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"Have you heard? That redhead is a fucking manswhore, he fucks his way into everybody's pants" Mickey raises his head from the table to see who said that, oh it was Caleb, of course, the fucker was obsessed with Ian, not that Mickey could say anything about it, he was a little obsessed with Ian himself.
"Who? That Gallagher kid? From nursing? He doesn't fucks everyone and everything, just the ones that have dicks tho" Jared answers.
"But it's true tho, heard he fucked most if not all the professors he had this semester already, that's why he gets such good grades"
Mickey did not want to listen about it, he knew that there are rumors around that Ian fucks all of his friends, he already fucking knew it.
He knew it, and seeing him at his house almost every fucking day of the week was hard, because Mickey was not Ian's friend.
He did want to be tho.
He tried, once, it went terribly.
But he was committed, he had a goal in mind, to befriend Ian Gallagher.
Why? You must be wondering, it was because of the fucking, of course it was. Look he was a simple man, and seeing Ian Gallagher, a six foot, really fit and strong man, that can tower almost every person he knows... Well, it sold the deal to Mickey. To be completely honest, he wanted to be manhandled by a strong man, not that he would ever tell anyone that, he prefers shooting himself on the face before saying it aloud.
And having these fuckers talking about it made it really hard for him to not think of how good looking and strong and kind and... Fuck. Maybe he didn't want to befriend Ian for the fucking, but date him? No, what the fuck, he just wanted Ian to rail him, that's all. Yeah, that's all.
He looked around, and realized that the class was over, damn, he got so lost in his own thoughts he forgot the class was still rolling around. He better move quick to his next class.
There he was. Again. Sitting besides Mandy, chewing popcorns and drinking a beer while laughing hard of something on the TV.
He was really cute like this, Mickey thought, his hair was natural, with his curls falling in front of his forehead, making him look younger than he actually was, he was wearing black sweatpants and a black crew neck. He looked so natural there, like he belongs in that couch, and it made Mickey's heart beat a little faster than normal.
"Hey, Mickey" Mandy says, catching Ian's attention and dragging it to him "We're watching Brooklyn 99, Ian's pick today, wanna join?"
"Uh..." Mickey wanted to say 'hell, yes' and hop on the couch in between both of them, but at the same time he wanted to evaporate right there and then, with all Ian's attention on him "I've never watched it... And don't want to bother y'all with having to explain shit to me..."
"Cut it off Mickey" Ian says, making Mickey's body tense at the sound of his name, it was not like they ever really talked "It's a comedy show, there's nothing much to explain, except the character's name and shit, what is your excuse now?"
Mickey wanted really bad to still decline their invitation, like he does everytime Mandy's with Ian, conventionally Mickey only had homework to do, tests to study to, and presentations to prepare when Ian was around. Mandy knew it was bullshit, and Ian, probably knew it too, but he never confronted Mickey, fuck, before today, he never even looked at his direction, which took Mickey totally by surprise, not having enough time to think of a good lie to tell both of them. That's, of course, is the only reason he answers:
" 'Kay, then, hop off Red, gimme some space so I can judge your favorite show, and, of course, all your personality by it" Mickey sits in between them, not once looking at Ian, but grabbing his beer so he could have a sip of it "If your taste is anything like Mandy's I already know it's shit"
"Hey, never said it was my favorite show" Ian says with a chuckle, while rewinding the episode, so Mickey could at least understand half of it "And trust me my taste in everything is perfect, 'kay? Nothing like Mandy's"
" 'The fuck? Why are both of you trying to roast me, fuck you" Mandy says as she slaps Mickey on the neck, and tries to kick Ian's side "Now shut up and pay attention to the show dumbass"
Incredibly, Mickey likes the show, he doesn't know if it's because he got to be close to Ian, or if he really enjoyed it, but he enjoys it, and when Ian hears that, he says they should watch it together from the beginning, and no watching alone, it would be basically cheating, Ian says.
