excited,” Liam commented.

“Awww cute. I remember feeling that way about my first girlfriend,” Carl remarked. “She was kinda crazy. Checked my phone all the time, stalked me too and from school, and was constantly trynna sniff out other girl’s perfume on my clothes. Great tits though.”

“Charming,” Ian rolled his eyes.

“I will never date,” Liam declared, taking a sip of his Coke. “All of you are like walking PSA’s not to have sex.”

“Haha, fuck you-” Carl laughed over his beer and flipped his brother off.

“Just stating facts,” Liam shrugged.

As entertaining as the conversation was, Ian is shooting out of the door within seconds and dashing towards the… not-so-romantic station wagon? He opened the passenger side and slid in. “Whose car is this??”

“Brad’s,” Lip responded. He waited for Ian to close the door before shifting into drive and taking off down the road.

“You order Chinese food?” Ian asked, smelling the air while his stomach growled in anticipation.

“Uh huh.” Lip slapped Ian’s hand away when he tried to dig into the giant brown bag with a dragon logo printed on the center. “Wait until we get there.”

“Where?” Ian smiled and rubbed his hand.

“You’ll see. Now shut up and sit back,” he demanded, to which Ian’s thighs trembled in response.

*****

Highland Park. Ian hasn’t been here in years and neither has Lip. The rest of the young Gallaghers didn’t know such a place existed. Imagine the endless amounts of monkey bars, swings, see-saws, and merry-go-rounds, where random strangers would spin you until you’re too weak in the limbs and fly off into the dirt.

Nostalgia washed over Ian, and he smiled at the fond memories. He raised a brow as Lip drove past the park and to a remote area overlooking the city. “Was hoping you’d take me for a spin on the merry-go-round for old times’ sake?”

“Your ass,” Lip huffed. He drove the vehicle to a secluded spot, surrounded in trees and shrubs, and no playground in sight. He shifted into park and killed the engine. “There’s a blanket in the back, grab it?”

“Sure.” Ian leaned over his seat and grabbed it from the back.

Meanwhile, Lip is grabbing their food and drinks and stepping out of the vehicle.

Ian followed a second later, blanket in his arms. “This is a date, isn’t it? Evening picnic under the stars and shit.”  

Lip nodded. “Yeah. Got a problem with it?”

“It’s kinda gay.”

The eldest sibling threw up two middle-fingers at Ian’s smug face.

After his short bout of laughter passed, Ian shook the blanket out and laid it flat on the grass.  

Lip sat down and crossed his legs, while grabbing white boxes out of the bag. He passed Ian his drink, a diet Dr. Pepper (because Ian is weird like that), and a set of chopsticks. “They didn’t have silverware, sorry.”

“I’ll make do.” Ian took his drink, and he began sifting through the small boxes, finding his choice of chicken fried rice. He picked it up and used two fingers to scoop a bite full into his mouth.

“’Neanderthal,” Lip said with a chuckle. He used his chopsticks to pick up a large piece of sweet and sour pork and devoured it with a gulp.

“M’hungry,” Ian expressed through a mouthful of rice and chicken. He clumsily used his chopsticks to spoon more rice, chicken, vegetables, and fried eggs into his mouth. “What’s the occasion?” he asked, casting a curious look at his brother.

“Said I would make it up to you, remember?” Lip deliberately tossed a chow mein noodle at Ian’s face.

Ian squawked offensively and picked up the fallen noddle, swallowing it. “Don’t waste food!”

Lip scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes. “I paid dumbass.”

“Yeah, but still…” Ian devoured more chicken fried rice before switching to Lip’s sweet and sour pork.

Lip allowed Ian to take the box and he watched as Ian he tried to operate chopsticks, amusement reflecting in Lip’s eyes; this guy sucked at using chopsticks. “Might as well use your fingers then,” Lip teased lightly.

“Mmf,” Ian shot Lip a callous glare but gradually set the chopsticks aside and fingered fried pork pieces into his mouth. “So good,” he hummed. Ian devoured half the box before taking a pause and swallowing some diet Dr. Pepper. “Really appreciate this but you didn’t have to-”

“Wanted to,” Lip cut in. He leaned back on his hands, his shoulder brushing against Ian’s arm.

“Lip?...”

“Yeah?”

“Is this like… one of those terrible rom coms where the guy treats a girl out because he’s feeling guilty about wanting to break up with her?” Ian set his food aside.

Lip laughed but he quit as soon as he met Ian’s upset gaze. “No! Who even does that? I just wanted to take you out, feed you, maybe do some star gazing shit and fuck afterwards.”

Ian’s nose wrinkled but his anxiety diminished. “Oh.”

“Whaddya mean ‘oh’?”

“Nothing.”

“Ian-” The eldest sibling leaned into Ian’s personal space and kissed him on his jaw. “Not a mind reader. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“…..” Ian melted and caved under a single kiss; God he’s pathetic. “I… What am I to you, Lip?” He turned his head to face his brother. “You’re kissing me in public, granted when nobody is looking… You’re borrowing vehicles and taking me out on evening dates… Do you… Love me?”

Ian’s intense gaze made Lip uncomfortable, and he looked away, idly itching his eyebrow with a knuckle. “Course I love you but I don’t know what the fuck this is… What we’re doing… What we mean to each other-”

“Then you’d be okay if I hooked up with another guy?” Ian interrupted.

“What? Fuck no!” Lip snapped, turning his head, and giving Ian his undivided attention. “Look we can’t… We can’t be a couple and I know that’s what you want.”

“No shit,” Ian huffed in frustration. “Do you know what it’s like being a side piece? Or having to hide, duck, and dodge from other people like you’re a dirty little secret? Well, I’m quite fucking familiar with it and I hate it.”

Lip frowned and looked away again, contemplating his next choice of words. He doesn’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to long-term relationships… Eventually, everything blows up in his face and Lip doesn’t want that to happen with Ian. Jesus Christ, Lip is the oldest and he should know fucking better! He’s sleeping with his little brother and trying not to catch feelings. How messed up is that?

The blonde picked up his watered-down Mountain Dew and sipped on it.

“That’s what I thought,” Ian murmured bitterly. He made to stand up, but Lip’s quick hand grabbed him by his wrist and jerked him back down.

Ian stumbled onto his brother’s lap and scowled at him. “You seriously gotta knock that shit off.”

“What shit? Being manhandled? Thought you liked it,” Lip smirked. 

“I do, but not outside of the bedroom.” Annoyed as he is, Ian made no attempt to move. He leaned into Lip’s chest and kissed his neck. 

Lip exhaled a content sigh, enjoying the attention to his neck. He looped an arm around Ian and held him closer, nuzzling a kiss against the redhead’s temple. “Ian, what do you want from me?”

“More,” Ian said quietly, looking up at his brother.

“More?” Lip echoed.

“More than secret hook-ups. More than fleeting kisses when nobody is looking. More than longing stares. I want us to be a couple, Lip, the kind that can kiss and fuck anytime they want.”

“Okay, and what happens when our family finds out? Our co-workers, our friends, what happens then?”

Ian shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t care.”

“Ian-” Lip already felt an impending headache coming on. They’ve had this conversation a hundred times already; it either resulted in them fighting or fucking, sometimes both. “This could end in disaster.”

“How so?” Ian cupped Lip’s face and gently stroked.

“Our family could disown us?” Lip leaned into the touch.

“Pfft!” Ian rolled his eyes, “They haven’t disowned Frank.”

“Touché.” Lip rubbed at Ian’s leg, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We could both loose our jobs?”

“Based on what grounds?”

“Uh, incest and revulsion?”

“People have done worse.” Ian shrugged, “And we could get other jobs. C’mon Lip, you really think we’re the first siblings to fuck? Look at the Malkovich’s, half of that family is a result of incest and there’s more out there. What are you so afraid of? Is it your sexuality?”

“Naa.” Lip shook his head. “Never questioned my sexuality. I don’t feel attraction to other men…. Except you. I guess that could make me bi-sexual, but I don’t see myself fucking other dudes in the future.”

“Am I in your future?” Ian now held Lip’s face in both his hands, emerald eyes wide and shining; they practically glowed underneath the moonlight.

Crap. There it is… The look. Ian’s dumb puppy eyes, with his dumb (soft) mouth and his dumb (adorable) freckles. Lip would do anything for Ian.

“Always.” Lip’s blue eyes sweep over Ian’s mouth and catching the hint, Ian kissed him.

It starts off as slow and sweet, the two of them French kissing underneath the starry sky while lazily pawing at each other’s bodies. 

With each passing second, however, they grew increasingly horny. Neither of them spoke though. Neither wanted to be the first to break.

They’re kissing at each other desperately, all teeth and very little tongue. Ian rutted against Lip’s crotch, while Lip squeezed Ian’s ass though his pants.

It was the elder who conceded first.

“Take your fucking clothes off,” Lip growled, giving Ian’s hair a rough pull.

The delicious sting and the sound of Lip’s husky voice traveled straight to Ian’s dick. He did as he was told and quickly stripped his clothes.

Lip did the same thing, tearing his clothes off in record time and shoving Ian down against the blanket.

The redhead looked up and licked his lips enticingly as Lip crawled over to him. They wasted no time as Ian eagerly accepted Lip’s kiss and roughly pulled Lip down on top of him, always reveling in Lip’s comforting weight bearing down on him. Ian wrapped his legs around Lip’s thighs and arched upwards, greedy for more contact as their kiss deepened and Lip rocked against him.

The blonde pulled back so he could press his lips along Ian’s jawline until he was sucking on the column of Ian’s throat.

“Nnnn~” Ian writhed underneath his brother, his skin burning for more contact. Feeling cocky, Ian sighed overdramatically, causing Lip to stop and glance up. “Your foreplay sucks, m’bored.” That earned him a rough flip over onto his stomach and a hand fisting into his hair, which Ian met with a throaty laugh.

“Shut up,” Lip warned, though only out of indulgence for Ian’s kinks rather than real irritation. He dipped down to nip at Ian’s skin while he rocked his hard cock along the groove of Ian’s ass, delighting in Ian’s breathy moans and the demand of his body as Ian arched his back to press closer.

“Hurry up and fuck me already,” Ian ordered, only for Lip to yank his head back and growl into his ear.

“Fuck that. I’ll do whatever I want, and you’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”

A needy shudder rippled through Ian’s body, and he moaned, “Please...”

Satisfied by Ian’s submission, Lip leaned over the other and grabbed his jacket, bringing it over to his chest. He dug through the side pocket and pulled out a bottle of clear lube. He twisted the cap off, poured lube over his fingers, and some over his cock. He slicked himself up before leaning over Ian, “Open yourself up for me baby~”

Ian isn’t sure what he prefers more, the mean gruff of Lip’s voice when he’s throwing out commands, or the gentle lull when Lip asks nicely. Both drive Ian insane with lust. He raised himself on his hands and knees before reaching back and gripping his right butt cheek. He squeezed and pushed the plump cheek aside, exposing his tight rim of a hole.

“Fuck yeah…” Lip stroked himself faster and pressed closer, rubbing his leaking tip against the heat of Ian’s entrance. “Did you do any prepping before I picked you up?”

“W-what? No. You didn’t tell me to.”

“Jesus- Ian! I said I was picking you up and taking you out, you didn’t think to prep yourself before I got there?” Lip glanced around for the lube.

“Fuck it. I can handle it,” Ian insisted, pushing his ass against Lip’s cock.

“…I don’t wanna hurt you again,” Lip said, referencing the last time they skipped on prep; Ian had a bag of frozen vegetables glued to his ass for an entire week. Plus, the tearing and bleeding…. Finding blood on your cock is no picnic.

“Phillip Ronan Gallagher, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll bend you over the car and fuck you myself” Ian snarled dangerously.

That’s all the incentive Lip needed. He gripped Ian’s hip and pushed into the tight heat of Ian’s ass.

Ian braced himself, fisting the blanket and trying (but failing miserably) to contain his moans. He reached behind and wrapped his brother’s wrist in a death grip.

Lip wasn’t going to last very long. He realized that the moment he sank into Ian. Then again, he didn’t have to. He could tell by the way Ian gripped his wrist and cursed him incoherently as they fucked, that they were both at their wit’s end.

Never again will they go an entire week without sex.

Their voices filled the night air as they climaxed together, with Lip hunched over Ian, arms wrapped securely around Ian’s waist. “I fucking love you,” Lip confessed breathlessly in Ian’s ear as Lip rode out his release.

“Love you, ah, more,” Ian grunted, his sticky hand falling motionless on his dick.

That’s how they remained for the next half hour. Lip stroked up and down Ian’s body and Ian would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the possessiveness of it. They made out lazily, each taking turns capturing the other’s tongue and sucking on it. They pawed and pressed into each other, Lip taking it a little too far by pinching Ian’s nipples and making him whine pitifully. Lip immediately soothed the pain away with soft, warm kisses and all is forgiven.

Perhaps early ejaculation is a godsend because at least Ian didn’t tear anything this time around; he would make sure he adequately prepped for their next round back at home.

They put their clothes on and finished the rest of the Chinese takeout. Ian drank his soda up much too soon, so Lip gave him the rest of his Mountain Dew.

After Lip tossed their trash, he turned on the car radio and both he and Ian sprawled out on the hood for some star gazing.

“Little dipper,” Ian pointed out.

“Is that what Mickey calls it?”

“Shut up,” Ian elbowed his laughing brother in the side.

Lip rolled his eyes with a smile and pointed to the sky. “Orion.” He traced a finger from one star to the next.

“Not bad.” Ian searched the sky, his mouth upturned in a concentrated frown. “Hey, do you remember where Leo is at?”

“Hmm.” Lip reviewed the star constellations in his head; he had a photographic memory that served him well on occasions like this. “Right there.” He pointed Ian in the right direction.

The redhead smiled. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Is Leo still your favorite?”

“Yeah, cause’ of The Lion King.”

“Right, man you used to watch that movie over and over until you could recite the lines by memory.” Lip chuckled at the annoyingly fond memories.

Ian cleared his throat and said in deep voice, “I’m only brave when I have to be. Being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble.”

“The past can hurt, but the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it,” Lip said in a (poorly) constructed accent.

The siblings burst into side-splitting laughter.

“Fuckin’ Rafiki spitting Jedi wisdom all the damn time,” Ian had to wipe tears from his eyes.

“And that little fucker goes around hitting Kings on the head with his stick, acting like they won’t rip his shirt apart and eat him.”

The second they made eye-contact, Ian and Lip are consumed by another spell of laughter. This time it’s Lip who had to wipe happy tears off his face.  

Out of nowhere a familiar song reverberated from the car radio speakers-

Whispered something in your ear
It was a perverted thing to say

Ian sprang up so fast that it startled Lip. “Up,” he demanded.

“What?” Lip furrowed his brow in confusion.

“Up!” Ian repeated urgently. He hopped off the car hood and gestured for Lip to do the same.

Lip’s shoes barely touched the ground when Ian suddenly wrapped his arms around Lip’s waist. “What are you-” Lip trailed off once he realized what Ian was doing. “Uh, not much of a dancer…” That was Ian’s thing.

“I know, but it’s the perfect way to end our date. Plus, I haven’t heard this song in years.” Ian gave Lip the look and Lip will be damned if that didn’t have some weird voodoo magic hold over him.

“Alright, fine.” Lip hated the fact he was shorter and had to wrap his arms around Ian’s shoulders, like he was the chick. “You can lead.”

Ian’s smile grew impossibly bigger, and it made Lip’s heart thrum. As instructed, Ian took the lead, choosing to sway back and forth to the slow tempo, all the while pressing his forehead against Lip’s own and staring into those gorgeous blue eyes.

When we dance in my living room
To that silly '90s R&B
When we have a drink or three
Always ends in a hazy shower scene

It’s strangely intimate and personal, so much in fact Lip glanced away uncomfortably.

“Look at me,” Ian whispered calmly.

Lip made a face, but he listened and turned to stare at Ian, who looked star-struck and hopelessly in love. It made the elder blush.

Nothing's gonna hurt you baby
As long as you're with me you'll be just fine
Nothing's gonna hurt you baby
Nothing's gonna take you from my side

The two swayed and slow danced their way across the grass and dirt, stars and moonlight their only source of light. Ian pressed closer, until his nose touched Lip’s cheekbone, and Lip didn’t mind.

“This is so gay,” Lip commented quietly.

“Yeah. Do you want to stop?” Ian nuzzled a kiss against the corner of Lip’s mouth, tongue barely teasing the corner.

“No.”  Lip tightened his grip around Ian’s shoulders and turned his head to capture Ian’s tongue between his teeth, lightly nibbling on it.

Ian wriggled and cupped Lip’s face none too gently, forcefully pushing his tongue into Lip’s warm mouth.

They kissed. They danced. They groped. They rutted against each other until they’re both too riled up.

Ian is already pulling his pants down when Lip stopped him.

“No. Wanna fuck your mouth,” Lip said.

And if that didn’t make Ian’s blood rush South… He got down on his knees before Lip, resting his hands on Lip’s thighs as he began working the zipper down.

Lip deliberately pushed Ian’s hands away and growled softly, “Use your teeth.”

Well. Shit. Ian squeezed his thighs together, his cock twitching in anticipation. He mumbled a soft “Uh huh.” He leaned up and used his teeth to clasp around the metal zipper-

“Is someone there?” A stranger’s voice called. “You know this place is off limits to pedestrians! I will have to call the police and report you.”

Great. Not only was this asshole interrupting a promising blow job, but they’re a nark too. 

“Let’s get outta here,” Lip whispered, zipping his pants up.

Ian is already on it. He scrambled for the blanket and tossed it into the back seat while climbing into the front passenger side.

Lip tried to quietly close the door but soon lost fortitude when a cell phone camera flashed a few yards away. “Shit!” He started the station wagon, shifted into drive, and peeled away from there like a bat out of hell.

Ian’s heart is hammering inside his chest, his clumsy hands trying to work the seatbelt over his chest. “Oh shit. Do you think they got pictures of us?! Or Brad’s license plate number?! Jesus, Brad is gonna kill you.”

“He won’t,” Lip rolled his eyes and reached over to take Ian’s hand. “Quit panicking. It’s too dark outside, whatever pictures they took are probably blurry and unrecognizable.”  

“Y-yeah but-”

“But nothing.” Lip raised Ian’s hand and pressed a kiss over the knuckles. “I’ll take the fall if anything happens. Worst case scenario, I pay a fine for public trespassing. You were never there.”

The kiss to his hand calmed Ian down in seconds. He interlocked their fingers and rubbed Lip’s hand. “I think we made progress tonight.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Lip signaled right and turned down a dark road that had more potholes than it did streetlights; he memorized where each pothole was though and steered clear of them.

“Whenever we talk about us…. We always end up fighting or fucking. Technically we did fuck later but it wasn’t because we were angry and needed to take our frustrations out. We had an open discussion, expressed what we wanted, and moved on from there. I know we don’t have a solution right now, but I think it still counts as progress, don’t you?”

Lip raised both brows. “Hm… Yeah, I guess it does count.” There were no screaming matches. They didn’t throw hands. More importantly Lip didn’t have any of the residual shame and guilt when talking to Ian. “You told me what you want for us, but I don’t recall telling you what I want.”

“Not explicitly, no.” Ian clutched his brother’s hand, “But you said and did enough for me tonight that I do know.”

“Yeah? I’ll bite.” Lip casted his attention to Ian, who’s loving smile produced butterflies in Lip's stomach.

“You want a future with me. Whether or not we’re a couple. Whether or not we’re banging. You want me by your side, Lip and you’ll do absolutely everything and anything to make sure I’m happy, even at your own expense.” Ian raised their hands and gently kissed over Lip’s knuckles and wrist, pressing an affirming kiss to Lip’s pulse point. “Am I wrong?”

Lip looked back to the road, heat crawling into his neck and face. He didn’t say anything, rather squeezed Ian’s hand. All this mushy lovey-dovey crap is enough to give Lip a toothache but not enough to wipe the idyllic smile off his face.

Notes:

My gawd you have NO idea how long this idea has been living rent free in my head. I wanna see Lip and Ian slow dance to "Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby" by Cigarettes After Sex. Perfect song for this scene (and the overall vibe it sets).

I enjoyed myself. This was so much fun to write~

Chapter 21

Summary:

Lip and Ian return from their date but Lip has to return Brad's vehicle. Brad says some things that upset Ian and it brings out the worst in him- his jealous streak. They arrive home to a surprise party and Carl has to get some things off his chest. Once more, the Gallaghers come together and offer both support and comfort for one of the youngest siblings.

Brad heard a knock at the door and his heavily pregnant wife glanced up at her husband, her head resting on his lap.

“That must be Lip?” she inquired. “He’s back early.”

“Yeah, he is, isn’t he? I told him at least by midnight but it’s what-” Brad glanced at the clock, “-only 10pm. Maybe he struck out?”

That made Brad’s wife giggle and it trailed off into a painful groan when trying to push herself up into a sitting position.

“Easy honey,” Brad said, while gently gripping his wife by her arms and hoisting her up.

“Ah…this little turd is sitting on my bladder,” she admitted after successfully adjusting and getting comfortable on the couch. She rubbed her enlarged stomach and gestured to the door when the doorbell sounded. “Okay go check on your boy. Also, inspect the car, make sure there’s no damage.”

“Ay, I trust my boy Lip. He’s been on the straight and narrow for some time now.” Brad kissed his wife on the cheek before standing up and meandering away from the living room. He approached the front door, checked the peephole, and opened the door with a boisterous greeting. “LIP!!!”

“Hey.” Accustomed to Brad’s overenthusiastic nature, Lip remained calm and collected, whereas Ian was looking bug-eyed from the salutation.

Brad pulled Lip in for a quick one-arm hug and his gaze landed on Ian. “You must be Ian?” Brad pulled back. “You didn’t say it was a double date, or was your brother the third wheel?”

Puzzled, Ian repeated “Third wheel?....”

Lip swallowed a lump in his throat and raised his hand to explain-

“Yeah, I figured Lip would finally give into that succubus of a receptionist, Eddie. The way she’s always hanging onto Lip’s arm and giving him heart eyes. I tell ya-” Brad laughed and slapped Lip on the shoulder, “-never seen her chase dick that hard before. Most of the newbies hook up with her on their first day on the job.”

“Chase dick…. right.” Ian turned his head and pointedly stared at his brother’s reddening face. “Huh. My brother failed to mention his work crush.”

“I don’t have a fuckin’ work crush,” Lip grumbled, avoiding Ian’s laser eyes. “And I told ya, it wasn’t a date, Brad. Had a few errands to run and Ian came along for the ride.” Fetching the keys out of his pocket, Lip returned them to the elder gentleman.

“Oh ho! Okay, whatever you say.” Brad winked, taking the keys and dangling them from his fingers. “You coming to AA tomorrow night?”

Lip nodded, still avoiding Ian’s burning gaze. “Yeah. I’ll be there, man.” He gestured with a head tilt for Ian to follow him as he moved off the porch steps. “Give your wife my best?”

“Will do, champ.” Brad waved them off and went back inside, closing and locking the door behind himself.

Stuffing his hands into his jacket pocket, Lip took long strides away from his sponsor’s house with Ian trailing behind him, literally radiating anger like a nuclear bomb.

“Eddie… Eddie the hot biker chick likes you? Heart eyes. Hanging on your arm. Wanting to suck your dick… You told me I shouldn’t worry.” Ian spoke tersely, his tone verging on the edge of shouting.

Lip tensed. Fuck. Why did Brad have such a big fucking mouth? It wasn’t like Lip was returning Eddie’s affections, let alone reporting her inappropriate behavior; she had a habit of rubbing her tits on his arm, or groping him, and flat out saying she’d love to ride a guy like him. Lip has been dealing with some serious sexual harassment at work and Ian is misconstruing everything.

Ian’s animosity forced Lip to turn around and abruptly clutch his brother by his shoulders. “Brad doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about. I don’t like Eddie like that. I like you, Ian.”

The redhead furrowed his brow in disbelief and scoffed. “You can’t have the best of both worlds, Lip. You’re either with me,” his voice turned harsh, “-or you’re not. I’m not gonna be your fucking second opt-”

In Lip’s defense, kissing Ian was most likely the fastest (and non-confrontational) way to shut him up once he got a full head of steam going. It was also reassuring how easily Ian reversed course and leaned into it too.

Ian threw his arms around Lip’s waist and drew him closer till their bodies smashed together.

They made out briefly but had to break away when a car drove by; they’re not technically in Southside yet but close enough to where somebody could recognize them under the dim streetlight.

Red-faced and flustered, Ian ground his hands into his pants pocket and shot Lip a long side-eyed glance. “We’re not done. I’m gonna have a talk with this Eddie bitch-”

“Like hell you will.” Lip laughed and resumed walking, this time Ian joined him by his side. “Look, I can’t control what other people do, let alone how they feel. You don’t hear me getting pissy over those at-risk youth hittin’ on ya.”

Ian shot Lip a stern look and opened his mouth-

“Don’t even try,” Lip snapped. “You and Trevor aren’t together anymore but you love those kids. You’re still playing Superman and taking care of them, even if Trevor’s there talking mad shit to your face.”

“…..” Ian huffed and stared firmly at the sidewalk. “What, you keepin’ tabs on me now?”

“You do the same to me.”

“How?” Ian looked back up and narrowed his eyes.

“You saved one of my coworker’s life, Charlie, when he nearly overdosed last month. You asked him if I was flirting or talking to anyone at work and he said no, said I keep to myself.” Lip exuded confidence and he shot his little brother a smirk. “Am I lying?”

“Y-yeah… No. Shit!” Ian could rip his hair out right now. He avoided Lip’s smug expression and fidgeted with the balls of lint in his jacket pockets. “I trusted the guy! Why’d he nark on me?”

Lip shrugged. “Bros over hoes I guess?”

Ian slammed his elbow into Lip’s shoulder, to which Lip stumbled and barked laughter.

Rubbing his aching shoulder, Lip stopped at the crosswalk and looked left to right. “He didn’t know you and I were related. He figured you were some crazy stalker or a tweaker, hence why he told me after you left. Don’t be pissed at Charlie, he was looking out for me.”

“Fucking Charlie…Shoulda let his prehistoric ass die in the rig.” Ian bristled and waited alongside Lip until the crosswalk light changed.

Both siblings walked, matching strides, and walking close enough their arms brushed.

“You don’t mean that,” Lip mused softly.

“No, I don’t.” Ian sighed. “After watching Monica and Frank OD so many times… I’m not desensitized to it. I wanna save everybody. I hafta save everybody.”

“My hero~” Lip cooed, nudging his elbow into Ian’s side.

Ian wrapped his arm around Lip’s own, leaning into his side. “This okay? Till we get close, I’ll-”

“It’s fine.” Lip squeezed Ian’s arm and leaned up to nuzzle a kiss against the underside of Ian’s jaw. “Your jealousy is fucking adorable and I... I think I’m falling hard for you.” Admitting it aloud terrified Lip but they were beyond the point of no return. Their lives might spiral. They might crash and burn all of their bridges but at least they’ll be together when and if it happens.

Lip’s confession had Ian’s heart jackhammering inside his chest, but the redhead played it off by snorting conceitedly. “Why are you so obsessed with me?”

That earned Ian a hard smack to the forehead, the sound echoing in the dark streets.

Both Gallagher siblings took off chasing each other down the sidewalk towards their home. One threw clumps of mud, the other threw pieces of garbage. They tried pushing and tripping each other, laughing the rest of the way home.

*****

The delightful scent of pizza and beer floated through the air, prompting Lip and Ian to freeze when they entered the living room; they had assumed everyone would be sleeping. They’re quick to put a few feet of distance between themselves.

Fiona is dancing with Vee while Mariah Carey’s ‘Fantasy’ blasted through the shoddy T.V. speakers.

Kev is attempting to wrangle his twins, who are waving steak knives around like pinwheels.

Franny is in the kitchen playing with slime and (toy) dinosaurs at the table.

Liam is casually fist bumping on the couch, but his attention is strictly focused on the 1995 version of Mariah Carey gyrating on the T.V. Go figure, every Gallagher is Mariah Carey fan.

Debby is nowhere to be seen, probably out hitting the clubs if she secured a babysitter among her family.

Ian kicked his shoes off and walked in first, glancing around at the festivity. “Wow. What’s the occasion?”

Lip removed his shoes a second later, but he barely took a few steps when a flash of movement made him jump back-

Carl whooped excitedly and leapt off the staircase, landing on Ian’s back and monkey clinging to him. The force of his tackle nearly made Ian topple over the couch.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Ian clung to the back of the couch, prepared to throw fists-

“CARL!” It was Lip who shouted next.

Ian looked over his shoulder to face his grinning, younger brother. “That was a dick move!”

Carl laughed and let go, sliding off Ian’s back. He’s dressed in casual attire, trunks and a tank top, missing the West Point Academy issued uniform which confused Lip.

Shrugging his jacket off and hanging over a coat rack, Lip approached the brunette and ruffled his hair. “Hey bud. Thought you were heading out today? Did you miss your bus?”

Ian suddenly threw his arm around Carl’s neck and put him in a chokehold. “Yeah, what’s up with that?”

“Gah!” Carl flexed his neck muscles and grabbed at Ian’s arm. He walked backwards, attempting to shove Ian into whatever hard surface they reached first.

Lip shook his head, chuckling at the rough horseplay; he wasn’t interested in intervening.

“Hey, hey, hey watch the beer!” Vee grabbed the 6-packs of Budweiser from the coffee table that Carl and Ian nearly knocked over. She heard Kevin fussing in the kitchen looked over to see one of her daughters stabbing a pile of slime with a knife. “JEMMA YOU PUT THAT KNIFE DOWN OR SO LORD HELP ME I WILL SKIN MR. GLITTER SPARKLES ALIVE!”

Jemma jumped at her mother’s shrill voice and quickly threw the knife across the kitchen floor.

“Mr. Glitter Sparkles?” Fiona inquired.

“Her favorite stuffed animal,” Vee explained.

“Thank God,” Kev sighed in relief and picked up the knife, depositing it into the sink. “Man, they get faster and smarter every year.”

Vee rolled her eyes. “That’s kind of the whole point of growing up.” Although, her husband was stunted in the intelligence part. “Kev go check on Amy. She went upstairs and lord knows which Gallagher room she’s digging in.”

Fiona giggled and playfully shoved her friend. “No drugs this time, I promise.” She watched Kevin race upstairs.

“What about your stash of weed?”

“Got it on me,” Fiona said, producing a small bag that had several rolled joints. “For safekeeping, since Frank has been sniffin’ around.”

“Good call.” Vee nodded approvingly.

“Uncle! UNCLE!” Carl is slapping at Ian’s arm frantically.

Ian smirked and released Carl’s neck, to which the brunette gasped for air. “They didn’t teach you how to disarm a headlock at West Point? Pathetic.”

“They taught me. I just didn’t wanna break your neck,” Carl flipped Ian the middle finger. He messaged his sore neck with the other hand and addressed Lip’s question. “I um… It’s hard to explain.”

Ian figured it out straightaway. “You got kicked out of West Point, didn’t you?”

Apparently, it’s not that hard to explain.

Carl made a face, like he’s both offended and astonished at his brother’s accusation.

Fiona had already found the expulsion letter buried in Carl’s dresser; kid hides all his important shit in the same spot, has been since he was 5-years-old. She hadn’t brought it up yet and figured Carl would in his own time. That’s why she bought pizza and drinks, inviting Vee and Kev over. She was hoping to create a fun and safe environment for Carl to feel comfortable enough to talk about what happened at the academy.

Vee nudged Liam behind the head and gestured to the remote, then the T.V.

Liam turned the music down, so it wasn’t blaring anymore.

It got quiet, too quiet even for Franny, who looked up from her multi-color slime pile.

Jemma didn’t notice the change in the atmosphere, and she played beside Franny, mixing green slime with pink slime.

Kev can be heard upstairs hunting for his daughter, Amy, who evidently is a master at hide-and-seek.

Carl shifted uneasily from one foot to the next. “There was this guy, Taron, real piece of work, stereotypical bully whose father happened to be the staff sergeant of our squadron. He beat up this one kid just for asking a question about mealtimes and shit just got worse from then on out. Nobody stood up for the kid, he got terrorized every day and I finally did something about, since no one else would. Filled up a pillowcase with rocks and while Taron was on patrol duty, I jumped him and beat the living shit out of him.”

“Did you kill him?” Liam asked, peeking over the couch.

“No, no. Taron lived but had to stay in ICU for a week. I figured he’d be smart enough to keep his mouth shut. Snitches get stitches, ya know? But that asshole reported me to the sergeant, and he petitioned for my immediate discharge.”

