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“IAN GALLAGHER!!”
The entire Gallagher house woke up at once at the sound of their front door being slammed open and a very angry Mickey Milkovich storming his way inside. Fiona was the first one to pull on some clothes and go running down the stairs to greet the unexpected visitor. And she was fucking pissed as all hell.
“Mickey?? What the fuck are you doing here? I got little kids sleeping upstairs!!”
As if to emphasize this point, Debbie and Carl arrived on the staircase, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes.
“Fiona? What's going on?” Debbie asked, only slightly worried about the angry Milkovich in her living room.
“Debbie, don't worry about it, go get Liam. Mickey, get the fuck out of my house!”
Mickey didn't pay attention to a word either of them was saying as he looked over her shoulder and bit on his finger. Ian had once noticed that Mickey did this whenever he got angry or nervous.
“I am not going fucking anywhere until I see Firecrotch!” Mickey fired at Fiona, then pushed past her to stand on the bottom step.
“IAN GET YOUR GINGER ASS DOWN HERE!”
Suddenly, Lip appeared on the staircase, still in his underwear,holding Liam. He passed the boy off to Debbie and stood next to his older sister.
“Hey Mickey! Good to see you, how's the wife?” Lip asked the sarcasm dripping around the annoyance in his voice for this early morning disturbance.
“Fuck you Lip, I'm not in the mood for your bullshit. Where. The fuck. Is Ian?” Mickey asked, stepping back into the living room and aimlessly looking around as if the ginger would be hiding behind the couch or some shit.
“Mickey I think you might need to step outside and calm down for a minute.” Lip said with a calmer voice, stepping between the Milkovich boy and his sister, putting a hand on his chest to create a little more distance.
“Did you know your brother went down the recruitment office yesterday? Did you know he used YOUR diploma to fucking enlist??” Mickey fired at Lip, poking him in the chest to punctuate his last few words.
“Yeah. He did.” Came a strong voice from the kitchen. Everyones eyes shifted to see Ian, standing in his ROTC uniform, still as a statue, face expressionless.
“You did what?!” Fiona screamed at him, charging toward her younger brother. “Are you out of your fucking mind?!”
“Fiona, maybe we should leave these guys alone.” Lip suggested to her, quickly catching up and this time placing himself between her and Ian. He kept his hands on her shoulder as he turned to face his brother.
“Ian, Mickey, go talk upstairs, everyone else stay down here.”
“Lip what the fuck? And Mickey why do you care about my brother? What the fuck is going on??” Fiona screamed, obviously very confused.
“Everybody shut up and just do what I said!” Lip yelled.
The group went quiet for a second, then started obeying Lip's demands. Mickey walked up the stairs and Ian went up the opposite way as everyone else filtered downstairs. Ian kept walking, back to Mickey, leading him into his bedroom.
Ian sat on his bed, eyes locking with Mickey as the other boy closed the door behind him and remained standing there.
“What the hell Firecrotch? You are the one always raving on about feelings and now you decide to shut the fuck up for a change?”
“What do you expect me to say Mickey?” Ian replied calmly.
“How about, I have a massive brain injury and got possessed and that is how I made the stupid fucking decision to volunteer for the ARMY!” Mickey screamed, fists clenching at his side, unsure of what to do with himself.
“Fuck you Mickey!” Ian shouted at the smaller man, standing up and slightly closing the distance between them.
“You got married! You kissed me, and we fucked, and you acted like you cared and then you got fucking MARRIED! To a prostitute who raped you! She fucking raped you Mickey! I watched it happen and you MARRIED her!”
“Ian get your fucking head out of your ass! If I didn't marry her my father was going to KILL me! Do you understand that? He was going to actually murder me! Or worse, he was going to kill YOU in front of me! If I didn't sign that fucking piece of paper we would be dead!”
Mickey may as well have punched Ian in the chest because all of the wind got knocked out of him. It had honestly never occurred to him that Mickey would have been protecting him with this marriage. Mickey took a breath and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, crossing in front of Ian and sitting down on his camo sheets. The next time he spoke was softer and Ian shut up and listened.
“Not everyone gets to shout out their feelings every fucking second of every fucking day. Oh by the way, thanks lot for getting smashed and outing me to my sister. You are just lucky the rest of the party was to drunk and stupid to notice your grand exit or we would both be up shits creek right now.”
Ian dropped his head, a slight smile appearing on his lips just because he knew Mandy finding out was just a mater of time.
“Sorry about that one.” Ian apologized. Mickey lit up a cigarette and waved his hand, brushing it off. He knew Mandy knowing wasn't that big of a deal, it was just annoying. He took a drag from the smoke and handed it over to Ian just out of habit. Ian took it and sat next to Mickey on the bed. The shorter man let out a frustrated breath and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Did you not get what I was trying to tell you before the wedding? When I kissed you like that?”
Ian took a drag of the cigarette and let it out before he spoke.
“You never said the words though Mick. Don't you get that I wanted to hear the words? That maybe if I had the whole you getting fucking married thing wouldn't have mattered as much?” He explained, handing the cigarette back.
“But you know how I feel about you don't you? You have to hear me say it? You know I don't do all of that feelings shit Gallagher.” Mickey said, locking eyes with Ian once more. The ladder of whom stood and started speaking, getting angrier with every word.
“Oh yeah I know, your too much of a tough guy for all of that gay ass love bullshit. You may try to pretend that you don't love me but we both know that I am more than a warm mouth to you now Mick. I have been more than that to you for a long ass time now.”
“Why the fuck did you enlist Ian?” Mickey asked, flicking the cigarette out the window and speaking with a softer tone than Ian had ever heard him say anything in his life. The way he said his name...there was love in that.
“Because if I have to live with you being married and resigned to being trapped in the south side for the rest of your life, than I needed to get the fuck out. Fast. So Lip gave me his diploma and I signed up. By the way, how the fuck did you even know?”
“I may have a few of my dealers keeping an eye out for you. Told them you owe me money and I wanna make sure you don't skip town on me.” Mickey explained, biting his thumb again.
“What the fuck Mickey! You are having me followed?!” Ian screamed.
“Yeah and its a good fucking thing I am!" Mickey screamed, standing and getting in Ian's face. Even though the redhead was a head taller than him, Mickey knew how to make himself look big.
"Cause someone needs to knock some fucking sense into you before you get shipped off to get shot for no fucking reason!”
“Would you even care?!” Ian screamed in his face. “Would you even give a shit if I shipped out tomorrow and never fucking came back??”
“Fuck you asshole! You know I would care!” Mickey screamed back.
“Then why? Why the fuck would you care Mick? Huh?! Come-on fucking tell me why!”
“Because I love you!” Mickey finally shouted. “Because I am gay and I fucking love you Firecrotch! Are you fucking happy now?!”
Ian didn't miss a beat, grabbing the back of Mickey's head and slamming their lips together hard. He bit down hard enough to draw blood from Mickey's lip then forced his tongue inside the smaller man's mouth and tasted it.
“Take your fucking pants off Milkovich.” Ian growled like he never did when he and Mickey hooked up. Even though he topped, he usually never was the one in control. But this time, Mickey knew. He new he had to surrender control to Ian, to show him how much he trusted and cared for him.
They knew that they had a lot of shit to work out with the Army and Mickey's dad and wife, but for right now all they needed was the rough pulling of clothes and bare skin and the reassurance that they loved each other and that no matter how annoyed the rest of the Gallaghers were going to be, there were going to fuck as loud as they wanted this time. No holding back.