Mickey agrees with all of it, not because he needs to watch every single episode of it, but just because he found it cute the way Ian was so invested in watching that damn show, like creating a schedule to watch, and even going as far as creating a whole damn text group so they can talk about it if needed. Just thinking of Ian going through all of this because he wants to watch a goddamn comedy show with him, well, not actually just him, but Mickey was involved, so he considered that Ian was looking forward to be in the presence of Mickey, even if it was not exactly it.
So, they fall into a routine, every monday, wednesday and thursday they would watch about 6 episodes and call it a night, they would always eat something Mandy brought from her part-time job at a local coffee shop, normally it would be some type of fancy bread, they would laugh at the TV for about two hours and talk about it during this time. But once the TV was off, Mickey would disappear into his room, not bothering to show up until Ian was gone, trying to calm his heart down after being by his crush side for so long, at this rate Mickey was pretty sure he was falling in love for Ian, but would only say it aloud under torture.
Ian would always try to make Mickey stay, talking about other things they could do, and he always declined trying to come up with some excuse. Mickey knew Ian was just being nice, trying to include him in his hangouts with Mandy, but sometimes it was a little bit too much to him, it would make him think of how dating Ian would look like, late night hangout in the couch? Would Ian like to be cuddled up with Mickey in the couch while watching whatever's on TV?
It just made him a little bit delusional, even though, some people around him, mostly his female coworker Amber, thought otherwise.
"Did you man up yet and ask him out, you pussy?" That's the first thing Mickey hears as he enters the university library "Like c'mon it's been what? Five weeks? It's about time to ask him out"
"It's only four, bitch" he doesn't talk about how he been pining on Ian way longer than those weeks, gladly Amber says that if you never talked to someone you can't like her whatsoever "And nobody's such a whore like you, he will probably not want to go out with me"
"Hey! Stop it, right now! We're not going down this road again, he would love to go out with you, okay? And if not, his fault anyway" Amber says, and for once, looks around to see if anyone's paying attention on their conversation, and talks in an almost whisper "And he kinda is such a whore like me, for what I've been told that man is a nonstop fuck machine, which doesn't make sense by the amount of time he spends at your place"
"Maybe he doesn't work part-time like all of us simple human beings, don't know, don't care, didn't ask. By the way he would totally bail out if he, you know, finds out about it... All the pressure of being the first and shit" Mickey starts rolling the trolley with devolutions by the library with his head down to somewhat pretend he's not blushing thinking about it.
"Oh c'mon just because you're a virgin" Mickey hisses at the word, she's almost full on screaming in between the shelves "Anyways, just because you're a virgin, will not make him runaway, and if he does, that's an asshole move of him, ok? Besides a lotta people like being the first of someone, adds to the thrill of not having any competition to compare if you're bad" Amber says with full confidence looking at Mickey.
"Can we please change subjects?" Mickey looks defeated when saying it, ready to beg to stop talking about his virginity for the nth time "It looks like every time we talk we always circle around it, it looks like there's nothing to talk about"
" 'Kay honey, will do it for you, we'll change the subject about losing your virginity to, drum roll, please, losing your virginity" Mickey hisses, again, he already knew the way this conversation's going, she'll again invite him to a fucking fraternity party again to try to get Mickey railed "Oh, c'mon don't look at me like that, it's going to be fun, and, if you think Ian won't get with you 'cause you never popped your cherry, you could get it over at the party and get down with him right after"
This catches Mickey's attention, he never thought about it, but Amber was right, not about being fun and all of that shit, but that if he was no longer a virgin he wouldn't be so shy around Ian, and could even get down with him indeed. Amber saw his thinking process and smiles widely, ready to talk about the party for Mickey, knowing that he was going.
"You are what?" Mandy screams from across the room, with her legs in Ian's lap, she starts kicking his side to get up and run towards her brother "Oh my god, I can't believe, this is what? The second party you're going in three years at the university! What the fuck?"