“Oh, sweetie…” Fiona walked over to her younger brother and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Carl hugged his sister back and rested his head against her shoulder. “Didn’t wanna disappoint you guys. I was a few months away from finishing and I fucked it all up…”  

Everybody listened and the one who empathized most is Lip. He wanted to do right by his family and make them proud by graduating college. However, his alcoholism reached its peak during college, and he sabotaged his own life and dreams. He was ashamed to tell his siblings about it for the longest time.

Ian shifted closer and rested a hand on Carl’s back, leaning down to press firm kiss against his brother’s curly brown hair. “Hey man, you did the right thing. You helped another cadet out. You’re a fuckin’ good soldier in my book.” Carl’s compassionate nature is greatest strength and Ian will be damned if he’s going to let his little brother feel broken up about it.

Lip wrapped his arms around Ian, Fiona and Carl. “None of us are disappointed in you. As a matter of fact, I think I can speak for all of us here, we’re fuckin’ proud of you Carl. Screw West Point. Screw nepotism. You’re home where you belong and we’ll figure out the next step, together. Ya got that?”

Carl sniveled and wiped the tears away before they breach. “You guys went soft on me. Pa-thet-ic.” He annunciated each syllable by dragging them out.   

The older Gallagher siblings chuckled.

Liam hopped off the couch and he ran up to his family, throwing himself into the group hug. “Love you, Carl.”

“Love you too, little man.” Carl gripped Liam by his arm and pulled him in for a hug.

Franny didn’t know what was going on but she wasn’t one to pass up a hug. She took Jemma’s slime covered hand and the two tots raced out of the kitchen and into the living room. Franny hugged Ian’s leg and Jemma attached herself to Lip’s leg.

“D’aww, if that isn’t the sweetest thing I ever did see.” Vee strolled over to the group and she draped her arms around as many of the Gallaghers’ as she could. Resting her head on Ian’s shoulder, Vee opened her mouth and began to sing. “Carl? Cannn you feel the looooove tonight? The peace the evening bringsss~ The world, for once, in perfect harmonyyy~ With allllllll its living things~”

“Oh my God Vee, shut up-” Carl is burning bright red, smushed between his family and friends.  

“Did someone put a Disney movie on?” Kev asked, descending the stairs and arriving at the bottom with Amy in his arms. He blinked at the assemblage of huggers. “Shit. Did I miss something important? Vee, what did I miss?!” He sounded hysterical with worry.

“Just get over here-” Vee waived her husband over.

“I gotta get in on this action!” Kev bounded over as happy as can be. He passed Amy to Vee and with his massive arms he encircled his friends and wife, squeezing them in a tight bear hug.

“Okay I feel better now. You guys can let go.” Carl wiggled in the center, pushing at his siblings to back off.

“Naaa, this your fate Carl. You have to accept it,” Fiona said.

“What fate?!” Carl struggled harder.

“Death by love?” Ian suggested, grinning as Carl elbowed him in the chest.

“Death by love,” Fiona agreed.

“Death by love,” everyone said in unison.

Franny, Jemma and Amy mumbled in their baby language, but it did sound spooky, as though they were agreeing.

“I’m suffocating, seriouslyyyyy!” Carl whined, failing to break free from the group hug. He gave up on escaping and allowed his family and friends to smother him with affection. It’s the first time in a long time that he’s experienced unconditional love and their efforts proved helpful. Carl is no longer anxious about the future.

The singing started up again. “Come stop your crying, it will be alright~ Just take my hand, hold it tight~ I will protect you-”

“VEEE!!!” Alright, Carl is about to dropkick someone's teeth in, and he doesn’t care who it is.

Notes:

Carl was definitely disappointed when he got kicked out of West Point, I know it doesn't look like he expresses emotions all too much but maybe he internalized it (until he snapped at that one gunman later on in the series). So even though we don't see the Gallagher family express their concerns for Carl when he got booted, I decided to write like the fluffiest group hug scene ever.

The one line where it says "It's the first time in a long time that he's experienced unconditional love and their efforts proved helpful." It's not say that his family doesn't love him, he gets plenty of love when he goes home for holidays. I was referring to his time spent away from home, for months? Years? It doesn't specify but yeah, that's what I was getting at for that line in case anyone was confused.

Vee and her singing Disney songs is headcannon for me xD She would know every classic Disney movie and all the new/recent stuff too. She sings with her daughters all the time and since she's drunk/buzzed, I figured it was perfect timing for her to sing some Disney songs to Carl.

Chapter 22

Summary:

Fiona's introspection alongside a short time skip.

Fiona is beginning to suspect Lip and Ian might be in an inappropriate relationship. It scares her to death to make such horrid accusations, but the signs are there. She wants to confront them but at the risk of being wrong, she's turning a blind eye.

Lip and Ian continue to take risks, and one such risk almost gets them caught.

All is well in the Gallagher household.

Ian is taking his meds and he’s got a job that he loves.

Lip is sober and part of the AA community. He also has a job that he enjoys, even if it’s not for multimillionaire company, it pays the bills.

Carl moved into the basement and is currently looking for employment. He expressed interest in joining the police academy on the advice of his ex-girlfriend’s father.

A cop in the Gallagher family? Imagine that.

Liam is starting junior high at the same public school all his siblings attended. The private school no longer funded Liam’s scholarship. Frank undoubtedly had something to do with it.

Debbie is taking up welding and Frannie is attending daycare. A legitimate daycare, not one of those shady places in someone’s basement that Debbie found in the Pennysaver.

Fiona is still managing Patsy’s Pies but now she’s invested in a personal project. She purchased the laundromat down on 5^th avenue and is presently renovating it. A good laundromat can make a killing, made possible once she gets the building up to code.

Yes. All is right with the world.

But why does Fiona feel otherwise? Something is going on. There’s a shift among them and she doesn’t know when it happened, or who caused it.

Lip, Ian, Debbie, Carl, and Liam are her babies. She became a full-time mother at 9-years-old and has since raised them into productive young adults (mostly productive). She clothed them. Bathed them. Fed them. Walked them to school if they missed their bus. Kissed their booboos better. Consoled them after every breakup. Made them chicken noodle soup on their sick days.

By no means were they wealthy. They’re the literal definition of white trash but Fiona made sure her siblings never went without. Those kids are everything to her. Her world revolves around them. That’s why she sacrificed her childhood, so they could have one.

If asked to do it all over again, the answer is simple.

Hell, yes.

That being said, Fiona knew a thing or two about her siblings and their behavioral patterns. She doesn’t believe anyone is explicitly lying to her but they’re hiding something. Her money is on Carl because duh, the whole cop thing came out of a left field and shocked everybody. Maybe Debbie is pregnant again, but Fiona hoped to God that wasn’t the case, Debbie can barely handle her one and only daughter. Liam is exempt from all suspicious activity, the only thing that kid does is school and homework.

Ian and Lip are her primary concern. When they relapse, they relapse HARD, inflicting chaos and destruction wherever they go. Come to think about it, those two went off the deep end around the same time last year. Getting kicked out of college triggered Lip, whereas Ian said his breakup with Trevor and missing Mickey Milkovich is what set him off.

Fiona didn’t question it. She trusted her brothers and let’s face it, everybody has demons, and nobody is perfect (especially a Gallagher).

What’s unusual though is how Lip and Ian have been sleeping in the same bedroom for a better part of the year. In the beginning it made sense. Ian was scared Lip might take off and self-destruct again, and Lip was concerned for Ian’s health and wanted to make sure he was taking his medications. Those two knuckleheads may fight and bicker, but they sure as hell love each other.

So what if they shared a bed? Fiona had to share her bed with Lip and Ian until she was a teenager. Although she did suggest they move the extra twin bed into the room but it remains in Liam’s, unused except for Frank’s occasional overnight stays.

It’s perfectly acceptable for relatives to sleep in the same bed, even if they’re grown men…

Nothing weird about it at all. They’re thriving and Fiona is happy they’re happy.

Still, Fiona can’t shake the feeling her brothers are not telling her something. It sits in the back of her mind, nagging and buzzing like an annoying mosquito that can’t be located and squished. Well, that’s what she intended to do. Squish the ugly feeling and be done with it.

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“Morning Fi.” Ian reached around his sister and grabbed a slice of buttered toast from her plate.

“Hey!” Fiona tried to snatch it back, but Ian threw the whole thing into his mouth and chomped away. “Asshole.”

“Love you too!” Ian cackled and dodged a swinging arm.

Fiona rolled her eyes and plucked her coffee mug from the kitchen counter. She moved to the table and sat down. “You’re off today?”

“No, I wish.” Ian took mug from the cupboard and prepared himself coffee. “They got me on swing shift. Going in at 7:00pm tonight.”

“Ouch. Goodluck with that.” Fiona isn’t fond of overnight shifts, but she worked plenty of them when she was around Ian’s age.

“Jesus, why’s everyone up so early on a Saturday?”

Fiona and Ian looked up to see Lip ambling into the kitchen, his hair a wild, shaggy mess. When Lip yawned and stretched, his t-shirt rode up, revealing a section of skin above his waist.

Ian brazenly stared.

Fiona noticed the stare and she glanced too, curious to see if there was something crawling on Lip’s stomach. There was nothing there and Ian still stared. It’s not the first time but Fiona is paying closer attention now. “I have to open up at Patsy’s today, Cheryl called in sick.”

“Lame.” Lip finished stretching and went to grab a coffee mug for himself.

“Nice bedhead,” Ian teased, and he reached out to ruffle Lip’s curls.

Lip swatted Ian’s hand away. “You’re worse than Franny.”

“But I’m cuter though, right?” Ian gave it a second attempt and tried to infiltrate Lip’s curls.

The elder grabbed his little brother by his wrist and snorted. “In your dreams maybe.”

“Wet dreams?” Ian purred innocently.

“You’re disgusting.”

“You love it.”

“I don’t.”

“Liar.”

Lip held onto Ian’s wrist a little too long.

They looked at each other, Ian grinning like a goofball, and Lip trying his damndest not to smile.

Fiona observed how Lip released Ian’s wrist, how he slid his hand back slowly, brushing his hand over Ian’s own. It’s a subtle, intimate gesture and it made her stomach churn painfully. She could be reading too much into it. It might not mean anything.

It could mean something though and Fiona is fucking terrified to ask because what if she’s wrong? Would her brothers hate her for making heinous accusations?  Would they move out? Stop talking to her altogether? Oh God, she wouldn’t survive the heartache.

What if you’re right? The nagging voice bounced around inside her head. What if Lip and Ian are doing something inappropriate behind closed doors? It’s wrong to think like that but it’s there. The way their hands linger too long, the constant staring, the flirtatious remarks, always going everywhere together, sharing a bed-

“What if you’re right?” The voice said aloud. Fiona could hear it clear as day.

“Fi?”

Fiona jumped at the light touch on her shoulder, not realizing Ian was sitting right next to her. “What?!”

“I said are you alright? Christ you’re jumpy.” Ian took a swig of coffee.

“You were zoning out there for couple minutes,” Lip pointed out. He slathered butter and jelly on his toast and soon joined his siblings at the table.

“Oh.” The brunette sighed and dragged her hands over her face.

“What’s going on Fiona?” Lip spotted Ian’s hand snaking its way across the table and he quickly swiped his plate away.

Ian pouted once the toast was out of reach.

“Physical and mental exhaustion.” Fiona took a drink of coffee and met Lip’s worried gaze. “I’m tired from doing all the renovations by myself. Kev and Vee help sometimes, but only if they can find a sitter.”

“Shit, for real? All by yourself?” Lip shook his head. “How come you didn’t ask us?”

“Because you two already have full time jobs.” Fiona smiled tiredly at her brothers. “I don’t want you working around the clock and suffering burnout like me.”

“That’s not the Gallagher way,” Ian said. He put his hand over Fiona’s own and gave it a comforting squeeze. “I wish you said something earlier but now that we know, me and Lip can help you with your laundromat.”

“I…” Fiona interlaced their fingers and held Ian’s hand. “Are you sure?” She looked from Ian to Lip, eyes watery as though she might cry.

“Ian’s right. We’re Gallaghers and even if we weren’t, it’d be pretty fucked up to let our sister work herself to death.” Lip devoured a slice of toast and spoke between bites. “I don’t work today, and Ian’s shift doesn’t start till the evening. Why don’t you take the day off from Patsy’s and we’ll tackle the laundromat.”

“Okay.” Fiona scrubbed the tears away with the back of her hand. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Are you gonna eat your toast?” Ian asked.

Fiona jerked her hand out of Ian’s grip and grabbed her toast before stuffing it inside her mouth. “That answer your question?” she said through a mouthful.

Ian laughed and promptly flipped his sister the middle finger. “Dick.”    

“You are what you eat,” Fiona countered.

“Gross.” Ian rolled his eyes, “But I do enjoy eating dick. Hey Fi, how much you wanna bet I get more dick than you?”

Lip choked on a piece of toast. He coughed and coughed, spraying crumbs and saliva all over the table. “Do. You. Mind?” He wheezed.

Fiona and Ian howled.

Ian shifted into the seat next to Lip, raised his hand, and smacked the other on his back a few times. “Like I always tell Franny, CHEW your food!”

“Fuck you.” Lip elbowed his brother away and downed half of his coffee to soothe the itchy burn in his throat.

Fiona calmed down after a bit, having to wipe tears away from laughing too hard. “Oh my God… My stomach hurts, and on a serious note Ian, I get the most dick out of this family.”

“Please, I don’t want that image in my head” Lip practically begged, and he gave Ian a pointed look.

Ian flashed a cheeky grin at his brother. “I doubt that.”

Lip rolled his eyes so hard they could’ve popped out of his skull.

“Are you seeing someone?” Fiona inquired.

“Huh?” Ian’s attention snapped back to his sister.

“If you’re getting dick all the time, you must have a boyfriend?”

“I don’t.” Ian shook his head.

Fiona furrowed her brow and stared at Ian. “Random hookups then? Are you on Grindr?”

“Grindr?...” Shit. Ian didn’t think this through. He looked to Lip for help.

Lip ignored his little brother and dusted crumbs off his t-shirt. Leave it to the only gay ginger in the family who doesn’t have a clue what Grindr is.

Poor Ian. Kid had that deer-in-the-headlights expression, so Fiona decided not to push it. “Well at least one of us had fun last night.”

“Who’s the lucky guy?” Ian stole the remaining toast from Lip’s plate and ate it, earning him a death stare from the blonde.

“Not me, I meant you.” Fiona gestured to Lip.

“Me?” It was Lip’s turn on the wheel of mayhem.

“Yeah, you.” Fiona pointed to a spot on her neck, right below the jawline. “I’m surprised you can’t feel it. Looks like someone tried to rip into your neck and murder you.”

Ian visibly tensed.

Suddenly Lip bolted into a standing position, knocking his chair and coffee mug over in the process.

Fiona and Ian startled in place.

“Sorry, I’ll clean up but I gotta take a piss first.” Lip didn’t make eye-contact with his brother or sister. He left the kitchen and raced upstairs to the bathroom.

“What was that about?” Fiona addressed her brother with concern.

“Uh, not sure. I’ll go check on him.” Ian is equally worried but for very different reasons.

“Pass me the paper towels, I’ll clean this up” Fiona said.

“Okay.” Ian got up and snatched the paper towels off the kitchen counter. He tossed them to Fiona and began making his way upstairs.

The bathroom door was unlocked but Ian proceeded with caution. He tapped his knuckles on the door to announce himself.

No answer.

Stiff with anxiety, Ian twisted the knob and entered the bathroom.

Lip was standing in front of the mirror without a shirt. He studied his body in the reflection, more so the bitemarks covering his neck and chest.

“Look, before you get mad-” Ian started, but Lip didn’t give him a chance to finish.

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU?!” Lip screamed angrily.

Ian raised his hands in surrender. “No visible marks.”

“Okay so your ears work but your brain doesn’t, huh?”

The redhead frowned at the hurtful words.

“No.” Lip waved an accusatory finger at his brother. “Puppy eyes aren’t gonna help you this time.” His face is flushed, matching the rage boiling under his skin. “Look at my fucking neck! I thought Fiona was exaggerating but this shit looks like an animal attack!”

That’s an exaggeration too, Ian thought, but wisely kept his mouth shut. It looked like multiple bites on Lip’s neck, all concentrated on a single patch of skin. Ian didn’t realize he broke skin until now, the wound itself is irritated and red, with scabs forming over in some places. Unmistakably a hickey, and a good one at that. Yes, Ian is proud of his handiwork, Lip’s tantrum be damned.

“Fuck.” Lip examined the rest of his body, counting every bite and bruise. He turned around and craned his neck to examine his backside. It’s covered in red welts from Ian’s fingernails. “You’re unbelievable, man.”

Ian lowered his hands. “You didn’t complain at the time.”

“You really wanna play that card?” Lip snapped.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Ian inched closer, “I fucked up.”

Lip’s shoulders sagged in defeat. He leaned against the bathroom sink and crossed his arms. “I only have a couple rules and somehow you manage to break every single one of them.”

Ian touched Lip’s arm and when the other didn’t retaliate, Ian moved to stand in front of him. He cupped Lip’s face and angled it up. “Do you hate it when I mark you?”

The eldest stared into Ian’s searching eyes. At times they’re bright green, like those Granny Smith apples at the supermarket. Other times they’re dark, like green tea dark and right now they’re a medium shade of green, like Jade gemstones. An ever-changing forest. He wondered if Ian was aware how his eyes switched to different shades of green, depending on his mood. The ditz probably wasn’t.

After a considerable pause, Lip spoke. “I don’t hate it. What I do hate is being questioned and having to lie about everything. I’ve done it one too many times already, Ian. I’m gonna slip up on the details or worse, someone calls me out on my bullshit. Like what happened downstairs just now. If Fiona starts asking questions and we give her some fake ass story, she’ll call us out on it. I don’t know how she does it, but she’ll know we’re lying.”

“Can’t bullshit a bullshitter,” Ian confirmed gravely. “I get it now, I’m sorry I put you in this situation…. Again.”

Lip huffed in Ian’s face. “Pfft. Sorry my ass. I saw you checking me out. Admiring your work and shit.”

A sly grin crept its way across Ian’s face. “Hafta mark what’s mine.”  

Ian’s voice dropped an octave on the last word, and it traveled straight to Lip’s dick. “Possessive motherfucker.”

“Brotherfucker is more accurate.”  

“Everything that comes out of your mouth makes me want to punch your teeth in.”

“Uh oh. What should I do then?” Ian dipped his head, grazing over Lip’s gorgeous mouth with his own.

Lip didn’t bat an eye. “I’d advise you to shut up and kiss me.”

Ian immediately sealed his apology with a kiss. He felt Lip’s arms wrap around his body, drawing him closer until they’re pressed up against one another. Ian used his teeth to force Lip’s mouth wide open before pushing his tongue inside.

Lip groaned around Ian’s tongue, his fingers digging into Ian’s lower back.

The kiss is messy and feverish. Desperate. Wanton. Even though they fucked all night and morning, it’s as if their bodies couldn’t get enough of each other. If their love was a drug, then Ian and Lip are addicts, and their cravings proved far too strong to ignore. This is the bed they made together, and they’ll lie in it together too.  

They’re grinding into each other now, both fully erect underneath basketball trunks.

Lip broke the kiss, but it didn’t stop Ian from mouthing at Lip’s neck and peppering him with soft, gentle kisses.

“How are you going to make it up to me?” Lip sounded breathless and he slurred his words slightly. Drunk on lust. Ian had that effect on him.

“Hmm…” Ian pressed one more kiss against Lip’s love bite and hastily dropped to the bathroom floor.

Lip watched Ian get on his knees before hooking his fingers into the waistband of Lip’s trunks.

Ian looked up. “I’ll give you the world’s greatest blowjob.” He gradually pulled Lip’s trunks down, freeing his leaking cock.

“It’s a start.” Lip rested a hand on top of Ian’s head.

The motion is a signal and Ian received it loud and clear. He planted his left hand against Lip’s bare thigh and used the other to gently grip the base of Lip’s cock. He guided it to his mouth but right before he could taste his brother’s pre-cum, a voice sounded by the door.

“What are you guys doing?”

Ian and Lip simultaneously experienced their hearts jumping out of their chests upon hearing Franny’s sweet and tiny voice.  

“FRANNY?!” Lip dropped down to grab his trunks from the floor, but Ian didn’t move out of the way in time.

THWACK.

Lip unintentionally headbutted his brother and the pain that followed was beyond imaginable.

“Gah!” Ian saw flashing lights for a couple seconds. He slapped both hands over his face as he struggled to his feet. Blood drained from his nose and trickled down his neck and into his shirt.

Blinking away tears and ignoring the searing ache in his face, Lip yanked the trunks back up. He turned away for a second to adjust himself but hiding a boner inside basketball trunks is next to impossible.

Ian did the same thing and turned his back to his niece. He had to use his blood-soaked hands, staining everything he touched.

Franny yawned and rubbed her eyes, mumbling drowsily to herself. “Bathroom. Pee. I’m a big girl now. Mommy says I am.”

“Okay! All done here,” Lip exclaimed, turning back around to check on his (possibly traumatized) niece.

Franny seemed tired, like she just rolled out of bed and went straight for the bathroom. She’s bushytailed and swaying in place, all the while dragging her favorite fuzzy blanket behind her; it’s a Bluey themed blanket, her favorite cartoon.

“Franny, sweetie, you’re supposed to knock on the door before you enter.” Ian faced his niece, blood still dripping from his nostrils. Under normal circumstances, Ian’s appearance would elicit a fright from just about anybody who laid eyes on him.  

However, Franny was unperturbed. She yawned again and ambled to the toilet. “Uncle Ian can you help me go potty?”  

“Yeah, let me wash my hands first.”

Lip took his t-shirt from the towel wrack, threw it on, and stepped aside so Ian could use the sink.

After washing the blood off his face and hands, and stuffing toilet paper inside his nostrils, Ian collected Franny’s necessary items like her Barbie themed stepping stool and matching toilet seat; it’s a small toilet seat that goes above the regular toilet seat, perfect size for kids in potty training.

Ian kept his back to Franny while she did her business.

Meanwhile Lip is posted outside the bathroom, whisper-yelling at his brother through the partially opened door. “Why didn’t you lock the door?!”

“I did!” Ian whisper-yelled back. “I swear to God, I locked it.”

“Then how do you explain Franny waltzing in?!”

“I don’t know! Maybe I didn’t close the door all the way.”  

“For fuck’s sake.” Lip pressed his face into his hand, his headache growing worse by the minute. A hickey was the least of his worries. Now he had to consider the possibility of Franny saying something to her mother and Debbie is a nosy bitch, she’d definitely go poking around to find answers.

“Stop stressing about it,” Ian insisted, “Franny doesn’t know what she saw, and she’s half asleep.”

“I have to stress” Lip responded irritably, “We’re getting complacent. Letting our guards down and taking too many risks. Risks that are bound to bite us in the ass if we’re not careful.” He sighed and lowered his hand, mentally preparing himself for the inevitable disagreement. “No more fooling around inside the house while family is here.”

“What?” Ian’s eyes widened in alarm. “That’s not fair!” His voice strained higher than a whisper.

“Keep it down,” Lip warned, giving his sibling a stern look. “For once in your life, think with your head, not your dick.”

Ian narrowed his eyes, and jutted his chin out, an action Lip found (adorably) infuriating because ever since Ian was a kid, he’s given the chin a handful of times; Ian had to be royally ticked off to do it. “Oh yeah? And how’s that working out for you?”  

“Fuck you” Lip hissed.

“Fuck you, asshole” Ian retorted, a middle finger accompanying the insult.

“Mommy says that’s a bad word!” Franny chirped from inside the bathroom.

“SORRY!” Ian and Lip apologized at the same time.

“Uncle Ian?”

“What’s up Fran?” Ian leaned away from the door to peer over at his niece, who was swinging her little legs back and forth, her pinks slippers dangling haphazardly from her toes.  

“Need more toilet paper.”  

“I…. I gave you half a roll.”

“All gone.”

“How?...”

Lip rolled his eyes at Ian’s dumbfounded face. “I’ll get her some.” He left and padded down the hallway towards the narrow closet at the end. He opened it to reveal shelves full of discount toiletries and their final two rolls of toilet paper. Lip took one and made a mental note to stop at the Dollar Tree later.  

As Lip returned and handed off the toilet paper to Ian, Liam's bedroom door creaked open.

The kid covered his mouth to stifle a yawn. Liam rubbed his eyes and approached his big brother.

“Morning,” Lip nodded to the bathroom. “Franny’s on the seat right now.”

“How long?”

“Ten minutes, give or take.”

“Crap.” Liam knew Franny took a minimum of twenty minutes every time she used the bathroom, and he isn’t sure his bladder can last that long. “Downstairs open?”

“Should be.” Lip could hear Ian talking to Franny, probably instructing her how to wipe and how much toilet paper to use each time. It’s funny how Ian was potty trained by Fiona and now he’s teaching Franny, whereas Lip had Frank (granted Frank was drunk or high off his ass most of the time). When Monica and Frank started leaving for longer periods of time, Fiona stepped in as their surrogate mother and got them all off diapers and training pull-ups within the first couple of years. Excluding Lip, he was already using the big boy toilet by himself.

“What happened to your neck?” Liam is more awake and alert. “Your girlfriend part zombie or something?”

Lip chuckled. “Naaa, no girlfriend. I got Tinder and when you’re older you’ll understand.”

“Dude, I’m in 6^th grade. I know what Tinder is.” Liam made a swiping motion in the air with his index finger. “You should take those girls out to eat before hooking up, buy em’ snacks too while you’re at it.”

Lip cracked a smile and shook his head. “Okay, yeah, I’m gonna take dating advice from a 6^th grader.”   

“I’m just saying.” Liam shrugged. “Feed them first and maybe they won’t take bites out of your neck. Shit looks infected. You might want to get checked for rabies.”

This little shit. Lip unexpectedly threw his arm around Liam’s neck and put him in a headlock. “Thanks for worrying about me dad!”

“AH!” Liam gasped and tried squirming out of his older brother’s grip.

“What other life advice ya got for me DAD?! I could sure use some of your wisdom!” No matter how much Liam flailed and twisted, Lip’s hold remained steadfast.

They bumped into the hallway walls, zigzagging back and forth in their struggle to overpower each other.

Liam is undoubtedly the smartest Gallagher in the family but therein lies the problem: He IS a Gallagher, meaning he’s just as stubborn as he is intelligent, terrible character traits when used concurrently. Not one to shy away from a challenge, even when he’s clearly outmatched, Liam belted out “PICKING ON YOUR BROTHER ISN’T GOING TO COMPENSATE FOR YOUR BABY DICK!”

Lip had to tip his hat off to the kid for doing exactly what he would do, which is opening his mouth when he really should’ve kept it shut. They get that obnoxious trait from Frank, talking mad shit before and during a fight, and still talking mad shit after getting their asses kicked.  

“Okay buddy you asked for it,” Lip said in a dangerously calm tone.

Beads of sweat rolled down Liam’s face. Before he could reconsider his insult and backtrack, Lip shoved his knuckles into Liam’s side, burrowing deep into his ribcage.

Liam screamed bloody murder. It’s the one spot that tickles just as much as it hurts. “STOPPPPPPPPP!!!!!” He violently thrashed, attempting to get away from the overwhelming sensation that made his bladder throb.

“HAH! Who’s got the baby dick now!?” Lip didn’t stop. He grunted at Liam’s valiant efforts, but Lip is physically stronger and able to hold his brother in place as he continued to torture the younger.  

“I DO! I DO!!!!!” Liam squealed.

“You do what?” Lip teased.

“B-BABY DICK! I GOT A BABY DICK! LIP PLEASEEEEEE!!!” Tears pricked Liam’s eyes and he desperately fought the urge to urinate while choking on lungfuls of air.

Lip automatically released his brother and Liam staggered to the wall, having to lean on it for support.

Urgent footsteps climbed the stairs and Carl emerged at the top of the landing, bat in hand, and ready to swing. “The fuck is going on?!”

Lip blinked and stared speechless.

Liam panted to catch his breath and calm his racing heart.

Carl did a sweep of the area and when he deemed it safe, he lowered the bat. “Jesus, I thought Frank was up here again fighting.”

“Nope, haven’t seen Frank in a few days. That was me and Liam you heard but we’re all good now.” Lip turned his attention to Liam. “Isn’t that right B.D.?” He used the abbreviation for ‘baby dick’.

Liam didn’t look up or say anything.

“B.D.?” Carl raised a brow and when nobody cared to elaborate, he shrugged and rested the bat over his right shoulder. He then detected a strong odor in the air and sniffed a few times, causing him to crinkle his nose. “Are you sure Frank isn’t here? The whole place smells like piss.”

Lip motioned to Liam with a head tilt. “Ask Frank Jr. here.”

Liam’s head snapped up and he glared icily at the other. He raised two middle fingers in Lip’s direction. A double fuck you.

The eldest had to bite on his tongue to keep from laughing. Poor little fellow had been humiliated enough today and Lip would feel sympathetic IF Liam didn’t know what he was doing; kid took a calculated risk, and the result wasn’t in his favor.

Liam expelled half of his bladder during the confrontation, and he still had to drain the rest; he’d clean his mess in the hallway afterwards. Ignoring Lip’s smug face, Liam brushed past Carl and descended the stairs.

Carl didn’t miss the giant piss stain on Liam’s shorts when he moved out of the way for him. “Oooh,” he said knowingly. “Let me guess. He fucked around and found out?”

“Yup.” Lip didn’t have any trace of guilt in his voice.

“About time.” Carl considered it a rite of passage. All boys wanted to fight their fathers at some point in their life but since Lip is the closest thing they had to a dad, he was the one to challenge. Nobody got close to beating him, well except for Ian. Scratch that. Ian can take Lip in a fight. Carl witnessed it before but that was when Lip was spiraling and drinking every day. He’d be interested to see who could win in a fight now that Lip is sober, and Ian is medicated.

“He’ll get over it. Give him a few days.” Carl commented.

“If I recall-” Lip itched his nose with his knuckle, “-it took you over a week to start talking to me again.”

“That’s how long it took me to superglue your boxers,” Carl stated proudly.

“Hey, that shit was painful, not funny.” Lip checked his boxers religiously after Carl’s prank, having nearly ripped all his pubes off when removing superglue from his genital area.

Carl smirked. “Funny to me. Still is.” He squinted at Lip’s neck and gasped. “Holy shit, what happened to your neck?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Lip said dismissively. 

“No seriously. Did you get attacked by a dog?”

“Carl-” Lip felt his patience waning but in the same moment the bathroom door swung wide open.

Ian stepped out, holding Franny in his arms with her blanket hanging over Ian’s shoulder like a blue cape. “See? Everything’s fine. Nobody’s fighting.” He looked at Carl and at Lip. “Right?”

“Right,” Lip nodded.

Carl nodded too. “Besides if anyone’s fighting, your uncle Carl will arrest them. I’m a cop-”

“Trainee” Ian and Lip said in unison.

Franny giggled.

Carl rolled his eyes. “Fiona left, said she had to open the restaurant first and she’ll swing by to pick you guys up.”

“Got it.” Ian kissed Franny on her forehead. “So, mommy’s sleeping… Wanna raid the good cereal and Pop-Tarts?”

“YES!” Franny squeaked excitedly.

“That’s my girl but shhhh, keep your voice down. We don’t want to wake mommy up.” Ian put a finger to his mouth.

Franny copied the gesture and put a finger to her own mouth, giving the most serious nod a preschooler can muster.  

Ian smiled and walked over to the stairs, pausing mid-step. “Is that…. Did somebody pee in the hallway?” He looked at his brothers.

“Liam did, I think he got some of it on my clothes too.” Lip checked his shirt and trunks for damp spots.

“Oh.” Ian glanced at Carl, who offered a shrug and no further explanation.

“What happened to your nose?” Carl pointed to the bloody tissue sticking out of Ian’s nostrils.

“Uhm…”  

“Uncle Lip hit Uncle Ian,” Franny explained.

Lip and Ian froze, and they exchanged terrified looks.

“Really? How? With his fist?”

“No, no.” Franny shook her head, red curls bouncing back and forth. “He used his face!”

Ian is sweating bullets and from where he’s standing, he can tell Lip is too. He didn’t know whether to hush his niece or allow the conversation to continue.  

“HAHA! I missed out.” Carl moved around Ian and Franny and descended the stairs. He yelled over his shoulder, “I expect that childish shit from Ian! But not from you Lip.” He tutted loudly and rounded the corner to replace the bat on the nails protruding from the wall.

Ian and Lip breathed a sigh of relief.

“Pop-Tarts! Pop-Tarts!” Franny chanted, waving her tiny fists in the air.

“Anything for you Princess Franny.” Ian tucked a stubborn curl behind Franny’s ear and glanced at his brother.

“I’m gonna take a shower before Fiona gets here, if you see Liam tell that little punk to clean up the hallway.”

Ian nodded. “Will do.”

Lip went into their shared bedroom to collect a pair of clean clothes, while Ian went downstairs to fulfill his promise of cereal and Pop-Tarts.

Carl went back to sleep.

Debbie never stirred awake.

Liam cleaned and sprayed the hallway down with Febreze. He jumped in the shower after Lip was finished.

Lip stayed upstairs and it was probably for the best.

Ian and Franny parked their butts on the living room couch, munching away on Kellog’s Froot Loops and strawberry Pop Tarts. Hard to believe a year ago Franny was in a highchair, drooling and babbling random words. Now the girl has outgrown her highchair, drools less, and she’s constructing semi-coherent sentences.

She’s going to be smart like Liam and Lip. Ian had to tread carefully when interrogating her.  

“Soooo….” Ian set his empty bowl down on the coffee table. “When you walked into the bathroom, did you see anything?”

Franny had trouble tearing her attention away from Bluey, prompting Ian to hit the mute button on the remote.

“I can’t hear it!” Franny complained.

“I’ll turn it back up in a minute. Franny?”

The girl looked up at her uncle, her bottom lip poking out in an obvious pout.

Ian had to work quickly around Franny’s short attention span, otherwise he’ll be on the receiving end of a nasty temper tantrum. “When you walked into the bathroom, what did you see?”

“I saw you and Uncle Lip.”

“Anything else?”

Franny tilted her head, the small wheels and cogs working hard to find the answer. “You… You were on the floor.”

“Uh huh.” Ian was having a mini panic attack, but he had to push further. “What was Uncle Lip doing?”

“Standing by the sink.”

“Yeah, he was and what do you think we were doing?”

Franny huffed impatiently. “Checking for… checking for a fever? Is Uncle Lip sick?” Her voice rose in panic. “Mommy says germs are bad! If Uncle Lip spreads his germs, we’re all gonna get SICK!”  

“No! No. Uncle Lip isn’t sick.” Ian slid his arm around Franny’s shoulders and pulled her against his side, giving her a reassuring hug. “You’re absolutely right Franny. I was checking to see if Uncle Lip had a fever, and he doesn’t. You can spread the good news if you want, no germs in the Gallagher house.” That’s a lie. Everything Ian said is a lie but at least Franny drew her own conclusions that wouldn’t put Ian and Lip's secret relationship at risk.

“Can we watch Bluey now?!” Franny plainly lost interest in the conversation.

“We sure can.” Ian unmuted the T.V. and Franny tuned into the current episode, blocking everything else out around her.

There’s a creaking noise behind Ian and he looked over the couch, catching sight of Lip sitting at the end of the stairway.

Lip had a cigarette in his mouth and as he exhaled a trail of smoke, he raised his right hand and gave Ian a thumbs-up sign.

Ian returned the thumbs-up sign and looked down at his niece. “You good Franny? I’m gonna get ready before Fiona gets here.” His words fell on deaf ears. As far as Franny is concerned, Uncle Ian doesn’t exist anymore.

Ian kissed Franny on top of her shaggy head and slipped away from her, empty Pop-Tart bags fluttering off his lap when he stood. He made his way to the stairs like a man on a mission.

Lip expected Ian to break the new rule by whatever means necessary, but to his surprise Ian didn’t say or do anything; he didn’t even stop.

Ian simply brushed his hand along Lip’s shoulder and continued making his way upstairs.

“Huh.” Lip laughed quietly. The day hasn’t started yet and already it’s been one cluster fuck after the other. At least they don’t have to worry about Franny now… Liam, Carl, and Debbie don’t appear to suspect anything, and Liam will most likely avoid Lip for a few weeks due to a bruised ego. Fiona is another story though… Something about their interaction in the kitchen this morning didn’t sit right with Lip. Fiona was acting peculiar, like she was uncomfortable, but he couldn’t fathom why. Was it because of work-related stress? Financial issues? Is there a new guy in her life? Is it Frank?

Come to think of it, they haven’t had a meaningful conversation in a long, long time. Not since Ian and Lip watched those fucked up videos on the video recorder. Everything else was light conversation with general topics. Safe topics. Topics that allowed them to overlook the elephant in the room-

BEEP. BEEP.

The double honk interrupted Lip’s train of thought. He plopped the cigarette in his mouth and went to the front door to grab his work boots from the pile of miscellaneous shoes; they needed a better organization system.

“Is that Fiona?!” Ian shouted from upstairs.

Lip moved the curtains aside and peeked out the window just to make sure. “Yeah!”

“Tell her I’ll be done in 5 minutes! I think there’s enough hot water left”

“There isn’t!” Liam hollered from his bedroom.

“SHIT” came Ian’s response.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ can’t a guy get some shut eye in his own house?!” Carl marched out from the basement stairs, crossed the kitchen, and entered the living room.

“Your house?” Lip was sitting on a recliner, lacing up his boots.

“Yeah, I bought the damn thing with MY hard-earned money. All I ask is for a little-” Carl pinched his index and thumb finger together, “-peace and quiet.”

“How about the rest of my cigarette?” Lip extended the lit cigarette.

“Done.” Carl snatched it from his brother’s grip and took a deep drag. He walked across Pop-Tart wrappers and bits of wet cereal to sit down on the couch with Franny. He propped his feet on the coffee table and puffed away on his cigarette. “Aye, I watched this episode already.”

“Shhh!” Franny lifted her hand as if to silence her uncle.

Carl groaned dramatically.

Franny chucked her half-eaten Pop-Tart in Carl’s face.

Carl flinched, almost dropping the lit cigarette on his lap; Franny had terrible aim, the Pop-Tart didn’t go anywhere near his face and instead crashed onto the floor.

“Geez you’re mean. I’m telling Debbie on you!” Carl pretended he was going to get up.

“BLUEY!” Franny shrieked.

“DEBBIE!”

“BLUEEEYYYY!”

Only Carl Gallagher would get into a screaming match with a 3-year-old. Laughing at the commotion, Lip rose from his seat, just in time for Ian and Debbie’s arrival.

“WHAT IS GOING ON?!” Debbie shouted.

Ian walked to the front door and selected a pair of old running shoes, figuring they’d be comfortable enough to work in. He leaned against the wall and slipped on one shoe at a time, watching the madness unfold. Typical Saturday in their household.

“Your evil spawn started it!” Carl pointed at Franny.

“Uncle Carl is a big dummy head!!!” The little girl is standing on the couch now, fists balled, and stomping on the couch in a display of anger.

“You see what I have to put up with?” Carl looked around for an ash tray.

Debbie sighed in exasperation. “Fuck. It’s too early for this. I need coffee.”

“Mommy said fuck!” Franny pointed out.

“No, I said ‘buck’. Mommy doesn’t say bad words” Debbie asserted.

Ian, Lip, and Carl collectively scoffed.

“What?!” Debbie scowled at her brothers. “You got something to say? I’m all ears.”

“I plead the fifth!” Ian hightailed it out of there to escape Debbie’s wrath.

“And you?!” Debbie homed in on Lip like a drill sergeant picking their next target.  

The blonde raised his hands and shook his head. He followed his brother through the front door and closed it behind himself.  He wasn’t worried about Carl, he could handle crazy.

“Shot gun!” Ian yelled.

“Yeah, yeah.” Lip didn’t mind sitting in the back. “How’s your nose?”

“S’okay. It stopped bleeding awhile ago.” Ian waved at Fiona before moving around the car, pulling the door open, and sliding into the front passenger seat.

By the time Lip opened the back door, Fiona bombarded him with questions.

“Jesus, you too?! I leave the house for fifteen minutes and come back to find you both with matching shiners!” Fiona gripped the steering wheel and willed herself to calm down. “What happened? Did you guys get into another fight?”

“No-”

“Yes-”

Ian looked in the rearview mirror to meet Lip’s gaze.

Lip is agitated and it reflected in his hard, blue eyes. This is exactly what he was talking about earlier. They’re getting lazy and sloppy. Too focused on sexual relations that it’s tripping them up. They could’ve avoided every mistake today with careful planning, and prioritizing identical cover stories for Lip’s neck, and their new injuries.

Lip blamed himself. He’s the oldest and arguably the smartest, but when he’s around Ian, he’s much too distracted. Ian’s presence threw Lip off his game, and it never used to be that way. What changed? What tipped the balance of power? The answer is: Temptation and if it had a human form, it would be that of Ian Clayton Gallagher.  

“Yes, and no” Ian said after a short pause.

“What do you mean?” Fiona looked at the redhead.

Yeah, what do you mean? Lip held his breath and prayed his brother could come up with a rational explanation, and nothing stupidly outrageous.  

“We did fight at first, but our injures are accidental. I was helping Franny go to the bathroom when I slipped near the tub. Banged my face pretty hard on the edge,” Ian cringed at the false memory. “Lip and Liam were wrestling out in the hallway, and I guess Liam jabbed his elbow into Lip’s eye. I didn’t see it cause I was in preoccupied in the bathroom.”

“Is that true?” Fiona glanced over at Lip.

Lip gave an affirmative nod.

“And Liam? Is he okay?”

“Of course, might be moody and pissed off at me but he’s fine.” Lip is honestly impressed with Ian’s cover story. It’s solid. Debbie was asleep so she couldn’t attest to anything. Liam will be nursing his ego and wouldn’t deny or confirm allegations of wrestling injuries. Carl didn’t care enough to repeat details unless it involved a nice set of tits or pussy. Franny is the only wildcard but throw on her favorite cartoon and its instant amnesia; they could reject anything she says, seeing as how she can’t differentiate fantasy from reality yet.

“As long as his limbs are attached and nothing’s broken.” Fiona shifted into drive and pulled away from the curbside. Boys will be boys she supposed. Lip and Ian used to wrestle all the time as kids. Then it was Ian and Carl. Liam must be at that age now too. Unfortunately, boys never grow out of it. They turn into men pumped full of testosterone and machoism, with some primal urge to prove something. Fights come just as naturally as breathing.

Fights Fiona can deal with but it’s the overkill on the stories that troubled her. Very specific details, conveniently explaining a bruise here, or a bite there. On the flip side of the token, whenever she inquired about their partners, both Ian and Lip clammed up. They shared as little as possible and discreetly changed the subject; they thought they were being sneaky, but Fiona saw right through them. Who and what are they hiding?

Fiona looked in the rearview mirror to catch Lip staring right back at her.

“You good?” Lip questioned.

“Peachy keen!” Fiona smiled confidently and looked back to the busy roads.

There’s a wall between them and it’s growing. Fiona felt it. Lip felt it, and to some degree, Ian felt it too.  

“Sorry about the mess guys. I gotta haul my tools and paint with me, I don’t trust leaving it at the laundromat cause there’s no security alarms yet. Scared to leave it all at the house too because of Frank.”

“Fair enough.” Lip scratched the back of his head, unsure what to add to the conversation.

Ian played with the digital radio, nonchalantly trying the different stations with no real interest in looking for a song. He didn’t like awkward silences. “I’m jealous you have a car, Fi. Can’t wait to get my own.”

“Yeah? I’ll give you the name of my salesman. He gave me a good deal on this bad boy.” She petted the steering wheel affectionately.

“Sweet.” Ian leaned back in his seat after hunting down a decent 90’s rock station.

The rest of the drive is spent in comfortable silence. Ian hummed to a Guns N’ Roses song. Fiona tapped the steering wheel to the bass guitar. Lip played a card game on his phone.

It’s about a twelve-minute drive to the laundromat. Fortunately, it’s early and there’s ample parking spots available.

Fiona picked one directly in front of the building entrance before killing the engine. She shoved the keys into her purse and grabbed a red bandana off the dashboard. “You guys ready to tackle the laundromat? I’m warning ya, it’s not for the faint of heart.”

“Let’s do it,” Ian said.

“Pfft, can’t be that hard” Lip challenged.  

“Oh yeah?” Fiona smirked and tossed work gloves to Lip and Ian. “Help me unload all this shit first, then you can eat your words.”

Notes:

It's been ONE year since I updated. Whhaaatttt? I wasn't aware that much time has passed, sheesh.

I appreciate the comments and feedback! One such comment re-sparked my interest in this story and I'm going to try my damndest to continue writing it.

This chapter is your average dysfunctional family chaos :D AKA a normal day in the Gallagher household. I wanted to write all of them interacting in some way or the other. I know I hinted at some Eddie drama but I think I'll reserve that for the next chapter so with that, enjoy~

Chapter 23

Summary:

Fiona, Lip, and Ian work on the renovations at the laundromat.

Lip figures out a clever way to reveal their relationship in such a way that Fiona doesn't have any more suspicions.

An unexpected co-worker bumps into Lip, and she mistakes Fiona for Lip's girlfriend, making for a fun (but terribly awkward) conversation. AND DRAMA ENSUES.

Frank's back, and he see's something that he wishes he hadn't.

“Wow,” Lip exclaimed.

“I know.” Fiona stared at the junk heap of a laundromat.  

“I mean….WOW. Was it a dump before or after you bought it?”

Fiona smacked Lip behind his head while Ian cackled from the side. “Cut me some slack, asshole. It’s a work-in progress.”

“I think it looks good,” Ian commented. “Place has a lot of potential.”

Fiona beamed at her little brother, “Thank you, Ian!”

“For a junkyard,” added Ian.

Fiona swung a paint roller at Ian’s head, but he skillfully dipped out of the way, laughing the whole time.

Lip rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket to grab his pack of Marlboro Lights. “This shit is gonna take all day.”

Ian accidentally bumped into his brother’s arm, knocking the cigarettes and lighter from his grip.

“Aye!” Lip glared at his siblings.

“Sorry.” Ian didn’t sound or look sorry at all. Grinning from ear-to-ear, he picked up his brother’s cigarettes and lighter, passing them back to Lip. He made sure to keep an eye on Fiona’s hands where she clenched the paint roller like it was a weapon of mass destruction.

“Alright boss, where do you want us to start?” Lip asked around his lit cigarette. He was all work and no play today.

“Ian, you start painting the ceilings and Lip can help me finish tearing the rest of the flooring out.” Without warning Fiona tossed the paint roller at Ian, the bar smacking him right in his face.

“Ouch.” Ian mock pouted. “You trynna give me a bloody nose, too? I’m injured here!”

“Stop bitching and get to painting,” Lip scolded. “Jesus Christ, both of you are worse than Franny.”

“Hey!” Ian and Fiona complained simultaneously.

Ian grumbled insults under his breath before picking up the paint roller and a can of paint.

“Ian, for the paint fumes-” Fiona tossed her brother a safety mask.

“This thing’s fancy,” Ian said after catching the mask midair. He examined it closely.

“Courtesy of Patsy’s Pies. We had to order new safety equipment because ours was outdated.” Fiona reached into a box and offered a pair of safety glasses to Lip. “Don’t need you losing an eye, kid.”

“Thanks.” Lip snubbed his cigarette on the heel of his shoe and tucked the rest of it back in the cigarette pack. He took the goggles and slipped them on over his head.

Fiona did the same after tying the red bandana around her head to keep the hair out of her face. “Ready when you are.”

Lip nodded and glanced around. He spotted a sledgehammer with a black handle and moved over to grab it. “I’ll show you how it’s done, the right way.”

“Hah,” Fiona scoffed. “Alright smart guy.” She took a step back and gestured for Lip to go first. “Knock yourself out.”

Ian observed from a step ladder, shaking his head in disapproval. Lip never learns… Sometimes it’s better to keep one’s mouth shut. He dipped the paint roller into the bucket and resumed painting.

Lip didn’t miss Ian’s critical stare and judgement, but he chose to ignore it. He took a stride forward, raised the sledgehammer over his head, and went BESERK on the floor.

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“Holy shit…” Lip is lying across a couple of washers, underneath the only working ceiling fan. He’s drenched in sweat, literally looking like somebody hosed him down in water. Every muscle is tight and aching with tension. He’s got callouses on his hands and everything from the neck down hurt like a sonofabitch. He might have overexerted himself.

Ian and Fiona are sitting on what’s left of the floor, both munching on bologna sandwiches and potato chips.

“Soooo….” Fiona looked up from her lunch, “How’s the right way working out for ya?”

Lip raised his middle finger. “Does that answer your question?”

Ian and Fiona giggled.

“Watch this,” the redhead whispered. Ian stood and quietly crept up on an unsuspecting Lip. He curled his fist and struck Lip on his leg. It’s a playful swat, nothing too painful but in Lip’s case, it’s the absolute worst.

“AH!” Lip shouted and flinched so hard that he ended up rolling off the washers. He belly-flopped onto piles of rubble with a grunt. “M’gonna fucking kill you, Ian!”

“HAHA! Gotta catch me first!” Ian said between gasping for air and laughing his ass off.  

Fiona laughed hard enough to produce tears. “Stop, stop, I can’t breathe.”

Lip attempted to get up, but his movements are slow and shaky. Every other word out of his mouth was a f-bomb. He clung to the washer for support, feeling way too sore to chase Ian down.

This only made Ian and Fiona laugh harder.

Red-faced and annoyed, Lip turned around and leaned against the washer. “I don’t know how you do it Fi. It feels like I was hit by a damn truck.”

The siblings calmed down and Fiona addressed the remark.

“You get used to it after the third or fourth day. Hell of a workout though, right?”

“That’s an understatement.” Lip’s trembling hands reached for his cigarettes and lighter. “I’m using muscles I haven’t used in years.”

Ian cautiously approached his brother and should Lip react, Ian is more than ready to jump out of his reach.  “Here, let me help.” He extended his hands.

The eldest brother huffed irritably but he pressed the cigarettes and lighter into Ian’s hands anyway.

Ian shifted even closer while propping a cigarette into his own mouth and lighting it.

‘Mind the gap, dumbass’ Lip tried to communicate through his eyes and furrowed brow, but Ian is oblivious.

After taking a puff, Ian took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it up to his brother’s mouth, the filter barely grazing his bottom lip.

They stared at each other, not speaking with words, but with their eyes and body language.

Fiona got that strange and uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach again. She watched Lip’s expression soften and the tension left his body when he opened his mouth to accept the cigarette. Ian is staring at Lip like he created the sun and moon, awestruck with admiration.

There’s nothing there. It’s Fiona’s mind playing tricks. It must be. Ian and Lip would never… Not her baby brothers. Sure, Fiona has made some mistakes here and there, but she did her best to raise her siblings into decent human beings. Nothing she said or did on her part would’ve fucked up their minds and confused them so terribly.

Maybe they are confused, and Fiona should offer guidance.

Or she could ask them? Just ask. One silly question isn’t going to kill their relationship. They’ll laugh it off like they always do. Yeah, they’ll see the humor in it, call Fiona crazy, and she’ll agree with them.

“She’s doing it again.”

“Fi?”

Lip and Ian are leaning against the washers, and both are staring at their sister, evidently concerned when she didn’t answer.

“Hm?” Fiona zoned back into reality. “What’d you say?”

“I asked if you had any more water, and Ian asked if you were feeling okay.” The blonde limped over and crouched down in front of Fiona. He pressed the back of his hand to Fiona’s forehead to check her temperature.

“I’m not sick.” Fiona swatted his hand away, although she could be mentally sick in some form or another.

“You had that thousand-mile stare again.” Lip didn’t take any offense to his hand being swatted away.

“Again?” Fiona repeated.

“Yeah. You been doing it a lot lately,” Ian chimed in. “It’s freaky.”

“Shut up.” Fiona grabbed Lip’s cigarette out of his mouth and popped it between her lips. “Like you two don’t do it all the time.”

“What do you mean?” Lip raised a brow.

“The long pauses and constant staring. The arguing and fighting. Grabby hands. I mean, I’m all for affection but if it were anyone else, I’d say you two act like newlyweds.” Fiona blew a smoke ring into Lip’s face and waited for him to deny or accept this observation. The ball is in his court now.

Ian felt his heart rate triple in speed. He and Lip exchanged looks but Ian didn’t dare open his mouth, in case he blurted something stupid.

Lip smiled in amusement, clearly unaffected by Fiona’s statements. “Does it bother you that we’re close?” Lip metaphorically blocked her shot and now she’s reaching for the rebound.

“No,” she said with a casual shrug. Fiona took a long drag and exhaled a trail of smoke. “But there are things like healthy boundaries.”

The brothers laughed at her response and Fiona blushed in embarrassment.

“We’re Gallaghers,” Ian chuckled, “We don’t have boundaries but Fi, is that why you been acting weird these past couple of days? You think something is going on between me and Lip? Like we’re in a secret relationship?”

The boys are ganging up on her and Fiona can’t seem to get across the court without losing control of the ball.

“Are you?” Fiona searched Lip’s ocean blue eyes, recalling how infant Lip was attached to her hip and sometimes he’d forget to call her by her name, resorting to ‘Mommy’. She never corrected him though because Lip IS her child. Lip, Ian, Debbie, Carl, and Liam are her babies. She diapered them, clothed them, kissed their booboos better, and stole medicine and snacks from the corner drug store because her parents were on a bender. So, she KNEW their mannerisms, their little ticks and telltale signs when they’re being deceptive. Lip and Ian have been hiding something, and if this isn’t it, then it’ll be a huge relief, but Fiona is going to find out, one way or another.  

“Yes.”

Lip’s answer shocked Ian and Fiona into a pale stupor.  

“I, Phillip Gallagher, am in a relationship with my little brother, Ian Gallagher.” Lip painfully grunted when he stood. He put his hands around his mouth and bellowed out, “YOU HEAR THAT SOUTHSIDE!? I’M FUCKING MY BROTHER!”

“SHHHH!! Shut up! Shut up!” Fiona clambered to her feet and waved frantically at her brother, glancing to Ian for help.

Ian isn’t in the right state of mind to be of help to anyone. He stared unblinkingly at his brother, questioning his actions and the dreaded outcome. Is this Lip’s plan? He always has a plan, but this shit is downright bizarre.  

The doors and windows to the laundromat are wide open, to allow proper ventilation in. Some curious bystanders walked by, stealing a peek inside as the manic blonde continued shouting.

“WE’RE IN LOVE! WE’RE GONNA GET MARRIED! ADOPT SOME KIDS! ALL THAT GAY SHIT! I’M A BROTHER FUCKER-”

Fiona finally clamped a hand over Lip’s mouth, and she jabbed her finger into his chest, causing him to whimper and writhe.

“Ouch!” he said, after shoving Fiona’s hand off his mouth. He rubbed the sore spot on his chest, and he would’ve been cross with Fiona, if she wasn’t red like a tomato and scowling like the wicked witch of the west.

“Point taken,” she hissed between clenched teeth.  

“Are you sure?” Lip feigned innocence. “Cause I don’t want you getting the wrong idea.”

“Oh, fuck you” Fiona snapped.

“That’s my job!” Ian raised his hand.

“Oh. My. God.” Fiona dragged a hand across her face. “You guys are never gonna let me live this down, are you?”

Ian and Lip shook their heads, wearing identical grins.

“You could’ve just said no. You didn’t have to a be dick about it,” Fiona complained. She ended up crushing Lip’s cigarette when she was trying to silence him. She tossed it in the garbage.

“Sorry-not-sorry,” Lip shrugged. “How would you feel if I asked you some messed up stuff? Oh, hey sis, I think you and Debbie are too nice to each other. Are you fucking?”

“Okay, okay. It was messed up.” Fiona sighed and sat back down to finish her sandwich. “Lunch break is almost over. Let’s forget this conversation ever happened, and we’ll finish early today. Save the paint job for tomorrow.”

“I’m never gonna forget,” Ian teased, “You wanna know who tops?”

Fiona glared at her brother. “Do you want puke on your shoes?”

Ian shook his head and back peddled away.

“That’s what I thought.” The shame and embarrassment lingered but it’s mostly forgotten, replaced by relief. Ian and Lip aren’t in a relationship. Admittedly, they’re close and affectionate, but at least they’re not fucking. It’s one less thing to worry about. “You were asking for water earlier? There’s a case behind my seat.”

“Alright.” Lip vacated the area and made his way to the car. He moved slowly and methodically; each step had his muscles screaming in agony. He needed a hot bath after this.

Once Lip reached the car, he leaned against it for support and exhaled a trembling breath. He looked down at his hands and noticed they were shaking. Shit. That was close. He was almost certain Fiona wasn’t going to buy his bluff but that’s the delicate art of lying, mixing truth with fiction. He took a huge risk and hopefully it paid off.

Opening the rear driver’s door, Lip leaned in and located the case of water behind Fiona’s seat. He grabbed a bottle of water for himself, and two more for his siblings. As he’s closing the door, a familiar voice called his name.

“Lip?”

The blonde turned around to see his coworker. “Eddie?”

“You have Saturday’s off too?” Like she didn’t see the schedule posted above the time clock every day. Eddie is holding an iced Starbucks coffee in one hand, her cell phone in the other. She’s dressed as she normally is. All black. Fishnet stockings. A revealing top that left little to the imagination. The only thing she’s missing is her work jacket with the ripped sleeves and shop logo.

“Uh huh, unless Brad needs me for a last-minute job.” Lip shrugged and juggled the water bottles from one hand to the next. He could feel her gaze on him, probably stripping him down and fantasizing about his dick. She’s asked plenty of times how big he is, and whether he’s a shower or a grower. He’s never been made to feel uncomfortable around women, but it was like Eddie’s superpower or something.

“You didn’t tell me you like it rough.” Eddie commented, taking notice of the hickey. She drew closer, forcing Lip to back up into the car, trapping him in place. “Is that from your girlfriend, too?” She trailed a finger over his forehead and nose.

“Huh? Oh, no I got this from my brother.” Lip tried to ignore Eddie’s cleavage pressing up against him.

“Your brother?” Eddie looked confused.

Shit. “No, not the hickey. I meant the bruise on my face.” He tilted his head, gesturing to the laundromat in hope of a distraction.

Eddie turned to look, squinting at the redhead sitting next to a brunette. “Wait. That’s your brother? Is he the EMT that keeps driving past the shop every day?”

‘Subtle Ian, really subtle.’ Lip could facepalm, if he wasn’t trapped by Eddie’s breasts. “Yeah….”

Eddie’s attention snapped back to Lip. “You have a thing for older women?”

“I…guess?” Lip didn’t understand the connection to her question, but Fiona did.

“Did she just size me up?” Fiona turned to Ian. “Who is this bitch?”

If looks could kill, Eddie would be dead. Ian stared long, and hard, venom flashing in his green orbs. Words can’t begin to describe how much he loathes Eddie and if it were up to him, he’d tell the skank to back off, but Lip has informed him repeatedly to stop interfering with his job; coworkers included. Ian was left patrolling the streets and coincidentally swinging by the shop to see if there’s any addicts in need of Narcan or clean needles.

“Eddie, she’s the clerk at bike shop where Lip works.” Ian forgot he was holding a bag of chips, having crushed them under his grip. “She’s probably staring at me. We uh, bumped into each other a few times.” Kind of sort of true.  

“Okay?” Fiona raised a brow at the crumpled bag of chips. “What’s her deal? Is she a jealous ex-girlfriend?”

Ian’s bitter laughter caught Fiona by surprise. She’s never seen him this angry before.

“Hah, she wishes. She’s been trying to get into Lip’s pants since day one, but the bitch can’t take a hint. She sexually harasses Lip ALL the time and he won’t report her.” Ian shook his head.

“Wow, that’s fucked up.” Fiona dusted breadcrumbs off her shirt and climbed to her feet. “Sexual harassment huh? Not on my watch.”

“What are you doing?” Ian discarded his food and followed his sister towards the laundromat entrance.

“I don’t have any plans tonight. Might go to a meeting if Brad picks me up, the evening ones are across town.”

“Boo, you’re boring.” Eddie reached into her shirt and pulled a cell phone out of her bra. “My friend is throwing a bonfire party down at the beach tonight. You don’t have to drink though, they got other fun things to try. I’ll text you the address.”

“I don’t think I should go to parties, it’s kind of a trigger for me.” Lip felt his phone vibrate and chime away.

“I was gonna ask about that, if you were getting my texts or not.” Eddie stuffed the phone back inside her bra.

Lip chuckled and ignored her observation. He made the decision to NOT text her back, seeing as how she illegally obtained his phone number from his employee file. “It was nice catching up. Enjoy your coffee-”

“So, you’ll go?” Eddie made a show of flicking her tongue out and licking the straw. Every stroke is deliberate and inviting, until she finally took a sip of her beverage. “Come out and have fun with me. Live a little.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I’m gonna have to respectfully decline.” Lip tried to edge around her, but she caught him by his t-shirt and tugged him closer.

Eddie leaned up on her tiptoes and whispered in Lip’s ear. “Why? Worried about your little girlfriend? You can bring her if you want, I don’t mind sharing~”

“What are we sharing?” Fiona suddenly appeared by Lip’s side. She draped her arm over her brother’s shoulders and gave Eddie her biggest, fakest smile ever. “Venereal diseases? No thank you.”

The raven took a step back and narrowed her eyes on Fiona. “Ugh. Possessive much? All you bossy women are the same. You don’t own your man, he’s allowed to make his own decisions.”

When realization hit, Lip froze in pure terror.

Fiona looked at Lip, and then back to Eddie. She shrugged and twisted one of Lip’s curls around her finger. “Babe…. Who’s the boss?”

Ian stood several feet away, a horrified expression on his face. So, Fiona WAS right about Eddie, who mistook Fiona for Lip’s girlfriend. Could this day get any worse?

“…. You’re the boss,” Lip mumbled, wanting so badly to disappear from existence.  

“Whose boss?” Fiona cooed sweetly.

“My boss.” Lip swallowed a lump in his throat and avoided Eddie’s gaze.

“Do I ever force you to do anything you don’t want to do?”

Lip shook his head.

“And are you happy?”

“Very.”

“And do you love me?~” Fiona purred.

Eddie huffed and crossed her arms, her contempt growing darker and more prominent each second.

Ian sided with Eddie on this one. This is uncalled for, not to mention the surge of jealousy. It should be him on Lip’s arm, not his sister, telling Eddie off.

The eldest Gallagher is having way too much fun whereas Lip experienced distress. His instinct is to laugh it off and tell Eddie it’s a poor excuse for a joke. However, Fiona’s intervention could work in his favor. Eddie might lay off now that she’s met Lip’s fake girlfriend.

“You know I do, babe.” Lip tried to match Fiona’s enthusiasm, but it fell short.

Ian didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. He felt bad for Lip, who suddenly lost his ability to perform under pressure.

“Aww, you’re so sweet!”  Fiona gave Lip’s cheek a hard squeeze and pinch.

Lip smiled and he threw a subtle elbow jab into Fiona’s side.

Fiona wrenched a fistful of blonde curls, her over-the-top smile matching her tone. “I love you more, bumble bee~ Now, can you kindly tell the bitch to back the fuck off?”

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here, slut.”

Fiona, Lip, and Ian stared at Eddie.

“Trying to make me jealous? You’re cute,” Eddie sneered. “There’s nothing to be jealous of. You’re inbred, white trash. ALL of you.”

“Hey…” Ian frowned unhappily. “Don’t drag me into this-”

Eddie interrupted with a violent snarl, “Shut up you Raggedy-ass-Ann looking bitch! I recognize a stalker when I see one!”

“….” Ian didn’t know how to respond. The implication was there, but who did Eddie think he was stalking?

Fiona raised her middle finger. “Are you done with your little temper tantrum? Or, do I need to call cops and have them escort you off my property?”

Eddie looked around and noticed the busted-up laundromat. She scoffed in disbelief. “Go figure. You’re a nobody with a shitty laundromat. Cops wouldn’t waste their time on you.”

The brunette crossed her arms. “What’s that? I didn’t hear you.”

“I said-” Eddie replaced her bitter rage with a faux smile, “-see you this Monday, Lip.”

“Touch him again without his consent,” Fiona warned, “and I’m paying your boss a visit at the bike shop, me and my good buddy Crowbar.” She released Lip’s hair and gave him a friendly pat on top of his head. “Lip is a nice guy, but I’ll drag him to the PD if I have to and make him turn you in for sexual harassment.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up and she looked over at Lip for help, but Lip looked away, guilt etched into his face. That’s all the confirmation she needed. “Huh. Sexual harassment… You couldn’t man up and tell me to my face? You had to get your old, sleazy girlfriend to do it for you?”

“This old, sleazy girlfriend will go white trash on your ass if you don’t leave.” Fiona took a dangerous step forward and Eddie backed away.

“For Christ’s sake, she’s toxic Lip. You can do better.” Eddie started walking in the opposite direction.