"Calm down, bitch, it's just a frat party anyways, and I'm just going 'cause Amber said she would buy me food for a month so whatever" that wasn't a lie, Amber really was going to buy him whatever he wanted, since it was a miracle getting him out of the house "Just wanted to warn you, so you guys can do the deed without me in here and shit, figured you'd want to fuck for a while so..."
He knew Ian was not fucking his sister, and was pretty sure he was gay, but he needed a confirmation, and this was the most subtle way he could drop it to know if he's really gay or not.
"Wait, you think we're fucking?" Ian let's an exasperated sigh when he watches as Mickey nods in agreement "The fuck, man? I'm gay, like really gay, really really gay–"
"Chill out man" Mickey says with a chuckle, suddenly really happy knowing that Ian was the gayest man alive "Just thought about it, 'cause Mandy's always talking about you, like all the time. Nothing against it tho, like I'm gay too, man, but I'm pretty sure Mandy already told you, she likes to run her mouth around"
Ian looks at him with a different look on his face, and Mickey swears he sees a glimpse of desire on them. Maybe that was what Ian needed to step up his game, knowing Mickey was gay and single.
Fuck, Mickey felt like running away already, looking at the outside of the frat house, there were already some drunk people in the outside, and some radio pop was blasting through the windows. It made Mickey uncomfortable, but he had a goal in mind, and to reach this goal, he had to be there, he was a lot of things, a coward was none of them, so he goes in through the door, scanning the room, seeing some drunk people singing at the karaoke, and some at the beer pong. He went directly at where he thought it was the kitchen, wanting to get at least a little bit drunk before trying to flirt his way with someone.
When he got in the kitchen, he got really shocked seeing Ian there, talking to some random guy. He shouldn't be surprised, there should be a place where all the rumors came from right? He shouldn't be sad seeing him flirting with someone.
"Oh, hey there, Mickey" Ian meets eyes with Mickey, ignoring the guy he was just talking to, focusing his full attention on the brunet "When you said you'd come, I really didn't think much of it, but seeing you here is really shocking, never saw you around these parties"
"Yeah, man, would do anything for free food" Ian laughs at Mickey's joke, getting closer to him with a beer in his hand, the guy he was just talking long fogotten "Anyway, I'll just get a couple beers, walk around and get the hell out here"
"Sounds like a great plan, can I tag along?" suddenly Mickey is very nervous, he wanted more than everything to have Ian by his side all night.
"Sure, I mean, if you really want to" he passes in front of Ian grabbing a six pack of long neck "This should be booze enough, right? Or do you want more?"
Ian doesn't look quite sure about it, but he nods anyway and say that this is enough for both of them, following Mickey outside of the kitchen.
"Since we're straight up stealing a six pack, I think we should head to one of the rooms, so no one bothers us" Ian said in a nervous laugh, looking around the room, maybe looking for something or someone.
" Not stealing shit, but if you want so bad to be alone in a dark room with a drunk me, sure man, not blaming you" Mickey didn't know where all this confidence came from, but he kinda liked it.
"Oh, yeah, can't wait to have you all to myself" Ian laughs as they get to the first room they could get to themselves, locking the door as he goes in after Mickey. Hearing the lock sends shivers down Mickey's spine, and having Ian say shit like that wasn't really helping. Fuck.
He opens up a beer, drinking right away, the one in the redhead's hand is still there, yet to be finished. Mickey looks at his eyes. Fuck. What should he do now, like they are just going to drink in silence? What is he supposed to do?!
"So, nursing, huh, sounds nice" Mickey blurts the first fucking thing in his mind, he just didn't want to think of all the silence and how they are so alone and shit "Bet I couldn't do this shit, having to deal with people's health is like fucking insane, like if someone's die and it's my fault I'd probably be going through a depression episode right after and would kill myself" Fuck, he shouldn't have said it that way, it looked like he was just straight up telling Ian to kill himself. What the fuck was his problem?