Fiona stopped, turned around, and planted her hands on her hips. “Jesus Lip, you sure know how to pick em’.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Lip exhaled a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. “To be fair though, I have that effect on women. They take one look at me, and their panties drop.”

Ian snorted and Lip shot him a glare.

 “Somebody should’ve kept their big mouth shut.”

Ian scratched his nose and pretended the crack in the sidewalk was the most interesting thing in the world. “Sorry but hey, maybe Eddie will leave you alone at work?”

“She better,” Fiona confirmed.

“Hey slut.”

Fiona turned around.

Eddie had ripped the lid off before throwing her drink in the brunette’s face, splattering ice and coffee everywhere.  

“SHIT THAT’S COLD!” Fiona recovered from the shock in seconds, whereas Lip and Ian are still frozen in place, watching their sister chase Eddie down.

Eddie screamed when she was tackled from behind.

The two girls rolled off the sidewalk, cursing and throwing punches. Eddie went for Fiona’s hair and her eyes, but Fiona’s recovery and reaction time was faster. She repeatedly punched Eddie in the face, breaking her sunglasses and smearing makeup in the process.

A crowd began to collect, and people pulled out their phones to record the fight.

“Aye, aye! Nothing to see here people, keep moving!” Ian switched to crowd control, whereas Lip was the lookout.

Lip waved to people in his attempts to redirect traffic. Drivers honked angrily at the commotion in the middle of the road.

Then he heard it echoing in the distance. Police sirens.

“Shit! Ian go grab Fiona’s keys and lock the place up!” Lip shouted.

“On it!” Ian sprinted into the laundromat to grab Fiona’s keys.

In the meantime, Lip tried to break up the fight, but was like trying to soothe two feral cats locked in a battle to the death.

Eddie scratched and clawed into Fiona’s chest and neck, but it didn’t stop Fiona from smashing Eddie’s face in a flurry of fists. At one point, Fiona heard a bone snap, and she isn’t sure if it’s her fist, or Eddie’s nose.

They’re both covered in blood by the time Lip said, “Fuck it” and threw his arms around Fiona’s waist. He pried her off Eddie, his sister wielding a fistful of long, black hair.

“Southside bitch!” Fiona threw up two middle fingers.

“The cops are on their way!” Lip put her down and the mention of law enforcement seemed to bring her back to reality.

“My keys! I have to lock up!”

“Already done!” Ian threw open the driver’s side door and slid behind the wheel. “C’mon!”

If Fiona didn’t have open scratches and wounds on her face, she would’ve told Ian to hop in the passenger side.

Lip ushered Fiona into the passenger seat before climbing in the back himself. When he closed the door, he saw a few people tending to Eddie. He would’ve felt bad if she had been a decent person, but getting her ass whooped was a much-needed wake-up call. You can’t treat people like shit and expect nothing to happen.

Although, he wasn’t looking forward to work on Monday. Eddie might poison his coffee or slip razor blades into his sandwich. He wouldn’t put murder past her, the motive being revenge.

---

“Ow!” Fiona flinched and slapped Ian’s hand away. “That hurt!”  

“You got gravel and glass in your scalp, Fi.” Ian sighed patiently. “Unless you’d rather go to the hospital and explain your injuries? They’ll have to report it to the cops and that could stir up an investigation. I’m sure they’ll have a blast reading over your criminal record.”

“Rude!” The brunette crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. “Continue.”

“Thank you.” Ian shifted the tweezers in his hand and resumed looking for debris. “Lip could you hold the flashlight at a different angle?”

“Yeah.” Lip did as he was asked and made a face when Ian plucked a piece of gravel from Fiona’s injured scalp; the gravel is covered in blood. “So, what’s the good word, doc? Do I need to call Sue?”

“No.” Ian dropped the gravel into the trash and carefully parted Fiona’s hair from left to right. “The wounds are superficial, no stitches needed.”

“Hallelujah! Can’t say the same for Eddie though, I think I broke her nose.” Fiona glanced down at her bruised hand. She can flex every finger and experience minimal pain, but it’s going to get worse, especially since the adrenaline is wearing off.

Carl walked into the kitchen but stopped in his tracks when he saw his older siblings. They all looked dirty and ragged as shit, but Fiona looked the worst. He couldn’t decide if it was a street fight or a bar fight. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Ugh, shut up and grab me a cold beer” Fiona said.

Sporting his police academy training vest, Carl went over to the fridge and fetched his sister a beer. He took a seat at the kitchen table and handed the drink off to Fiona. “Jesus, was that you guys on 5^th avenue?”

“Damn, she snitched on us already?” Fiona cracked the beer open and took a drink.

Ian and Lip looked worried, unlike their sister.

“Naa, the victim didn’t call it in. One of the bystanders did, said a small group of guys jumped this Asian chick out of nowhere.”

Ian laughed, until Fiona punched him in the arm.

“Ooowwww.” Ian rubbed his sore arm.

“Do I look like a guy? Pfft and nobody jumped Eddie. I was the one kicking her ass after she threw her coffee in my face.” Fiona took another swig of cold beer. “How worried do we have to be Carl? Did she drop names?”

Carl shook his head. “No, she didn’t. Said she barely remembers, and she was jumped from behind, making her an unreliable witness if she were to try and identify you. IF she changes her statement, she’ll face criminal charges for making false allegations.”  

“Look at you! Talking like a law enforcement official.” Lip ruffled Carl’s hair. “M’so proud of you bud.”

“Whatever.” Carl knocked Lip’s hand away. “What happened, anyway?”

Ian dropped the tweezers into a small bowl of rubbing alcohol. “Biker check Eddie shows up, hits on Lip, mistakes Fiona for Lip’s girlfriend, and started slut shaming her before throwing her drink in Fiona’s face.”

“Slut shaming? That’s awful. Fiona, there’s no shame in being a slut,” Carl said.

“I’m about ready for round two.” Fiona put the beer down on the tabletop and made to stand up.

Carl jumped back and reached for something in his vest. “I got a taser and I’m not afraid to use it.”

Lip laughed before shutting the flashlight off. “I don’t think your pinner taser is gonna do anything, except rile her up more.”

“You’re on your own, pal. I’m not getting my ass kicked today.” Ian took the bowl and tweezers and dumped out the rubbing alcohol in the sink.

“Seriously? You guys are pussies.” Carl took his hand out of his vest. He was hoping at least one of his brothers would back him up. “Sorry Fi, I should’ve addressed Ian. He’s the biggest slut in the family.”

“Guilty as charged,” Ian agreed nonchalantly. He washed the bowl and tweezers and put them away above the fridge.

“Thank you, Carl. You can live another day.” Fiona raised her beer and chugged the rest of it. “Where’s Debbie and Franny? Did Liam even leave his room today?”

Carl laughed nervously, “Thanks and I think Debbie took Franny to the park. Something about it being a milf-magnet. Oh, and Liam went over to his friend’s house to play video games.”

“She’s into milfs now?” Lip joined Ian in the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards. He found a box of blueberry Pop-Tarts and ripped one of the bags open.

“She wants a sugar mama, someone who’ll spoil Franny.” Carl motioned to the Pop-Tarts, “Pass me one.”

Lip tossed a bag of Pop-Tarts to Carl.

Carl caught them and ripped the packaging open. He ate them like that, whereas Lip threw his in the toaster.

“Debbie can have her sugar mama, as long as we get to keep Franny” Ian stated. “I’m her favorite uncle and that’s a bond money can’t buy.”

Fiona crumpled the empty beer can and deposited in the trash can. “Agreed, but Debbie has a way of pissing people off. I doubt she’ll find anything long-term.”

“Ouch. That’s harsh,” Carl said.

“But it’s true,” Ian pointed out.

POP.

Lip moved his Pop-Tarts to a plate and made his way back to the kitchen table. “All redheads are crazy.”

“Hey! Don’t group me with Debbie’s crazy!” Ian took personal offense to this statement. “I have a mental disorder. I take medication for Christ’s sake.”

“Calm your tits,” Lip said over an eyeroll. He patted the empty chair next to him and offered Ian a Pop-Tart.

Pacified, Ian took a seat next to his brother and happily accepted the food offering. He blew on it and took a few cautionary bites; he burnt his tongue last time.

Carl’s handheld radio buzzed with static, and the dispatcher spoke. “I gotta go, my partner is waiting outside for me. Hey Fiona, did we need anything from the grocery store?”

Lip raised his half-eaten Pop-Tart. “More Pop-Tarts.”

“Coffee and creamer. Oh! And some bread, get the whole wheat though or Debbie will flip out.” Fiona maneuvered around the kitchen chairs and approached Carl. She cupped his chin and pressed a kiss against his forehead. “Stay safe.”

“Just what I needed, spit and beer on my face.” Carl huffed and scrubbed his face clean.

“I love you too, kid.” Fiona gave his shoulder a squeeze and hurried over to the stairs. “Dibs on the first shower!”

“Fine by me!” Lip shouted.

“Go ahead, Fi!” Ian added.

“Thanks, you guys are the best.” Fiona smiled at her brothers, all she was missing from her brood was Debbie, Franny and Liam. She’s proud of every single one of them.

After Fiona ascended the stairs, Carl was next to exit. He said his farewells, which included punching Lip and Ian in their sore arms, before sprinting out through the front door.

From downstairs Ian and Lip could hear the shower going, and Carl’s cop buddy must’ve pulled out by now.

Ian deemed it safe enough to lean against his brother’s side and wrap his arms around Lip’s waist. He rested his head on Lip’s shoulder and inhaled the comforting scent he’s come to know and love. “Hell of a day.”

“Right?” Lip turned his head to nuzzle a kiss against Ian’s temple. “You weren’t supposed to tell anyone about Eddie. You manipulated Fiona into fighting my psycho co-worker.”

Ian pouted. “….You manipulated her, too. You turned our relationship into a joke.”

“I didn’t want to, and I’m sorry.”

“S’okay.”

“It’s not, Ian. We lie and manipulate our own family. Family that trusts us to love and protect them.”

Ian tightened his grip around Lip. “We’re pieces of shit.”

“We are,” Lip agreed quietly.

The guilt weighed heavily on both siblings.

Lip snaked his hand around Ian’s shoulders and held him close. “I don’t like feeling this way.”

“Me neither.” Ian shifted and cupped Lip’s face, turning him so they could lock eyes. “Are we ever going to tell them?”

“I…I don’t know. Just know I’m working on it.” Lip rested a hand over Ian’s own. He’ll never get over Ian’s big, green puppy eyes, and how they shimmered with adoration. Ian is putting all his trust in Lip’s decisions, and he doesn’t want to disappointment his little brother. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

“It won’t be like this forever,” Lip continued, “we’ll save up enough money for an apartment, and move to the West Side where people don’t know us. We’ll still be close enough to visit the family but there will be less restrictions on our relationship, less rules.”

“Really? And we’ll get to go on dates and stuff?” Ian’s eyes lit up and a smile danced on his perfect, rose-colored lips.

“Of course. We’ll go on as many dates as you want, and I’ll introduce you as my crazy ginger boyfriend I met at a swinger’s party. I swapped you for my girlfriend and the rest is history. Oh, and you being the superior dick sucker had nothing to do with my decision.”

“Romantic.” It’s an absurd story and Ian laughed sarcastically. “Hah. Hah. I’m gonna tell everyone I met you at a halfway house. I was your advisor and you kept coming onto me, so I said ‘Why not? He looks look like a good lay’. You slept over at my place and haven’t left since.”

“That’s more fucked up than my story!” Lip flicked Ian’s ear but not too harshly.

The negative feelings are forgotten and the two share a good laugh, despite how tired and sore they are.

“I love you so much.” Ian murmured, and he caressed Lip’s face.

“I love you more,” Lip said, leaning into Ian’s touch.

They kissed, or rather, they made out. They’re bending a rule but they’re not necessarily breaking it, so Lip allowed Ian this small indulgence.

Ian got a little handsy though.

Lip had to restrain Ian’s hands, but they continued kissing.

A creaking sound caught their attention. They broke apart and instantly searched for the source of the noise.

“I think Fiona finished her shower” Lip said. “Did you wanna jump in next?”

“Is that an invite?” Ian flirtatiously eyed his brother up and down.

“Absolutely not. Don’t need a repeat of what happened in the bathroom this morning.” Lip stood up from his seat and grabbed the empty plate.

“Fiiiine, but I think there’s a way we can work around this new rule.”

“How so?”

Ian opened his mouth-

“We’re not fucking, Ian. Not when family’s around.” Lip distributed the plate in an empty sink.

“Okay but hear me out……You didn’t say anything about foreplay.”

Lip groaned at his brother’s answer. “You’re a persistent sonofabitch, ya know?”  

“Well?” If Ian had a tail, it’d be wagging back and forth, whacking the hell out of the chair legs. He behaved like an obedient puppy waiting for its master to give him a treat.

Lip considered it and after a minute he sighed forcefully, gesturing for Ian to follow him upstairs. “Foreplay is fine but check the damn doors this time, got it?”

Ian sprang from his chair and trotted over to the stairs as cheerful as could be.

The blonde made his way to their shared bedroom, mentally scolding himself for giving in too easily…. He can’t be too hard on himself though, because Lip enjoyed making Ian happy. Someday, preferably sooner than later, Lip will be able to focus on just that: Getting Ian to laugh and smile, and to forget every hardship life has thrown his way.

Even if things don’t work out for them in the future, Lip is determined to protect Ian at all costs. He won’t let another guy like Mickey Milkovich walk into Ian’s life and carelessly mishandle his heart and break it. Lip will have to vet all of Ian’s potential lovers, a job he won’t take lightly.

Entering the room before the other, Lip heard a soft click behind him, followed by the lock snapping into place.

Ian seized his brother by his hips and aggressively spun him around.

Lip was unceremoniously tossed against the bed in the blink of an eye. He’s on his back now, with Ian grinding against his crotch and nipping around his neck. It’s moments like these, where Ian’s insatiable hunger devours him, that Lip’s mind stills. His unease, his fears, and his contingency plans are forgotten in the heat of their passionate moment.

---

The kitchen is empty.

Cars drove by, honking at the kids who refused to stay on the sidewalk with their bikes.

A young couple is arguing on their porch but they’re too far away to make out their drunk shouting.

Someone shifted on the back of the Gallagher porch, causing the wooden steps to creak like before.

Frank’s disheveled mug appeared in the window where the curtains were drawn open. He squinted at the spot where Ian and Lip had been sitting seconds before.

They were…. Doing some not-so-brotherly things.

Originally, Frank was going to sneak into the house after everybody left but when things got quiet, he stole a glance into the kitchen window, assuming the coast was clear.  He was wrong and he wished he’d waited another five minutes.

Lip and his little brother, Ian? Well, half-brother. It’s not full-on incest, so in Frank’s mind they’re still better than the Milkovich family.

Speaking of Milkovich, wasn’t Ian in a committed relationship to that short fucker? Terry’s seed? Maybe they broke up and Lip swooped in and took advantage of an emotionally vulnerable Ian? Although, it didn't seem like Ian was being taken advantage of...

It’s not as though Frank didn’t experiment with his older cousins when he was growing up. Then there was that thing with Sammi and whew…things got weird, and fast.

Although he couldn’t hear their conversation, Frank could decipher their body language. Those idiots damn near sprinted up the stairs, playing grab ass the whole time. Oh yeah, they’re going to fuck.

It’s a disturbing development, that’s for certain. Frank’s paternal instincts (whatever is left of them) urged him to address his boys and put a stop to their bullshit nonsense.

“Gah. Shit.” Frank hobbled around the back porch, searching for the spare key; Fiona was always stashing it in a new place. This time, Frank found it in an empty pill bottle tucked underneath the first porch step. He unscrewed the lid, removed the key, and let himself inside. He had a plan, and it repeated in his head: Find the boys. Confront them. Threaten them. Throw hands, and whether they kick his ass or not, at least Frank will get his point across. There will be no incestuous relationships under his roof, no sirree. They will NOT stoop to the Milkovich level.

Afterwards, his kids will thank him and welcome him back home. They'll treat him like a king! Frank grinned in anticipation.

It's a full-proof plan and it should’ve flown effortlessly, but like everything else in Frank’s life, it went to shit before he could kickstart his ingenious plan.  

“Frank?” Fiona stepped away from the stairs, towel drying her damp hair. She’s on guard immediately when spotting the intruder. “What did you steal?”

“I didn’t steal anything. I just got here.” Frank pouted slightly. “I don’t appreciate your accusatory tone young lady.”

“Fuck you.” Fiona dropped the towel, turned, and yanked the bat off the wall. “Are you high?”

“Only on life.” Its then Frank noticed the bruises and scratches on Fiona’s face and arms. “What happened to you?”

Fiona gave her father a skeptical look and arched eyebrows. “What happened to you? Shouldn’t you be hanging out with your meth head buddies?”  

“Okay, that’s a fair question. I know was gone for a couple weeks, but I kicked the habit. Honestly. I’m a changed man Fiona, an honest man who just wants to take care of his family.”  Frank held his arms out to Fiona, as though he wanted to embrace her.

The brunette wasn’t buying it. She raised the bat and marched at Frank, who stumbled and raised his hands defensively. “I DON'T WANT YOU AND YOUR DRUGS INSIDE MY HOUSE!" 

“Oh, come on….” Frank’s watery eyes didn’t faze his daughter. “It’s my last rock and I’m still mourning your mother’s death. My sweet angel of a wife, may her soul rest in-”

If there’s one thing that pissed Fiona off more than Frank, it's hearing the name Monica, her deceased mother. Fiona gripped the bat with two hands, and she took a swing at Frank’s head. “GET OUT!!!”

“AHH!” Frank dove across the kitchen floor, crashing into the lower cabinets. He remained on the floor, trying to appear small and helpless. He looked up at his daughter tried one more time to appeal to her better nature. "I saw them, Fiona! Right here in this kitchen! Committing the unholiest of acts!" 

Fiona was already winding her arms back for a second strike, only to pause when Frank spoke. "Who?"

"Y-your brothers, Lip and Ian." 

Fiona readied the bat. "Okay, I've had it up to HERE with your stupid mind games-" 

"No mind games! I swear! They were kissing minutes ago and I'm not talking about a friendly peck on the mouth. They were FULL ON making out and grabbing on each other like horny newlyweds." Frank shuddered in disgust, the memory replaying in his mind. 

The brunette slowly lowered the bat, expression carefully blank. Her father is known to make some outrageous claims, and this had to be the most ridiculous one, and yet Fiona's alarm bells went off. An uneasy feeling settled over her. She stared at Frank's face, searching for the desperate lie she knew was there. 

Frank cautiously rose to his feet, using the countertop to hoist himself up. "I don't know how long it's been going on, but we have to put a stop to it. Right now! Let's me and you go up there and have a talk with your brothers, tell em' they can't be fooling around with their own bloodline. Ugh, it makes me nauseous thinking about it." 

"Ha...Haha." Fiona laughed and shook her head. "You're unbelievable." She tapped the bat against the floor. "You would say anything to get back inside this house. Honestly, I'm not surprised anymore Frank but that is fucked up thing to say that about your own sons."

"Fiona-" 

“Get out of my face or I'll bust your goddamn kneecaps, then you can crawl your way out of here.” Her voice is calm, but it had a knife's edge to it. She meant business and Frank would be an idiot to test her patience any further.

“Okay. I'm leaving." Frank moved away from the counter and went to the back door. He gripped the doorknob and hesitated. He turned to face his daughter and cleared his throat. “I just want you to know that your brothers' incestuous relationship isn't your fault. It doesn't reflect on your parenting. You're a good sister and mom. Lip and Ian are...confused. They need a firm hand and guidance. I would suggest extension cords, but wire hangers are good too."

“Out” Fiona said, pointing the bat at him.

Frank couldn’t have been prouder in that moment. In those rare flashes of lucidity, he didn’t see his little girl anymore. He saw a strong woman, a great woman, who protected her family with astounding ferocity. Sadly, Frank is no longer apart of the family. Both he and Monica prioritized drugs and alcohol over building a relationship with their offspring. He blamed his love for Monica and how she blinded him to better, and more important things in life. Like raising a family together. Making memories with his sons and daughters. Taking Debbie and Fiona to shop for prom dresses. Attending Liam’s first baseball game. Watching Lip compete in the spelling bee. Going to Ian’s graduation ceremony at West Point. Helping Carl purchase his first knife, or gun.

Maybe Frank did bear partial blame, but the majority is on Monica.

“See you around kiddo, you know where to find me if you need anything." Frank opened the door and left. 

Fiona placed the bat on the counter. She started pacing around the kitchen, anxiously running her hands through her damp hair. "He's full of shit, Fiona, you know this. He's a liar and a cheater... and a master manipulator! That's what he's doing right now. Trying to get in your head. Trying to make you feel like a shitty parent so he can step in and 'help'." She came to an abrupt stop and threw her head back, cackling deliriously. "HAH!!! Like I need your fucking help, Frank! You can kiss my ass!" 

Silence. 

Unbearable, problematic silence. It left too much room for her thoughts to fester.

Shit. She needed to talk to someone outside the family, otherwise she’ll lose her goddamn mind.  

Notes:

I feel like Eddie is the kinda gal that see's something she likes and TAKES it. This is my portrayal of her character, not the actor irl. Let's face it though, Lip would be into her if he wasn't already committed to making things work with Ian.

I can't tell you how much I struggled with the ending and re-wrote it a bunch of times. I wanted Liam to be the one to see Ian and Lip kissing, but it would've changed the storyline. Plus, I think it's more fun with Frank because nobody is gonna believe the chronic liar/alcoholic/addict/dealer/thief XD That's why he offered to help Fiona with groceries. His logic is this: If I do something good for Fiona and gain her trust, then I can tell her about Lip and Ian and we can team up and tackle this issue together! Daddy-and-daughter-duo yes!

Oh and Lip and Ian didn't go downstairs when Fiona was about to murder Frank because duh, they were preoccupied with other things 👀

Chapter 24

Summary:

Lip and Ian get into a fight. A really, really bad fight.

Fiona asks a friend for advice.

“Is she still staring?” Lip asked.

Brad tilted his head to glance over Lip’s shoulder. “Yup.”

“Bad?”

“Uh, yeah. I would skip lunch if I were you. Drinks too, she might’ve poisoned em’.”

“Fuck me.” Lip scowled and clenched the wrench in his hand.

Brad crouched down and whispered, “You said it was your sister, right?”

“Yes, for Christ’s sake I wouldn’t hit a woman!” Lip snapped and regretted it instantly.

Eddie looked up from her phone and narrowed her eyes on Brad and Lip.

“I know, I know! Sheesh.” Brad kept his voice low this time, trying his best to avoid Eddie’s dangerous gaze. “Why though? Run it by me again.”

Lip huffed impatiently and resumed working on the bike. He checked each lug nut and tightened the ones that felt loose. “Eddie thought Fiona was my girlfriend. She came over, talked some shit, and threw her coffee in my sister's face. Then Fiona attacked her.”

“Is that… normal for your family?” Brad dipped a cloth into a grease tin. 

“Normal?” Lip scoffed. “Nothing is normal about my family. My dad was doing his daughter, Sammy. Fiona fucked her uncle. Carl was raped by a woman, but he’s still convinced otherwise.”

“What?!” Brad lost his balance and accidentally shoulder checked the bike.

“Watch it!” Lip steadied the motorcycle with his hands and glowered at his boss.

“Sorry.” The older gentleman rearranged himself for better balance.

Lip felt the hairs on his neck rise. ".... She's watching us."

Brad stole a quick peek. He blinked twice and dropped his head to begin polishing like his life depended on it. “Yeah, it's starting to freak me out.”

Crap. Lip turned his head slightly when the bell rang at the entrance door, only to catch a glimpse of the demon that was known as Eddie.

Eddie’s face was a combination of yellows and purples. She took a week off, but it wasn’t long enough time to hide the injuries to her face. Since her return, she’s been giving Lip the death glare. Or the I-will-kill-you-as-soon-as-you-look-away glare. Lip is scared for his life.

“Your sister fucked her uncle?” Brad inquired curiously.

“Jesus, is that all you heard?!" Lip wanted to smack him with the wrench but that would result in jail time. He's on edge right now with Eddie's death stares, and Brad isn't making anything better. "It was a drunk hook-up and they both found out they were related a week later. Didn't help that the guy was from Australia." 

“Classic.” The elder gentleman picked up on Lip's anxiety and decided to dial back on his questions. He thought his family was chaotic, but compared to the Gallaghers they were Little House on the Prairie. He proceeded to wipe the motorcycle down, giving it that that 5-star shine. “Your brother Carl, he’s okay though?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Lip shrugged. He really didn’t know. Carl mentioned it once, Debbie went off on him, and it was never brought up afterwards. “I’m sorry for the shitty attitude. Eddie has me fucked up right now and I'm on edge." 

“We're good, bud.” Brad glanced at his ill-tempered receptionist and visibly paled. "If looks could kill...." He rubbed grease on the leather seat and followed up with a dry wipe. “You wanna take lunch early? I'll wrap up the finishing touches on the bike, client is gonna swing by this afternoon.”

"Sounds like a plan." Lip nodded to his friend while actively avoiding Eddie's murderous gaze. 

Speaking of lunch, a specific redhead showed up not a second later.

Wearing a big, confident grin, Ian raised two brown bags and waved them in the air. “Who's got time for Chachi’s Tacos?”

Lip's heart dropped to his stomach. He warned Ian about unexpected visits at his job site, but that idiot just didn't listen. Especially now when it mattered most because for all they knew, Eddie was carrying a firearm. 

Brad whined as he stood up and wiped his hands off with the cleanest part of the rag. “Damnit. I would join ya'll but my wife packed me a lunch.”

"Your loss." Ian laughed to mask his nervousness but that's hard to ignore when his hair is standing up on his neck, and goosebumps are prickling his skin.

Lip forced a smile and tossed his polishing rag and wrench to the side. “Hey you. Shouldn't you be transporting a dead body or Narcaning some poor sonofabitch?”

“Eh, the body is still in the rig,” Ian replied with a shrug. "I always got time for Mexican food."

Brad's eyes tripled in size. "Are you serious? You got a dead body? Right now? Right outside the shop?"

"He's fucking with you," Lip insisted. He moved in front of Ian and gave him an intense stare. "What are you doing?"  

"Nothing.... Just wanted to see you." Ian looked down like a puppy that had just been scorned. 

"You. Can't. Be. Here." Lip whispered through gritted teeth, accentuating each word with a finger jab to Ian's chest. 

"Why?" Ian looked seriously hurt but Lip wasn't falling for it. 

"You know why." 

Green eyes raised and Ian caught Eddie starting at them. A chill went down his spine. He turned his attention back to his older brother. "Oh." 

“Are you…… guys alright?” Brad noticed the tense energy in the air, which was already bad enough with Eddie wanting to murder her co-worker, but now it seemed like she wanted to murder Ian too. 

“We're fine," Lip said.

"Are we?" Ian retorted. 

Lip wished he had that wrench back in his hand. Ian was getting on his last nerve. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm always going out of my way for you, but you don't do the shit for me. No lunches. No calls or texts. You don't wanna hang out AFTER work so I gotta use MY lunch break to spend time with you. It's only 30 minutes, is that too much to fucking ask?!" Ian waved the bag of tacos around like a madman and his yelling had patrons looking up in concern. 

"Ian-" Lip grabbed his brother by the arm and clenched down hard. "Not here," he murmured, the threat looming under false concern. 

"Yeah, if you're gonna fuck, or fight, definitely don't do it here" Brad said in a jovial tune, but his joke fell on deaf ears. 

The redhead calmed down but anger and hurt still bubbled beneath the surface. "What am I doing wrong, Lip?"

"Nothing." Lip's expression softened. "Please take your lunch break elsewhere. I don't want any trouble." He could feel Eddie's gaze boring into the back of his skull. It wasn't that he didn't want to spend time with Ian, in fact he would prefer to spend every waking moment with his beloved brother. However, it wasn't safe to spend so much time together outside the protection of their house. People will get the wrong idea about them, and it'll get harder to hide their relationship from everyone. Fiona already suspected something, and Brad made that weird incest joke. 

Lip is personally terrified that he might be the one to give in to lust and affection, thus exposing their relationship. He wanted to protect what they had and most importantly protect his little brother, Ian. 

The tension in the air is heavy and suffocating. 

People are staring and whispering among themselves.

Brad coughed awkwardly, "Could you guys move this family squabble outside? You're making the customers nervous." 

"I'll take my lunch in the break room and Ian is leaving." Lip relaxed his grip on Ian's arm before letting go and taking a step back. "Right?" 

The poor guy looked defeated and humiliated. Ian with his sad puppy eyes and crumpled bag of tacos only nodded. He didn't look at anyone when he turned around and began walking out of the shop.

Guilt hit Lip like a ton of bricks. He didn't like the idea anymore then Ian, but it was the best option for them both. More normality, although there was nothing normal about their conversation just now. 

"Whew." Brad sighed in relief. "I thought there was gonna be a brawl in my shop."

"Haha, not today but if were Frank walking through that door, I would've beat the crap out of him instantly." Lip had barely taken a few steps in the direction of the breakroom when he heard a collective gasp from those around him. Lip paused and turned around-

Ian smashed several tacos into Lip's face. 

"IAN WHAT THE FUCK?!" Lip stumbled backwards, blindly scrubbing his face while taco meat stung his eyes. Shit, one of those had jalapenos in it. 

Brad tried to intervene, but he was one second too late. He watched Ian pounce on Lip and the two brothers struggled to pin the other down.

Ian got a lucky punch in first. There's an audible crack when his fist collided into Lip's nose. 

Lip still couldn't see but the pain is there nonetheless, loud and searing. He grunted and threw his right elbow into Ian's chest, nearly knocking the wind out of his lungs. 

"Oof!" Ian grunted before digging his fingers into Lip's curly hair and pounding his head against the floor. 

Hair pulling? Juvenile. Lip suddenly flipped them over, tossing Ian onto his backside and climbing over him. By this time Lip's vision is clear and he held Ian by the collar of his EMT shirt, throwing right hooks into Ian's face. 

Ian's vision blurred and he tasted copper on his tongue. He can't discern if it's his blood, or the blood dripping from Lip's nose. It hurt, bad but it was tolerable compared to the heartache. He tried to shield his face from Lip's onslaught. 

"I'm calling the cops!" Yelled one of the customers. 

"Oh man my TikTok is gonna explode!" Said a young woman, who was recording the fight. She shifted the phone, so it was on her face, with Lip and Ian in the background fighting. "Southside brutality. What sad, sad world we live in," she said in fake concern. 

"Lip that's enough!" Brad hooked his arms underneath Lip's arms and dragged the young man off his brother. 

"Let me fucking go!" Lip threw an elbow jab into Brad's side, but the old man was sturdy, and additionally he wasn't acting on blind rage.

"That's enough!" Brad held firm and he watched Ian scrambling to his feet, looking like he was ready for round 2. "Curtis!"

Curtis was on it. The old motorcyclist, also a co-worker, tackled the redhead before he could get to Brad. 

Ian made a choking sound when he hit the floor with the stranger on top of him, but that was because he was choking on his own blood; he must've severely bitten his tongue.  

Curtis held Ian down in safest way he could, because he sure as hell didn't want this little punk to attack him. Young bucks we're probably fighting over a girl, it happens more often than not. 

Dripping in taco meat and blood, Lip managed to calm down, but Brad refused to let him go. He glared at Ian.

From the floor, with his face bloodied and bruised, Ian scowled up at his older brother. 

Amongst the chaos and flying fists, nobody noticed the receptionist slipping out through the front entrance. 

Eddie located the ambulance and nonchalantly produced a kitchen knife. It's the biggest one in her kitchen, and the sharpest. The original plan was to stab Lip when he was in the breakroom, nothing lethal, but something that would scar nicely, and give the douchebag a good scare. However, this plan was a nice alternative. She took the knife and punctured all four tires. Afterwards, she fled on her motorcycle. 

---

The cops showed up but a quick explanation from Brad prevented the officers from cuffing the bloody and food-covered men. However, it's their job to investigate and take reports from other people present during the time of the assault. 

While one cop talked to the customers and co-workers, the other spoke to Lip and Ian. He introduced himself as Officer Warren, a fitting name for a beastly guy. "So, what's this about gentlemen? What has got you so riled up you'd fight in public place and put those nice people in danger?"

Lip is sitting on the sidewalk curb, smoking a cigarette and flicking a piece of lettuce off his shirt. "Putting people in danger is an exaggeration. We only wanted to kill each other." 

Ian is pacing back and forth, clearly in distress over the fact somebody stabbed his tires and even left the knife sticking out of one. He had a good guess as to who the culprit was. "Sue is gonna kill me," he kept repeating under his breath. "First she's gonna chop my dick off, then serve it to me on a platter. She'll make me choke on my own dick and then fire me." 

The cop didn't appreciate Lip's smart-ass comments and he was worried about the EMT talking to himself. "Is he okay?" He gestured to Ian. 

Lip shrugged, taking another long drag of his cigarette. "Mentally? No. Maybe he's off his meds again."

"I'm taking my meds you asshole!" He stopped pacing and pointed an accusatory finger at his brother. "This is your fault and you're going to help me pay for new tires."

"Like hell I will." Lip flicked ashes to the side. "I told your dumb ass not to bother me at work." 

"So, fuck me for wanting to spend time with you, huh?" Ian took a step towards Lip, but the officer raised his hand, forcing Ian to stop. 

Lip rolled his eyes, "Fucking drama queen. You're worse than Monica." 

Ian almost lunged for Lip and if it wasn't for the imposing threat of going to jail, he would've taken Lip in another fight. A fight he'd win this time. "And you're exactly like Frank." 

Anger burned in Lip's eyes. He tossed his cigarette and bolted up from the pavement. 

"Take it easy boys. Not unless you want to spend the night in an overcrowded jail." Officer Warren stepped between them. 

The officer's comment temporarily defused the situation. 

"Fine," Ian grumbled.

"Fine," Lip matched his brother's animosity. 

"The owner doesn't want to press charges, but-" Officer Warren turned to face Ian and pointed the knife sticking out from the flat tire. "-We can do something about that. Act of vandalism, punishable by jail and a hefty fine. You might be able to get compensation for the tires, too." 

Ian liked the sound of that. At least he'd have help paying for new tires. "Do I have to go to court?" 

"Maybe. Depends how long it takes to find the culprit."

"I can be of assistance!" Brad popped up next to Lip and retrieved his phone out of his pocket. He logged into some kind of security app and showed the officer the screen. He'd taken a snapshot of Eddie vandalizing the ambulance. "I can get you the whole video and her personnel file too." 

"Well, I'll be damned." Officer Warren studied the screen and commended Brad for having top-notch security cameras. They never get this lucky when it comes to busting people for vandalism. 

Ian doesn't feel lucky at all.

---

Ian is suspended for 2 weeks. His boss reprimanded him, publicly shaming Ian in front of the whole crew. Later on, Sue cussed him out for fighting on the job, and for not taking better care of the rig. They ordered new tires but until they arrived, Sue had to drive the crappy ambulance with a busted AC and no radio. 

In the meantime, Lip’s hours are significantly reduced. Brad explained it as disciplinary action for fighting and scaring away some longtime customers. At the end of the month Lip will go back to full-time. Lip is grateful that it's not a suspension, but the lack of hours affected his financial security. In addition, he was bored at home most of the time, a place he'd rather not be right now.

They're not sleeping in the same room anymore. Ian moved back into his old bedroom, which he shared with Liam. 

The change doesn't go unnoticed. Lip isn't sleeping well, and Ian is sleeping way too much. It's like their personalities changed. They're both miserable and grumpy all the time.

Sometimes it felt like rest of the family was walking on eggshells around them. 

When Fiona asked Ian what happened, it resulted in an unpleasant monologue about his mental health and meds.

When she asked Lip, he brushed it off and gave her some bullshit excuse like 'stressful work environment made me snap'. Yeah right, Lip loved his job and maybe that's why he's moping around about the reduced hours.

Fiona saw the viral video and it worried her. Lip and Ian we're at each other's THROATS. Their expressions appeared angry and hurt. It must've been one hell of a fight to make them stop talking to each other, and to everyone else. 

It isn't just Fiona who is affected. Debbie tried to start conversations that always ended with her doing all the talking. She also baked a number of sweets, trying to appeal to Ian and Lip's sweet tooth. Her attempts are in vain. They ignore her and barely touch the stuff she baked.

Carl can't tease them anymore. Whenever he made a joke (usually an insult) his brothers are quick to snap at him. Carl stopped coming upstairs for family meals. He'd rather stay in the basement where he doesn't have to deal with his moody brothers. 

Liam disclosed to Fiona how Ian would cry in his sleep sometimes, but Ian won't reveal the reason why. Liam assumed it was boyfriend troubles. Maybe Ian missed Mickey, or Trevor. Either way, it made Liam feel bad for Ian, and he wanted to do nice things for him, and for Lip. Like bringing Ian his morning coffee or grabbing the newspaper for Lip and helping him look for contract work. He was trying to make life easier for his older brothers. 

Franny isn't oblivious either. She asked her mother why Uncle Ian and Uncle Lip are sad. Debbie couldn't provide an answer, but Franny noticed it. She observed sadness in their eyes, and it made her sad too. 

The tense environment at home, paired with what Frank said the other week, drove Fiona to call her best friend. Her and Vee confirmed a much-needed visit and without telling anybody, she left that evening. 

---

“It feels like a bad breakup, you know? I mean, there always sulking around, taking their food to their rooms, and you can't talk to them without getting your head bitten off.”

"Oh, I remember those days. I lived in my pajamas for an entire month." Vee shifted on the kitchen chair, crossing her right leg over the left. She was nursing a beer, but Fiona already put 5 away since her arrival. Vee recognized when her friend was in a crisis, and she sent Kev and the girls to the park because Lord knows how much her daughters love to eavesdrop. "You make it sound like Ian and Lip were dating. It's a crazy thing to joke about." 

"I know how it sounds, but they used to be inseparable! Seriously, they were attached at the hip, Vee and now..." She sighed and swished the remaining beer in her bottle before shacking it. "It's like I don't even know them anymore. I feel like strangers are living in my home and the kids feel it too. Look what Franny drew-" Fiona pulled out a folded piece of paper from her bra and pushed it across the table towards Vee. 

Vee picked it up and unfolded the crude drawing. It's not as nice as her daughters' drawings, but Vee can depict a little girl holding hands with two men. The girl has a sad face and big blue tears, as do the men stick figures. "Jesus.... It's that bad, huh?"

"Yeah, fuckin' worse in-person. Lip and Ian... They're not enjoying life anymore. It's like they shut down for good. Walking around like fuckin' zombies or some shit." Fiona glanced at Vee's nearly full beer. "You gonna finish that?"

"Have at it, girl." Vee surrendered her beer. "They had a bad fight, and they'll get over it."

"I don't know Vee... This time it's serious. Did you see the video?"

"I did. What the hell were they fighting about?"

"I don't know. Ian says his meds, Lip says it was stress. They're both bullshitting me." Fiona chugged half the beer down. "I don't know how to fix it Vee." 

"Fiona," Vee said patiently. She placed her hand over Fiona's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Take a deep breath, honey and slow down on the alcohol."

The brunette made a face and shrugged. "Okay." She placed her beer on the table and squeezed Vee's hand. 

"Families fight all the time, some fights are worse than others. This will blow over. I say just give it more time and they'll eventually-"

"I think they're fucking," Fiona interrupted.

Vee raised both brows. "What?" 

Fiona sighed shakily. "The other week, uh, Frank was hanging outside on the back porch. Guess he was waiting for us to leave so he could sneak in. I went upstairs to shower, and Ian and Lip were still in the kitchen... Frank saw them kissing, Vee. Full on tongue action and ass grabbing and everything. That's why I think they're fucking, or at least they were until the big fight-" 

SMACK. 

Fiona's jaw dropped and she placed a hand over her stinging face. 

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me." 

"No, no.... That was an appropriate reaction." Fiona rubbed the area over her aching cheek and jaw. She needed that.

"Fi, you do realize this is Lip and Ian we're talking about, right? I helped change their diapers. Made their bottles. I bathed them, clothed them, and bandaged their cuts and bruises. I watched those beautiful babies grow into young men and not once did they behave inappropriately towards each other." 

"Yeah, but I got this feeling in my gut. It's telling me there's something going on between Ian and Lip. Then there's Frank-"

"Who is a severe ALCOHOLIC and ADDICT," Vee reminded. 

Fiona frowned. "Okay, even IF Frank hadn't said those things..." She shook her head and pressed a hand over her face. Her eyes watered and she whispered, "I can't let it go." 

Vee watched her best friend struggle to hold herself together. She didn't believe a word Frank said and how dare that asshole of a man put a wicked idea like that inside Fiona's head. She did, however, believe in Fiona's feelings and empathized with her. Now, she might not buy into Fiona's theory, but she could show her kindness and understanding. "Hey. You want something stronger than beer?" 

Fiona sniffled and nodded. "What do you got?"

"Vodka. Think you can handle it straight?" Vee didn't have any chasers and was banking on Kev to buy soda and juice after his excursion to the park. 

"Is the sky blue?" Fiona laughed, but it's the kind of laugh that's on the verge of crying. 

Vee hugged her friend and gently combed her fingers through Fiona's hair. "You're going to be okay, so's Lip and Ian. I don't have all the answers right now but we're going to get through this, together." 

"Thanks-" Fiona leaned into her friend's touch and cried a few silent tears.

They stayed like that for nearly 15 minutes, until Fiona announced she was okay, but she wanted that shot of vodka.

Vee obliged and fetched the bottle from kitchen. She returned, uncapped the bottle, and offered it to Fiona. Fiona took a short first, followed by Vee. Then, Fiona took another shot, and so did Vee. They took SEVERAL shots before Fiona felt good and drunk, confident enough to talk. 

"I think it started sometime last year... They started sharing a room and getting handsy around each other. Started talking different too, um, like teasing each other constantly but in a flirty way." Fiona tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I also didn't notice this at first, but they always had to be touching. Shoulder to shoulder, their legs bumping into each other, a lot more hugging, AND THE STARING! Don't get me started on the staring. They thought they were sneaky, pfft!" Fiona tipped the bottle back and inhaled another burning shot of vodka.

"That does sound... odd, but it doesn't exactly scream hey-I'm-boning-my-brother." Vee waited for Fiona to finish and took the bottle from her, planting it firmly on the floor. She didn't want her friend to black out while in a vulnerable state. "You ever catch them? You know, in the act?" 

"No." Fiona shook her head. "I've tried. They lock their bedroom door all hours of the day and night."

"Sketchy, any other evidence?"

Fiona crossed her arms and glanced up, considering the past year. "They both get hickies at the same time." 

"Maybe they're both getting laid at the same time?"

"Unless Lip's girlfriend and Ian's boyfriend are climbing through the window, and leaving through the window, it could be possible." 

"Jesus. That'd be awkward considering they share a room.... and they both sleep on that tiny ass bed?" 

"Yup" Fiona popped the 'p'.

Vee sighed and tapped her manicured nails together, unsure what to say. Yes, some of things Fiona described about Lip and Ian raise some red flags but, it's not enough to convince her the boys are sleeping together. "What are you going to do?"

Fiona shrugged, "I don't know. Best case scenario I call em' out, they laugh in my face and deny it. I'll leave it alone and move on."

"And worst-case scenario?"

Fiona looked away. "I'm right, and I put my foot down and tell them to stop. If they refuse... Kick em' to the curb, I guess. I wouldn't be able to look them in the eye knowing what was going on under my roof." 

"That's a little extreme, don't you think?"

"For handling incest? It isn't extreme enough."

Vee picked up the bottle and chugged 3 big gulps until her throat burned and her eyes stung. She wiped her mouth and set the bottle back down. "Have you tried talking to anybody? Ian's ex-boyfriends? Or Lip's ex-girlfriends?" 

"Ian's ex fucked off to Mexico, and Lip's ex took her baby daddy back. I don't think I could reach either of them if I tried." 

"What about Ian's last ex?" 

"Trevor?" Fiona cocked a brow. "Works down at the community youth center. Suppose I could swing by... I don't know about Lip though."

"He's got a sponsor, right? I bet he's got ALL THE DIRT on Lip. I thought that was a sponsor's job, to know all the darkest secrets." 

"You're a fuckin' genius, Vee. I love you!" Fiona lunged at her friend for a hug-

Vee laughed when Fiona stumbled and missed, crashing loudly onto the living room floor. She stood, walked around her friend, and took her by the arm to help her up.

"Shut up." Fiona swayed on her feet and this time she managed to embrace her best friend. 

It's the first time in a long time Vee didn't think of Svet, or how the heartless skank broke her heart by tricking her and Kev into signing the Alibi over. Fortunately, they were able to blackmail her and send both her and her scary husband back to Russia.

Vee also forgot how funny and amazing her best friend was. Team Vee and Fi, that's the kind of friendship that'll last forever.

---

Kev returned an hour later, only to find Vee and Fiona passed out on the couch. Not in a sexual way, more like they we're watching their favorite show, and the alcohol made them too tired to continue watching. They managed to toss all their beer bottles in the trash, but the empty vodka bottle was on top of the coffee table, next to the remote. "Looks like mommy and Auntie Fiona had a fun night!" 

"Daddy what's that?" Jemma asked, pointing to the empty vodka bottle.

"Oh uh.... It's a giant soda bottle, baby girl." He walked to the coffee table and plucked the bottle before his girls could get their hands on it. "Go grab some snacks and I'll help Aunty Fiona home." Kev gestured to the kitchen and Amy and Jemma happily scampered to the snack cabinet.

"Damn.... You could've opened a window at least." Kev walked to the nearest window behind the T.V. and pushed it open. It smelled like the Alibi in there, and that's not a compliment. 

Notes:

Updated 12/14/2023. Okay so I had to re-write this WHOLE ass chapter because it didn't sit right with me. I think it's because when I wrote the first version, I was a little drunk xD so it didn't flow cohesively, and on top of that I messed up the timeline (Vee's kids are older).

I am proud of this change though. I was able to go into more depth with Ian and Lip's falling out. Don't worry it's not permanent.

Chapter 25

Summary:

Kev gives Lip a stern talk.

Lip begins the arduous process of making amends to his siblings.

It was Lip’s day off from work and he didn’t want to do anything productive. He remained in bed, watching funny TikTok’s on his phone or listening to scary podcasts. Sometimes he’d catch a quick cat nap here and there.

Since Ian was at work, Lip could let himself into the kitchen to grab a snack. He had to avoid whatever room Ian was in because another fight was imminent if they stayed in proximity to one another. They also haven’t spoken since their debacle at the bike shop and aside from the awkward eye-contact when they both had to use the bathroom, they stayed out of each other’s way.

Both siblings are stubborn to a fault. Neither will apologize for their actions.

Lip prepared a bologna sandwich but before he could throw mayonnaise and cheese on it, he heard a commotion in the living room area. The blonde left his sandwich on the counter and went into the other room to investigate.

Kev stood there by the front door, a look of panic on his face. He was carrying an unconscious Fiona, bridal style. “Shit I think I bumped her head on the way in.”

“What the hell?” Lip approached his longtime neighbor and friend. His nose wrinkled when he caught a whiff of Fiona’s breath. It reeked of vodka. “Jesus Christ. What happened?”

“Her and Vee had some girl time and uh, overdid it, I guess. I don’t know how they got trashed in just an hour but it’s gotta be a record, right?” Kev finally noticed Lip’s appearance. From the messy bed hair to the deep circles under his eyes. Not to mention Lip is only in his underwear. “We’re you sleeping? Dude, it’s like 8:00pm.”

“I was in bed, but I wasn’t doing any sleeping.” Lip gestured to the couch. “You can lay her down here. One hour you said? I wonder who broke her heart this time.”

Kev lumbered over to the couch and carefully placed Fiona on it. He even went as far as to tuck a pillow underneath her head and cover her with a blanket that he grabbed from the recliner. “Vee said it was 2 guys and that Fiona was kon-sold-able.”

“….You mean inconsolable?”

“Whatever, I know what I meant.” Kev went into the kitchen and came back with the garbage can. “Just incase she decides to go all Exorcist on ya.” He placed the garbage can on the floor, right next to Fiona’s head.

Lip watched Kev taking care of Fiona, it was admirable how much the guy cared for his friends. “Fiona was dating 2 guys?”

“I don’t know, Vee was slurring her words, and it was kind of hard to make out what she was saying.” Kev leaned down and pushed Fiona’s hair out of her face as to avoid getting puke on it. “Vee said I know em’ though and she promised not to tell anyone until Fi gets her proof.”

“Proof of what?” Lip cocked his head, intrigued by the new information.

“Dunno.” Kev reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny packet of Advil. He placed it on the arm of the couch and pointed to the glass next to the T.V. “Is that water?”

Lip shrugged.

“Should be fine.” Kev grabbed the glass cup and set it down on the floor, next to the garbage can. “But I know the guys. That’s what’s bothering me cause I can’t think of anyone I know who would date a Gallagher. No offense.”

“None taken.” Lip too was wracking his brain for potential men interested in Fiona.

“Holy shit!” Kev shouted, startling Lip in the process. “Do you think it’s Tommy and Kermit?”

Lip snorted. “No! Definitely not Tommy and Kermit but that’s a good guess. They’d do anything with a hole.”

“True. I caught Kermit trying to fuck the pool table, gave him one hell of a verbal warning.” Kev shook his head, and he gave Lip another glance over. “You look like shit, man.”

“Thanks,” Lip rolled his eyes. He’s fully aware of his shitty appearance, but if Kev knew the reason why then there’s a chance they might not be friends anymore. “It’s been a rough few weeks.”

“So I've heard.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lip didn’t intend to get defensive. Lately everything and everyone has been pissing him off and he’s finding it difficult to keep his temper in check.

Kev seemed reluctant to continue. He looked at Fiona and then back to Lip. “Ian might’ve stopped by.”

Lip felt every muscle in his body tense. He’s afraid to ask but he does so anyway. “What’d he say?” He silently prayed Ian didn’t reveal too much information.

“The whole family is falling apart, and nobody wants to talk about it.”

The blonde sighed in relief, but Kev wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easy.

“Is it?” Kev asked.

“Is what?”

“Is your family falling apart?” Kev looked uncharacteristically serious, even his voice sounded off for such an upbeat guy.

“No,” Lip replied a little too quickly.

Kev furrowed his brow. “You’re not paying attention to your brothers and sisters, is that it?”

“I don’t-”

The older man cut his friend off. “That’s right, you don’t. Ian looks just as bad as you do. Carl never wants to come home. Debbie doesn’t know how to deal with Franny’s temper tantrums. Liam has taken an interest in the homeless population cause he thinks that’s where he’s gonna end up and Fi is at her WITS END!”

Lip gawked. He couldn’t find the words to respond.

“Wanna know how I know all this? Cause I was here last week, and I paid attention.”

Lip wasn’t aware of any visitors because he was holed up in his room, avoiding Ian. He never really considered how his actions and mood would affect his family, especially Liam and Franny. He was too busy sulking. “Shit…”

Kev crossed his arms and moved to stand directly in front of Lip.

The blonde felt too guilty to make eye-contact.

“As the oldest brother and the only father figure in the home, it’s your responsibility to get your shit together and take care of this family.” Kev’s voice lost the mean edge to it, but his words had a powerful impact on Lip.

Lip’s eyes burned with tears and his voice is a little shaky, “How?”

“I think you know the answer to that.” Kev reached up and placed a hand on Lip’s shoulder.

This time Lip was able to look Kev in the eyes.

 “Whatever beef you got with your family, squash it. I mean, take the whole cow and throw it out if you have to.”

Lip made a strange face, but he listened, nonetheless. He wasn’t expecting colorful metaphors nor was he expecting Kev to chew him out. Call it a hard dose of reality.

“Make things right with your family and take care of them. You’re the man of the house, aren’t ya?”

The younger man shrugged.

“C’mon, I wanna hear you say it,” Kev persisted.

Lip huffed and said in dull, flat voice “I’m the man of the house.”

“Say it like you mean it!” Kev gripped Lip by both his shoulders and shook him back and forth as a sort of jest.

A half-smile appeared and Lip obliged Kev’s bizarre request. “I’m the man of the house!”

“LOUDER!”

“I’M THE MAN OF THE HOUSE!!!” Lip shouted at the top of his lungs.

“LIP GALLAGHER IS THE MAN OF THE HOUSE!” Kev bellowed.

Both men explode into a fit of laughter.

“Shhuuddduupp!” Fiona groaned from the couch.

That made Kev and Lip laugh even harder. Gut-splitting laughter. The kind that healed the soul but left painful aches in the side. It’s exactly what Lip needed.

“Alright I gotta get back to my wife before the kids figure out how to pick the childproof locks.” He patted Lip on his cheek and walked over to the door. However, Kev paused and whipped back around. “One more thing.”

“What’s that?” Lip had a hand on his stomach.

“Brush your goddamn teeth and for Christ’s sake, take a shower.”

Lip threw up the middle finger.

“I love you too, booboo~” Kev cooed in a voice that was supposed to sound feminine, but it was too cartoonish. He then made his exit, closing the door behind himself.

---

Debbie returned home around 7:00pm with Franny in tow.

Franny had a giant rainbow-colored lollipop in her hand, whereas Debbie had a few bags of groceries. She walked right past Lip, who was sitting in the recliner. She wouldn’t have noticed him if he didn’t address her.

“Hey!”

“Jesus!” Debbie jumped and turned around to see her older brother. He was dressed in a clean pair of sweats and a white beater. It also looked like he had just taken a shower. “You scared me!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He offered an apologetic smile and turned his attention to Franny. “Wow that’s the biggest lollipop in the world! Are you gonna share it with uncle?”

Franny giggled mischievously and shook her head.

“Oh?” Lip fake pouted. Then he slid off the recliner and got on all fours. He made chomping noises and growled. “Then I’ll steal it from you!”

The little girl screamed in delight before taking off into the kitchen.

Lip crawled after her, laughing manically.

Although it was nice to see Lip playing with his niece, it all felt very…. Weird. Out of place. Lip usually stayed in his room and if he came out, it was for the bathroom or for work. Debbie followed them into the kitchen and set the bags on the table.

The blonde chased Franny around the kitchen until she dove under the table.

“You can’t get into my castle! It’s protected by a forcefield!” She waved her lollipop around.

“Awwww, forcefields are my weakness.” Lip sighed dramatically and climbed to his feet. He dusted his sweatpants off and from the corner of his eye, he saw Debbie watching him. “What?”

“Nothing… it’s just nice to see you again.” Debbie began pulling boxes out of the bags and putting them away in the cupboards.

“Ouch.”

“And you’re acknowledging your niece this time,” Debbie added.

“Double ouch.” Lip sighed and he moved around the counter to help Debbie put the groceries away. He picked up a box of pop-tarts and realized they were his favorite flavor. He liked the chocolate ones, but nobody else in the house did so rarely did anyone ever buy them. “Today must be ‘Pick on Lip’ day.”

“Well,” Debbie took the pop-tarts out of his hand and placed them in the cupboard. “You checked out on your family and now you’re pretending like nothing happened? Yeah, we’re gonna pick on you for behaving like a child.”

Before Lip could respond, Franny came running out from under the table and slammed into her uncle’s leg. She clung to him like a spider monkey and grinned up at him, displaying brightly colored teeth.

“Don’t be sad anymore, okay? I love you Uncle Lip!”

Debbie looked from her daughter to Lip’s guilt-ridden face. “We’re waiting.”

This tag team thing was complete bullshit, but he deserved it. Everything Kev and Debbie said was true. Lip combed his fingers through Franny’s hair, returning the big smile. “I love you too Franny. Uncle is sorry, to both of you, I shouldn’t have avoided you. I locked myself in my room because I thought it was better for everyone.”

“Ahem.” Debbie crossed her arms and wrinkled her nose at Lip.

Lip sighed and nodded. “I thought it was better for me. It was a selfish thing to do and I’m sorry.”

“Hm.” Debbie resumed putting groceries away. “I’ll take your apology into consideration. Try again next week.”

“Duly noted.” Lip would do whatever it takes to earn his family’s forgiveness.

“Uncle Lip?” Franny tugged on Lip’s hand.

“Yes Franny?” He looked down at his niece.

“You were really, really, really sad…. Because of your fight with Uncle Ian?”

Debbie and Lip exchanged looks but she continued putting the last of the groceries inside the fridge.

“Yes, I was sad because of my fight with Uncle Ian… I was also mad.”

“You were sad-mad?” Franny asked.

“Yes. I was sad-mad.”

“Are you still sad-mad at Uncle Ian?”

Guilt and shame chewed away at Lip. He really fucked up and all because of a petty fight with his brother. He’s supposed to take care of his family, not abandon them and poor Franny…. She was doing her best to understand why he wasn’t involved with them, and her deductions are surprisingly accurate. Lip doesn’t ever want to neglect his niece again or make her question her worth. Not a single person in his family should ever question their worth, not when Lip was willing to do anything to protect them.

After a pause, Lip nodded. “Yup. Still sad-mad.”

Debbie shut the refrigerator door and raised a curious brow.

“Really?” Franny’s little voice squeaked in concern.

“Yes, but if you give Uncle Lip a bite of your lollipop, I won’t be sad-mad anymore.”

Franny didn’t see an issue. She raised the lollipop and offered it with a precious smile. “Here ya go!”

Lip took it and he popped the thing in his mouth. It was delightfully sweet on his tongue.

“LIP!” Debbie chastised. “How dare you use emotional manipulation on my daughter!”

“She offered-” Lip said through a mouthful of tasty candy. This thing really was good, no wonder Franny didn’t want to share at first.

“Baaa, quiet! M’trynna fuggin’ sllleepp!” Fiona slurred her words.

Alarmed, Debbie picked her daughter up and snatched the lollipop out of Lip’s mouth. “What the heck? Is that Fiona?”

Franny took her lollipop from her mother and licked it. She also tried putting it in her mouth, but it was too big.

“Yeah, she’s drunk as shit right now.” Lip wondered if he could steal a piece of Franny’s candy. The chocolate pop-tarts suddenly came to mind and Lip fetched them out of the cupboard.

“Did something happen at work?” Debbie watched Lip open a package of pop-tarts and he devoured the first chocolate piece like a starving dog.

“Dunno. Kev is under the impression it was a breakup but get this: Vee said it was 2 guys, and Fi wants to get dirt or something on them. Evidence.” Lip decided to drop the other pop-tart into the toaster. “You know anything about it?”

“She never mentioned a guy…. I don’t think she was capable of dating though. She’s always stressed and worried about you and Ian.” Debbie used her sleeve to wipe some red spittle off Franny’s chin.

“Because of that stupid viral video?” Lip waited for his pop-tart to heat up.

“No, she’s been worried for a long time.”

Lip stilled. He looked at the toaster and asked, “How long?”

“Um… Like, almost a year? Maybe? When you and Ian started fighting all the damn time.”

Lip remembered that day when Ian confessed that he wanted to sleep with him. He’d been caught off guard and didn’t respond to Ian, who took his brother’s silence as rejection and ran away from home. Fiona said something to him, about Ian being his responsibility and going after him to bring him home. It’s like what Kev said today and again, it reminded Lip of how lousy of a brother he can be.

“Mommy said damn!” Franny exclaimed.

“Damn isn’t a cussword, so Mommy is allowed to say it,” Debbie said.

“Can I say damn?”

Both Lip and Debbie said ‘No’ in unison.

Franny giggled, unbothered by the denial. She had her lollipop after all, and nothing would ruin her good mood.

The toaster popped. Lip grabbed the hot pop-tart and set it down on plate to cool down for a few seconds. “I don’t like it when you guys worry about me, and I don’t mean to cause anyone unnecessary stress.” He raised his head to meet Debbie’s worried eyes. “I’m gonna work on myself. I’ll be a better man, and the kind of brother you deserve.”

“Okay, okay. I get it.” Debbie chuckled, her eyes watering with tears. “You’re going to make me cry in front of my daughter.”

“Mommy is sad-mad?” Franny stared at her mother’s face and put a sticky hand on her cheekbone.

Lip ditched the pop-tart and in the next instance he was hugging his little sister and his niece. “Naaa, no sad-mad in this house. Your mom’s happy.”

“Yay! No more sad-mad!” Franny snuggled against her uncle.

Debbie managed to get an arm free and wrapped it around her brother. “You’re a DH sometimes but I love you.”

DH meant dick head, and it didn’t stop Lip from pressing a kiss on Debbie’s forehead. “I know and I love you too.”

---

There’s a knock at the door and it prompted Lip and Franny to look away from the T.V.

“Who’s that?” Franny said.

“Not sure. Here, let me switch you spots.”

“Okay!” The little girl jumped off her uncle’s lap and when he moved out of the way, Franny crawled back onto the recliner. She absorbed the warmth and returned to watching her favorite cartoon of all time, Bluey.

Lip walked over to the door and opened it to see Brad standing on the porch.

“Lip! Grab your coat, we’re gonna hit the 9:00pm meeting.”

“Oh shit, that’s tonight?” Lip shook his head. “I’m sorry. I’m on babysitting duty.”

“Really? But you haven’t been to a meeting in a while.” Brad is concerned for his young sponsee, who’s been skipping meetings and providing every excuse in the book. He understood though, he was young and dumb once and getting into a fight with another family member would fuck with his head too. Lip never mentioned Ian again and in fact, he hardly talked about his family or anything at all. The conversations are always one-sided, and fortunately, Brad is quite the chatter box himself.

“I know and I’m sorry. I’ll try to hit up a meeting tomorrow.”

“Something’s different about you,” Brad commented.

Lip quirked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Brad shrugged. “You’re standing taller. Prouder even.”

The blonde didn’t know what to say to that.

“And you showered,” Brad added on.

Lip chuckled. “Asshole, I take a shower every day.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Brad grinned and clapped his hand over Lip’s shoulder. He gave it a squeeze. “It’s good to have you back, son.”

Pride swelled inside Lip’s chest, and it must’ve reflected in his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Go on and get to your meeting. Tell Gino I said, what’s up.”

“Will do. Enjoy your eve-.”

“I WANNA GO TO A MEETING!” Fiona suddenly screamed from the couch. She rolled off the couch and stumbled around the garbage can, she also kicked the glass of water over. She rushed past her niece and nearly crashed into Lip when she tripped over a shoe. 

Lip and Brad had the same incredulous expressions.

Fiona was pulling her jacket on, oblivious to their skepticism. “Seriously I need one.”

Brad can smell the liquor on her breath. “Oh, I um….” He tried to think of an excuse.

“You’re still drunk,” Lip pointed out. 

“Yeah so?” She looked at Brad while zipping her jacket up. “Is that a problem? You don’t want drunks at your meeting? Cause that’s what I am. A drunk who needs help and I’m asking you for help, Brad.”

Lip rolled his eyes, “You don’t have to take her.”

Fiona glared at her brother.

“It’s fine, Lip. C’mon Fiona, let’s get you to your first AA meeting.” Brad motioned for the brunette to follow him.

Fiona smirked at her brother and followed Brad, making their way to his car.

Lip huffed and shook his head. Useless drunk, and a master manipulator. They’re definitely related.  

“Who was it?” Franny asked from her spot on the recliner.

“It was my sponsor,” Lip replied, closing the door behind himself. “You remember Brad, don’t you?”

“The guy that makes dumb jokes nobody laughs at?” Franny looked away from the screen.

“Haha, yup. That’s the one.” Lip picked his niece up from the recliner and sat back down.

Franny made herself comfortable on her uncle’s lap and cuddled against his warm chest. “Why did Aunty Fiona go with Brad?”

“No idea kid.” Lip stared at the cartoons, but he was zoning out. Debbie pulled a fast one over him, said she’d accept his apology if he offered 5 evenings of babysitting, free of charge, and on any given date. He accepted but didn’t expect Debbie would take off that very same evening. Oh well, quality time with his niece in exchange for forgiveness is a small price to pay.

---

At 10:00pm Liam walked in to see Franny sleeping on the couch and Lip watching some documentary on T.V.

“Hey,” Lip said.

“Hey,” replied Liam.

“It’s kinda late for a school night, bud. Where have you been?” Lip turned the volume down.

“Playing video games with my friend. I just came to grab a few things. I’ll be spending the night at his place.” Liam took his shoes off and shrugged his backpack off.

“Um, this friend of yours, do I know him?”

Liam shook his head. “No.”

“Who are his parents?”

“Why do you care?” Liam made his way to the stairs.

Lip jumped out of the recliner and apprehended Liam by grabbing his shoulder and forcing him to turn around. “What makes you think I don’t care?”

Liam frowned and shoved Lip’s hand away. “Are you fucking serious?”

In all his years, Lip has never heard a cussword out of Liam’s mouth but it’s not the use of profanity that caught Lip by surprise. It’s the tone of Liam’s voice. Unadulterated anger. Lip could swear he saw hatred in Liam’s eyes, and it made his heart ache.

When Lip didn’t respond, Liam continued. “This is the first time I’ve been home in 10 days and none of you noticed I was gone.”