"Well, when something like this happens is really fucked up" thank fuck Ian didn't seem to care about Mickey subtlety telling him to off himself "But I don't know man, being able to help out, and actually make a difference in people's life would be pretty awesome, but that's just my opinion"
"I don't know if Mandy told you, but I'm bipolar, you know?" no, Mandy never told him that, but he could understand why she didn't, it was something really personal, and it shouldn't be told by somebody else "I'm on meds now, really stable, been stable for a while now. But it was hard before, like really hard, shit got out of control. I had to be hospitalized. It was that or going to prison, you know? It was real bad for my family as well, I didn't want to take the meds at first, it clouds my mind, feels like I'm not me. Then one day, I almost hit my younger sister, thought someone was coming for me, you know? The voices got the best of me. When I was there, at the hospital I mean, the nurses were really nice, they took care of me, and didn't judge me for what I've done and what I could do, they just took care of me. After I was stable, I came back to the hospital, to thank them, they were nice even then, they talked about their job with me, how grateful they were of helping people, that's when I realized that's what I wanted, to help out, people like me. Started to study to grad school and college right away. That's how I got in, got a scholarship and all"
"Wow" Mickey didn't know what to answer to that, knowing what he knows now, maybe just makes Mickey likes Ian more than ever.
"Got scared? I get it if you want to I don't know never talk to me again or whatever... I know that's kinda of a lot"
"No, no" Mickey is fast to answer, not wanting Ian to take it to any other way "Like, I kinda of understand now, not that you being bipolar is the first thing that crosses my mind the first time I saw you. Fuck. Look, what I'm trying to say is that you are really kind and generous, and I know where you come from, the South Side, just like me and Mandy. Growing up there is hard, like really hard. And getting out of all that bullshit is harder. Shit, I was the first one of my family to graduate high school, like what the fuck? Getting here, and staying here is fucking hard, and even tho we had it bad, you also had to deal with a whole lot of shit, and even then you're still one of the kindest people I know, all smiley and shit. You know how hard it is to stay positive living in the shit hole that the backyard is? Like, look at me, I barely don't have any friends, no one in here understands the fuck I've been through, well you do, I guess. I don't know, I just think that knowing what I know now about you just makes me think of how of a good person you are"
"Oh" Ian, who is now at his third beer looks at Mickey with a gentle smile on his face "But you're so good too Mickey, don't get me started on everything Mandy says about you, how you took care of her when your dad was in prison, and how you'd always stand out for her no matter what. Mickey you are a good person, it just so happens that we live in a really unfair environment, alright? That makes us rough, to the point of almost breaking. We're from South Side, we'll always be, nothing can't take that from us, okay? We're not there anymore, but our body is still in survival mode, and maybe it'll always be like this, but I really hope it get's better, that there comes a point where is not that hard"
"Well" Mickey let's out a long sigh sipping his fourth beer, the last one in the pack "Having a really deep and meaningful conversation was not in my plans for today, but it was really nice talking with you, it meant a lot to me"
"It wasn't in my plans either, but it felt good to just share, didn't have pressure to talk at all" Ian gets up from where he was seated and stumbles a little, laying besides Mickey in the bed "Fuck. Drank way more than I should, the meds fuck up my tolerance to alcohol, gotta sober up before going home"
"Well, I could get us something to eat, you know? I think there's some pizza down there" Mickey didn't want to go, but he needed to, being this close to Ian was doing things to him.
"Nah, don't want you far from me, wanna stay like this, we can talk or I don't know" Ian gets closer to Mickey and hugs his side. Fuck, are they really going to do it? "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Sure man, whatever" Mickey looks at Ian's eyes, and oh, he is so fucked.
"There's some rumors about me, have you ever heard them?"
He did, but he was not going to tell Ian that.
"Rumors? What rumors?"