“10 days?” Lip repeated, flabbergasted.

“Don’t act surprised, all you do is work and stay inside your bedroom. Ian and Carl too. Fiona’s been drinking every night and Debbie is overwhelmed with Franny. All of you are so engrossed in your own bullshit that you couldn’t bother to fucking text or call me when I stayed away! I’M INVISIBLE TO THIS WORTHLESS ASS FAMILY!”

The eldest brother took a step back, unprepared for Liam’s wrath. “I didn’t…. I didn’t know.”

“Why would you?” Liam’s eerily calm demeanor is more menacing than his shouting. “Whatever. I don’t care. Just stop asking me stupid questions.” He turned around and made to climb the stairs.

“Liam-” Lip reached out and clutched at the sleeve of Liam’s shirt.

The youngest Gallagher sibling, who possessed not a single violent bone, abruptly turned back around and punched his older brother in the face.

Instant pain exploded in Lip’s face and his vision blurred. He stumbled back but Liam didn’t stop there.

Liam delivered several punches, each blow directed at Lip’s face.

Lip didn’t fight back. He did raise his arms to shield his face, but it resulted in Liam punching his ribcage. His only concern is Franny waking up to see her uncles’ fighting. He did his best to avoid the couch.

It goes on for some time. Liam punched and kicked where he could, while Lip took it.

Eventually, Liam tired himself out. The kid is covered in sweat and his knuckles are screaming in pain. He leaned against the wall, panting loudly after having overexerted himself.

“Feels good, huh?” Lip lowered his arms to reveal a bloody nose, and a slightly puffy bottom lip. His face and chest hurt like crazy but at least Liam didn’t have the strength to break any bones. Still, the kid did some damage and Lip couldn’t be prouder. “Beating the shit out of someone when you’re pissed off. Do you feel better now?”

Liam glanced down at his scraped knuckles and looked back over to Lip. “Yeah, I do. Why didn’t you hit me back?”

“You wouldn’t talk to me if I did.”

“Good point but I’m still mad at you.”

“I know and your feelings are valid.” Lip wiped blood away from his face. “You have every right to be mad at me. I thought by shutting myself in I could protect you guys, but I failed. I didn’t know Fiona was drinking or how Franny’s been acting out. I didn’t know you were gone and I’m sorry kid, I let you down big time.”

“You did,” Liam agreed.

“You’re not invisible, Liam. Yeah, we’re a shitty family for not worrying about you but from here on out, I’m going to worry. I’m gonna notice if you go missing and I WILL go out looking for you. Hell, I’ll drag your nappy ass back home if I have to.”

Liam crossed his arms. “Prove it.”  

“Go grab your stuff and I’ll wake Franny up.”

“Why?”

“Cause I wanna meet your friend and his family.”

---

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” Lip said.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all. I usually wake up around this time to pee. My bladder isn’t what it used to be.” The elderly woman pushed the sugar bowl towards her visitor.

“Thanks, Ellie.” Lip spooned some sugar into his coffee. “Liam said he was staying over at a friend’s house, and I wanted to meet the family. Make sure it’s a safe place, ya know?”

“I understand wholeheartedly.” Ellie raised the mug to her mouth and blew on it. “I enjoy Liam’s company and he gets along splendidly with my grandson, Joseph.”

“That’s good, I hope they’re both positive influences on each other.” Lip took a sip of his coffee but ended up burning the tip of his tongue. Shit was too hot, and he put it back down on the table. “You didn’t think it was strange Liam was staying every night? No parents looking for him?”

“It had occurred to me,” Ellie admitted. “Then again, I was a foster child myself and I ran away from my abusive foster parents all the time. I stayed with this kind old woman, Janet, and she made sure I was fed 3 meals a day, given clean clothes to wear, and educated me in hygienic practices. She never turned away a child in need and I told myself I would repay her kindness by doing the same thing.”

“I see.” Lip nodded before leaning over in his seat to check the living room area. “Aye! Franny don’t play with that!”

Franny looked up from the snow globe in her hands. “Aww but why?”

“You’ll break it! Now put it back!” Lip shouted.

Franny stuck her tongue out.

“It’s quite alright,” Ellie said with a smile. “She can play with whatever she fancies. Material possessions don’t mean squat when you’re meeting the Good Lord.”

“I guess.” Lip turned his attention back to Ellie. The woman had to be at least 80 years of age, and Lip is rounding down. She had on a pink mumu dress, decorated with white daisies. Her hair was a mess of plastic hair curlers, ranging from pink, to blue, and yellow. Lip suspected she might be experiencing the early stages of Alzheimer’s because when they had first arrived, she mistook him for a family member and hugged him. It took a few minutes to convince her that they weren’t related, and this was their first time meeting. She had kind eyes though, and apparently lived alone with her grandson. Lip is grateful it isn’t a trap house and maybe Liam did prefer a doting grandmother over his messed-up siblings.

“How long are you here for, Johnny?” Ellie said.

“Uh, it’s Lip and I live here. Southside, remember?” Lip checked his coffee and was able to take a drink. It tasted pretty damn good, and it obviously wasn’t the cheap knock-off brand they drank at home.

“Oh…. that’s right.” Ellie added more sugar to her coffee, to which Lip suspected was her 10^th time doing so. “You’re here about Joseph’s grades? He’s got all A’s, and only one B because that English teacher of his is a whore.”

Lip almost spit his coffee out. He put the mug down and laughed quietly. “I’m not from the school. I’m Liam’s older brother, Philip Gallagher.”

“You are, aren’t you?” The elderly woman smiled. “Liam is a special boy. He’s intelligent and articulate. I can see that child doing great things in the future.”

The eldest Gallager brother smiled, despite the pain in his face. He’s relieved Ellie didn’t ask about the injuries or maybe her vision was terrible, and she couldn’t discern the bruises. “He’s great as it is, but you’re right. He’s going to be even greater when he grows up.”

Liam glanced over his shoulder from the living room, where he and Joseph we’re playing a new X-Box game. He made eye-contact with Lip and quickly looked away.

Lip chuckled to himself. “Thanks for the coffee, Ellie. I think it’s time me and Franny go home.”

“No!” Franny hid behind the couch with her snow globe.

Ellie giggled. “Miss Franny can have that old snow globe. It’s been collecting dust for years.”

“Yay!” Franny moved around the couch and raced over to her Uncle Lip. “It’s so pretty!” She squealed.

Lip threw his arms out and caught Franny in his arms. He stood up from his chair and nodded to Ellie. “Liam’s in good hands. I won’t pester you any more than I need to.”

“Of course.” Ellie began looking around as though she lost something. “Did I give you my number? Joseph’s number too?”

“Yup I got em’ right here.” Lip waved a piece of paper with two phone numbers scribbled on it.

“Good, good.” Ellie rose from her seat and extended her hand. “This has been a pleasure, Phillip Gallagher and to the prettiest little redhead in Southside, Franny Gallagher.”

Lip took her hand and shook it.

Franny giggled and waived her tiny hand. “Thank you for the snow globe!”

“You’re absolutely welcome darling.” Ellie said with a gentle bow of her head.

Lip carried Franny to the front door, and he was prepared to leave when he felt a tug on his jacket. He turned around to see Liam.

“I know she’s a little delirious sometimes… But Ellie is a nice lady,” Liam said.

“Yeah, she is nice. You’re in a good place with good people. I don’t blame you for not wanting to come home.” Lip could feel Franny’s head resting on his shoulder and he rubbed her back, knowing she was ready to fall back to sleep.

“I want to come home…. When it starts to feel like home again.” Liam stared at the floor.

“Okay.” Lip offered his hand. “We’ll be waiting and take all the time you need.”

Liam nodded and accepted Lip’s hand, in other words the metaphorical olive branch. “No hard feelings about the beat down I gave you?” He squeezed Lip’s hand.

“No hard feelings, chief.” Lip squeezed back.

They couldn’t say it then, but their actions did.

Liam loved his older brother, who was more like a father than Frank Gallagher could ever be.

Lip loved his little brother, the brother he helped raise since infancy. He watched Liam take his first step, heard Liam’s first word, and he was there to comfort Liam after his first scrape on the school playground.

The eldest left, and the youngest watched him from the doorway until Lip and Franny disappeared into the night.  

---

It’s nearly midnight by the time Lip and Franny get home. The house is empty. Carl hadn’t returned from his shift, neither had Ian. Fiona was MIA.

Franny is snoozing away, and Lip decided not to wake her. He carried her to her room and laid her down in the bed she and her mother shared.

Although, when Lip attempted to pry her hands off his jacket, Franny’s eyes immediately fluttered open.

“Nooo! Uncle Lip!” She began to throw a tantrum by kicking and flailing her arms.

“Jesus?! What is it Franny?! What do you want?!” Lip panicked.

“Stay with me! STAY WITH ME OR THE BOOGYMAN WILL GET ME!”

Lip crawled into bed with his niece, heart hammering inside his chest. How the fuck did Debbie deal with this?

Franny threw her arm around Lip’s neck and hugged him close. A few minutes later she was out, and lightly snoring against Lip’s chest.

This was going to be a long night.

Chapter 26

Summary:

Fiona doesn't gather any conclusive information from Brad, but she does find a friend in Trevor, the only person to believe her crazy theory about her brothers.

Lip makes his amends with Carl, but ultimately fails when trying to confront Ian.

The radio played some random country song Fiona never heard of, then again, all country music sounded the same to her. Guy loses his wife, best friend, job, and his dog. She tuned the radio out and anxiously bounced her foot, shooting Brad side glances every now and then.  

“Nervous about your first meeting?” Brad questioned.

“You could say that.” Fiona is still inebriated but she is more than capable of cohesive thoughts. Now she could enact Vee’s plan. Well, less of a plan and more like general snooping. She did feel a tad guilty about prying in Lip’s business, but she needed to get to the bottom of this and prove once and for all, Lip and Ian are not in an intimate relationship.

“I was nervous my first time,” The elder man admitted. “But you’ll come to find AA has some of the nicest people you’ll ever meet in your lifetime.”

“Great. So, uh…. How does AA work again? Give me the rundown.”

“Hmm…” Brad considered a shorter version, as Fiona might not understand in her current state of intoxication. “You start by attending meetings, then you scope out potential sponsors. Women for women, and men for men. You don’t have to pick right away and most advise against it, but you can get a temporary sponsor to hold you over until you find a permanent one. Your sponsor will then work with you in a 12-step program. It’s all in the big book, and I can give you my old one. I already purchased the most recent addition.”

“I see….” Fiona fidgeted with the zipper on her jacket. “Isn’t there a step where you have to confess your deepest, darkest secrets? Like, all the people you hurt and what not.”

“Oh, yeah that’s step 8. Make a list of all those you’ve harmed.” Brad glanced over at Fiona. “Huh. You know a thing or two about AA.”

“Only because my dad was court ordered to attend.” Fiona rolled her eyes. “Lasted a week and he wouldn’t shut up about how great of a program it is.”

“I see. What are your thoughts on the program, Fiona?”

Fiona shrugged. “Guess it works for some people. Hey, does Lip have a girlfriend?”

“What?” Brad is taken aback by the sudden change in topic. “Not that I know of…”

“But you know things about him, things I probably don’t know.” Fiona shifted in her seat to face Brad. “You’re his sponsor, I know you got dirt on him. Tell me right now, who is Lip seeing?”

“Fiona…. I honestly don’t kno-”

“TELL ME WHO HE’S SEEING YOU SONOFABITCH!”

Brad slammed on the brakes, and the car came to a screeching halt. Fortunately, they’re on a back road with zero traffic. His hands trembled on the steering wheel while his heart raced a thousand beats per minute. He looked over at the mad woman sitting in his passenger seat. “I don’t appreciate you screaming at me while I’m driving,” he said sternly.  

The brunette huffed and crossed her arms. “Fine. Sorry. What has Lip told you? I need names.”

“As a sponsor I can’t disclose Lip’s step 8, or anything for that matter. It’s about privacy and anonymity-”

“Brad,” Fiona’s voice softened but the concern is present.

Brad listened.

“I know Lip is seeing someone, but he won’t say who. I think it’s because this person is bad for him, and Lip is worried about what the family will think.”

“Bad for him?” Brad repeated curiously. “Is this woman a risk to his sobriety?”

“Uh huh.” Fiona lied. She's not a 100% certain if Lip would've disclosed his relationship with Ian and if he did, maybe he used a pseudonym. “And his job, his mental health, his physical health…. I don’t want him to fall off the wagon and pull another disappearing act on us.”

Brad’s expression changed into that of worry. He’s fully aware of what a relapse can do, and where it can take a recovering alcoholic in terms of self-destruction and chaos. He certainly doesn’t want that to happen to Lip. “Is he…. Is he withdrawn at home, too? Won’t make eye-contact? Won’t give you anything outside of a one-word answer?”

“Yes!” Fiona exclaimed. “It’s like I’m talking to wall, and he locks himself inside his room until his next work shift.”

“Man… red flags if I ever seen em’.” Brad is considerably troubled by the new information. Lip is a smart kid but not when it comes to the matters of the heart. Against his better judgement, Brad discloses his knowledge of Lip’s love life. “He mentioned a college professor, Helene? Said it was complicated as shit, but he could’ve seen himself marrying her one day.”

“Can’t be her, she’s got a restraining order on Lip.”

“Hm…. Sierra? Sounded like he was into her.”

“They fooled around for a little bit, but she’s back with her baby daddy.”

Brad furrowed his brow in deep concentration. “Only other names I can think of are Karen and Mandy.”

Fiona sighed. “Old high school flings, they’re long-gone.”

“How do you know it’s a woman responsible for his behavior? He started acting strange after his fight with Ian and trust me, things got pretty heated between them.”

The brunette froze on the spot. How could she explain the mystery girlfriend theory was pulled out of her ass? That she HOPED it were the case, and Lip had a nasty break-up or a fight, resulting in his mood swings and self-isolation. It would be so much better if it were true, as opposed to her other (unspeakable) theory….

“You could be onto something though,” Brad interrupted the silence. “Lip is a tough nut to crack but I’ve seen the way he lights up when he gets a notification on his phone. He’ll wear this big, sappy smile all day long and I’ll be damned if the kid isn’t head-over-heels in love. Not to mention the hickies and scratches all over his arms. He’s definitely getting laid, he just won’t tell me who the lucky gal is.”

“Ugh!” Fiona slumped in her seat. “I guess we’re in the same boat?”

“I guess we are.” Brad thought it was time to shift into drive and continue to their destination before somebody phoned in a suspicious vehicle parked in the middle of the road. “I recently tried setting Lip up with my sister-in-law, Tami.”  

Fiona raised a brow. “And?”

“And…. He said yes, after his fight with Ian.”

“Really? He went on a date then?” She couldn’t hide the optimism in her voice.

“Sadly, no.” Brad shook his head. “He changed his mind. Something about a nasty stomach bug. I think he said yes to appease me, but he wasn’t interested in meeting Tami.”

Fiona sighed tiredly. “I don’t understand Lip and why he feels the need to hide things from me. Ian is the same way. Those two used to be open books, they would come to ME for advice on relationship troubles.”

“Ian has a secret lover, too?”

“Yeah, and he’s pulling the same crap as his brother. Goes to work, comes home, shuts himself inside the bedroom, rinse and repeat. They’re both stubborn and so fucking secretive, I hate it!”

“It sounds like you have a lot on your plate,” Brad said empathetically. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help.”

“It’s fine, and I’m sorry I freaked you out back there.”

“You’re good.” Brad saw the Alano Club up ahead where the meetings take place. “Fiona? You didn’t want to come to tonight’s meeting, did you?”

“No, I lied and I’m a shitty person for it.”

“You’re looking out for your family, and I admire that.” Brad pulled into the parking lot and found a spot near the front entrance to the Alano Club. “Even so, you’re more than welcome to attend a meeting, grab some coffee, and Gino likes to bring expired cookies from his grocery shop. I’ll give you a ride home afterwards.”

Fiona contemplated his offer and shrugged. “I could go for some coffee and expired cookies.”

“Great!” Brad declared excitedly and he killed the engine. He climbed out of the vehicle and waited for Fiona to do the same before locking the doors.

They entered the building and Brad prattled away, sometimes to Fiona, and sometimes to the other attendees.

Fiona located the coffee machine and helped herself. She filled a white Styrofoam cup and added a tablespoon of creamer and sugar.

The meeting hadn’t started yet, everybody was visiting each other and shaking hands. Fiona hovered by the bulletin board in the kitchen area, reading over advertisements and flyers for upcoming events. It was then a certain flyer caught her undivided attention. It was a crises hotline, specifically for the LGBT community. She gasped when she read the social worker’s name.

“Meeting is about to start!” Brad yelled, waving Fiona over.

“Something came up!” Fiona ripped one of the phone tabs off the flyer and stuffed it in her pants pocket.

Stumped, Brad watched the woman rush out of the building like a bat out of hell. He shrugged and went into the other room where his friends were seated. The chairman opened the meeting by reading the AA preamble while Brad pushed the Gallagher family to the back of his mind.

---

Trevor flinched in his sleep when his cell phone went off. Shakira’s ‘Whenever, Wherever’ blasted at full volume as the man fumbled around in the dark for his phone. He cursed when he knocked his phone off the bed by mistake. “Shit.”

This time Trevor rolled out of bed and snatched his phone off the floor. He squinted at the unfamiliar number before answering the call. “Hello?” It’s after 11:00pm, according to the digital clock on his nightstand.  

Nobody answered and all Trevor could make out was soft crying and whimpering. Now he’s wide awake and on high alert. “Hello?” he said again, “Are you okay?”

“No,” said a girl’s voice. She sounded alarmingly young. “M-my parents kicked me out when they caught me with my girlfriend. We got into a f-fight, a really bad one. She went home and I h-have no place to stay.” She started sobbing loudly, “I’m done! I’m so fucking done! I don’t wanna live anymore!”

“I understand what you’re feeling right now,” Trevor said gently, “And although it feels like the end of the world, I can assure you it’s not.” He turned his bedroom lights on and grabbed pants and a clean shirt out of his dresser. “What’s your name?”

“S-Samantha,” she sniffled.

“Hello Samantha, I’m Trevor.” He sat on the edge of his bed and slipped on a pair of socks and shoes. “Are you in a safe place right now?”

“I….I think so. Nobody is around. I’m using the payphone outside of Woody’s Hardware store.”

“I know where that’s at.” Trevor threw on a jacket and zipped it up. “Listen Samantha, I’m going to need you to stay in the area until I can get there. Avoid dark streets, stay where it’s well lit, and don’t talk to any sketchy looking people. If you feel your life is in danger, run to the nearest establishment and I’ll come find you.”

“Okay…. Trevor?”

Travor paused after collecting an extra set of unisex clothes and a first-aid kit. “Yes?”

“Please hurry. I’m cold.”

“I will. Hang tight Samantha, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Trevor retrieved two blankets from the closet. He heard the line disconnect.

---

Thank God it’s not winter yet but they’re entering the fall season, and the nights in Chicago can get miserably cold. Trevor’s heart went out to the runaways and transients in the city. Everybody deserved a roof of their head and warm meals, no matter their sexual orientation or past mistakes.

Woody’s Hardware closed a few years ago, the owner couldn’t keep up with state taxes and was forced to shut his business down. It’s still a relatively nice building with modern updates and the only reason Trevor knew this is because he’s had his eye on it for quite some time. He wanted to address the city council and petition for another homeless shelter, one that would benefit youth at risk. It’s too dangerous to have teenagers staying with adults who have rap sheets longer than a yardstick.

Pulling into the vacant parking lot, Trevor is relieved to see a vast quantity of streetlights in the area. The only dark building on the street was the hardware store itself. He parked at the edge, closest to the main road. Exiting the vehicle, Trevor began scanning the area.

The payphone is nearby but nobody is around. This prompted Trevor to walk across the parking lot, calling for Samantha.

Every minute that went unanswered, Trevor began to panic. Shit…. Was he too late? Did she head out walking? Did somebody pick her up? What if she was forced to get into a vehicle at gunpoint?

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- SAMANTHA!” He shouted into the night. He could feel an oncoming anxiety attack worming its way into his body.

“Samantha made it home safe,” said a voice to Trevor’s right.

Trevor screamed and whipped around on his heels, a can of mace in his hand.

“What the fuck?!” the stranger startled, raising her arms to shield her face.

It took Trevor a minute to recognize his unknown assailant. “Fiona?....” He lowered the mace and gaped at his ex-boyfriend’s sister. “What do you mean Samantha made it home safe?”

Fiona lowered her arms. “I mean just that. She arrived home safe and sound. She only lives a couple blocks from here.”  

“I don’t…. I don’t understand.”

“Samantha wasn’t in any danger. She was walking home from a movie with her friends, and I asked her to call your number for me.”

“Asked?” Trevor scoffed.

“Okay, I bribed her.”

Trevor frowned. “Why?”

“Because I knew if I called you, you would’ve hung up on me.” Fiona pointed out.

“So, this is about Ian?”

Fiona nodded. “Yup.”

“You’re right. I would’ve hung up.” Trevor tucked the can of mace in his jacket pocket and walked away from Fiona. “You’re insane and thanks for wasting my time!” Fucking Gallaghers, Trevor wanted nothing to do with them.

“Wait!” Fiona followed Trevor. “I’m sorry, okay?! I don’t know what else to do. I’m worried about Ian and Lip.”

Ian and Lip, his least favorite Gallaghers. Trevor unlocked the driver’s side door and halted when Fiona squeezed his arm.

“Please,” Fiona begged.

“You’re drunk. Go home, and don’t ever call me again” Trevor warned.

Fiona might’ve had a few drinks for liquid courage but there was no way she was backing down. “If you don’t talk to me, I’ll have Samantha tell everyone how you left her here to fend for herself!”

“Samantha isn’t real-”

“SHE’S A REAL FUCKING PERSON!” Fiona yelled. “She’s only 14 and SHE called you for help! Can’t imagine all the terrible things that happened to her because YOU abandoned her! Everyone will know what a hypocrite you are.”  

“……” Trevor’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He didn’t know what he hated more… Blackmail or the Gallaghers. It didn’t take him very long to make his decision. “There’s a 24-hour diner up the road. The pie is decent. Get in.” He motioned to the passenger door.

Victorious, Fiona grinned and released Trevor’s arm. “It’s probably not as good as Patsy’s Pies but at this hour who’s complaining?” She went around the vehicle and climbed into the passenger seat.

“I’m not paying for you,” Trevor said, sliding into the driver’s seat.

“Such a gentleman.”

Trevor snapped his eyes and started the car.

---

Fiona paid for her own serving of apple pie and the coffee was complimentary. Thank Christ because she barely had enough money for the pie.

Trevor went for a slice of strawberry rhubarb pie and took his coffee black.

Maybe it’s her nerves or the buzz from the alcohol, but Fiona rambled on about her laundromat and her new supervisor position at Patsy’s Pies. In the meantime, she barely touched her food and drink.

Trevor had already finished his pie and was on his 2^nd cup of coffee. He finally lost his patience and interrupted Fiona’s garbage lecture. “Spit it out already! What do you want to know about Ian?”

Fiona stopped stabbing her fork into the pie and swallowed a lump in her throat. She placed the fork down on the plate and spoke in a hushed whisper, as though she were scared. “Why did you and Ian break up?”

The sudden change in demeanor threw Trevor for a loop. He studied Fiona’s solemn expression, taking in the bags under her eyes and worry lines on her forehead. As much as he hated Ian and Lip (more so Ian), Fiona didn’t deserve to be the target of his anger. She was always good to him, and he supposed he could afford her the same kindness. He sighed, took another drink of coffee, and spoke. “Because he cheated on me.”

“I thought you two moved past the Mickey Milkovich thing?”

“We did, I think. The first time he cheated on me with Mickey, and after awhile we hooked back up. The second time, I called him out when he showed up with a hickey on his neck.” Trevor laughed bitterly at the memory.  “Did you know he didn’t have the balls to tell me? I ended our relationship right then and there, but I didn’t ask who the other man was, nor did Ian say.”

“Wait, second time?” Fiona tilted her head, surprised by this new detail. “When did it happen?”

“Right after we got back together so…..” Trevor mentally counted the months on his fingers. “14 months? Give or take.”

“I see.” It was Fiona’s turn to do a mental calculation. 14 months…. That was right around the time Lip went on a weeklong binge, riddled with drugs and alcohol. He gave the whole family a scare when he returned home. The blonde was unresponsive, forcing Ian to call in a favor from Sue. Fiona will never forget the sight of her younger brother hooked up to an IV without his consent, but he needed to flush his system of whatever drugs he took during his time away.

Did something happen between Ian and Lip that night? The next day? Everybody was at work or school, except for those two… All that bickering and fighting and sharing a bed and the affectionate touches and staring that came afterwards… It would make sense had they started a relationship. An incestuous relationship under HER roof and Fiona let it happen.

“Oh my God,” Fiona sobbed.

Stunned, Trevor picked up his napkin and held it out to Fiona. “What’s wrong? Did I upset you? I’m sorry if I did.”

Fiona took the napkin and blew her nose. Then she used the clean ends to dab away tears. “Jesus Christ…. I’m a mess, huh?”

Trevor sighed patiently and patted Fiona’s arm. “Kind of, but then again Gallaghers usually are.”

The comment elicited a giggle, giddy and strained at the same time. “Can I tell you something crazy?”

“Hold on.” Trevor picked his coffee up and inhaled the last few gulps. He wiped his mouth and nodded to the other brunette. “Okay. Shoot.”

Fiona did the same thing with her coffee, but she wished it had whiskey in it. She put the cup down and exhaled a deep, forlorn sigh. “I think Lip and Ian are sleeping together.”

“What?!” Trevor laughed but when Fiona didn’t, his laughter trailed off into a choked gasp. “No…. No?!” He slapped a hand to his forehead, eyes wide and astonished. “That explains a lot! Ian’s weird behavior when Lip was around, and Lip’s jealousy. I thought he was transphobic, but I didn’t pick up on it when we first met, he was nice to me up until the barbeque. Wow…..”  

For the first time someone drew the same conclusion as Fiona. She’s at a loss for words and simply stared, her hands grasping and ungrasping the damp napkin.

“I…. I don’t know what to say, Fiona. That’s fucked up,” Trevor said.

“You’re preaching to the choir.”  

Trevor is jittery but he doesn’t know if it’s because of the coffee or finding out his ex, Ian, cheated on him with his older brother. “Have you ever…. Caught them in the act?”

“No… I haven’t, but I willfully ignored the signs.” Fiona discarded the napkin and resumed poking at her apple pie with a fork.  

“I don’t blame you. Incest is a nasty topic and from my experience with runaways, the families would rather sweep it under the rug.” Trevor noticed the waitress walking over with a pot of coffee, but he shook his head. “No more for me.”

“Okay! What about you miss? Can I top you off?” The waitress smiled cheerfully and like Trevor, Fiona denied more coffee.

“I’m good thanks, we’re just about done here” Fiona said.

“Okay. Are you separate or together?” The waitress collected Trevor’s empty plate.

“Together,” Trevor confirmed. “Put it on one receipt.”

“Be right back, hun.” The waitress left.

Fiona looked at the curly haired brunette. “Thought you weren’t paying for me?”

“It’s the least I could do for someone who put this much effort into speaking with me. Besides, pie and coffee are the most inexpensive thing on the menu.”

“How are you not freaking out right now?” Fiona asked.

“Nothing surprises me anymore.” Trevor shrugged. “You know these runaway kids have unimaginable stories of horror they’ve endured at home, and on the streets. I guess you can say I’ve grown desensitized, and incest is more common than you think.”

“You have incest in your family?”

“Nope but my family is fucked up in other ways.” Trevor retrieved his wallet.

Fiona scoffed, “How?”

“My family is racist, homophobic, transphobic, and operates on a patriarchy. Additionally, I haven’t spoken to my family in over a decade. They weren’t thrilled about my transition, and I never apologized for stealing their daughter away.”

“Jesus Christ,” Fiona commented. “Okay you might have won this round for most fucked up family.”

Travor laughed easily, showing the whites of his teeth and dimples in his cheekbones. “Too bad there isn’t a cash prize, huh?”

Fiona smiled. “If we we're only so lucky.”

Trevor looked up when the waitress returned. He took a $20.00 bill out and informed the waitress to keep the change.

The waitress thanked him and wished the pair a lovely rest of their evening.

Fiona and Trevor walked across the parking lot, an uncomfortable silence hanging between them.

“You need a ride home?” Trevor offered as they drew closer to his car.

“No…. I don’t want to go home. I need time to myself. Time to think.” Fiona stopped walking and stared at the ground.

Even though he had a bad falling out with Ian, Trevor felt sympathy for Fiona. Incest isn’t an easy topic to discuss, much less finding someone who will listen. He juggled the keys between his hands and spoke softly, “Okay. Go clear your head, come up with an action plan, but most of all stay safe. If you ever need someone to talk to or someone to listen… You have my number, but please no more underage girls impersonating runaways.”

Fiona theatrically jeered and waived a dismissive hand. “No promises but I’ll try my best.”

“Good. You uh, take care of yourself first. Afterwards go take care of your family.” Trevor looked up in time to see Fiona rushing at him. Alarmed, he braced himself but instead of an assault, he’s greeted by a firm embrace. After the initial shock passed, Trevor wrapped his arms around Fiona and held her. He could feel her heart racing, much like his own and even though she smelled like alcohol, there’s a lingering cinnamon scent. It was nice, as was the unexpected hug.

“Thank you,” Fiona whispered.

“For what?” Trevor doesn’t remember the last time he was hugged by a family member, but he imagined it would be just as comforting as it was hugging Fiona.

“For listening to me…. And believing me.” Fiona thought she was going crazy and the last person she expected to believe her was Ian’s ex, Trevor. It’s an incredible feeling to be validated.

“No problem. Like I said, I’m here to talk or listen.”

“You’re a great kid, Trevor. Don’t ever change.” Fiona pulled away and rested a hand on Trevor’s head, fluffing up his adorable brown curls.

Trevor chuckled. “Wasn’t planning on it.” He shooed Fiona’s hand away. There’s a small hint of jealousy because of how loving and accepting Fiona is. Trevor would kill to experience that kind of compassion from his own bloodline, but it would never happen. Ian didn’t know how good he had it.

Fiona smiled and turned around to walk away. She ambled along the sidewalk and reached into her pocket for her pack of cigarettes.

“Are you going to be okay?” Trevor asked from beside his car.

“Yes! I’m a Gallagher, remember?” Fiona twirled around, cigarette dangling from her lips and a lighter in her hand. “We’re like cockroaches. Nothing keeps us down!”

Trevor laughed nervously. “I believe it. Don’t do anything too stupid.”

“See ya around!” Fiona lit her cigarette and disappeared after taking a right down a dark alleyway.

Trevor got into his vehicle and said a silent prayer for Fiona. She was drunk and upset, but she was an adult, and not his responsibility. He pulled his cell phone out and glanced at the contacts list. He still had Ian’s number listed on his phone.

Trevor deleted it and proceeded to make his way home.

---

There’s a shutter sound and then a flash of light. Lip stirred from his sleep and cracked one eye open. “What the fuck?...”

Debbie smiled and took another picture with her phone. “Awww you guys look so cute!”

Lip closed his eye before the flash could blind him. He pulled Franny closer and groaned tiredly. “Jesus what time is it?”

“5:30am.” The redhead said.

“Holy shit. Did Ian make it back it home yet?” Lip rubbed his eyes to clear his vision.

“He pulled a double, won’t make it back till this evening.” Debbie tossed her phone on the bed and stepped out of her heels. “Get out so I can change.” Her make-up is smeared, and she’s got messy sex hair. She also reeked of booze and sweat and cigarette smoke.

“Yeah, yeah.” Lip wiggled out of Franny’s grip and left the bedroom. His body ached. Debbie’s bed is way too soft, he preferred the firm mattress in his room. However, before he could reach the doorknob, he heard little footsteps trampling down the hallway. He turned around to see Franny and the girl latched onto his leg, hugging him something fierce.

“Uncle Lip! I’m hungry!” She announced to the world. Franny looked up with her big green eyes and carefree grin.

“Ask your mom to cook you something,” Lip insisted.

“She’s asleep!” Franny barked.

“What?” Lip reached down and picked his niece up. He held her against his hip and walked back to Debbie’s room, only to find his sister passed out on the bed; she hadn’t changed. “Oh, for Christ’s sake.”

“Is Christ’s sake a bad word?” Franny asked. She wrapped her arms securely around Lip’s neck and looked over at her mother.

“Uh…. No, but you can’t say it.” Lip sighed and went over to Franny’s dresser. “Change your clothes, pick pajamas or a nightgown. I don’t care.”

“Yay!” Franny waited for her uncle to set her down before rifling through the dresser. She found a pink and gray night gown with Ariel the Little Mermaid printed on the front. She wasted no time in stripping her clothes off, minus her underwear, and sliding the nightgown on. “I’m hungry!”

“I heard you the first time, kid. Let’s go.” Lip gestured for his niece to follow him and follow she did.

They went downstairs and into the kitchen. The blonde rummaged through the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs and package of expired sausage; it recently expired, so it should still be good.

Franny sat at the kitchen table with her coloring book. She used crayons to color a picture of Winnie the Pooh and his friends eating honey during a picnic.

Lip tossed his jacket on one of the kitchen chairs and pulled out a few frying pans. Once he got the sausage links going, he began cracking eggs one at a time in a separate pan.

The little girl appeared by her uncle’s side. “Can I help?”

“Sure. One egg only though, okay? Gotta save some for the rest of the family.” Lip handed Franny an egg. He guided her hand and showed her how to tap it on the counter, hard enough to break the shell. Then, he showed her how to pull it apart above the frying pan.

Franny squealed happily. “Again! Again!”

“Alright, just ONE more egg, ya got that?” Lip had to scoop a piece of eggshell out of the pan, but he didn’t mind. He passed Franny another egg and allowed her to do it on her own this time.

“Woooww!” Franny succeeded without dropping any eggshells. She watched in awe as the eggs bubbled and popped in oil.

“Take a step back Franny,” Lip instructed. After Franny was at a safe distance, Lip took a spatula and broke the yokes. He prepared scrambled eggs and turned the sausage links over to cook evenly.

Franny wanted to help with cooking, so Lip handed her the spatula to stir scrambled eggs but by then he’d already turned the oven off. In the meantime, he made toast and a pot of coffee. No telling how long Debbie is going to sleep the booze off but if he had to watch Franny today, then he was counting it as 2 babysitting evenings out of the 5 he promised to his sister.

“Excuse me Fran, I gotta make us plates.” Lip gently nudged his niece away from the oven and he began plating food for them. He gave Franny a small amount of scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese sprinkled on top. He also gave her a piece of toast with extra strawberry jam and butter, and 2 sausage links that were cut up. He put her plate on the table, next to a glass of orange juice.

“Thank you, Uncle Lip!” Franny hollered.

“You’re welcome,” Lip said with a chuckle. It would seem Franny only had one volume: LOUD. Lip had a modest amount of food, with salt and pepper on his eggs. He drank coffee as they ate, occasionally checking his phone. He’d sent Fiona a text last night when he was visiting Liam’s friend, but she never responded.

[Hey Fi, did you make it to the meeting?] read at 10:45pm.

Lip decided to text his sponsor. [Hey, did Fiona go to the meeting?] He hit send at 6:28am.

At 6:38am Brad responded. [No. She left before the meeting started.]

Lip frowned at his phone. [Did she say where she was going?]

[No, she didn’t. Sorry.]

“What’s wrong Uncle Lip?” Franny asked through a mouthful of toast and eggs.

“Trying to locate your aunt, nothing to worry about.” Lip feigned a smile. When Gallaghers go missing, it’s a serious matter but he couldn’t tell Franny that. He typed up another text and hit send. [Brad I won't be able to make it in today. Debbie passed out, and there's nobody here to watch Fran]

Lip's phone pinged a couple seconds later. [Okie dokie artichoke] The typical dad response had the blonde rolling his eyes. 

Franny drank her orange juice and shoveled the rest of the eggs down; she was eating like she hadn’t eaten in days. Lip figured another growth spurt was about to hit.

Lip also reviewed several messages he sent yesterday to Ian, but all went unanswered.

[Ian, we need to talk.] sent at 7:30pm.

[Look, I know you’re mad at me, and I don’t blame you. But can you please call me? Or text me? I really need to talk to you.] sent at 9:05pm.

[I know you’re screening my calls. Text me back.] sent at 11:05pm.

Ian didn’t read a single message and Lip can feel anxiety creeping into his skin. He must’ve been concentrating too hard on his phone to notice the front door opening and closing.

Carl walked into the kitchen in his uniform and vest. His eyes grew wide when he saw Franny and Lip sitting together at the kitchen table eating breakfast. “You guys are up early.”

“Courtesy of Debbie.” Lip set his phone down on the tabletop and looked at Carl. “How was work?”

“Mommy is a hot mess!” Franny chimed in.

Well, she wasn’t wrong, Lip thought to himself.

Carl crinkled his mouth and shrugged. “It was okay. Debbie went out last night?”

“YUP!” Franny answered, inexplicably spraying toast crumbs all over while she talked.

Lip leaned over and dusted the crumbs off Franny’s nightgown. “Yeah, and she’s sleeping it off right now. Have you heard from Ian? Fiona?”

“No.” Carl shook his head. Without adding anything else, he walked past his brother and niece, making his way to the basement stairs.

“Hey.” Lip pushed his chair back and stood.

Carl stopped and turned around to look at Lip. “What?”

“I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you. For ignoring you and getting mad at you over stupid shit. I pushed you away, I pushed everyone in this family away. I have no excuses for my selfish behavior and for that, I offer my sincerest apology.”

Carl made a “Hmph” noise, as though to say, ‘Is that really the best you got?’

“He really means it Uncle Carl!” Franny chimed in.

“Thanks for the backup, Franny, but I got this.” Lip ruffled Franny’s messy hair and gestured to the untouched sausage bites.

With the determination of a competitive food eater, Franny devoured the sausage in under a minute.

Carl chuckled at his niece; she was so damn cute when she wasn’t throwing a tantrum. “In other words, you’re done being the house bitch?”

Lip’s brows raised and he crossed his arms over his chest. “No. I’m still gonna be the house bitch, as you can clearly see I’m cooking and cleaning after a child that isn’t mine. No offense Fran.”

Franny didn’t hear her uncles’ conversation. She’s preoccupied with coloring a new Winnie the Pooh scene in her coloring book.

“But” Lip continued, “I’m done sulking. I’ve come to learn there are more important things in life than my petty bullshit.”

“Like?” Carl asked.

“Family,” he said. “I’d rather be out here taking care of my family, not locked away in my room.”

“Okay.”

Lip made a face. “Okay? What do you mean okay?”

Carl shrugged casually. “Okay, apology accepted.”

Dumbfounded, Lip could only gape at his little brother. “Just like that?”

“Uh, yeah?” Carl looked confused.

Liam and Debbie gave Lip a hard time and he expected Carl to do the same. He should’ve known better. Carl is the most laid-back Gallagher out of them all, least likely to hold a grudge against someone too. Some people might mistake it for stupidity but that couldn’t be furthest from the truth. Carl is a good guy with a heart of gold.

“C’mere,” Lip said. He held his arms out.

Carl rolled his eyes. “You’re taking the title of house bitch a little too seriously.”

“Hug me now or I’m chasing you down. Your choice bro.”

The younger sibling huffed and smirked seconds later. “You know you’re lucky I chased down 9 juveniles today. Separate times, separate charges. My feet are killing me.” Carl walked up to his brother and gave him a hug.

Lip embraced the other and planted a kiss on top of his dark chestnut hair. “Holy shit, 9? You’re probably the only one at the police department who can keep up with them.”

“Naa, Lindsey is just as fast as me but she’s a transfer from Missouri. She doesn’t know South Side like I do.” Carl patted Lip on the back. 

“Hell yeah.” Lip’s chest swelled with pride.

A minute or two passed in comfortable silence. They remain locked in a hug until Lip remembered the extra food in the pans.

“Did you eat?” Lip asked, lowering his arms.

Carl nodded. “I had string cheese and some sunflower seeds.”

“That’s not a meal. Sit down and have some breakfast.” Lip motioned to one of the empty chairs.

“Okay but I should probably change-”

Lip moved behind Carl, grabbed his shoulders and guided him to a chair. He then pushed his brother down, forcing him to sit. “I won’t take no for an answer.” Then, he moseyed over to the oven and began preparing a plate for Carl.

Carl blinked and he looked over his shoulder, watching lip scoop eggs onto a plate. "What's with the bruises on your face?"

“Long story. I'll tell you about it later. Do you want some toast?” Lip inquired, “And how do you take your coffee again?”

It was strange being catered to, but Carl isn’t complaining. However, there’s another concern that needs to be addressed. “Yes on toast and cream and sugar for the coffee, but Lip I need to change first.”

“Pfft! You don’t have to change right now.” He filled a mug with coffee and searched for the cream and sugar in the cupboards.

“Lip.”

The blonde glanced up.

“I’m packing heat and to my right is a notoriously sticky-fingered child.” Carl jacked his thumb in Franny’s direction.

Lip made the connection and his eyes widened in horror. “Oh shit. Yeah, go change out of your gear and uniform.”

“Good idea.” Carl left his seat and walked past Franny. As he did so, Carl leaned down and kissed her on her sticky cheek; it tasted like strawberry jam. “Love ya Fran.”

Franny grumbled under breath, not appreciating the disturbance as she worked on her new colorful masterpiece to go on the refrigerator door.

Carl ruffled her hair to further annoy her and when Franny swatted his hand away, Carl laughed and took it as his cue to leave her alone. He descended the basement stairs and changed out of his vest and uniform. For the first time in weeks, he didn’t immediately go to bed. He joined his family for a hearty breakfast and gave Lip the latest scoop on the new hires.

---

It’s after 6:00pm when the front door quietly opened and closed.  

Lip, Debbie, Franny, and even Liam, are all squashed together on the couch. They're watching a new horror movie Debbie picked out for them.

Debbie took Ibuprofen for her hangover and is currently sipping on a red Powerade.

Liam claimed he needed to grab more clothes but a couple minutes into the movie, he was hooked.

Carl already left for his evening shift at the police department. 

The reason they’re all on the couch uncomfortably pressed together, is because of Franny’s fear of horror movies. Guns and violence didn’t scare her, but put a spooky mask on a serial killer who kidnaps little boys? Well, Franny had to cover eyes for some parts and Lip, Debbie, and Liam all took turns comforting her.

Lip had to admit, the movie was interesting and not overly terrifying. It was creepier than anything. A serial killer abducting young boys off the street, never to be seen or heard from again. The killer has been doing it for years apparently, but nobody can identify him because they never found the bodies. One of the killer’s victims can also see ghosts and get this, it’s the deceased victims of the serial killer, rooting for the kid to escape.

The movie had Lip’s undivided attention, until the floorboards creaked. He was the only one to tear his attention away from the T.V. screen and look.

Ian stood there with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He’s not wearing his EMT uniform, having changed out before coming home. He’s wearing black sweats and a gray hoodie.

Their eyes met and Lip experienced a flutter in his chest.

Ian blushed and he quickly made his way to the staircase.

“Ian, wait!” Lip struggled to get off the couch, but he’s sort of pinned in place.

The redhead is already rushing up the stairs.

“Get off!” Lip shouted.

“You don’t have to yell,” Debbie scolded. She, Liam, and Franny shifted on the couch, giving Lip enough room to free himself.

Lip jumped off the couch and pursued his brother. He skipped 4 steps at a time, arriving on the next floor in a matter of seconds. He’s too late though. Lip watched in anguish as Ian slammed the door shut all the way from the other end of the hallway.

There’s as noticeable snap as the lock clicked in place.

Mustering up his courage, Lip walked the mile long path to his brother’s bedroom. He didn’t bother to try the doorknob. He pressed his hands and right ear against the door, listening for sounds of movement.

Nothing. No shuffling feet or the creaking of a bed.

“Ian?” Lip said, his voice loud enough to carry through the door but not loud enough for anyone to hear downstairs.

No response.

“I’m sorry, Ian. I’m sorry for everything.” Lip tried to mask the tremble but he’s certain Ian can hear it anyway. “C-can we please talk?”

Ian is standing on the other side of the door, mere inches away from touching it. He reached into his sweats, fingers digging out headphones from his pocket. He connected the plug to his phone and positioned the ear buds.

“….I need to see you. Please?”  

The hurt and desperation in Lip’s words brought tears to Ian’s eyes. He wiped them away and scrolled through his playlists.

“I need you, Ian. I love you so fucking much and it’s killing me.” His voice sounds watery and painful.

Ian’s resolve nearly broke. He wanted to open the door and pull Lip to his chest. He wanted to hold him and kiss away his tears. Comfort him, remind him that he is loved and worthy of being loved. Lip should never have to beg for attention when Ian can shower him. Drown him, even.

But Ian doesn’t give in, and his hands quivered as he tried picking a song to mute Lip’s pleas. It’s better this way. They’ll keep repeating the same heartbreaking cycle if they get back together. They’re toxic to each other. They’ll poison each other’s hearts, until their every waking thought is full of resentment and rage. Just like Frank and Monica, they’ll destroy each other.

Whatever Lip wanted in a partner, he wouldn’t find it in Ian Gallagher and Ian would never find his perfect soulmate in Lip Gallagher.

“Ian-”

It’s for the best, Ian reminded himself. Soothing piano instrumentals flooded his ears, eliminating the other’s voice for now. He quietly moved to his bed and crawled onto the old, lumpy mattress. He laid on his stomach and crossed his arms, resting his head against his forearms as not to put pressure on the headphones. He disregarded the empty hole in his chest, and how his body yearned for Lip’s touch. It’ll pass, it always eventually does.  

The redhead drifted off to sleep to Paloma Faith’s ‘Never Tear Us Apart’.

---

Lip heard the bed springs creak. Ian is going to bed and he’s not going to hear his brother out tonight.

The blonde sank to the floor with his back against the bedroom door. He drew his knees to his chest and hugged them. He couldn’t go back downstairs, not with his wet face and puffy red eyes. He might break down entirely if they ask him about Ian.

---

“It’s quiet….” Debbie commented, casting a worried glance towards the stairs.

“Not a good thing,” Liam said, “Gallaghers are uncharacteristically loud.”

Debbie frowned slightly. “Okay, I guess that’s mostly true. Do you think they made up?” The movie is over, it’s the credits playing on screen.

Franny is fast asleep on her mother’s lap. She skipped her afternoon nap, hence the early bedtime.

“Doubt it.” Liam lifted his backpack off the floor and strapped up. “Ian is MAD MAD.”

“What do you mean?” Debbie asked.

Liam rose from the couch and zipped his jacket up. “When Ian is mad at someone, he’ll throw hands and trash talk. When Ian is MAD MAD, he won’t say anything at all, dude is basically a mute.”

“That’s unusually specific….”

“I’m perceptive. It’s what happens when everyone in your family is too busy to notice you.” He walked around the couch and made his way to the front door.

“Liam! I notice you!” Debbie wanted to get up and argue her point, but she couldn’t with Franny on her lap. “And where are you going?”

“It’s okay Debbie, I made peace with it.” Liam crouched down to put his shoes on and lace them up. “My friend Joseph’s house, Lip can tell you about it.”

“Oh, okay. Don’t talk to strangers! Avoid white vans! And don’t take the subway after 8:00pm!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Liam rolled his eyes and finished tying his shoes. He readjusted his backpack and scurried out of there as fast as he could.

“See you tomorrow?!” Debbie called after her little brother.

The front door slammed shut, making Franny twitch in her sleep.

Debbie kissed her daughter on the cheek and stroked her long, silky hair. She supposed it was time to move Franny to their bedroom, but Debbie had a feeling she should wait. Grasping the remote, Debbie scrolled through the free channels for something to watch.

Notes:

Might be some mistakes here and there, I stayed up till 4:30am writing this. xD oof, mistake or not? We shall see.

Chapter 27

Summary:

Lip fails over and over again to try and win Ian back.

Fiona's drinking grows increasingly concerning.

Kev and Vee confront Lip about what Frank saw.

Something nudged Lip against his leg.

Tired, sore, and suffering from the migraine of a lifetime, Lip slowly raised his head and looked up from where he was sitting. He must’ve fallen asleep leaning against Ian’s bedroom door, hugging his knees to his chest. It took a minute or two for his vision to clear.

“Dude, did you seriously sleep out here all night?”

It was Carl.

Lip tried to speak but all that came out was a dry wheeze. Shit, he had cottonmouth. He coughed and swallowed a microscopic amount of saliva. It’s enough to get his voice back. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He made a labored effort to stand up, his locked knees refusing to cooperate.

Carl offered his hand. “You’re getting old.”

“…Fuck you.” Lip gripped his little brother’s hand and pulled himself up with Carl’s aid.  “What time is it?”

“About 6:30am.”

Ian’s shift starts at 7:00am. Lip tried the door handle. It’s still locked. What’s another half hour? Lip could wait.

Carl raised a brow. “If you’re waiting for Ian, he already left.”

“What?!” Lip whirled around and stared at Carl in bafflement. “When?”

“I was just downstairs with him having coffee and Sue picked him up a little after 6:00am. Said he wanted to go in early and make up hours after his suspension was lifted.”

“Oh.” Lip appeared as disappointed as he sounded. “That doesn’t make sense. I would’ve heard the door creaking open, or his footsteps.” The floorboards are infamously loud when they walk across them.

“He came in from the backdoor, actually.” Carl thought it strange at the time, but he didn’t ask Ian why he scaled the rooftop down to the back porch. “Guy is going above and beyond to avoid you. It’d be funny if it wasn’t so sad.”

It’s a slap to his face and Lip inwardly flinched. “How do you mean?”

Carl shrugged. “He looks like shit, and he was zoning out, couldn’t really carry a conversation with him.”

“You think it’s his meds?” Lip asked, openly concerned.

“If it was, Sue would let us know. She recognizes his lows and highs.” Carl shifted his clean clothes under his arm. “I didn’t know Ian could hold a grudge this long. What did you do to him?”

The question offended him. “I didn’t do anything to him!”

“S’not what it looks like in your guys’ viral video.”

“That was a misunderstanding.”

“Uh huh. Did you tell him sorry yet?”

Lip sighed and itched his eyebrow with a knuckle. “Tried last night but he rushed into his bedroom and locked me out.”

“Try harder.” Carl wandered away and paused outside the bathroom. “Hey, do you need to take a piss before I jump in the shower?”

“Yeah.” Lip made to walk over to the bathroom-

“Too bad.” Carl threw the door shut and locked it.

“Dickhead.” He laughed, despite his irritation and full bladder. Lip went downstairs, still dressed in yesterday’s clothes – sweats and a dirty white beater – and made his way into the kitchen. He opened the 2^nd bathroom door, stepping into a narrow space that consisted of a toilet only. He relieved himself with a satisfied sigh and flushed the toilet.

From upstairs came Carl’s horrified scream.  “LIPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!”

Lip smirked, knowing the water went from hot to scalding in 0.5 seconds. He went to the kitchen sink to wash his hands and stopped when noticing the 2 empty mugs off to the side. The sinking depression returned, and his legs nearly buckled underneath him. He moved to the table to sit down and rest his face in his hands.

Him and Ian used to get up earlier than everyone else, so they could sit and enjoy their coffee in peace. Alone and together. Content. Sometimes they held each other’s hands, observing the sunrise over the South Side from the back porch steps. It’s quiet mornings like those that delivered a promise of their shared future: They would live together as a married couple and there would be no shame, no secrets, just their unyielding love and devotion.

Lip cried into his hands. God, he missed Ian. Would he ever forgive him? Or did Lip permanently fuck their relationship up for good? If he could go back in time and change that day, change what he said, he would do it in a heartbeat. Fuck. Why did Lip have to be such a fucking asshole? All Ian ever did was show how much he cared, and Lip kept pushing him away, wanting to keep him at arm’s length and what for? What was the reason?

Oh, right. Lip is a piece of shit that doesn’t deserve to be happy, and Ian could do so much better than settle for a fuckup like Lip Gallagher. Ian is such a sweet, kindhearted person and Lip didn’t deserve him. He didn’t deserve anyone, he’d only ruin their lives like he did Mandy, Helene, Serria, and now Ian made the list, unfortunately.

“Fuck.” Lip couldn’t stop weeping. No matter how much he wiped at his face, the tears kept coming.

“Uncle Lip?”

Lip quickly used his white beater and rubbed furiously at his face. He sniffed, adjusted his beater, and turned in the chair to face his niece. “Mornin’ Fran-dog. You getting ready for school?”

“I’m already ready!” Franny held out her arms and did a twirl in her new Bluey themed dress. She paired it with black leggings, white slip-on sneakers, and two braided pigtails. “I don’t like dresses unless it’s Bluey, so mommy bought A LOT of Bluey dresses.”

“Yeah? You look good. Blue is your color. Where’s your mom?”

“Getting ready. She takes foooreevveerr!” Franny groaned and threw her hands up dramatically.

Lip chuckled at the embellishment.

The little girl moved closer, taking note of her uncle’s red puffy eyes. It’s confusing. He was smiling and crying? Franny threw herself into her uncle’s chest and wrapped her tiny arms around him. “You promised you wouldn’t be sad-mad!”

Take aback, Lip slid an arm around Franny’s small frame and held her. “M’not sad-mad… I’m just… sad.”

Franny looked up. “Because you miss Uncle Ian?”

Lip nodded.

“Why did you hit Uncle Ian?”

“Huh? Jesus, did your mom show you the video too?”

Franny shook her head. “At school. Teacher Arianna was watching it on her phone, and I was spying.”

Lip shook his head. “Unbelievable.” He exhaled slowly, trying to think of an appropriate answer Franny could understand. “Your Uncle Ian was trying to do something nice for me and I got mad at him for it. I said some mean things and I threw the first punch. That’s how our big fight started.”  

“Why are you mean to Uncle Ian?”

Lip knew she didn’t intend to use a harsh tone. It hurt, nonetheless. “I’m an asshole.”

Franny gasped. “You said asshole!”

“Shhh, don’t tell mom.” Lip played with one of Franny’s braids, flicking the end in her face and earning a titter.

“Don’t mess up my hair or mommy’s gonna be really mad.”

Lip smiled. “Alright.” He let go of her braid.

“Uncle Lip?”

“Yeah?”

“You need to do something nice for Ian, cause he’s always nice to you.”

Lip quirked a brow, locking eyes with his inquisitive niece. “Okay. Any suggestions?”

“Buy him something to eat! Ice cream. Brownies. Cookies. Cupcakes. Strawberry shortcake. Chocolate fudge. Or a brand-new bike!”

Lip scoffed a little, his smile growing wider. Those are things Franny liked, but she did bring up a good point. Ian had a perpetual sweet tooth. “You know what Fran-dog? That’s a great idea. I’ll try it.”

Franny giggled and leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss Lip on his cheek. “I want you and Uncle Ian to be happy again.”

Before Lip could respond, Debbie was calling her daughter from the living room.

“Franny let’s go! We’re gonna be late for drop off.”

“Coming mommy!” Franny slipped out of Lip’s arm and scurried into the living room.

Lip listened to the front door open and close. He reflected on Franny’s suggestion and glanced at the hanging wall clock. His shift didn’t start until noon. He could grab Ian breakfast, and lunch if Lip requested an early lunch. Usually, Brad didn’t mind if his employees returned within the allotted time.

---

 By 7:50am, Lip showed up at Ian’s assigned station, a fresh bag of strawberry muffins in one hand and a Starbucks coffee in the other. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous and waited outside the entrance for several minutes, mentally hyping himself up.

Finally, Lip entered the building, willing his nerves to remain intact. He’s greeted by a strong scent of disinfectants. His nose crinkled and he watched uniformed EMTs racing back and forth. Some shouted orders. Others jumped into a rig and took off with sirens blaring.

It’s unrestrained chaos. It made Lip’s job look like a cakewalk in comparison.

“Lip?”

Hazel blue eyes looked up, and he noticed a familiar face.  “Sue.” He approached Ian’s co-worker, a seasoned EMT among the greenhorns. “Is um, Ian around?”

Sue crossed her arms and regarded Lip unsympathetically. “What do you want? Here to make another viral video?”

Lip shrunk under her scrutinizing gaze. He shook his head. “No. I’m here to make peace. I swear.”

“Hm.” Sue clicked her tongue. “Break room.” She pointed Lip in the right direction.

“Thank you.” The blonde bolted across the expanding floor, forced to stop and swivel around busy EMT workers. He found the break room that literally said ‘Break Room’ above the door. He knocked and felt stupid for doing so. He entered after the third knock.

Ian tossed a curious peek over his shoulder, eyes flashing in panic for a second. Then, he narrowed his eyes out of spite and turned away. He took a drink from his can of Dr. Pepper, hoping they’d call his EMS-ID number sooner than later. He did NOT want to see Lip.

“Hey.” Lip surveyed the small room. It consisted of 2 circular tables, each with 5 chairs. There’s a 3-seater couch against the wall. There’s also a sink, and the counter space consisted of a microwave, a coffee maker, and a toaster. After the counter there’s a refrigerator and a Culligan water dispenser. It was nicer than the break room at Lip’s workplace.

Ian said nothing.

“Did you uh…. Eat breakfast yet?” Shoes weighing heavier than cement carried Lip over to the table. He sat down across from Ian. He set the bag and coffee down.

Ian’s mouth pinched and he glared at the can in his hand. “Yeah.”

“Liar. Carl said you guys only had coffee.”

The redhead squeezed the can of Dr. Pepper, causing the tin to snap and crumple, until dark liquid spilled over his hand. “Leave me alone.”

“Ian-”

Ian snapped. He threw himself back onto his feet and flung the soda can at his brother’s face.

Lip narrowly ducked out of the way, the can itself pummeling into the wall and exploding on impact. Sugary dark liquid stained the wall and floor.

When Lip looked up, Ian was already storming out of the break room. Dejected, Lip stood and went to the counter to grab a roll of paper towels.

“Don’t worry about the mess. We have a maintenance guy.” Sue had her arms crossed, leaning against the open doorway. “No peace treaty then?”

“No, guess not.” Lip walked back over to the table and grabbed the bag and coffee.

“What kinda muffins do you got there?” Sue asked.

Lip blinked.

“Infinity bakery, right?”

“Right.” Lip glanced down at the bag in his hand. “Strawberry muffins.”

“My favorite.”

Lip sighed and presented the bag.

Sue strolled into the break room and snatched the donation from Lip’s hand. “Is that coffee decaf?”

“No.”

“Good.” Sue also swiped the coffee from Lip’s grasp. “Thanks Gallagher. You can leave now.”

Disgraced and hurt, Lip inaudibly excused himself.

---

The next day, Lip tried for lunch. He arrived at the EMT station at 1:45pm, only waiting 5 minutes or so before Ian and Sue pulled up in their rig – with brand new tires.

Lip waited on a bench, in clear view of Ian and Sue.

Ian took one look at his older brother, scowled, and walked off in the opposite direction. He climbed the stairs and took a sharp turn to the left, disappearing into one of the vacant rooms.

Lip stood, holding a box of street tacos in one hand and a passion fruit lemonade in the other. He was about to follow until Sue raised her hand-

“Listen kid. Break room is open to staff and visitors, but the sleeping chambers are not.”

Lip stopped. “Sleeping chambers?”

“Eh. We couldn’t think of a better name, but it’s self-explanatory. You know how doctors work 12 plus hours and have a room where they can nap.”

Lip shrugged. “Oh. I guess that checks out.”

“Yup, same principle. Some of our EMTs work shifts of 48 hours, while others work 72 hours.  There are a few designated rooms upstairs, soundproof, light proof, where they can rest.”

“He doesn’t look tired,” Lip griped.

Sue shrugged. “Those street tacos smell good. Chachi’s huh? Is there cilantro on there?”

“No, Ian hates cilantro.”

“Me too!” Sue removed the box from Lip’s hand, including the lemonade. “I’ll make sure your brother gets these.”

Lip didn’t say anything and left the station.

---

On day 3, Lip tried breakfast and lunch.

He brought Ian a breakfast burrito– bacon, hashbrowns, and eggs – but Ian brushed past him like he was invisible.

During lunch, Lip purchased the greasiest burger he could find in South Side, paired with extra bacon and cheese. The smell was that delicious, it drew all of Ian’s coworkers’ attention.

Ian didn’t so much as bat an eye at his brother’s offering. He cleaned the rig, constantly spraying bleach and water, protected by both a face mask and goggles as he vigorously scrubbed the equipment down. He acted as though he couldn’t hear Lip raving about the new food joint on 5^th avenue.

Sue is all too happy to take the food off Lip’s hands, so as it doesn’t go to waste.  

---

Day 4 is when Lip gave up. He couldn’t afford to burn a hole in his wallet, while Sue collected and Ian overlooked him.

“So…… You and Ian?”

Lip furrowed his brow, screwdriver missing its target. He glanced up from the motorcycle bike he’s working on, glaring at his sponsor/boss. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Okay.” Brad chuckled and resumed wiping his vintage bike down; it’s a month’s worth of work he finished in under 2 weeks. His client is going to be thrilled. “He’s still mad at ya, huh?”

The younger man paused and sighed. “…Yeah.”

“How’s your cravings?”

“I don’t have any.”

Brad threw his grease-stained rag at Lip’s face. “Ya sure about that?”

Lip cursed and ripped the rag away from his face, the smell burning his nostrils. “M’fucking sure! I’m mad, frustrated, depressed, but I’m drowning my feelings in sugar just like you taught me.”

“Taught you?” Brad crossed his arms over the seat of his bike and gazed down at Lip. His denim jumpsuit protected him from absorbing the stain-inducing grease. “I didn’t teach you jack shit. I just told ya what I crave now, as opposed to alcohol.”

“Consider me impressionable.” Lip balled up the grease rag and chucked it at Brad’s face, making direct contact.

Brad gasped and flailed. “Asshole! You could’ve blinded me!” His eyes began to sting. He bolted off to the washing station.

Lip rolled his eyes. “Stop bein’ so dramatic.”

“I-is there a Mr. Gallagher h-here?”

Lip groaned impatiently and rolled out beneath his project. He sat up and squinted at their new receptionist. It’s a young guy, fresh out of high school, some Peter or Patrick? Kind of a jittery guy with serious social anxiety. Answering the phones almost resulted in panic attacks. Lip doesn’t understand why he applied for receptionist position in the first place.

“Gallagher here.” Lip raised his hand in the air.

“Uh….” He pressed his ear against the phone. “Yes ma’am.” He set the phone down on the table and gestured Lip over. “S-she says it’s urgent and really needs to t-talk to you.”

Shit. Lip dismissed the bike and rushed over to the phone. He ignored the receptionist’s apprehensive expression and pressed the receiver to his ear. “Hello?? This is Lip.”

“You’re Fiona’s brother, right?”

Lip didn’t recognize the voice. “Yeah, Fiona’s my older sister. What’s up?”

“I think Fiona’s been in an accident.”

Lip’s blood ran cold. He wanted to scream, but he trained his voice to remain steady. “Who is this? And what happened to my sister?”

“Eliza, from Patsy’s Pies, and Fiona is here. Can you come pick her up? I’ll explain everything when you get here.”

Before Lip could question her further, Eliza ended the call.

“Fuck.” Lip passed the handheld phone back to the newbie receptionist.

Brad meandered up to the front desk, eyes clean and no longer burning. “What’s going on?”

Lip turned around. “Family emergency. Can I borrow your car?”

“Sure, man. Keep me updated, okay?” Brad fished his keys out and handed them to Lip.

“Will do. Thanks.” Lip bolted out of the motorcycle shop.

As he was climbing into the driver’s seat, Lip phoned Carl but when Carl answered, Lip could hear gunshots and yelling in the background.

“Not a good time!” Carl shouted. “Call you back after I beat the shit out of this jackass!” He hung up.

Lip called Debbie but it went straight to voicemail.

Lip stared at Ian’s number, hand trembling over the call button. No. Bad idea. Ian hated him. He’d think this was a ploy to get his attention.

Ultimately, Lip decided to call the youngest Gallagher.

“Hello?”

“Liam, get your jacket and shoes. I’m gonna need your help.”

---

The two Gallagher brothers arrived at Patsy’s Pies after 5:00pm.

Lip entered and right away he felt judgmental eyes watching him. He hunched his shoulders and made his way to the main office in the back.

Liam followed close in tow.

Lip approached Fiona’s office, and the door unexpectedly swung open.

A waitress stood there, presumably Eliza, face strained with worry. “She unconscious, and there’s a cut on her forehead. There’s um, also a big piece of glass sticking out of her forearm.”

“Glass?” Lip repeated in surprise. “Why the hell didn’t you call the ambulance?”

Eliza scoffed. “Because if I did, your sister would be in jail right now.”

“What?” Lip furrowed his brow.

“Come inside and see for yourself.” Eliza motioned for them to enter.

Lip and Liam walked into the small office space. Both brothers were hit by a wave of rancid odor.