"Yeah, maybe you didn't hear them. You look like someone who hates gossiping around" well that's not true at all, even though Mickey doesn't have a lot of friends he still knows all the hot tea going around the university "Well, it's just some bullshit. At the beginning of every semester, I always talk privately to the professors about being bipolar, and maybe getting into an episode, have to, right? Otherwise some real shit might happen"
Okay this explained part of the rumors, Mickey thinks.
"You see, some assholes think that just because I'm from where I am, I can't have good grades and have a life. These fuckers are saying that I sleep around with my professors to get good grades, like what the fuck? I'm still a fucking virgin"
Wait, what?
Mickey always thought that some of rumors were not true, like who the fuck would bang a seventy years old because he wanted to? But never, in his small time knowing Ian, he would think he's a virgin.
Like, the man has it all, good looks, good personality, good grades, he's the goddamn full package, and yet here they are. Two drunk virgins, hugging eachother, talking about very personal matters.
"That sucks, man. We could beat the shit out of them if you want to?" Mickey surely did, but it was better to ask before act on it.
"Nah, let them talk or whatever" Ian gets even closer in the hug, if it was possible, his breath now tickling Mickey's neck "I don't fucking care what bullshit they spread around about me, just know it ain't true"
Mickey looks at Ian. Fuck. they've been moving around a lot since they started hugging on the mattress, and now Ian's leg is between his, making a pressure on his crotch. He shouldn't be turned on after all this talking, but he is. Just a little. And he needs to get the fuck out, before it gets weird, like Ian just opened up about being bipolar and having rumors spread about him. It was a really fucked up time to be turned on.
"Hm, hey..." before Mickey could say anything, Ian starts slowly humping by his side, letting soft groans in his neck.
"Oh, fuck" Ian looks a little lost in a haze, maybe he's not fully conscious of what he's doing.
"Look, man, you're drunk, we should just sleep and call it a night, alright?" Mickey tries to be rational for once, since Ian doesn't look like he is in the right state of mind at the moment.
"You don't like me?" his voice was broken, like he was about to cry, but he still didn't stop humping Mickey's side.
"No, no, it's not like that. Look I like you, like a lot, and what you're doing really turns me on. But you're drunk, and you just told me you're virgin, and that's a big fucking thing, right? like I'm a virgin myself and I know it's a big deal, ok? Fuck" Mickey's line of thinking was all messed up, having Ian grind him like there's no tomorrow, monaning right into his ear.
"Oh, so you like it? You like me?" Ian starts kissing his neck and Mickey was really close to coming with just the way Ian is kissing his neck and humping him "That's good to know, I like you too, Mickey"
Mickey looks at Ian's green hooded eyes, and just think fuck it, he grabs Ian by the neck and push their lips together, kissing him slowly and each second deeper and deeper. He knew they should stop, but Mickey was under the influence just as much as Ian, every second of this clouding his mind even further.
Kissing Ian was easy, like they were two pieces of lego that had a perfect match, it felt right being embraced by him while slowly kissing and grinding eachother, letting some soft moans escape between them, it was like they had every time in the world to them, not having to bother with anything else.
Mickey was hard against Ian's leg, of course he was, with all that humping, who wouldn't? But even though he wanted a fast release, he was going at the established pace that Ian has been going, not caring about anything other than Ian, Ian's mouth, Ian's eyes, Ian's lips. Ian.
He paid so much attention to the redhead by his side, that it catches him by surprise when he comes, undone in his pants, with just some friction of Ian's leg, he moans loudly, closing his eyes at the sensation, no, Ian, he didn't come yet, he needs to see Ian coming. Mickey opens his eyes trying to memorize this moment, Ian looking lost, with his eyes unfocused, nonstop moaning and humping, he could come again just by that, and he swears he does when he sees Ian coming, with teary eyes and basically drooling, when he comes with a broken moan, his whole body trembling while he holds Mickey tightly in his arms.
Fuck. Mickey thinks he would never recover from this high.