“Jesus Christ, it smells like a distillery in here,” Lip said.

Liam lifted his shirt and covered his mouth and nose. “And puke!”

“I know, I know. I’ve been trying to air it out but the ventilation in here sucks.”

Lip’s attention wandered to the person hunched over the desk of papers, assuming that’s where the smell is coming from.

It’s Fiona.

The eldest brother moved to Fiona’s right side and kneeled, inspecting her closely. Eliza was right. There’s a gash on her forehead, 4 inches in length, and it looked like somebody recently cleaned the area. A scab is already forming. As for the rest of Fiona’s appearance, she seemed disheveled, her clothes covered in dirt and reeking of vomit and booze. She must’ve recently thrown up on herself.

Liam walked around to the other side of his sister and his mouth dropped when he saw the glass shard sticking out of Fiona’s arm. “Lip!”

Lip stood and looked to where Liam was pointing to. His eyes widened. “Holy shit….” He went over to Fiona’s left side and examined the injury closer. It’s bleeding, but only scarcely. That glass would have to come out though, and it could result in heavy bleeding.

Liam turned to Eliza. “What happened to her? You said something about an accident?”

“Well, I can’t say for sure...”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Lip barked.

“Watch your fucking tone!” Eliza snapped defensively. She crossed her arms and glared at Lip. “She’s been drinking on the job for weeks and last night she left her vehicle here. When I opened the restaurant this morning, her car was gone. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but noon rolls around, and in walks Fiona, or should I say staggered in like the dumb drunk bitch she is. She went straight to the office and passed out. I checked the front of the building and alleyways, but there was no car. I bet she wrecked it.”

Liam’s face hardened. “Don’t talk about my sister like that.”

Eliza huffed indignantly and looked at the eldest sibling. “Can you see why I didn’t call the ambulance?”

“Yeah.” Lip rested his hand on Fiona’s shoulder and gently shook it.

“That’s not going to work. I’ve been trying all afternoon to wake her drunk ass up.”

Lip and Liam gave Eliza the look, the kind that said stop talking or I’ll kick your ass.

Eliza got the hint. She waved her hand dismissively and left the office.

“Fuck… I gotta carry her to the car.” Lip pulled the chair back slowly, his hand coming to rest on Fiona’s shoulder to anchor her.

Fiona’s head bobbled, her chin planting against her chest.

Liam held Fiona’s injured arm in place, as to prevent the piece of glass from moving. “Are we taking her to the hospital?”

“No.” Lip gently pulled Fiona’s good arm over his head and around his shoulder. Then, he wrapped his other arm around her waist, ducked his head, and grunted when he picked her up. He basically hoisted her long gangly self over his left shoulder. “How’s her arm?”

“Still bleeding, not a lot though.” Liam chewed on his bottom lip nervously. “She’s hurt, Lip… Real bad… She could have a head concussion. Are you sure about the hospital?”

“I know bud… No hospitals, not unless you wanna send her to prison.”

Liam shook his head. “Crap. Okay… What about her arm? She’s gonna need stitches.”

“Get Vee on the phone.” Lip methodically paced his steps as he walked through Patsy’s Pies dining area. He paid no attention to the questioning stares and occasional flash of phone cameras. He had an inkling this might be Fiona’s last day on the job.

“Vee?” Liam trailed behind his older brother and sister. “Can you meet us at our house?”

“Us?”

“Me, Lip, and Fiona…”

“Of course I can honey!” She shouted something at Kevin, and the pair started bickering.

Liam blinked and listened to them arguing about who was going to watch the bar. He raced over to the front entrance and held the door open for Lip.

“Bring your med kit!” Lip bellowed, approaching the car and waiting for Liam to open the back passenger door.

“Will do. See you in 10,” Vee said over the phone call.

---

“What the fuck happened to her!?”

Lip flinched at Vee’s shrill voice. It’s the equivalent of metal scraping against metal. “No idea. Showed up at work completely blacked out and passed out at her desk.” He dragged chairs in from the kitchen, offering them to Vee and Kev.

Liam stood next to his brother, arms crossed, face scribbled with apprehension. “She won’t wake up. I tried cold water. Ice cubes. Loud music. Debbie slapped her-”

“Which I’m not proud of,” Debbie pointed out. She lingered at the end of the stairs, partaking in the current conversation and at the same time listening to Franny, Jemma, and Amy play upstairs.

“I think I’m gonna be sick….” Kev turned green in the face, a hand over his mouth and another clutching at his stomach. He was staring at the giant piece of glass in Fiona’s forearm.

“White boys, am I right?” Vee took one of the available kitchen chairs, positioned it next to the couch, and sat down across from Fiona. “Kev, go throw up outside. It already smells gross in here,” she looked to the Liam and Lip, “-no offense.”

“None taken.” Lip shrugged, as did Liam.

Vee’s ‘med kit’ is a blue duffel bag with a white printed cross, and letters ‘NCCC’. It stood for ‘Northern Chicago Care Center’, the place she used to work before she became a full-time mom. She was a CNA at the time and stole a bunch of supplies and medicines – usually from the deceased – and operated as South Side’s nurse for hire. It was a good side hustle too, and Lip admired her skill and knowledge of medical emergencies. That, and she wouldn’t call the cops on anyone. She wasn’t a snitch.

Kev ran into the kitchen and out through the back door, not bothering to close it behind himself.

Carl did so, quietly shoving the door shut and chatting with his cop buddy on the phone.

“Jesus… This is deep.” Vee examined the glass shard in her best friend’s arm. “Didn’t go all the way through. Nerve damage should be minimum.”

“Nerve damage?” Liam repeated fearfully.

Lip put his arm around Liam’s shoulders and pulled him close. “Like, she won’t be able to feel her arm and hand?”

“No.” Vee slid on blue medical gloves. “She’ll be able to feel, but motor control skills… It might take her some time to re-learn.”  She began cleaning the area with cotton swabs dipped in rubbing alcohol. “Lip, I’m going to need you for this one. Glove up.”

Liam clung to his brother’s arm.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Lip reassured, patting Liam’s hand to get him to let go.

Liam stepped away and approached Debbie.  He embraced her and Debbie ran her hand through his course hair, absentmindedly picking at the knots Liam failed to comb through.

Gloved and sterilized, Lip pulled up a chair next to Vee and sat down. “What do you need?”

Vee prepared a surgical needle and thread. “Assuming she’s still intoxicated, her blood will be thin, and she’ll bleed out fast. I need you to put gauze and pressure on her wound, and work around me while I stitch it shut.”

Lip nodded somberly. “Got it.” He thumbed through the gauze tiles, making sure they’re ready to pull apart when needed.

“Debbie?” Liam trembled in his sister’s arms.

“Liam.” Debbie pulled back and cupped her little brother’s face. “You don’t have to be a grown-up today. You can be a kid, and you can go upstairs and play with Franny and her cousins.”

Liam’s eyes glossed over. He nodded and quietly dipped out of Debbie’s grip, ascending the stairs and making his way into Franny’s bedroom. The girls squealed at his arrival and immediately assigned him the role of the evil warlock, to which Liam gratefully accepted.  

“Ready?” Vee asked.

“Ready,” Lip confirmed.

Vee delicately placed her fingers on the glass shard and tugged it out within a split second-

Blood gushed from the wound.

Lip ignored the beads of sweat collecting on his brow and quickly pushed the gauze against the wound.

Vee poured rubbing alcohol around the area and on the needle and thread in her grip. Then, she proceeded to stick the needle through Fiona’s skin and began to sew.

Debbie watched from the stairs, her stomach churning at the sight of blood. Why is there so much? It’s a small wound.

Lip could smell copper in the air. Every time Vee’s needle came close, he pulled the gauze away, waited for her to stitch it, and replaced it with a dry piece of gauze.

It took less than 10 minutes to finish the job.

By then, Lip’s gloves are covered in blood, as is Vee’s.

“The gash on her forehead is fine. Should heal up in a few days,” Vee commented. She wiped sweat away from her own forehead, using her long leopard printed sleeves. “I would say 7 days on the stitches, and then I can remove them.”

“Jesus Christ.” Lip leaned back in his chair, holding bloody gauze pads in each hand. “Vee… Next paycheck, I can-”

“Don’t you dare, Lip.” She peeled the bloody gloves off. “I don’t make house calls for anybody, except for you and your family because you’re MY family. Understood?”

Lip nodded. “Understood.” He hung his head, bloody gloves dragging along his denim jeans. “I don’t know how to repay you.”

“Nothing to repay. You don’t owe me.” Vee leaned down past Lip and pressed a kiss to Fiona’s forehead. The cut had already been cleaned, and it was scabbing up, there was no need for stitches. She sat up and began carding her fingers through Fiona’s hair, picking out rubble and glass that didn’t stick to the scalp. “I know my best friend and she doesn’t drink like this unless… She’s under stress. I mean bad, BAD stress. You know anything about that?”

Lip gradually removed the bloodied gloves from his hands and gave a half-shrug. “I don’t know… Laundromat owner, manager of Patsy’s pies, Ian’s mood swings, take your pick.”

“Are you fucking Ian?”

Lip’s eyes snapped to the kitchen entryway, where Kev stood with his arms hugged tightly around his stomach. “Fiona said you and Ian are fucking.”

“I-I, what?” Lip blinked rapidly.

Vee rolled her eyes and glared at her ill husband. “Frank showed up and put this idea in Fiona’s head. Said he saw you and Ian making out.”

Debbie quirked a brow.

Lip shook his head adamantly. “The fuck?! No! I’m not fucking Ian. Why would you ask me that?”

“Fiona said-”

Vee cut her husband off with a hiss. “SHUT UP!”

Kev closed his big mouth.

Vee rubbed the area above her eyes, a headache coming on. “Frank was high, or drunk, and he was looking for an excuse to get on Fiona’s good side. I think that’s why he said what he said… That’s not important though, what’s important is finding Fiona’s car.”

Lip nodded. “Yeah… How come?”

Vee lowered her hand, and she gave Lip and Debbie a serious look over. “If the cops find Fi’s car, they can book her for a DUI AND fleeing the scene of a crime.”

“But Fiona isn’t driving!” Debbie said, gesturing to her unconscious sister.

“Doesn’t matter. If she was involved in an accident, the cops can trace her car here and she’ll…. You know…” Vee sighed softly. “Violated her probation. She’ll go right back to prison.”

“Fuck me.” Lip kicked his chair away, glanced at Fiona’s sleeping form, and rushed to the front door. “Just the plates, right?”

“Yeah, grab em’ and anything else linking the car to Fiona.” Vee stood with the help of her husband around her arm.  

“Want me to come with you?” Kev offered.

“No. I got this.” Lip pulled his boots on.

“Lip…” Debbie left the stairs and approached her sibling. “I can help.”

“I know Debbs, but I need you here.” Lip threw his hoodie on. “Take care of Liam and Fiona.”

Carl stepped out of the kitchen, lowering his cell phone. “Bobby doesn’t have anything on a car matching Fiona’s make and model. It’s still out there.”

“Good.” Lip nodded in his brother’s direction and exited the house.

---

Lip nearly collided into his younger brother, Ian.  

Ian cursed and managed to side-step at the last second. “What the fuck?!”

“Fuck. My bad.” Lip maneuvered around his sibling and made a beeline for the sidewalk.

The youngest Gallagher blinked and turned on his heels. “Where the hell are you going?”

The eldest didn’t answer. He climbed into Brad’s car, inserted the key, and fired the engine up. Within seconds he’s gone, rounding a corner and pulling out of sight.

The redhead frowned and quietly entered the house. He dropped his duffle bag the moment he saw Fiona on the couch, her arm covered in stitches and dry blood.

---

Lip inhaled deeply, but the nicotine did little to calm his nerves. His hand trembled. He almost dropped his cigarette a couple of times. He replayed Brad’s shocked voice when he pointed out the blood on Lip’s sleeves. Lip fled from his boss/sponsor’s house so fast that he almost cracked his skull on the pavement, had he not caught himself at the last second.

Find her car. Find Fiona’s car.

It played on an endless loop in his head. Lip had to protect his sister. It’s all that mattered at that point-

“Lip.”

The blonde paused on the sidewalk and glanced over his shoulder.

Ian had his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched passively. He didn’t make direct eye-contact when he spoke. “Debbie and Vee explained everything.”

Lip exhaled plumes of smoke and nonchalantly shrugged. “Oh.” He ignored his pounding heart and continued walking.

Ian followed. He always followed. “I know we um, haven’t talked-”

“Shut the fuck up or leave,” Lip demanded, not bothering to look at his brother. “I got enough shit on my plate.”

“Fair enough.” Ian didn’t add anything else. He walked behind Lip, their footsteps synchronizing in the most appealing way.

Eventually, Ian matched Lip's stride, and they walked side by side. Wordless. Their steps echoed louder than the shitty vehicles driving by. Louder than the hookers screaming at their cheap clientele. Louder than-

“Fi had an Irish boyfriend, right?”

Ian cocked his head. “Uh, yeah. Ford, right?”

“Ford,” Lip repeated, hating the way it sounded on his tongue. “Murphy’s Pub. I don’t mean to sound like a racist dick-”

“Let’s check it out,” Ian interrupted. He rushed past Lip, leading the way.

Lip rolled his eyes, but a smile curled at his mouth anyway.

---

“Frank knows.”

Ian squinted at his brother, trying his best to shuffle around the women dancing next to him. “Knows what?”

Lip gently tapped a woman on her shoulder and gestured to the bar. “Ladies night. 50% off your drinks.”

“REALLY?!” The girl squealed in excitement. She couldn’t have been older than 21. “You’re the best!” She leaned up on her heels and kissed Lip on the cheek and even went as far as to fluff his blonde curls.

Jealous and full of contempt, Ian glared hard at his brother and the desperate girl hanging onto his arm.  

“Me and you… that time we were in the kitchen.” Lip didn’t mind the unwanted contact. He watched the girl grab her friends’ moments later and drag them to the bar. In the meantime, he surveyed the floor, but he didn’t see Ford. “Shit out of luck. He isn’t here.”

“So? We’re not together.” Ian crossed his arms. “Anything Frank says is a lie.” He looked around the crowded bar. “I’ll ask around about Ford.”  

Lip furrowed his brow. “I’ve been asking around.”

“Yeah, but you're only targeting the straight crowd.” Ian shrugged and slipped out of his hoodie. For the briefest moment his shirt rode up and he inattentively tugged it back down.  

Lip stared.

“Be right back,” Ian said with a mischievous grin.

“Ian-” Lip frowned, watching his little brother touch and kiss on a stranger. They both disappeared into the bathroom and Lip stood near a group of college kids. Granted, most of them threw themselves at Lip but he could only pay attention to the men’s restroom, counting down the agonizing minutes that passed.

---

“She was heading to the laundromat. Something about picking up the coins and cashing out.”

Lip huffed under his breath, fully prepared to snub his cigarette out on Ian’s pretty face. “Specific intel, huh? Just from sucking his dick?” He was pissed, and he didn’t filter it.

Ian glowered at his brother. “The fuck’s your problem, man? I was just trynna help.”

“I didn’t ask for your fucking help,” Lip remarked. He didn’t’ enjoy watching Ian flirt with another guy, not because they’re together, or whatever, they’re NOT together. Ian made that much known.

"Whatever." Ian shook his head. "You’re jealous because I wasn’t sucking your dick.”

Lip lost it. He tossed his cigarette over the curbside, grabbed Ian by the collar of his hoodie, and crowded him against the wall of some small business establishment. He got in Ian’s face and snarled. “I could have ANYONE sucking my dick right now, and you wouldn’t be a blip on my radar.”

The redhead cooed softly, leaning into Lip’s grip and getting in his face with a smile. “You sure about that?” Despite the anger he still harbored, Ian craved Lip. He wanted kisses and feather light touches when Lip was feeling generous. He found himself curling his fingers into Lip’s sweater and dragging him impossibly closer.

Their mouths almost touched.

“You want me," Ian challenged.

Lip narrowed his eyes disdainfully. “I don’t.”

“Liar.” Ian grinned playfully and rubbed his knee against Lip’s crotch.

Lip’s face twisted into something indecipherable, and a subtle groan rumbled out of his throat. He couldn’t resist rutting his hips into Ian, dragging his erection over a denim thigh. It was wrong but it felt so right. Wait... Wasn't Ian mad at him? 

Out of nowhere a car drove by, and the homophobic driver smashed his palm against the horn. “Get a room homos!”

Lip instinctively positioned himself to cover Ian, glaring daggers at the driver. "Fuck you, asshole!" 

The temptation is too strong. Ian leaned down and nuzzled a kiss against Lip's jaw. “Idiot.”

Lip huffed irritably and looked back at his brother. “You're the idiot for following me. I didn't ask you to tag along.”

“And you'll never have to.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What do you think it means?”

The pair fell into an uneasy silence, each trying to discern the meaning behind their own words.

Ian still loved Lip.

Lip still loved Ian.

If they weren't so prideful and stubborn, they could get past this little hiccup and move the fuck on. 

As luck would have it, a police officer rolled up and blasted his sirens. A second later a familiar face leaned out of the passenger window with a handheld radio in his hand. “Officer Harrison, I think I spotted the perverts. Backup recommended.”

Ian and Lip pulled away from each other with a laugh.

“We located her car,” Carl said.

---

“Holy shit,” Ian muttered.

“Understatement of the century,” Lip commented.

“Holy shit,” Carl repeated. He stood next to his older brothers, staring wide-eyed at the overturned white van. It was dented on the right side, but as to how that happened is a mystery. The windshield is shattered, as is the driver's side window. Both airbags had gone off during impact. The vehicle is totaled.

“Uhh, should I call this in?” Harrison asked. He appeared nervous and constantly wiped sweat off his brow.

“Not yet.” Carl turned to his partner and grabbed the handheld radio out of his hands. “Couple hours, and we’ll call it in. Okay?”

“O-okay… but for the record,” Harrison put his hands on his hips and glanced at the vehicle in the ditch, “This doesn’t seem legal.”

“It isn’t,” Ian said. He shuffled down the hill and began removing the plates; he didn’t have a screwdriver, but his pocketknife did the trick.  

Lip shimmied across the wet grass and opened the driver’s side door. He located Fiona’s driver’s license and wallet, including the invoices from the laundromat and Patsy’s Pies. He checked the passenger side and back seats for additional evidence.

Carl jumped after the handheld radio went off.

“We have a 10-16 at 28 Lilac Drive. Corresponding officers please report.”

Harrison and Carl exchanged serious looks.

Carl radioed in. “10-4, Officer Gallagher and Harrison on scene.”

“Copy that.” The dispatcher said over the radio.

“Shit.” Carl watched his partner jump into the police cruiser. “You guys good?” He glanced at Ian and Lip.

Although tense and uncomfortable, the oldest Gallagher siblings nodded.

Carl left with his partner.

Ian and Lip combed the vehicle over one more time and departed shortly after.

---

“What did Frank say?”

Lip pushed out a cloud of smoke and didn’t hesitate to pass his cigarette to Ian when the other gestured for it. “Saw me and you kissing… Told Fiona, and Fiona told Vee and Kev.”

“Is that why she’s drinking?” Ian pressed the cigarette to his mouth and took a deep inhale.

“I dunno.” Lip shrugged. “According to Eliza, she’s been drinking on the job for the past several weeks.”

“Jesus.” Ian flicked ashes and returned the cigarette. “I didn’t know it was that bad.”

“Me neither.” Lip took his cigarette back and inhaled a hit of nicotine. “Ian… Are we done?”

The redhead sighed and shuffled a hand through his hair. He debated on switching the topic back to Fiona, but figured it was better to address Lip's inquiry now and rip the metaphorical band-aid off. It’s not that Ian wanted things to end between him and Lip…. It had to end. There was no future for them together. At least, nothing Ian could be satisfied with. He hated secrets. Hated being treated like a dirty secret. Lip might be content with an undisclosed relationship, but Ian was not. It wouldn't be fair to either of them, trading temporary happiness for a lifetime of disappointment.

“Yeah… I think we’re done.” It hurt to admit it aloud. "For good." 

Lip felt his heart ripping into hundreds of pieces, but he didn’t so much as bat an eye. He hummed in acknowledgement and continued smoking in silence.

Ian hung his head.

Neither brother had anything to say while they trekked home.

---

Ian paused at the gate, frowning slightly as Lip continued walking. “Where are you going?”

“Meeting,” Lip said without looking at his brother. “And no, it’s not you. Fiona reeks of booze… it’s triggering for me.”

“I could open the windows and back door?”

“Don’t bother.” Lip pulled out another cigarette. “See you around, kid.”

Something twisted around Ian’s heart until it ached. He remained at the gate, long after Lip’s silhouette disappeared down the street.

---

“Didn’t think you were gonna make it.”

Lip emptied the last bit of coffee into a white Styrofoam cup, followed by a heavy dose of powdered creamer and sugar.  “Yeah, I know, I've been slacking.”

“Don’t I know it.” Brad slapped his hand over Lip’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “When you ran away from my house…. What was that about?”

“Fiona wrecked her car and showed up at work intoxicated.” Lip shifted away from Brad’s grip and ambled towards the meeting room.

“Oh, my God… Is she okay?!”

“Yes…and no.” Lip nodded to the older gentleman in the corner of the room before taking a seat on a brown leather recliner. He watched Brad take the rocking recliner next to him. “She’s alive… no major injuries, but I think she lost her job at Patsy’s Pies.”

“Damn… I’m sorry, chief. I didn’t know you were going through some shit.” Brad blew on his coffee and chanced a small sip. The burn had him hissing and squirming in his seat.

“Don’t worry about it, man.”

Brad hesitated before broaching the topic on his mind. He leaned over and whispered as the main speaker read the AA preamble. “You and Ian didn’t make up, yet?”

Lip shook his head slowly. “Unfortunately, no.” When he said it, he meant to sound indifferent, but his expression and voice must’ve betrayed him.

Brad saw it fit to scoot closer and sling his arm around Lip’s shoulders. He patted Lip’s arm and ruffled his curly hair, as though consoling an upset child. “Hey. It’s gonna be okay. You’re brothers, and brothers fight sometimes, but in the end you’re all each other has.”

If it were anybody else, Lip might’ve shoved them away and told them to get fucked. Brad, however, is the exception and Lip knew his intentions were coming from a good place. He decided to lean into the touch and close his eyes. “I know… but Ian doesn’t want anything to do with me. Brothers or not, we’re… not going back to the way things used to be.”

“Yeah?” Brad’s mouth pinched into serious concentration. He gave Lip’s head another firm comb-over with his fingers. “He’ll get over it. You both will. Whatever your little spat is about… But you could try a grand gesture? If you wanna speed up the process.”

Hazel blue eyes fluttered open. Lip stared at Brad and cinched his eyebrows in disbelief. “The hell do you mean grand gesture? Like something from those 90s rom-coms?”

“Exactly!” Brad snapped his fingers.

The other AA members stared angrily at Brad’s disruption.

“Sorry” Brad mouthed silently. He leaned closer to Lip. “What’s a better way to apologize than publicly humiliating yourself?”

Lip opened his mouth, until a fellow alcoholic in recovery shook her head in his direction. He decided to shut up and consider Brad’s suggestion.

---

Call him a stubborn bastard or what have you, but Lip wasn’t ready to give up on Ian. Yeah, they’re clearly going through a rough patch, however, Lip isn’t going to act like their time together meant nothing to him. He loved Ian. He wanted to be with him. Not as his older brother but as his lover. Lip could treat Ian better than any boyfriend that came before-

IF Ian allowed it.

Screw the coffees and free meals. Screw Fiona and whatever bullshit she’s going through. Screw Frank Gallagher. Lip had someone far more important in his life to focus on. His siblings are on their own this time around.

“Fuck me, this is a bad idea,” Lip said to nobody. He stood outside the EMT station, cellphone in hand and Brad’s car speakers on full volume. He’s surprised Brad had Bluetooth services, considering his vehicle is archaic.

People casually strolled by, casually glancing at the nervous blonde man who paced around his car.

“Fuck. Now or never.” Lip tried to hype himself up but as he pressed ‘play’ on a selected Youtube video, he felt himself wretch. He almost threw up on the sidewalk.

---

“Huh. Get a load of this asshole.”

Sue looked up from her clipboard and casually glanced out the window from the second floor. “Oh, my fucking God… Isn’t that your brother, Ian?”

Ian paused from lacing his boots up. He furrowed his brow and walked over to the window where Sue and Chaz stood. It took one glance for Ian to identify his older brother before his face paled. “What the hell is doing!?”

“I think he’s lip syncing,” Sue observed. “Not very good, mind you.”

Ian could rip his hair out. He watched in horror as Lip tried to dance on the sidewalk, in clear view, forcing people to walk around him like the crazed asshole he was-

Savage Garden’s ‘Truly, Madly, Deeply’ echoed from Brad’s car speakers, matching Lip’s awkward movements.

“I want to stand with you on a mountain! I want to bathe with you in the sea! I want to lay like this forever!” Lip twirled on his heels and raised his hands high above his head, as though offering as heart. “Until the sky falls down on me!” He lip synced every word perfectly, but his dancing lacked in skill and coordination. He almost tripped on the sidewalk.

Random pedestrians pulled out their phones and began recording Lip’s performance, some going live on their social media accounts.

Ian flushed deep red, turning brighter than his own hair.  “Fuck me…. CHAZ PUT YOUR PHONE AWAY!”

“Jesus, sorry.” Chaz turned his live stream off. “What’s the deal? I thought you hated your brother.”

“I don’t hate him!” Ian retorted.

Sue snickered quietly. “Finally got through to you, huh?”

“Sue!” Ian huffed furiously.

Out of nowhere, the speakers on Brad’s car suddenly stopped working and they faded out to static.

Lip sprinted to the car, yanked the passenger door open and leaned in to investigate. He used his fist and hammered away on the speakers.

Nothing. Ziltch. Brad’s speakers finally kicked the bucket. They were old anyway, kind of shocking how long they lasted.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Lip panicked and grabbed at his hair. The hell was he supposed to do now? This was Brad’s ingenious plan, and it backfired!

Sue tutted. “Well, it was a good plan, too bad he didn’t have better speakers.” She resumed going over her checklist. “Ian, go put the poor guy out of his misery.”

“Okay…” Ian finished lacing his boots and left the second floor. As he was descending the stairs, he heard somebody belting out that Godawful song at the top of their lungs – it was Lip. Lip was the one singing.

“I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy. I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you neeeeeed. I'll love you more with every breath, truly madly deeply do!” Lip didn’t stop singing, even when Ian walked out of the EMT station to gawk at him.

Lip took another deep breath and bellowed, “I want to stand with you on a mountain! I want to bathe with you in the sea-”

Ian abruptly cut Lip off by taking hold of his hand and dragging him away from the station.

Lip interlocked their fingers, and Ian didn’t shake him off.

---

“You were offkey, ya know?”

“Singing isn’t my strong suit.”

“And you’re a shitty dancer.”

“Yeah, I know." Lip used his free hand and dragged it over his face, experiencing residual embarrassment. “Think I’ll go viral?”

“Maybe.” Ian squeezed his brother’s hand as they walked, taking one of the paths less traveled. It's a cut across through an alleyway, reeked of garbage and piss. That's why people didn't wander through here much. The younger man inched closer, till he was nearly pressed to his brother's side.

Out of impulse, and need, Lip leaned up and pecked Ian's cheek with a kiss.

It wasn't enough to satisfy Ian. He raised his free hand, cupped Lip's face, and properly kissed his brother.

Their kiss was regrettably brief, but when they parted, their faces were flushed, and saliva was visible at the corners of their mouths.  

“I missed you,” Lip mumbled.

Ian pushed a curl away from Lip’s gorgeous eyes. “I missed you, too.”

They pressed their foreheads together, both oblivious to the surrounding world around them. For now, it’s just them and only them.

---

It’s a dog park for the most part, but parents brought their kids anyway. With no playground in sight, kids ran past the trees, taunting each other and their exhausted parents. 

Ian and Lip sat on a bench, quietly observing. Not once did their hands part. 

“I’m sorry,” Lip said after a lengthy pause.

“For what?”

“Being an asshole.” Lip withdrew his hand, rested his elbows on his knees, and leaned over the bench. It was hard to face Ian. Much easier to talk to the grass. “You were trying to be a good boyfriend, and I was dick about it. I had it in my head you’re this dangerous secret… If anyone found out, my life is over.” He sighed unhappily.

Ian traced his fingertips over Lip’s knuckles, gradually taking his hand again and linking their fingers. He raised Lip’s hand and kissed it. “I don’t want to be a secret, anymore.”

Lip’s heart melted at the affectionate gesture. He leaned in and kissed Ian against his jaw. “I know. I don’t want you to be a secret, either… But I need a little more time, Ian.”

“Time for what?” Ian turned his head and nosed light kisses against his brother’s neck.

“To save up… in case Fiona kicks us out. I wanna be prepared for the worst, ya know?” Lip sighed contently and squeezed Ian’s hand. “If you’ll still have me, that is.”

Ian pulled back, only to cup Lip’s face and pull him closer. Ian stared into his brother’s eyes, green matching blue. “What do you want from me, Lip? I need to hear you say it." 

Lip rested a hand on Ian’s face, gently brushing over his freckled cheekbone. “I want you.”

“What for?” Ian asked.

"Whaddya mean what for?.”

Ian shook his head. "If it's a sex thing, you can get that from anyone. What I mean is-"

Lip silenced his brother with a kiss. He could feel Ian smiling. "I know what you meant, you soft ass bitch." 

The redhead cracked a wide grin. "You're one to talk... Mr. Savage Garden." 

"Fuck... don't ever bring that up again." Lip chuckled softly, daring to steal another chaste kiss from Ian. His mouth tasted heavenly. “I wanna be with you Ian... Not as your brother, not as your boyfriend... As your husband, but I know legally that shit can't happen. Not unless we go to another country... change our identities... Live off-grid..." He rubbed at the back of his neck, unaware of his own ramblings.

"Husband?" Ian repeated, wide-eyed, jaw hanging open, and for a second, he forgot to breath. 

“You okay?" Lip gripped his brother's shoulder and gave him a light shake. 

Ian swallowed a lump in his throat. He closed the distance between them and kissed Lip, long and hard, until his own lungs burned for air-

Lip could hardly pull himself off Ian. When he did, he attacked him for another kiss.

Things must’ve gotten a little too hot and heavy, because a parent stood by, clearing her throat and frowning at the young men making out on the bench. It wasn’t that she had anything against the gays, but they were damn near dry humping in public and she wouldn’t stand for it.

“Excuse me!”

Ian and Lip looked up from the bench, their hands hidden somewhere underneath each other’s pants.

“My daughter is 10! Please take it to a hotel or home! I don’t care, but please for the love of God-”

“Sorry!” Ian apologized first. He tried to adjust his boner but that earned him an offended gasp from the parent.

Lip didn’t bother. He took Ian by his hand and guided him away from the park. His own groin ached for attention, but make-up sex would have to wait. Whatever was going on with Fiona... it had him on edge. As the eldest Gallagher brother, it's his duty to put his family first, and to take care of each and every one of them - excluding Frank. Lip's needs could wait. 

---

“So, who’s idea was it? To sing that godawful song?”

Lip and Ian stood outside the station. “It was Brad. Speaking of which, I should probably get his car back to him. I think his wife has an appointment today.”

“Good ol’ Brad.” Ian anxiously played with Lip’s hand, until Lip grabbed him by the hips and drew him closer.

Lip kissed Ian in full view. No trees to hide behind. No dirty alleyways. No disruptive strangers.

Ian parted his mouth, groaning quietly at the sensation of Lip’s tongue entering him.

They're unwilling to end their time together, especially Ian. He clung to his older sibling and peppered his face with kisses. “How much longer do we have to wait?”

Lip smiled after every kiss, his face tingling from constant contact. “Gimme a month or two. I’m already looking at apartments in North Side.”

“Really?” Ian’s eyes widened hopefully. “You’re serious? You wanna be with… me?”

“Of course I do.” Lip stroked his little brother’s face, admiring how fast he turned red. “I wanna take care of you and soon enough… No more secrets. I want everyone to know how much you mean to me.”

“Lip…” Ian’s vision blurred. He wiped at his eyes while Lip kissed every tear away.

“I love you,” Lip whispered.

“I love you, too.” Ian kissed him once more.

Lip didn’t want to go, but he had to get Brad’s car back to him. He got behind the driver’s side, started the car, and drove away from the station. He couldn’t wipe the big smile off his face, knowing Ian was watching him with lovestruck eyes. 

Notes:

Been a minute since I updated. Shout out to all the readers who've been reaching out to me and patiently waiting for updates. I appreciate y'all! :3